4 comments/ 17221 views/ 7 favorites New TV By: jirinemec1982 I'm gonna tell you a real happened story about what my girlfriend and I have experienced when ordering a new TV My girl is from Moravia, part of the Czech Republic and we both live in Prague. She is a very pretty blond girl, very nice legs, turquoise eyes and she is also a very intelligent lady. She is called Nikola and she is 1.70 m long and has a very beautiful body. Oh she is by the way 27 years young. As Nikola's tv was broken and unrepairable I decided to buy her a new television. So we checked on the internet and found a very nice bigscreen which had a 40% discount on it. The delivery times were only in the evening from 19:00 till 22:00 and on the weekends. We decided to let the TV be delivered on a Thursday evening. So when it was Thursday evening we waited until the doorbell rang. There was a dark guy (African we think) who was the chief or so and he told us that he was delivering the TV. There were two other black guys who brought the TV up (as we live on the 4rd floor). Nikola was a little bit afraid when she saw the 3 black guys entering her studio. They brought the TV inside and I asked the guys if they wanted to drink something. The chief was saying something about the TV (details which we already found out online) and Nikola kissed me because I gave her this nice present. The guys accepted the drink and they stayed for a short talk. When they finished their drinks they told us that they would leave. I walked with them to the door. Then things went fast. One of the guys grabbed me and brought my arms behind my back. At the same moment one of the other guys grabbed Nikola and brought her to her bed. We had no idea what happened to us and we were afraid that they would rob her studio. The other guy took a rope and a big piece of scotch tape. The guy who was holding me put me on the chair, facing the bed and the other one tied my hands and my feet, followed by putting the tape over my mouth. I couldn't do anything. The other 2 men had Nikola on the bed and they tore her dress off. My girl was screaming and one the men told her to be silent otherwise they really would hurt us. Nikola lay completely vulnerable on the bed as the 3 black men stood around her and were holding her with one hand while they opened their trousers with the other one. Within a second there were 3 black cocks coming out of their trousers, all 3 quite big. One of them told us that we didn't need to be scared as they only wanted to give my girl some real pleasure which I couldn't give her. They told us that they did it more often like this. I was so angry and tried to free myself, though this didn't work out at all. I simply had to watch what they would do with my girl. The guy who stood infront of Nikola put his cock inside my lady. The men told her that if she wouldn't do it that the would hurt us big time.So she had his cock inside her mouth as he started to fuck her mouth. At that moment one of the other guys went to the other side of the bed and put Nikola on her knees and hands. He took off her string and put his cock inside her pussy. Starting to fuck her hard immediately. Nikola was first real scared and frightened. Between having one cock in her mouth and then the other she begged the men to stop and they could get our money and jewelry She also told the men that they should use condoms as she didn't use the pill. Though the men just told her that they only wanted to fuck her and they would only do it bareback.. As she got fucked hard she was starting to groan silently, it appeared to me that she was liking it. The other guys also recognised that and they said to me: „You see, she likes it.'' I heard again a „mmmmm''. I was totally surprised that these 3 black men were raping my girl and she liked it. The guy who had his cock in my blond girl's mouth took it out and the other guy put his cock back inside her. The guy who was fucking her doggystyle took his own out too and the other guy lay on the bed and ordered Nikola to sit on top of him. She guided his cock in her pussy herself and she started to go slowly up and down. The other one went to sit kinda on top of her and put his black cock inside her ass, so deep that I couldn't see his cock anymore. Nikola was moaning loud now. It seemed that she had completely forgotten about me as I heard her say: „Ooooooohhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh, fuck me deep and hard, you men are soooo good. I just need your black seed deep inside my pussy!!!'' The black men didn't let her repeat that and both were fucking her harder and deeper, this while she was still blowing the other black guy. Nikola was moaning and moaning and I knew that she came again and again by the fucking of these thick black cocks who were inside her pussy, ass and mouth. Suddenly it was so far. The two guys who were fucking her groaned out loud and came deep inside her pussy and ass. Nikola was never ever looking so incredible hot as her eyes were full on fire The two men went outside of her and were standing now infront of her. My blonde girl was again on her hands and knees as the other guy who got blowed put his cock now inside her ass. He was fucking her hard and a few minutes later he shot his load in her ass while the other 2 guys were jerking off and shot their load on her face. Then they simply put their clothes back on and asked Nikola if she was happy with the delivery service. I was absolutely surprised as she said „yes!". „Alright lady, just order something else or just call us for another delivery of loads." The guys left. Nikola untied me and took the tape off my mouth. Then she took my clothes off and started to suck me. When we went to fuck she took a condom and simply told me that I could fuck her but only with condoms. From now on only black men could fuck her bareback. Of course Nikola has called the men again and there was more action going on. She is still my girlfriend though I learned my place in her sexual life. Apparently girls indeed don't get back when they got black. New TV Show Asks the Question Has Fox TV Gone Too Far? Into this new world of reality TV, comes a new venture sure to raise the bar. (Or lower standards.) It's called “Who Wants To Strip Search a Female Executive?” The title is a mouthful, but it is precisely what the show is about. One lucky male, picked from millions of Internet entries, each costing ten bucks a pop, will get the opportunity to do just what the show's title suggests. I put on my best suit and met with the producer of the show in his Vermont offices. Jeff Webber used to work a dead end job, until he pitched his concept to Fox TV. Now he lives a life of luxury (and has worn his last suit.) He got the idea from reading this very newspaper. (Vermont is the only state that still allows men to strip search females.) He wasn't really surprised that the network rejected him repeatedly, until they saw the buy-in rate (each paying $19.99) on his web site for a cheap pilot episode -- and the show hadn't even been picked up yet. “It's funny how money talks,” Jeff said, when I first brought up Fox. “And I'm glad we signed the deal before Janet and her nipple star.” The money Fox supplied allowed Jeff to re-shoot his pilot episode (in which he used paid strippers) into a thirteen week series. It is scheduled to air in the fall -- only this time using real female executives. I wondered how this came about. “At first it was difficult,” Jeff said, before lighting up a large cigar. “But once we got one exec to sign, it just snowballed. I really couldn't believe how competitive these companies were with each other. For example, we have three female lawyers from three of the largest law firms in the country. Funny, the lawyer who signed up first never even made the final cut. We also have two advertising execs from rival companies, and a couple of VPs...all of them successful and powerful.” One of the keys in picking contestants seems to be that each company can choose only one executive to represent it. Jeff laughed out loud, almost choking on his cigar. “Yeah, and I've heard some stories about various company auditions that make my show seem tame. I don't think they wanted to be 'embarrassed' if their female had to strip to the skin.” I told him I heard that the company name and its logo always appear on the screen with their employee. “Right! It's free advertising. And what company doesn't like that? I heard they even offered their executives perks, which had nothing to do with us, to try out. Things like a new office or that coveted parking space...things that might make you and me laugh, but to them....” It could be one of the reasons the line up was filled with exceptionally beautiful women who really took care of their bodies. “They were smoking, but they were also real women with important jobs. And unlike, say, 'Playboy,' we did research to make sure they were real executives and not part time workers or just glorified secretaries,” Jeff noted. “I was really happy with the ten women that were chosen (with the help of our consultant) to be on the show.” The show's consultant was kept anonymous. (But he was rumored to work for the great state of Vermont.) “I will tell you he was very well-schooled in the art of the strip search,” Jeff said, with a million-dollar smile. “And he helped pick the final ten for the show at the try out, along with me and a couple of old Fox executives.” Jeff wouldn't say how many women were sent to try out for the show, but he chuckled and said, “If you only knew! Let's just say a lot of fancy women's wear hit the tile floor that day. And this gave us the chance to eliminate anyone who was, let's say, a little to happy to get naked. We didn't want exhibitionists.” The secret consultant also played a major roll in training the lucky, and as of yet, unnamed winner of the drawing. “That was key too,” Jeff said, with another puff. “You see, each of the women had already been strip searched once by a professional, so they knew what to expect when the cameras rolled. We couldn't have them freaking out national TV, now could we? But we also needed our winner to act professional, too.” Since no preview footage was provided, despite my continual requests, I had to quiz Jeff about the show's scenario. I asked him about the male winner. “The identity of the male winner is never revealed. This allows him to act in total anonymity. If he is seen by the execs or on-screen, he is wearing a mask. It also makes him look a little more imposing. This also let him ask more risqué questions in the question-and-answer part of the show -- you know, 'spit or swallow?' type of questions.” He was briefly interrupted by a phone call, but soon returned to the interview. “But as you can imagine, much of the show's focus is on the female execs. At first, the ten women were followed for a few days at work, with interviews from co-workers interwoven in. And then we moved to Vermont. The ten women were housed in a ski lodge for two weeks, and of course we had the whole lodge wired (a fact that we kept concealed from them). We also built a small studio (complete with mock processing room) to hold our show” “Are all ten execs going to be searched?” “Hold on...I'm getting there. There are ten execs, and you will see them all in their dress suits, eveningwear, swimwear, and some lingerie -- like a pageant. But they're not all going to be strip searched.... No, it's a competition and only three will be searched.” “Only three?” I interrupted. “Gee.... Sorry to disappoint you. But that's what makes it interesting in the lodge between the women. Because the women get a vote as to who gets searched first. Then, after a week, they find out that the winner also gets to pick one. Things get heated when we give each woman one half hour in a closet to plead their case as to why they shouldn't be strip search on nation TV. We didn't have cameras in that closet, but we did have audio, and they had no idea we were listening -- wait to you hear those fancy pants in action. And, lastly we threw a curve at them and told them that there would be one more picked from Internet voting. You should have seen their faces when we brought that up. Not only because one more of them was going to be searched (they originally thought only one of them was going to be searched), but they also found out that they were going to be seen on the Internet too, without the computer masking. Silly girls...they really should have read the fine print in their contacts...more carefully.” “You must have some prizes then?” “Some small ones. They go to each of the seven women who were not chosen. They each receive a seven day, all expense paid (and we all no execs love that) vacation anywhere in the world.” “And the other three get...?” “Strip searched!” Jeff broke in. “That's what they get.... On national TV. We also flew in some of their co-workers to witness the event. So that'll be their prize. And we will also follow them back to work for a follow-up special.” “I couldn't even imagine going back to work after going through that. It'd be bad enough for it to happen in private, but for everyone....” “Being able to watch,” Jeff added. “And I know that, since it's aired on broadcast TV, there'll be some computer masking, because it will be a full strip search, but you will still be able to see their faces and their tears, and you'll still understand just what is happening.” “And on the internet?” “Oh, thanks, and for the cheap price of $19.99 per episode you get an uncensored version of the same show...meaning you get to see everything...like the color of their nipples and the smoothness of their shaved puss-er-privates. (It's in their contracts.) We also throw in some behind-the-scenes footage, too hot for TV. It wasn't planned, but, there we only five bedrooms and five small beds in the lodge for ten women. I think some of them had flashbacks to their college days, or maybe they were just trying to win some non-votes.” “Flashbacks?” I wondered. “H -- L -- A!” Jeff said, with a ring of smoke, for each letter. “Remember they didn't know about our hidden cameras.” It took me a few moments (in which I figured out that his letters meant -- hot lesbian action), before I asked my next question. “Does the strip search include a cavity search?” Jeff broke into hysterical laughter. “That's like buying a Porsche and asking if it has power steering! Of course it does. The lucky winner will have rubber gloves, lubricant, and some tools at his disposal to help him with the search.” “Tools?” I quizzed “Yeah, he will have a tongue depressor, a speculum, and an anal probe. He can use them all to get 'up close and personal' with her as only her gynecologist can. Oh, but our cameras will have zoom-in capabilities, so you will be right there, too.” “It seems a little extreme. I mean it's only a TV show.” “I agree...all for a parking space. But let's face it, we men will never understand women.” As a man twice divorced, I had to admit that I agreed with him. He went on to tell me he already has two more strip search shows in the works, with female winners this time. In one show they will get to strip search female doctors, and in the other female matrons. These he calls “turn the tables” shows. Both have already been picked up by Fox TV. But, is America really ready to hear “drop the laundry” in their living rooms? The End Your comments and suggestions are always welcomed. And please Vote. New Type of Strip Poker With nothing to do and being silly they decided to play strip poker. Her friends told her that they had played before and that it was fun. There were three girls and three boys so the mix was even. It was a different version of strip poker than she had heard of. Normally the loser removes and article of clothing, but here clothes were used like chips. If you won the pot you collected the clothes. Although you could not put your clothes back on, you could bet with other people's garments. The game was fun. She was not a very good poker player so she lost all her clothes and those she had won in a few hands. Being naked in front of your friends was one of the consequences of the game. She expected that her clothes would be returned at the end of the game. Instead she was told she bet and lost her clothes. She watched while the others bartered with the clothes they had to retrieve their own garments. She was told this was part of the game, but she had nothing to exchange. Then one of the girls allowed her breasts to be fondled in exchange for her bra. Another spread her legs and was fingered as her panties were delivered to her. One of the men had to jerk off in front of them for his pants. When she inquired of the owner of her bra and panties what he wanted in exchange for her underwear he responded finger her pussy. She asked if there was anything else and the response was finger that pussy. She reluctantly agreed, and actually was getting excited feeling him touching her down there. She believed he was spending a little too much time, but it felt too good to complain. She saw one of the girls giving her boy friend a blowjob. She was unsure if this was to retrieve or give him clothes, as she appeared to enjoy the experience. One of the men had to jump up and down. She could not help but look at his dick flopping back and forth as he jumped. Another girl, who was also naked, asked what she needed to do to obtain her jeans. She was told to run around the outside of the house completely naked. She agreed, and excited the front door. She returned laughing that the neighbors behind her house were out and may have seen her. She began to negotiate for the rest of her clothes with the games winner, and failed to take notice that the other girls had gotten dressed. She refused to walk around the block naked or do jumping jacks in the driveway. She reluctantly countered with an offer that he could fondle her breasts for two minutes. She did not hear the first part of the request, but did clearly hear gang bang. She quickly looked to the other girls for support and noticed that they we dressed. She was the only female, but two of the men were naked. One of the girls told her there was only three of them that she should let them f___ her. OK, they were friends and playing strip poker may have sounded like fun at the time. She actually knew that she would lose and have to parade around naked. Being nude even in front of your friends was no big deal, but a gang bang. The other girl told her she lost the last time they played and that there were five men that night. She said you're lucky Bill's not here because he is huge. One of the men offered to call Bill, but was told no by the two girls. The women then told her she could lay on the rug in front of the fireplace, as it would be more comfortable. She looked around expecting someone to say it was all a joke. Instead, the two women were directing her to the rug and down onto the floor. The first of the three men was kneeling before her spreading her legs apart. This was not her first time, that happed just after high school. Also, she was active with her last boyfriend. But here she was about to take on three men at once. She resigned herself to her faith believing each man would be quick; the wam-bam-thank-you-mam approach. Instead the first was gently, and entered her softly. With each thrust she became more relaxed. His skillful movements were generating a pleasure she had never felt before. It would not be long before she would be forced to cry out as he made her cum. She felt him explode inside her as waves of pleasure engulfed her body. He asked if she was ready and with that the second man entered her. His movements were more random and not in a set rhythm. She was about to inquire when she sensed an unbelievable organism about to consume her. Her hands latched onto the rug, her mouth cried don't stop as her body ached with pleasure. She may have passed out, she does not know. When she looked up she saw the third man standing over her. She smiled and reached for his hand pulling him towards her. She closed her eyes and waited for him to enter her. She figured there was no way she could cum again, and would just relax and let him finish. He alternated between stimulating her clit to trusting himself deep inside her. If he wanted her to cum it was having the desired effect. With the next trust she wrapped her legs and arms around him and pulled him closer to her body. Her movements timed to each thrust he made. She held him so tight it was as if she wanted to pull him totally inside her. Her body started to quiver, she released her hold, and he began to move more rapidly. She did not know if she was quiet or screaming with pleasure. The organism she was experiencing was not ending. She felt him become harder and then explode again and again inside her pussy. As he started to exit she wanted to demand that he continue. It was then she felt his fingers gentle tingling her clit. YES, he was making her cum again. When she opened her eyes her friends were all dressed and seated around her. She got up and stood there naked on the rug, but not really caring that they were looking at her. She felt cum running down her leg. She excused herself saying she needed to clean up, and went into the bathroom. When she was finished she remembered her clothes were still by the poker table. She walked out of the bathroom naked and appeared before her friends. The men were very happy to see her standing there nude. There were compliments and a favorable remark about the firmness of her breasts. They had pleasured her so she made no effort to get dressed. Somehow being the only one naked was her way of informing them that everything was OK. She was remanded by one of the men that his parents may be home soon. She accepted this as a command to get dressed. A month later there was five men and four women when she heard someone mention poker. She wanted to play and was determined to lose the game and win the night. New Use for a Web Cam Having been married for several years James and Michelle did want tot lose the spark of sexual activity in their relationship. However with three kids one of them still under the age of one it was an extreme challenge. James had a hard job in a terrible work environment, the hours were long, and they left him feeling constantly tired. However when he got home everyday just seeing her was all of the energy he would need. For having had three kids she was a sight to behold. She had an awesome body, her breasts were a nice 36D, and her ass was enough to drive any man crazy. With the stress of kids and his job they had little time together and to add to all of that she had recently decided to do some online college courses which with the kids meant she had to do a lot of her schoolwork every day when he got home. He had bought them each a new laptop when she decide to do school so that she would be able to do her school work anywhere in the house and so that they could both be online at the same time. Never had he imagined that this idea would be something that could be used as a real tool to spice up their own sex life in the way that they did. Her computer being of a far newer model had a built in web camera. At first it was never used but when she started having trouble concentrating due to the noise of the kids she had to start going into their room to do her schoolwork in peace. Which in turn left him alone in their family room with the kids. They both had yahoo messenger on their computers so they would chat with one another and then he remembered back when they were dating in high school how they would use her web cam so he could also see her when they chatted. It was a fun idea he thought just getting to watch her while she did her school work however after a little while she started to flirt with him through the camera. It started innocent enough she would blow him a kiss or smile at him but soon enough it turned into her slowly removing her top to reveal to him her beautiful breasts in her bra. A while after that the bra soon followed her top in leaving her body giving a full view of her breasts, they were beautiful, and he wanted nothing more than to go to her. However he had to stay where he was and just watch her due to the fact that he was also keeping an eye on their children. This teasing was sending him over the edge he wanted nothing more than to run down the hall and into their room and throw her on the bed and take every bit of her. She seemed to know that she was having this effect. She stood up off of their bed and sat down her computer, he thought it was so she could get some paper to work out one of the problems she was doing for school but he in fact was wrong she stood in front of her computer and started to undo her jeans. He sat watching with lust in his eyes as slowly she lowered them to the floor, the sight of her completely naked was driving him crazy. She turned slowly and got back onto the bed placing the computer between her legs giving him a perfect view of her perfectly shaved pussy. Slowly she reached down and started to rub her clit as time went by she began to rub herself with more and more ease as she became wetter and wetter. Then slowly she reached down and inserted her index and middle finger and soon she was fingering herself with a true furry. He looked around the room and noticed that all of the children had fallen asleep for a nap. No longer did he have to contain himself so quietly he shut his computer and made it down the hall, there she was unaware of his presence she was still fingering herself. He slowly made his way around the room until he was next to her, with her eyes closed she had no idea he was even in the room so slowly he leaned down and began to lick her wet pussy tasting her arousal as he did. She opened her eyes with a start then noticing it was him, she reached to him and pulled his face back down and he began to lick her like he had been dying to. Her first orgasm came with such power that she shook beneath him holding the pillow over her face so that her screams of ecstasy were muffled. Knowing that he was just as horny as she was she sat up on the bed and undid his belt, button and zipper of his jeans simply letting them fall to the floor. Noticing his erection pushing his boxer shorts away from him she pulled them down to have his cock come into full view, she could not believe how hard he was it was as if they hadn't had sex in weeks which she knew to be a lie. She slowly stood up and forced him onto the bed following him as he fell she put the tip of his cock in her mouth his dick covered in precum she knew how much he truly wanted her. She worked her way slowly down his shaft taking more of him in each time until she could handle no more she blew him for what seemed like an eternity with no end in sight, until he reached down and pulled her on top of him. She was so wet that his cock slid into her with ease however she was so tight he could hardly stand it, it was like he was fucking her for the first time she was so tight. She slowly would rise the length of is cock only to slam back onto him with great speed and force, he thought that she was going to break in half each time she impaled herself on his engorged cock. She began to steadily speed up as she rode him fighting not to scream out. He could feel her start to tighten and her second orgasm was quickly overcoming her so he grabbed a hold of her hips and matched he pace moving his hips beneath hers and when she peaked her orgasm he could not believe how even tighter she had became. He pushed her off of himself and laid her on her side, slowly lifting her leg and positioning himself, he buried his cock deep inside her. She moaned so loud he thought she would wake the kids and most of the neighbors so he realized he didn't have much time left so steadily he picked up his pace until he could hold back no more throb after throb sent his cum all over the ways of her pussy he could not believe how good it felt, never before had he cum with such force. When his cock finally stopped throbbing he lay on top of he slowly caressing her breasts and kissing her. Slowly his cock softened inside of her and he fell out but they laid together holding one another for hours until they to fell asleep holding onto each other. New Use For Stocks This story is very extreme but it is just that, a story. I have never partaken in this type of activity nor do I suggest anyone does. I apologise for those who are offended but if you do not like extreme bondage and pain, please do not read any further. My hands are tied behind my back, a spreader bar attached to my ankles so I can't move very fast. There is a hood over my head keeping me in complete darkness as you drag me in to see your latest toy. You attached something to my nipples and pull off the hood. I blink, adjusting to the light and see my nipples have tight rubber bands around them from which there is a length of string. I then look up to see what appear to be old fashion stocks they use to put people in back in colonial times. You let out an evil laugh and ask, "do you like my new toy?" I don't know what to say. You push me over to them and I turn around, thinking you are going to untie my hands and put them in. "No no my pet, you have it all wrong," and you step to the other side. You then pick of the string attached to my breast and put it through the hole. I immediately know what is going to happen. "No Sir you can't do that, they won't fit," I beg which is only met with a snide grin. "Well yes they will my pet, it will just take a lot of pulling." You then start to pull taking a small amount of my breast through the hole. You reach your hand through and start roughly pulling the rest of my breast in. One last really big tug and its though. I let out a huge scream and start to cry. The pain on my breast and my nipple are excruciating and you seem pleased. "Look at that, already starting to swell and turn purple, excellent!. Now time for the other." Again you pull hard getting my other breast through the hole. You untie my hands from behind my back and attach them to a beam above my head. You untie my legs and tie them again, spread apart, attached to the bottom of the stocks. "You are going to love this next bit," you say with the evil chuckle that I've learned to hate. You press a switch and the stocks, with me attached, move forward so I'm on an angle pointing to the ground. You move around underneath me and pull out my least favourite toy, the clamps with the very sharp teeth. You attach both to my nipples which are sticking out further than I've ever seen. My breasts are purple, very swollen and don't even look real. However the pain of the nipples as you attack the clamps jolt me back to the fact that they are really and truly my breasts. Slowly the pain in my nipples decrease which is obviously shown on my face as you move around and place a small weight on each nipples. I winch with the pain and you laugh. You continue to add weights at slow intervals, keeping the pressure up on my nipples. As you attach the 5th weight the clamp on my right nipple starts to slide, biting into my nipple and causing blood. "Ah my love. You've handled yourself very well. As soon as both of these clamps have slipped off, You will be released from new toy." The clamp on the my right breasts hits the floor and I scream in pain. I look down and my right nipple is bleeding but not too badly, due mainly to the stocks. Another 10 minutes and two more weights later and the left clamp hits the floor, again there is a small amount of blood but a large amount of pain. You then move behind me, release my hands and legs. "OK now, for the breasts". I wait for you to unlock the stocks but instead you go back and sit down. "Well what are you waiting for." I look at you puzzled at what is going on and you order, "pull them out!" "I can't Sir, they are twice the size they were before you put them in there, I'll never get them out". You shake your head at me, get up and storm over. A sigh escapes my lips in a thank you for letting me out. Instead you walk behind me, grab me by the shoulders and pull me hard, wrenching me out of the stocks. It feels like both my breasts have been ripped off and the last thing I remember before blacking out is an ear piercing scream and I realise it is me. New View This is my first submission EVER! I would greatly appreciate any and all comments, positive or negative. All characters are fictional and over 18. This is a work of fiction. If you have any favorite characters you want to have more involved with the story, PLEASE let me know. Always willing to listen to my audience. And a huge "thank you" to LizHaze for her work on editing and her encouragement. Thanks and enjoy! -Shaide ----- I watched as he pushed the lawnmower back and forth across the yard. I was always waiting for him to take his shirt off, but he never has. As hot as it was, I had no idea why. But then again, Jason's family was the only one in the neighborhood that didn't hire someone to do the yard work. He looked like he was in shape. He let go of the gas and I heard the mower choke itself into silence as he walked over to the patio and started drinking from a bottle of water. He sat down on the patio to take a break. I sighed and figured I might as well take one too. Sometimes I wish that I my window didn't look over their yard. Sometimes. I didn't know why I wasted my time watching him. He was such a loser. I turned away from the window and walked over to the closet to pick out my outfit for tonight. I was headed out with a couple of girlfriends to the movies and then we had a couple of parties to choose from. Unlike the loser, who was going to spend the weekend in his house, I had things to do. I stood in front of the mirror in my bra and panties. I looked good. Not to be arrogant or anything, but the truth is the truth. I had my mother's curves, but my father's green eyes, and red hair. I filled out a C cup quite nicely and had nice toned legs that led up to a sweet ass. Not really an ass, more of a bubble butt. But I liked my little bubble butt. It was firm and grippable and suited my figure nicely. I looked good, and I felt good. At 20 years old, this was my junior year in college and I was going to finish it as head cheerleader, a position I was elected to as a sophomore. I was on a full scholarship from O.R.B. and I worked hard to keep it. Not that I had to; they only required that I have a 2.0 GPA, but I still needed a job after college. My squad had won the national cheer contest last month, mostly thanks to Haley's choreography, but you know what they say, credit rises and shit falls. I heard the lawnmower crank up, as if to reinforce it. So here I was, 3.8 GPA, summer in a few months, holding the two finalist outfits up to my body in the mirror. Sexy catholic school girl with a plaid skirt and button up shirt, or sexy prep with a polo shirt and jean skirt? Duh. Sexy school girl all day. Prep would have to wait. The skirt was short enough to hint, long enough to cover. I only used two of the buttons on the shirt, just enough to keep it closed, but I would be showing plenty of cleavage and tummy. After all, I don't do all that dieting for nothing. I was starting my make up when I heard the lawnmower cut off. I walked over to my window to see him pushing it into the shed. He exited, closing and locking the doors. He walked into his house. Loser. "God damn neighbors," I heard my father mumbling as he walked down the hall. "Why the hell can't Vincent get someone to mow the damn lawn at a reasonable fucking time like civilized people?" Vincent was the loser's uncle. He was a welder. How in the hell he was able to afford a house in our neighborhood had always been an interesting question. The thing no one ever mentioned though, at least not in my father's hearing, was that Vincent was my uncle as well. Years ago, my father had an affair while my mother was pregnant with me. Jason was the result. Daddy, even after the paternity test proved it, denies that Jason is his son. Seeing that my father was able to afford the best lawyers in the state, he didn't have to pay a single cent in child support for him. Jason is my younger half-brother by about two months. His mother died when he was nine, and Uncle Vincent adopted him. Daddy threw a fit. They haven't had a civil conversation since. After adopting, Uncle Vincent bought the house right next to ours, and he and Jason moved in instead of moving Jason into his place, just to keep the fires going, just so my family was forced to face my father's mistake every day. I pulled on a pair of red pumps that I knew would be killing me by the time I got home, but you have to suffer to look this good. I grabbed a pair of red sneakers just in case, though. I threw on some perfume, gave myself the once over two or three times, and I was ready to go. I walked down stairs to my father's office and poked my head in, not needing him to see my entire outfit. "Daddy, I'm going out." He looked up from his computer and paperwork. "Okay sweetness, have a good time." He was immediately back into his work. I've seen pictures of my father when he was younger. He's kept himself up fairly well. The muscles aren't there anymore, but he isn't fat or anything. A strong, solid face with a green-eyed glare that has made more than one of my prospective boyfriends flinch. That glare was worth a couple million dollars. Sorry, Daddy is one of the top criminal lawyers in the country. With just a touch of gray in his red hair, and my mother to keep him dressed sharply, I've had more than one girlfriend ask me how my parents' marriage was doing. I walked through the living room where my mom was sitting on the couch watching television. My mom is a stunning woman. At 42 years old, she could be on the cheer squad right next to me without anyone batting an eye. She stayed active, working out every day, playing tennis, swimming. She's even been known to rock climb as long as she has a manicure appointment the next day. "Going out?" she asked. "Yep. See a movie, hit a party. The night is young and so am I." I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then turned for the door. "Alright, have a good time. By the way, love the shoes." I blew her one more kiss for the compliment, and for the use of her shoes. My mother and I have a great relationship. She has sat patiently through my many boyfriend breakups, princess dress-ups, and fights with girlfriends. As a woman, I would be lucky if I turned out anything like her. She may be a stay-at-home wife, but she is no less powerful a woman for it. As I walked outside I saw Jason wiping his motorcycle down. He had a Hyabusa, but I only knew that because my ex-boyfriend was a huge fan of it. I've had more than a few fantasies about it. We would be riding, him driving, me holding onto his waist. My hand would slowly make its way down to his jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, sliding down until I could grasp his manhood. I would grab it lightly at first, unsure of myself. Then his hand would come over mine and squeeze, making me grip him a little tighter, letting me know I was welcome to do just what I wanted. Then he would move his hand back to the handlebars, leaving himself open to me, trusting me. I would pull him out, fondling him, slowly beginning to stroke him, all while we speed down some empty highway. I would feel him throb and harden as we drove, as I drove him. My other hand would slide under his shirt, feeling his abs and chest. They would be smooth, solid, manly. I would feel his breathing quicken as I stroked his hard cock. And it would be a cock. Not a penis, or dick, or any of those other cutesy terms. I would know just by feeling it that this was cock. Hard and solid and meant for real fucking. The wind would blow in my hair, the pavement would speed by underneath us. He would be moaning, but I wouldn't be able to hear him over the motorcycle. I would only feel him, feel his pleasure building with every stroke and touch. I knew his sensitive spots. (I'm not a virgin after all, I know how to work a cock.) I would lightly run the tips of my fingernails under his helmet, following the veins underneath, before gripping it again. Stroking it hard and slow. He would grip the bars harder and harder as his pleasure mounted. He would pull off the road into some woody, grassy area and stop. I would hop off the back, nervous that I had gone too far, but as soon as he got off the bike his lips would be on mine, his tongue searching my mouth, his hand roaming, searching, discovering every part of my back and ass he could find, firmly gripping my soft flesh. I would stand there, letting it all happen. Letting him do with me as he pleased. He would turn me in his arms, never losing contact. I would feel the need and heat in him as he pressed his cock against my ass; his hands, now under my shirt, grabbing my tits, playing with my nipples; his mouth slowly kissing and licking my neck and ear; his hard cock, out in the open air, waiting, demanding. His hand would find its way down my stomach to my pants. He'd unbutton them and slide them down to my knees. I wouldn't be wearing anything underneath. I'd just be standing there, exposed in his arms as he played with my body, one hand massaging my breast, his mouth gently nibbling on my ear, his warm breath on my skin, his hand gliding down to my pussy. His fingers would play with my lips, sliding through my wetness. One of his fingers would find its way into me as his thumb played with my clit. I would be panting and moaning softly, wiggling my ass against his still hard dick. He would slide it between my legs, his fingers now focusing on my clit, as his dick slid between my slick folds. But that's just a fantasy. A sick fantasy about my father's bastard. I snapped out of it just as he looked over at me, green eyes meeting green eyes. We didn't say anything. We never did. We just looked and turned away. He was a mistake. One that was constantly thrown in my family's face. He was a wild night and a broken condom. I was the child my father wanted. The one he loved and raised. How the hell were we suppose to talk? What would we even have to talk about? I started up my cherry corvette and headed out. When I got the gate, I saw BJ's Escalade pulling in. BJ was the star linebacker, captain of the football team, and Jason's best friend. We didn't have much to talk about either. I spent the first month of last fall waiting for him to ask me out. I mean, captain of the football team and head cheerleader. We were destined to date, marry, and have fat little babies. Unfortunately, his choice of associates was less than desirable, so we never happened. Terri was probably in the car with him. Terri was the school drug dealer. He was also screwing most of the softball team. So, the loser wasn't going to sit in his house and mope about his loser life all weekend. I wondered where they were going. I shook my head, and turned up my music. I had better things to do than worry about what that loser was going to do. ----- "Besty!" Haley ran up to me and gave me a hug. She was not my best friend, but I did like her. She had blonde hair, big breasts, a small waist, and a mouth made for sucking. Although she still had to wait until I graduated, I had pretty much pegged her to be the next head cheerleader, a big honor for a freshman. After all, she did choreograph the show for nationals. She was blonde, bouncing, and would have been a competitor for me if we had been in the same class. At 18, she was teen porn personified. "Hey girl," Sharron said as she walked up and hugged me. She wasn't a cheerleader, but she was my best friend. She was also the star of the drama school. She got the female lead in every play, and without doing the directors. At 5'3" she was short and stacked. Smooth ebony skin, sexy lips, and an ass that even I envied. We had known each other since second grade, so there was no one closer to me or that I trusted more than Sharron. We had about an hour before the movie, so we walked around, doing a little window shopping, and pretty much making sure our presence was felt as we gossiped. After all, three sexy college girl goddesses deserved to be noticed, especially when two of the three represented the college hierarchy. "I heard Mark asked Kara George out," Haley said as she shuffled through a couple of blouses. She held one up to her chest, but immediately put it back. The girl did have good fashion sense. "Good for him, sucks for her though," I said. Mark Mexer was my ex-boyfriend. We broke up two weeks ago after I found out he was lying about me, pretty much calling me a slut, even though the most I ever gave him was a hand job. Like I said, I wasn't a virgin or anything, I just didn't give it out unless it was earned, and Mark was definitely not worth it. Plus, he had a small dick. Three inches. Hard. "What did Kara say?" Sharron asked as she eyed a pants suit that was hanging on a mannequin. "Hell no. She said his dick was too small for her," Haley laughed. "She told him in the middle of the courtyard, in front of everyone." We all laughed. Everyone who was anyone hung out in the school courtyard, so by Monday the whole school would know that even the school slut wouldn't give Mark a shot. "It's good to know she has some standards," I said. After all, much as I like to see Mark humiliated, she was still a slut. "So whose party are we hitting?" "Van's. Huge pool, free liquor, and Ron is supposed to be there," Sharron said with some finality. Ron was one of the big drama club guys. Very cute. Sharron had been waiting for him to make a move for a month now, ever since she broke up with Donny. He had told her good luck right before her last show. "Let it go. I heard he was going there with Melissa." Haley said. "So. He can go with her and leave with me," Sharron laughed. "By the way, how the hell does a freshman know everybody's business?" "Connections, baby." We all laughed. Haley's older sister had been on the school newspaper. She was one of the editors of the city's newspaper now, with her own very popular blog. Haley had the inside track on all gossip. ----- The movie sucked. It was supposed to be a horror film, but it was just so damn predictable. Girl runs from bad guy, falls in the woods, bad guy pops out from tree, girl takes forever to get up and run again. I mean, come on, stop standing there screaming and run! With the hope that the rest of the night wouldn't be so lame, we headed to Van's place. Van was our school's quarterback. Rumor had it he was extra pissed when BJ was made the team captain instead of him, but it was what it was. His parents were the richest people in the city and they pretty much let him do whatever he wanted. His parties were always epic. I wasn't totally feeling the scene though, since he had been trying to ask me out for the last year and a half. Everyone knew he used steroids and I was definitely not looking for another half-cocked boyfriend. Plus, the whole muscle head look went out of style like five years ago. We went anyway though; sometimes you have to suck it up for your girlfriends. The place was already packed when we got there. The music was great, the sexies were live, the liquor was flowing, and the cops knew better than to come to Van's house. His parents ate them alive last year when they broke up one of his parties. Coincidentally, they hired my dad. Sharron immediately abandoned us to hang all over Ron. Melissa was pretty much cast aside and looked scandalized as Sharron and Ron talked about the new play they were putting on. I felt sorry for her. She was cute, sweet, and an all-around nice person. She didn't stand a chance against Sharron. Haley and I started to make the rounds, making sure to talk to all the people who needed to see us there. Derrick was throwing a party tonight too since his parents were out of town. I felt bad for him. All the in-crowd was here at Van's. Bad timing. I made sure Haley knew who to talk to, and who was up and coming into the popular crowd; after all, she was pretty much my protégé. I was pretty surprised to see Jason off in a corner. So that's where he had been going. He must have come with BJ. One of the softball girls was sitting of his lap and talking to him. He didn't look too interested, but she didn't look like she cared as she smiled and laughed at whatever anyone said. That was clearly a woman on a mission, marking her territory for the night. Jason was well known to have never dated anyone. Hell, I didn't know a girl at the school who had claimed to have even kissed him. Not that anyone doubted him though. He was just too cute to be a virgin, and life would be too cruel if he were gay. Yet somehow, his love life just never made the papers, though. He looked up and took notice of me. Our eyes locked onto each other as the stupid softball slut kept talking at him. "Hellooo, earth to Katie!" Haley shook my arm, snapping me out of my staring spell. "Who's that?" "Who's who?" "They guy you were staring at?" Haley's family had moved here six years ago. Our school was pretty much the local college for the rich, and if you didn't live in the city it was assumed you weren't rich enough to attend. Scholarships here were few and far between. I would have figured she would have known better than to ask me that. Apparently her sister never clued her into my family drama. "No one we ever need to talk to. Come on." I pulled my eyes away from Jason and continued my walk around the mansion. It didn't take Van long to find out I was here and track me down. "Katie! Hey! Glad you could make it!" "Hey Van." I was less than enthusiastic, but I had to be polite. If I got banned from Van's parties, I would be a social pariah. "Hey, fish, what are you doing at my party?" he asked Haley. "Van, this is Haley Graham, she's gonna be the head cheerleader soon." "Oh. Well, in that case, what are you doing at my party... without a drink in your hand?" Classic Van. "We were seeing who all was here," I said, desperately looking for a way out of this conversation. "So is this your first time at one of my illustrious events, Haley?" "Yeah, and thanks!" Stupid girl. She was with me. I could get her into any party, why the hell was she thanking Van. "Well, let me give you the grand tour. You coming Katie?" Fucking Van. "Of course." I looked over at Jason as we started walking away. He was talking to the softball slut on his lap, but his eyes were following me. Van was boring us to death in his father's study when one of Haley's friends walked by. "Oh, let me go say hi to Kevin!" She didn't even wait for either of us to answer, the little bitch. "Well, looks like I lost half of my audience. How 'bout we keep going? I don't think you've ever seen the whole house." There was only one right answer. "Yeah, sure," I said, fortifying myself with another sip from my cup. We went from room to room as he told me about various trophies and paintings. "And this is my bedroom," he said as we reached the end of the tour. I'll admit, I was shocked. My dad was pretty conservative in how he spent his money, but we still lived in a decently sized house. I mean, we had one room dedicated to my mom's shoes. Van's bedroom could have fit my house and yard inside of it. He even had a freaking arcade in it. I could hear the sleaze dripping from his voice as he said, "This is where the magic happens, baby." I looked around, mesmerized by the sheer size of the place. There was a Jacuzzi, a sauna, a huge bathroom. Damn, how rich were his parents? I felt his arms wrap around me as he nuzzled into my neck. "I've been waiting a long time to get you in here." Oh shit. "Um, Van..." "Shhh. All that playing hard to get, well, I got you now." I started trying to pry his arm off me, but it was like trying to bend prison bars. He started kissing my neck as one of his hands fondled my breast. "Van, stop..." "Shhhh, I know you want this."