0 comments/ 21563 views/ 3 favorites The Ice Queen By: Latina Twenty-First Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Hi, loyal Latina readers. It's me again, Frank. It has been a long time since you have heard from me directly, but you know about me from my wife's erotic stories of our truly hot love life. You might even remember that I wrote two of the early stories in the Latina series, "Latina's Husband" and "Latina's Birthday." You might even know that I helped her with scenes in her Jane Bond series, where she needed to describe the male perspective. Now thanks to my loving and sexy wife, I have another story to tell, of the pleasures she has given me. She wanted me to tell it from my perspective. In this 21st Latina story, I was definitely the object of her intense sexual desires and the recipient of intense pleasure. * * * * * All of my life, I have heard of warm temperatures used to describe intense sexual experiences, as in phrases like "HOT, wet pussy" and "getting sweaty betwen the sheets." And cold was always presented to me that it was supposed to be the antithesis of sexuality, as in a woman who loves nobody is said to be cold-hearted, and a woman who will not open herself to the joys of sex in any of its myriad pleasurable varieties is said to be an "ice queen." And of course, taking a cold shower is said to shrivel the male libido. Well, recently my sweet Latina, who (lucky me) has sex on her brain 24 hours a day, found a way to make being an Ice Queen into a good--make that a TERRIFIC--thing. It all started one recent unseasonably-warm evening. We were both tired from a long day at work, and feeling the effects of the warm day. So we retired to our bedroom early, and watched TV. As my sweet, beautiful, sexy wife stretched out beside me on the bed, I couldn't help but admire her dark, shapely legs revealed by her tiny, tight jeans shorts. Even at 49, my loving Latina retains the figure to look amazingly, astoundingly sexy when wearing almost nothing. But that was nothing compared to what she did next. Being a very hot day, she had brought a low-calorie fruit popsicle to bed with us. I watched transfixed as she slowly, teasingly unwrapped her popsicle. Her motions seemed strangely familiar, and then I realized her hands moved in much the same way when she unwraps ME at night, to get at my own hard popsicle, which she so enjoys licking. She must have read my mind, for now she began licking her popsicle from the base (the stick end) upward, precisely imitating the motions I have seen and felt against my hard, throbbing cock about a thousand times in the past 3 years since we met and married. She looked down and smiled as she noticed the long, thick ridge beginning to form along the front of my trousers, as she continued her erotic licking up the length of her fruit popsicle. Then she parted her lips, and began to slowly suck her popsicle into her mouth. As she pulled it back out again, she opened her lips wider and let me watch her tongue swirl all over the tip and sides of her ice-cream. Her ice cream was melting goo all over the inside and outside of her mouth, just as my cock has so often melted its own goo in that very same mouth. Watching her antics was making my cock throb in my trousers, and believe me, she NOTICED. A smile lit up her sweet face as she rested her open palm over my zipper and began to massage the eight-inch-long ridge that she so enjoys touching, sucking, and riding. Her breathing turned into heavy panting, and her steadily-paced breaths grew more erratic with her growing arousal. She placed her half- eaten, dripping popsicle down on her plate, turned toward me, leaned over, and kissed me. Her lips, usually so warm and fiery with passion, were icy cold from her popsicle, and I jumped in startled surprise. As her palm was still resting over my zipper, my jumping and twitching caused my bulge to press even harder against her hand. Feeling my manhood pressing and throbbing against her hand, my sweet wife's face lit up in angelic delight. She leaned in and kissed me again, even harder this time, then playfully slid her tongue into my mouth. "Oooh, baby, that's SSSOOO cold!" I complained. "Oh, yeah?" she smiled, "How's THIS for cold?" she asked as she tugged my T-shirt over my head and planted an icy kiss right on my left nipple. I jumped and twitched, trying to get away from the shivering feeling, like a cold knife into my heart. My gyrations only served to thrust my stiff cock even tighter against her hand. She smiled and giggled, and sucked my nipple up into her icy mouth. Part of me wanted to get away from the intense cold, but part of me remembered the intense pleasure of her warm lips from the many times before when she had licked, sucked, and nibbled on my highly-sensitive nipples. The contrast of her hand pleasurably stroking my trousers, and her icy lips against my bare chest, was the most intense blend of pleasure and torture that I think I've ever experienced. I steeled my resolve to give in to her and to not let the extreme cold bother me. She was really getting into this, and I decided I would enjoy it more if I tried to get into it, too, instead of struggling against her icy kisses. I lay back deeply into my pillow now, and folded my hands under my neck. I thrust my chest ever higher upward to meet her ice-cold kisses and nibbles. I tried not to let the unbearable cold prevent me from enjoying her familiar ministrations on my chest. Closing my eyes, I recalled the many intensely-pleasurable times when she had sucked and nibbled on my chest in the past. It was the same familiar sensation, and if I could just block out the extreme cold of it, maybe I could enjoy what she was doing to my chest, as I had so often before. After all, I had always found her uniquely sexual way of kissing my chest to be one of the sweetest, most arousing things any woman could do for her man. Why should this time be any different, just because her mouth was now at popsicle temperature? With such mental rationalizations, I began to forget about the intense shooting, stabbing pain of her cold lips, and to let myself enjoy her loving kisses and nibbles on my chest. That's when my nipples stiffened into extremely-hard little nubs in her mouth. Backing away, she smiled triumphantly at her desire for me having overcome my resistance to the extreme cold. She was in complete control of me now, and she knew it, and she intended to take full advantage of the situation. She leaned down again, kissing my neck, moving down my chest, until her frozen kisses landed on my navel. The coldness against my bely made me jump and twitch again, and that just made her rub her palm faster and harder against my trouser bulge. Grinning wickedly at me, she began to unbuckle my belt. I cringed at the thought of those icy lips against my hard love muscle, and I weakly cried out "NNNOOO!" My plea just made her grin even more, as she unzipped my pants and hurriedly wrestled them down my legs. She then rested her palm directly on my naked cock, and began kissing and licking at my thick, dark pubic hair. Her icy lips against my fur made me twitch hard, trying to escape, but all that did was to press my long, thick manhood even tighter against her hand. She wrapped her fist completely around my shaft now, and began an exquisitely-slow stroking up and down my thrusting, throbbing cock, even as her icy kisses moved down closer and closer to my half- anticipating, half- dreading manhood. Her icy lips now grazed against the very tip of my cock, and I struggled in vain to pull away. Her closed fist had too firm a grip on my pulsating shaft to retreat from her cold, cold lips. I just lay back even deeper into my pillow, and completely surrendered myself to my Ice Queen. Her icy lips next landed on my massively-swollen balls, and her popsicle-coated tongue licked all over my balls. It took all my willpower to shut out how cold it felt, and to just enjoy what was admittedly intense pleasure on feeling her loving tongue eagerly lapping at my balls. By the time her frozen tongue started its long, slow lick up my now fully-hardened shaft, her lips and tongue didn't feel as cold as they had previously. Now it was my turn to smile in victory: the intense heat of my cock's passion was slowly overcoming the intense cold of her popsicle! But before her mouth had warmed up more than a few degrees, she opened her lips, and sucked the swollen purple head of my pulsating cock up into her still very cold mouth. Stabbing shivers shot up and down my spine, and my cock began to shrvel and shrink just a little from the shock of the cold mouth now surrounding it. Not wishing to lose my erection entirely, I slowly thrust my hips upward, letting the first of my 8 inches thrust up into her welcoming mouth. My lovely Latina let out the deepest, sexiest moan, and the vibrations of her moan against my cock helped me regain the stiffness that I had started to lose. So I thrust another inch up into her mouth. With just two inches in, I could already feel the heat of my cock warming up the cold that her popsicle had left in her. Thus encouraged, I slowly, tauntingly thrust my third inch up into her inviting mouth. Her entire torso twisted and writhed now, as my cock was giving her mouth as much pleasure as her mouth was giving my cock. I turned slightly and thrust another inch up into her mouth. In this position, my cock head was rubbing and thrusting against the inside of her cheek, causing her to moan, "Oooooh, HUNNNN-neeeee! That feels so gooooood!" I turned again, so my fifth upward thrust sent my cock-head scraping the roof of her mouth. Her loud "Mmmmmmm!" and the increasing warmth of her mouth told me I was doing something right. Leaving my cock only fifth-eighths buried in her mouth, I let my hand drift down to her micro-shorts now, and I hastily unzipped and removed them. I spread my palm above her labia, and I used my index and middle finger to spread open the silky gates to her paradise. My long, thin index finger slid inside of her, as my thumb swirled circles on her exposed little clit. As I played with her pussy and her clit, I thrust upward one more inch, enjoying the increasing warmth of her mouth around my invading shaft, even as I enjoyed her growing dampness on my exploring fingers. By the time I had fed my full eight inches up into her eager mouth, the warmth of my horny cock had completely overcome the icy cold that her popsicle had left in her mouth. Now it was my turn to smile triumphantly. The hot power of my love and lust for my wife had completely overcome the icy power of her popsicle, and her moans and gyrations on sucking my cock and feeling my exploring fingers made me feel very powerful. Although my wife was above ME and sucking on ME, my cock and my fingers were giving HER intense and exquisite pleasure. So who was in control, her or me? It was nice to feel that I had gained the upper hand now, but as we continued to pleasure each other, her lips and tongue on my cock and my fingers in and on her pussy, I realized that neither of us had to be in control, what mattered was that we were expressing the powerful but intangible love of two soulmates for each other, experiencing the intangible joy of becoming one soul, in the most powerfully tangible and physical way possible. My fingers now slid over her internal pubic bone and pressed and rubbed against her G-spot. She began to writhe and moan uncontrollably now. Wanting to repay the favor, her cheeks collapsed as she sucked powerfully on my stiff rod. It felt so great, that it took every ounce of my willpower to withdraw from her hot lips. But as good as her sucking felt now, I knew that neither of us would be as happy with me blasting into her mouth, as we would be if I exploded deep inside her warm, wet pussy. As inch after throbbing inch pulled out of her mouth, my wife must have sensed what I had in mind, as she placed her hand atop mine, pressed my fingers deeper into her very-wet pussy, and moaned "I want you in me. NOW!" I picked up the partly-melted popsicle from the plate, where my sweet Latina had left it, and I slowly slid it into her warm, juicy slit. She shivered on feeling the icy coldness enter her hot lustiness. "You're too tuned-on," I joked. "You need to COOL off!" She began bucking her gorgeously-curved ass up and down on the mattress, her pussy lips pulling the popsicle in and then releasing, sucking in and releasing, until the heat of her pussy had completely melted the popsicle into a gloppy mess. I looked down and marveled at how wide-open her desperately-horny pussy was now. I could see the moisture surrounding her pussy lips and lining her inner walls as she writhed in lustful passion. "I NEED your cock," she moaned. "I need it in me, right NOW! Put it in! Hurry!" "Yes, MA'AM!" I grinned, leaning over and kissing her lips as I aligned my hips and thighs above hers. My kisses moved down to her breasts, and my lips closed over her long, hard nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth as I eased my first hard, throbbing inch into her eagerly-grasping pussy. Her pussy felt cold against my cock, from the popsicle that had preceded my cock into her. But she was so wet and slippery against my manhood, that I didn't mind the cold at all. In fact, I barely noticed it. I began to slip her another inch, as she flexed her pussy muscles tightly against my intruding shaft. She was so tight now, and I was so thick with my lusty desire for her, that I really had to press hard to stuff that third inch into her. I guess I was moving too slowly for her, because now she released her pussy's death-grip around my cock, pressed her bare feet deeply into my ass cheeks, and pulled me down hard against her, forcing my remaining five inches to slide into her in one swift movement. She then contracted her pussy muscles again, her tightness keeping my full eight inches deeply buried inside of her, my hard balls resting against her widespread pussy lips. Then she released her grip again, and I pulled myself up and out of her until only the tiniest bit of the head of my cock remained inside of her. Now I pressed the full weight of my muscular thighs back down against her again. When my full eight inches had slipped completely into her again, she once more gripped her pussy muscles tightly against my two-inch-thick cock. We repeated this pattern several times. Her pussy muscles would relax, I would slide my cock almost completely out of her, then I would ease back into her, and she would once more contract her slippery inner walls tightly against my shaft. With each thrust, this cycle would grow shorter in duration, as we constantly slammed faster and harder against each other. By about my tenth thrust deep inside of her, the natural heat of her pussy and the friction of my pistoning cock had completely overcome the residue of iciness from my having fucked her with her popsicle. On about the twentieth stroke, her pussy muscles once more tightened around my deeply-buried shaft, but this time, instead of releasing and letting me withdraw, her inner walls stayed tightly clenched against my full eight inches. Her hips and thighs thrust high up off the mattress, and with an ear-piercing scream, she flooded hot, thick liquid all over my horny cock. Feeling her hot, sticky pussy juice oozing over my stiff love rod, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I raised myself up by my thighs, letting about 4 of my 8 inches pull up out of her tight pussy, and then I slammed my cock down hard into her, releasing a warm flood of come as I plunged deeply back into her. With my cock still thrust deeply into my wife, and our combined juices warmly and thickly flowing out of her pussy and onto the sheets, I kissed her lips, nuzzled her neck, and sucked her hard nipples. Meanwhile, she nuzzled my neck, and let her fingers massage, stroke, and play with my balls. We turned on our sides, facing each other, my still semi-hard cock still completely surrounded by her tight pussy walls, as I slowly and lazily throbbed inside of her. We wrapped our arms and legs around each other, as she rested her mouth against my neck and I buried my head in the cleavage of her soft-but-firm and incredibly-sexy 38C breasts. Thus entwined, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning with my cock still inside of her. You know how a guy can and often does awaken with a powerful hard-on? Well, imagine how my cock was growing long, strong, and hard that morning, considering it was still buried in the pussy of the woman I love with all my heart and soul. As I began to throb inside of her again, she drowsily began flexing her pussy muscles tighter and tighter around me. I thrust hard, and that fully awakened her. She placed her hands flat on my chest, and pushed me away. Feling hurt, I wondered if she was mad at me. We had just had what I thought was one of the greatest in a long history of great sexual escapades. Had I done something wrong, I wondered. I didn't have to wonder for long, as she rolled me onto my back, and straddled her dark, shapely, sexy legs over my thighs. She grasped my hard, throbbing cock in both hands, and she slowly slid her warm, wet, wide-open pussy down over my manhood. She wasn't mad at me after all, she just wanted to be on top and riding me into mutual orgasmic ecstasy. I love when she rides me, as I can sit up and watch my cock sliding in and out of her moist, stretched vaginal lips. She presses her warm, soft hands against my chest to stabilize herself as she rides up and down my shaft, and her hands feel WONDERFUL against my bare and hairy chest. As I sit up, I kiss on and under her breasts, suck and nibble her hard nipples, massage her wide reddish-brown areolas, kiss her slightly-rounded and exquisitely-sexy belly, and rub and press my long, thin index finger against her long, hard clit. We get more and more turned on each time she sinks her warm, moist twat down over my pulsing, throbbing, thrusting cock. We get ever more breathless and sweaty, and feel ever more deeply in love and spiritually connected, each time her sweet, horny pussy closes down tightly to swallow my entire shaft. After 20 to 30 minutes of rocking into each other, we ae both so in tune with each other's wants, needs, and desires, not to mention both being so DESPERATELY horny, that we always seem to come intensely, explosively, and at PRECISELY the same moment. My come shot straight up into her silky pussy, even as her warm love juices poured out of her tight slit, down the sides of my cock, and out onto my thighs and belly. It was the sweetest, most loving way any couple could ever awaken each other. This cold adventure has changed my whole perspective. From now on, I will consider that calling a woman an Ice Queen is a compliment, not an insult. At least, I know that when my wife became icy cold, we had some of the hottest sex ever, which is saying something: my wife's loyal readers know full well, all the terrific sex we've had in three years of marriage! So saying this was among the best is really high praise. If this is what it is like to be married to an "icy cold" woman, I can't wait to repeat that night! -- Frank (I'm 44, 5'10", with an 8"x2" love hose that perfectly fits inside my 5'2", 38C-28-36 Latina "ice queen") The Ice Queen Brianna was having a rough day. Her boyfriend had just dumped her, her car had gotten hit in the college parking lot, and she returned to her apartment only to find that the power had gone out sometime in the afternoon. Her cell phone was dead and it was starting to snow outside while the wind started howling like a banshee. She almost cried. After the day she had, she went into the bathroom, intending to sit and soak in the tub for a while, thankful that the building still had enough hot water for that. She brought in her small battery operated radio, put on some jazz, lit some candles and let the ambiance slowly ebb away the tension of the day as she closed her eyes. Her hands went to gently exploring her body, as they tended to when she was in the bath. Her delicate fingers started playing with her hardening nipples under the water, her mind going to the last time she played with them; just this morning in the shower. It was different in the bath, though. They were warm and wet from the water, but slippery from the bubble bath that coated her nipples as they seemed to float just on top of the water, locked from her eyes by their bubbly prison. Her breasts were supported in the water, their boyancy giving an eroticism to the bath that no shower could match. Brianna found her hands moving subtly south in the suds, her finger tips grazing down her ribs to the soft flesh of her belly, the muscles writhing under her skin, begging her to tease herself more. The touch was no longer her own, it became that of an unseen and familiar lover, one that takes time to tittilate before it rushes to penetrate. She was not in control, she was an observer, the delicate touch of her skin against her finger tips was simply a bonus against the canvas of pleasure they were painting on her body. Slowly, the hands separated, one returning to the slippery, turgid nipples, the other venturing down to the V of her trimmed pubic hair and the gentle swell of her mons. With mock hesitancy, her fingers wrapped around the curves of her body, both finding tender, sensitive buds of sexual flesh, both eliciting a quiet moan and a shiver from Brianna. Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips, her chest heaved in short, shallow breaths, and her fingers continued their well-known explorations, following paths forged long ago. A finger ran softly down the ridge of her slit, tickling the closed lips before pushing deeper, her finger making a small circle above her inviting opening. A thumb and another finger softly pulled and lightly twisted the her left nipple, the hand they belonged to massaged the breast beneath it. Her body shivered and she moaned, louder this time, the sound mixing with the light popping of bubbles and the sound of muted jazz filling the room. Brianna sucked a breath in, her body filling with need as her back arched, her chest thrusting out of the water as the finger between her thighs found the sensitive nub of her clit, sticking proudly out of its hood, begging for attention. One circle, followed by another, then a third in the opposite direction made her muscles quiver and her legs spread farther apart, giving more access to her opening flower. Brianna heard herself moan louder, drowning out the quiet sounds of muted trumpets and snare drums filling the space. The fingers on her nipple left it, cold and devoid of bubbles, sticking high above the water, only to find the other nipple, crying out for the same attention. The fingers on her clit and those on her breasts found their targets at the same time and Brianna cried out, her body thrashing in the bathtub, water and suds rocking with the motions of her body. The lover's embrace was more hurried now, the tease fading to fulfilling the need that was over taking her mind. The sexual current between her skin, her sex, and her nipples fought and overcame the thoughts in her mind. Her whole being was in the feelings cascading from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Every hair on her head felt electrified, every sensation of the bathwater, the soap, the hands exploring and enticing her body, even the sound of the music in the candlelit room heightened the very essence of the moment. Every second delivered her higher, her body thrashed as her fingers gently began to stroke in and out of her most private recesses, her thumb strumming her sensitive clit like a guitar, while three of her fingers slid, flexed, and stroked in and out of her pussy, pushing the hot water in and around her most sensitive flesh. The feeling was almost unbearable, and Brianna heard the sound of someone constantly moaning and panting, the room full of the sounds of a woman being pleasured. Brianna's feet slid along the tub, her thighs pushing against them once they found purchase. Her whole body arched up out of the water, becoming the picture of a young woman, soap suds dripping from her trembling body, propped against her neck and her submerged legs. Her breasts shook with her heart beat and jiggled with the ministrations of the hand working them while the wet sounds of self-pleasure filled the room, her sex lifted just high enough from the water that she could hear the sound of the fingers splashing in and out of her, the bathwater splattering with the motion. She kept moving higher and higher, seeing only stars, feeling only the motions of the fingers inside her and the lightening coursing through her body to her fogged mind. She could feel the climax building, her toes started to curl against the tub, her knees started to tremble. Brianna was a hostage to the volcano about to erupt within her and take her on the firework-filled roller coaster that ended in blissful exhaustion. The fingers working within her curled up and flew in and out of her smoldering sex, the anticipation of the next second filling the room. The hand working her nipples left them, letting them feel cold and making them turn harder, the heat of her body building. A hand appeared in her bush, the fingers teasing the soft skin along her pussy lips and a single finger stroked her clit, sending her exploding over the edge. Brianna's shaking body collapsed into the tub, sending water and suds over the edge, dowsing half of the candles in the room. Her breathing was ragged, coming in sharp gasps as she lay in the tub, letting the orgasm wash through her body like the rapidly cooling water washed over it. A strange feeling filled Brianna, subtle at first as the crooning of Frank Sumatra pouring from her stereo. The water was getting colder and the fire in her belly was growing warmer. The rest of her was growing colder, however, and she decided to pull herself from the tub. Brianna walked around her apartment naked, toweling off as she went, but leaving her dark red hair down and wet. She decided to put it in a bun later and threw a robe over her rapidly chilling body to keep her warm. The thought occurred to her to just throw an extra two blankets on the bed and curl under her down comforter and go to sleep. She stared at the bed, her hands on her hips contemplating the idea just before a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Fuzzy gray and brown bunny slippers found their way onto her feet and she walked to the front door, her hips swinging as her body still buzzed with post-orgasmic tremors. A quick glance through the peep-hole quashed those thoughts in an instant. Her landlord was outside, still fat as ever, a barely smoking cigar hanging from his grime-stained lip. His coveralls were smudged even more than his face, and he didn't look happy at all. Brianna opened the door and clutched the robe tightly around her body, trying to cover more of her skin. "Miss Reynolds," he said gruffly, his sausage fingers taking the stogie from his lips. Only his breath out performed his appearance; it was a combination of gingivitis and what smelled like fuel oil. "Mr. Greenwell," she said respectfully and bowed her head a little. His eyes undressed her without staring at anything in particular. There wasn't any part of her body that she wanted this man to look at, but he at least tried to keep his gaze focused on her face. "I've been working' on the power since the outtage the safternoon, and I'm positive that it's not in the building and it's 'cause of the storm. I got the boiler goin', so you'll have heat and hot water at least. I'm waitin' on the power company and they say 'they'll get to it as they can.' Sorry 'bout the incontinence," the landlord said politely. Brianna smiled at him, sincerely in appreciation of the information and he tipped an invisible cap to her and turned to the end of the hall way. The outside door opened and she saw him disappear into the wintry scene. The sudden blast of cold air went right through Brianna's terry cloth robe. Her nipples and her aching pussy were electrified instantly, almost making Brianna bend over with the sudden rush of pleasure back to her body. She looked outside once more and shut the door, waiting for the apartment to fill with heat from the steam pipes. She didn't have to wait long, and she turned up her thermostat to full to help expedite warming up her meager apartment. Satisfied, Brianna went to bed, not needing the extra blankets. She shucked her robe, letting it fall on the foot board of her bed and she crawled between the sheets, the chill from the cold fabric tantalizing her flesh once more. She fought hard to not touch herself, but she noticed she was subconsciously shifting, always moving to a spot in the bed where her body hadn't warmed yet, her nipples standing high and proud against the cold fabric. Brianna tried and tired to get to sleep, but the embers of self-passion would not extinguish. Out of frustration she tried to bring herself to orgasm, but she couldn't even begin to get the embers to blaze into the fire necessary to bring about the end her body so desperately needed. Brianna let out a grunt of dissatisfaction and got out of bed, throwing the covers off. The apartment was warm enough to not need a robe, but she picked hers up anyway and threw it around her body. The robe was damp from her putting it on after her bath, and it had chilled from the night air during the discussion with the landlord. The combination made Brianna shiver in the most delightful way and she felt her pussy begin to water at the feeling. She walked over to her freezer and felt inside quickly, remembering as she shut the door that she didn't have anything left in it and she needed groceries. Anything in the fridge would need to stay there to stay cool in case the power was off for too long. Locked in a fog of frustration, being so close to what she needed and yet, so far, she flopped down in her recliner, robe split open, legs spread and glared at the TV. A sliver of moonlight filtered into the apartment and Brianna looked outside. A flash of brilliance hit her and she started laughing, her breasts shaking gently with the motion. She tied her robe around her quickly, put her bunny slippers back on her feet and she ran outside. The snow was a good bit deeper than she expected, but looking up, she saw her goal. The building was notorious for its icicles. The storm provided her with some good ones tonight; usually they were considered a safety risk for the people of the building, but not tonight. Tonight, Brianna spotted one almost as thick as her wrist and a good 3 feet long for most of the shaft. She reached up and snapped it off, getting most of it from the gutter, and then gingerly brought her prize inside. With the door shut, she walked over to the thermostat and turned it down, wanting her treasure to stay with her as long as possible. Already, the ice was beginning to melt in her fingers. Brianna's robe hit the floor as she walked into her living room to her recliner. She sat in the chair, legs spread, looking down at her ruby bush, her bright pink nipples, and the nearly 3 foot shaft of ice in her small hands. With a deep breath she tenderly touched the large end of the icicle to her left nipple. Her body almost curled up as she shivered in passion, her breath coming to her in a ragged gasp and leaving in a muted purr. She touched the other nipple, eliciting the same response. Gingerly, she ran the already melting ice down her chest to her belly button, her senses awakening even more with the feeling of cold water trailing on her skin, a tiny pool of it forming in her shallow cavity. Her stomach crawled with the muscles writhing under Brianna's skin, anticipating what was coming as the icy spear skipped over her lower abdomen, avoiding the patch of ruby fur to caress the skin of her inner thigh, starting at her left knee and moving slowly up her trembling skin. Brianna's eyes closed and the icy scepter became the possession of someone else, someone unseen, some who knew exactly where and how to please the young woman. As it neared the junction of her thighs, the icy exhilaration made Brianna gasp raggedly, her chest heaved with the motion and her heart pounded in her chest. Her need rose as she felt the cold pulling the heat from her sex. Teasingly, it stayed just out of range of her open flower, the cold caressing her pink folds more skillfully than any tongue ever had. It remained tauntingly close to her craven pussy before it skipped over the wanton hole, abandoning Brianna in her time of need. She felt the icy rod move to her right knee, the dripping tip moving up her thigh, the cold making her shudder in sensation and lust. The icicle was not teasing her this time as it had on the last pass. Once it made it to the top of her thigh, Brianna spread her legs as far as she could in the chair, letting her frosty lover have full access to the treasure it sought. Slowly, its tip grazed along the outer edge of her labia, bathing her pussy lips in cold and the slow drip of water as it dissolved in the heat of her passion. Brianna heard her voice cry out as it rounded the curves of her flower, she felt her aching pussy gasping for attention as it rounded the bottom of her slit and she felt her juices flow as the slowly melting dildo rolled slowly back up the other side. It met her clit with an unexpected quickness, the thickness of the tip surprising Brianna. She almost jumped out of the chair when the cold, dripping tip met her sensitive pink bud. The feeling could not be matched by the heat of any lover's breath, the liquid touch could not be met by any tongue that had ever lazily teased her flesh. She gasped her breath in, her lungs unable to keep up with the blinding, dizzying pleasure her frozen toy was giving her. The rod lifted from her sex, letting the almost-freezing water drip down on her clit, each slow caress made her body convulse and curl up in the chair. After a moment of this torture, Brianna willed the scepter lower, once again making contact with her open sex pot, her breath drawing in sharply. The water pooling on her twat flowed sweetly down into her gaping hole, Brianna's pussy shuddering and shivering in delight at the cold embrace. "Please," Brianna heard her voice beg in the empty apartment. "Please....now...." her voice urged. The icy rod had lifted from her sensitive flesh, just long enough to drip all around the entrance to her boiling inner core. Only another moment's hesitation was there before she felt the thick, bumpy rod push against her entrance. At first it felt like it was going to be too big, but her pussy stretched to accommodate, and with the heat of her lust, the icy rod started melting in no time at all, using itself as lubrication as it slid up into her pussy. Brianna stopped breathing. Her whole world stopped, her heart jumped into her throat. The cold intruder stretching her pussy in length and girth made her hotter than she could have possibly imagined. She realized vaguely that she was screaming on every breath, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She felt the bumpy icicle pull out of her trembling walls, she felt her tunnel trying in vain to grasp the slippery invader. After it had pulled out completely, she felt the void of her empty cavern aching and working for the attention it had just received. She also felt the puddle of cold water pooling in the depths of her twat, sloshing lightly inside her as her body trembled in pleasure. Brianna's eyes opened and she saw the thick icicle push back into her, disappearing an inch at a time, the thick ripples stretching her opening as the length bottomed out and pushed against her womb. She felt it try to go farther, the cold making her spasm and need more, but she couldn't take anymore. Her slippery hand slid down the water coated shaft until she felt her wrist on her drooling sex. The sudden temperature difference on he clit made her curl up, her abs clenching, her cunt trying to crush the ice pleasuring her so. She felt the invader roll, twist, and stir inside her, churning her cunt and her insides like a stew of sex. Brianna came. Not a slow rocking orgasm like she had in the bath, but a violent, immediate, and ultimately satisfying orgasm. Brianna was consumed in her lust and she felt the icy cock pull out, her eyes open just wide enough to see that she had over 9 inches of it buried in her drooling snatch. She felt the water running down her ass like a frozen cream pie from her constantly cuming cock of frost. Her pussy was steaming; little puffs spewed forth with each contraction of her cunt muscles. Every trickle of water made her orgasm more intense as it tickled her ass with its cool embrace. The intruder stabbed into her again, grinding deeply against her cervix, teasing, taunting, and rocking the sensitive skin more than anything else she'd ever felt. She had expected pain, but she received only pure orgasmic bliss. The sound of the icicle splashing into the reservoir of cum and melted ice sent her off again, Brianna envisioning it as a massive pond of cum deep in her belly, being added to it by the second. The intruder withdrew again, popping out of her gushing snatch and brining a rush of cold water out, splashing against her thighs and running down her superheating skin. It dove back down into her, all tenderness gone, seeking only to satisfy the lustful need that it could only bring, covering her in a growing mess of her own honey and the almost frozen water. The combination of the two were too much for her and she started to orgasm again, but this time she didn't stop. Her hands guided her frozen lover into her channel and she noted it was getting thinner and shorter, the heat of her cunt melting it as quickly as she could plunge it deep into her core. Brianna's hands started sliding down on the intruder, and she adjusted her grip to grind it deep into her pussy, stretching it once again with the thick root below her hands and the continuously cuming tip busily burrowing its way into her very being. Brianna lost control. She didn't even know she was screaming this time, she only knew that she was cuming like she never had before. Her contracting pussy kept squeezing the mixture of watery cum out of her, soaking her hands. She kept pummeling her pussy, her wrist crushing against her clit on every rapid stroke, the rapidly melting icicle sliding mercilessly in and out of her churning love nest. She lost all sense of reason and her mind went on orgasmic auto pilot. The ice dildo was a blur, controlled by her hands but not her mind. Her hands shifted constantly now, the icicle melting in her hands and in her constantly cuming cunt as more and more of her juices and the watery cum of her lover splashed out of her. The splattering of the mixture on the floor and couch was music to her ears, heard clearly over the hammering of her heart, her ragged breath, and her constant, guttural moans. She was alive in that minute. She was cuming constantly and nothing could distract her, nothing could bring her to reality, and in that moment, her pussy was all she was. The Ice Queen Brianna came to in the morning, sitting in the puddle that had been her lustful encounter last night. Her pussy was still hot, still craven, but she had a feeling that she had just awakened something in her that could never be quelled, and an insatiable hunger was born. She pushed herself up from the chair and her pussy sloshed, dumping its entire contents of water and cum down her thighs. She bit her lip to keep from moaning loudly and she felt a fresh rush of boiling moisture sending heat through out her pussy, warming her body at the same time. "This isn't over," Brianna said, walking sexily to the bathroom for some towels. She looked through her open window and stretched, exposing her minx-like body to the outside world, not caring who saw her at this point. She drug the towels up herself, teasing her nipples with the course material, loving the feeling as it moved across her still-damp pubic hair. "Fuck me sideways," Brianna said softly, her body still purring in post-orgasmic bliss as she dropped the towels on the pond in front of her chair. "This isn't over by a long way," she added, squatting so she could sop up the mess, one hand working the towel, the other crawling over her belly, through her red thatch, down to her aching love button. The Ice Queen Detective Inspector Sheila Maher and Detective Sergeant John Connolly swoop into the holding cell, stern-faced and determined to get my signed confession. They think I murdered Jack Behan and his wife Jinny, at their luxury apartment in one of Glasgow's most exclusive residential areas. The crime took place two days ago and I was picked up in the early hours of this morning. Maher looks in her mid-thirties. She's of medium height, slender and elegant, pretty rather than beautiful. She's wearing a mauve linen jacket over tight cashmere sweater, cut low enough to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. She reminds me in a way of Jinny. Connolly is in his late forties. He's tall and built like a bull; with hair closely cropped his face stubbled. His dark, casual jacket sits awkwardly on his frame, adding to his rough, disheveled look. He leans towards me, his breath reeking of stale coffee. "So Michael, have you had time to think about this?" "Nothing to think about," I say flatly, "I've told you all I want to." Connolly glances at Maher and shakes his head. "You know this looks very bad for you," he says to me. "You had motive, opportunity and you have no alibi." "Says who?" Maher lifts a slim folder off the table and waves it at me. "Witness statements, Michael. They all point to you." The two of them sit there, staring me out. I shift uncomfortably in my chair, my eyes focusing on a point on the wall behind them. "Just tell us, Michael," says Connolly. "We might even get it down to manslaughter. Crime of passion and all that." "Crime of passion?" Maher gets tetchy. "Come on, Michael! Stop this charade! You're wasting our time." "I'll tell you my story, but that is all." The bull snorts in derision and rubs his tired eyes. He starts the tape-recorder, gives the interview details and tells me to start. Maher sits back in her chair, crosses her long legs in a knee length skirt, and folds her arms under her chest. Again, just like Jinny, I think. I shake myself out of this reverie and focus. It was Jinny who I met first. It was a year ago today, in fact, when I went to Behan's Lounge Bar to ask for work. She was cool and business-like, telling me she wanted someone with experience and a good way with customers. Behan's was one of Glasgow West End's oldest, most popular pubs. There was no loud music, TVs, gaming machines or pool tables. People came to drink and chat. I convinced Jinny that I had the experience she needed and she agreed to start me the following Monday. I found her a stunningly beautiful woman but I was well out of my depth with her. There was a big red sign there with a white stripe through it. No entry. So from the day I started, I knew my place and treated her like I would treat any boss. I did what I was told and gave no argument, even when I thought she was being petty or fussy. As one of the pub regulars told me, you don't mess with Jinny Behan. It's only now I realize he didn't mean that in the way I understood it at the time. I think it was about a month later that I finally met Jack. He was a larger-than-life character in size and personality. When he walked into the pub in a long, camelhair coat and an old fashioned hat, I thought, Lee Marvin. The customers all greeted him, chatting him up and slapping his back like he was an old friend, but I could see the fear in their eyes. He wasn't their friend. He was their patron and they were seeking assurance from him, as if afraid they might have somehow crossed him the last time they saw him. If any of them had, he didn't show it. He showered them with insincere affections, shaking hands and wisecracking his way to the bar. As soon as his eyes fixed on Jinny, she tensed up and almost forced a smile. She poured him a Jack Daniels with ice and introduced me to him. He considered me at length with a suspicious stare and asked me a few questions about where I had worked before. The people around us watched the exchange with rapt interest. So far, I had built up a good rapport with them but I sensed that if Jack withheld his approval, they would desert me. He nodded at me and shook my hand. "Welcome on board, Michael." The customers at the bar cheered and joined his toast to my good fortune. "Get on with it!" shouts Connolly. "Get to the point. You know? Two days ago? Jesus! I don't want your fucking life story!" "Okay, Okay. I'm getting to it." I roll my eyes at Maher as if conspiring with her against The Bull but she offers not a glimmer back. I take a breath to recollect. Anyway, where was I? Yeah, things were going well in the job and by Christmas I was like part of the furniture. The regulars all called me by my first name and I knew theirs. Even Jinny had softened on me, making small chat with me before and after closing time, smiling at me as I bantered with the customers, flattering and flirting, making them feel good about themselves. But one day I was chatting to a young woman called Breda, Breda Molloy, and she leaned forward at one point and whispered in my ear, "I've never seen Jinny smile at anyone the way she smiles at you." I felt myself burn up and tried to laugh it off but Breda wouldn't let up. And just as she started to tell me she could read all the signs, in walked Jack and through the crowd he somehow managed to fix me with the coldest stare. Jinny noticed too but she didn't come to my rescue. I glanced at her, panic stricken, but she turned her back on me to serve a customer. Breda wasn't much help either. Having applied the Judas Kiss, she scuttled away to a dark corner of the lounge bar. Jack came round behind the bar counter and placed a big, shovel like hand on my shoulder. "I want a word with you Michael; out back." I looked round at all the customers as if for the last time and followed him out to the storeroom. He stood there like a hangman, staring at me as if measuring me up for the gallows. Big alarm bells were ringing in my head at this point. The way he looked at me when he came into the pub. The way Jinny turned in fear when I appealed for help. The way Breda fled the scene. The way he led me to this dark, cold store room. He knew. If harmless Breda Molloy could see it then so could he. But if he did know, he didn't let on. Instead he patted my arm and asked me if he could trust me. My mouth was dry and I could hardly speak. I gave him a weak nod. He told me he needed a job done, a sensitive job, and needed a good man to do it, someone he could trust implicitly. He was supposed to go with Jinny to Spain, on business, but something had come up and he had to cancel. But he still wanted her to go and take care of it for him, just not alone. He needed someone to escort her and thought I was just the right man. "So can I trust you Michael?" With the bells still tolling in my head and a shiver down my back, I smiled at him like a village idiot and said: "Absolutely, Mr. Behan! No problem!" So he gave me an envelope packed with cash and told me to buy myself a good suit and use the rest for spending money. We were to leave in two days time, 30th December. The tickets were at the airport for us to pick up. I didn't dare ask him why he couldn't just send one of his heavies. At this point in my story, Detective Maher slips a photograph from her files and places it on the desk before me. It's a picture of me and Jinny, at Glasgow airport. We're walking into the departures lounge. Her hand is rested on my forearm. We are looking at each other and laughing like a happy couple off on their honeymoon. I run a finger over Jinny's slender, dead frame and push the photo back. "This proves nothing!" "Looks pretty incriminating to us," says Maher. "What? Two people sharing a laugh?" The Bull Connolly just sits there, breathing heavy through his nose, cross-eyed and dangerous. Maher taps the closed folder with her long delicate fingers and smiles sarcastically. "Michael, we have a whole roll developed in here and there are some dirty, dirty pictures." I know she's bluffing. No photograph would reveal what passed between Jinny and me on that trip. She had warmed to me so quickly; it was like a rapid spring thaw after a deep winter. Breda Molloy had it right after all. She just saw it before I did. The warm winter sun of southern Spain merely enhanced the feeling of something new, something growing between us. The soft, wanting glances, the merest touch of hand on hand, and when she called me to her hotel room that evening before dinner and had me sit on her bed to watch her undress and shower through the open suite door. We barely exchanged a word or touch throughout. We just luxuriated in the adrenaline fuelled danger of discovery, and the unspoken understanding that I wanted to watch and she wanted to be watched. The next day we met a Russian man, Valery Kirov, in one of those immense tourist hotels near Malaga airport. My job was to simply be there with Jinny, not to get involved in the business between them. Not that I could if I wanted to because they conducted their business in Russian. Maybe I was naive or maybe I didn't want to know or maybe I was just so lost in the image of Jinny's body under the hot steamy water the night before, but for some reason I didn't sense any danger in this situation. Jack would have sensed it right away. That's what Jinny said to me on our way back on the plane to Glasgow. I looked at her for a few seconds, seeing the tension in her face. "Then why didn't Jack go with you?" She wasn't expecting this and turned back to the book on her lap. Nothing more was said between us for the rest of the trip. At the airport, she insisted on getting a taxi back home on her own. I didn't argue. Inspector Maher leaned forward, folding her arms on the desk and showing off some more cleavage. I thought again of Jinny that night, the water running in rivulets over her small, pert breasts, her nipples erect and hard as she ran her soapy hands over them. Just then, I wanted to touch Maher's but it was delicious enough to just imagine their warmth and firmness in my hands. She knew I was looking that them but made no attempt to hide from me. Yet at the same time, she fixed me with a hard gaze and dared me to lie to her. "And was that the last time you saw Mrs. Behan?" I nodded and waited for her to ask me more about Kirov but she just turned to the Bull, shrugged, and got up to leave. He signed off the recorded interview and ejected the tape. With that, they left the cell without another word, leaving me again to my own thoughts. I followed Maher out with my eyes, watching her move, her resemblance to Jinny so uncanny it unsettled me. I lit a cigarette and sat back to think it all over. How had I ended up in a Strathclyde police cell accused of murdering one of Glasgow's leading crime bosses and his wife? I had called Maher's bluff because I knew she had no "dirty" photos in her file. Apart from watching Jinny in the shower, nothing else happened between her and me in Spain. It was only when we got back that things got complicated. I was down in the bar one quiet Monday afternoon, cleaning around, listening to old Duncan tell me one of his shaggy dog stories. Then came a delivery of bottled beer, which I was asked to sign for but couldn't. It had to be Jinny. So I went back and called up the stairway to her. There was no reply. I called again; still nothing. I took a breath and went up to her office. The door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open and peeped inside. Jinny was sitting on her office chair, her back turned to me, speaking on the phone in Russian. Her bare feet were propped on the solid oak bureau. Her skirt was hitched right up to her waist and her tight top rolled up over her breasts. She was masturbating with a vibrator. I was both embarrassed and mesmerized, forgetting why I had come up in the first place. But there was another feeling, too, that took me by surprise: jealousy. Was she talking to Kirov? Her words quickly turned to sighs and moans, one hand applying the buzzing vibrator to her clit, the other pinching and pulling on an aroused, hard nipple. She dropped the vibrator and closed her thighs on her hand, writhing, squirming and thrusting in the chair, until at last she threw herself right back, body arched, eyes shut tight. Her face flushed and sweated as she let wave after wave of shuddering pleasure wash over her. It was when she finally opened her eyes that she caught a glimpse of me there in the doorway. She leapt to her feet, murmuring something in Russian on the phone before she hung up. In a fluster, she started fixing herself, trying to hide her nakedness from me. I turned my back, just as embarrassed as she was. "Jesus Michael! How long have you been standing there?" "Sorry, I called up a couple of times but you didn't reply so..." "Yes, yes...what's so urgent?" I turned to hand her the delivery manifest just as she was smoothing her skirt down over her hips. With a glare, she snatched it out of my hand, signed it and then told me to get out. I was shocked at her reaction, hurt even, but went back down to the bar and tried to put it out of my mind. A little after closing time, as we were clearing up, she apologized. I told her it was me who owed her the apology, and we went back and forth like this a few times before laughing it off. She poured us both an expensive cognac and toasted my good health. We made small chat for a while until she suddenly asked me how much I saw of her upstairs in the office. I hesitated but she came close to me and stroked my cheek, placing her lips to my ear. "Tell me," she whispered, her breath hot with the brandy, her hand slipping down over my crotch and squeezing. "I know how it made you feel. I could see." "I saw it all," I lied. She moaned, "Everything?" I nodded. She sighed in my ear and nibbled on the soft lobe, her hand unzipping me and slipping in to draw out my hard cock. Her fingers felt cold at first, sending a shock of pleasure through the swollen, veiny shaft. "What did you want to do to me right then, Michael?" she asked, pumping my cock in her hand. "Tell me!" She slid down and took me to her lips, kissing up the hard, thick shaft, still urging me to talk to her. I told her how I wanted to kneel between her legs and lick her but she wasn't interested in that. She was gripping my cock by the base now and running her tongue up and down, looking up at me, wanting to hear me talk dirty to her. So I finally let go and told her exactly what I wanted to do to her. She groaned and started to suck me deep and hard and sloppy. The dirtier I talked to her, the dirtier she got with me. She wanted to hear details; every hot thrust, every feeling and sensation. She wanted me to tell her she was a slut, a whore to be used. This was the woman they called The Ice Queen, yet she was hot and out of control with my fully erect cock in the hollow of her cheek, her tongue wrapped round it. She sucked me some more, long hard sucks, and then popped me from her mouth. Gazing at my size and girth, she smacked and licked her gorgeous, wet lips. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth wide, inviting me to give her what she wanted. I took my cock from her and jerked it over her face. She groaned and urged me on, calling me names, swearing at me, grabbing my heavy balls and squeezing them, until at last I came, shooting spurts of hot cum into her mouth and over her face. She cried out and took it all with relish, gagging slightly as she swallowed. Then she took my throbbing, sensitive shaft and sucked tenderly on it, cleaning it, making me groan with such intense pleasure. Once finished, she stood up to kiss me and whisper thank you. I knew she wanted nothing more to happen so I meekly said goodnight and went home. How did she make me feel this way? How did she give me such power only to take it away so brutally? And why did I let her do it to me? We had sex one more time after that. It was at her home on the night she died. Jack was throwing a party to launch his new business with Valery Kirov. Strangely enough, Jack and his new partner never mentioned what this new business was and everyone had the good sense not to ask. Jinny was the perfect hostess, though, the trophy wife to end all trophy wives. She was stunning in a short, black dress, fine fishnet stockings, and impossible heels. Yet she moved around so easily and gracefully, and it was hard for me to take my eyes off her. Occasionally, she would catch my gaze and give me a slight little smirk or wink. I wanted her in that dress and imagined having her there in front of the guests, in front of Jack, thrusting into her as he stared in shock and helpless rage. Did she do it to him? Did she take all his power away from him and reduce him to nothing? Would she enjoy being taken in front of him, taunting him, knowing he was powerless to act? It didn't happen that way, of course. It was later in the evening, as guests drifted away. I was coming out of the upstairs bathroom and there she was, standing before me, fixing me with that wanton look. She pushed me back into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and locked it. I took her in my arms, kissing her full lips, her face, running my hands up and down her tall, sleek body. She tilted her head back to allow me to run my tongue along her neck and over her ear. Then she took my right hand and pulled it up under her dress, up over the stocking tops, between the warm, slightly sticky flesh of her thighs. She opened for me and allowed me access to her warm mound, already wet for me through silk panties, already wanting me. Her hand over mine, she moved it harder and faster on her until she was moaning and groaning in my ear, and kissing me with raw hunger. We were beyond the point of stopping then. She pushed me back and turned to face the door, very slowly hitching her dress up over her hips and bending over, looking back at me, eyes demanding. "You want it Michael?" We both knew we hadn't much time before Jack would start to wonder and come looking for us. It had to be now and it had to be fast. I moved in behind her and eased into her tight slit, her long gasp exciting me all the more. I got a firm grip of her hips and started to thrust my shaft into her in long, slow strokes. She yelped and cooed despite the danger of discovery. And I couldn't help but to grunt and snort. She was so tight. I knew our animal noises would give us away; and the harder I fucked her, the louder it would get. So I slid out, took off my necktie and gagged her with it. This excited her and she accepted it willingly. Then in return she slid out of her lace panties and gagged me with them. Now I lost control. I got aggressive and manhandled her, bending her over before me again and giving her fine, firm ass a sharp smack. The gag stifled and muffled her loud yelp and I put my swollen cock back inside her, groaning into her panties that stuffed my mouth. I felt her tighten and squeeze on the shaft and pumped it into her in slow, strong thrusts at first, my hands on her ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh. She was so tight, so hot, I wanted to grunt and groan out loud. I wanted to smack her ass over and over, leave my handprints on those cheeks, brand her as my bitch and call her the dirtiest names; but I couldn't. It had to be quiet and controlled and that is what made it so intense. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, reining her in like an animal in heat. I slapped into her, her muffled moans and yelps driving me to do her harder and deeper and faster until we spasmed together, her pussy contracting intensely, lapping up my warm fluid, squeezing every last drop from my engorged cock. The Ice Queen Suzanne knew that everyone called her a hardhearted bitch but she really didn't care. Besides maybe they were right, even at a young age she had learned to put herself first over everyone else and it had always worked out OK so far. It didn't take her long to learn that an attractive redhead could take advantage over men and Suzanne used this knowledge to its fullest. It was the same in her relationships, as she took whatever she wanted never caring for her partner until this person would give up and break it off or she got bored. Even when it came to sex, if she couldn't get off first then no one got off. As far as she was concerned, she had never missed a thing and life was good. That all changed when she met Brad. They met at a party held by someone she barely knew and she wasn't even sure why she had showed up there at all. Bradley Johnson was not only a beautiful man, he was smart but most of all he was nice. Their first date started as all of Suzanne's date went, as she demanded more changes in his plans he did as she asked. At dinner, she demanded a certain foie gras and when informed that the restaurant was out she grew petulant. When Brad suggested they leave for another place she acquiesced for another brand. Throughout the evening, he talked only of her and her beauty a topic she thoroughly enjoyed. The evening went so well that Suzanne invited him in and as a final test allowed him into her bedroom. She had no intention of having sex with this man on their first date but wanted to see how far she could string him along before turning him down. Brad was magnificent as they petted and kissed on her bed, never going too far or too fast. Finally, Suzanne became so hot she demanded that he please her orally and as he did, she soon learned that he was the best she'd ever had. After her third orgasm, she felt she needed more and asked him to enter her. He complied, then within seconds she had another orgasm and yet she wanted more. They made love for most of the night and she was saddened when he left in the early morning. That day at work, she couldn't seem to get this man out of her head but she kept trying. All of a sudden, she realized she had no way of contacting him and now her only hope to see him again was if he got hold of her. Wait a minute, she thought why was she concerned if she ever saw him again, she knew this was not like herself and wondered what had changed. When she got home in the evening she received a delivery of flowers with a card simply signed, 'Brad.' This both thrilled her and upset her at the same time. She was elated that he'd thought of her but at the same time she was upset at herself for enjoying such a stale tactic. Latter when the phone rang she raced to answer it hoping it would be Brad. She instructed herself to remain calm and aloof but as soon as she heard his voice, she felt like a schoolgirl. He asked for another date and with no hesitation, she accepted. They talked for a long time saying nothing and yet neither wanted to disconnect. When they finally hung up, she felt giddy and realized it was the first happiness she had felt in a long time. She tried to sort her feelings for Brad yet could not. She already knew that he would do anything she asked and yet she found herself fantasizing about doing things for him instead. What Suzanne had not comprehended was the fact that she was falling in love for the first time in her life. She could not see that Brad was the Yin to her Yang, the heads to her tails. They completed each other as only soul mates can do. No, by the time Suzanne Avery realized she was falling in love she was already head over heels and beyond putting a halt to it. She now found herself in a conundrum never before experienced by her. The big question on her mind was did Brad love her as well. As a person who had never been in love, she never concerned herself with the feeling of the other person in her relationships. Suzanne wondered how one resolves this question; you couldn't just ask could you? She could just come out and tell him that she loved him but where would that leave her if he didn't respond in kind. She decided to take the coward's way out and say nothing until he said it first. However, after just their third date she realized she couldn't stand it any longer. After they finished having sex, she blurted it out as she sat on top of him with his penis still inside her. Latter she remembered she sounded just like her cousin on speed, "Brad I have to tell you I can't wait I hope you don't hate me for this but I love you now I've said I love you please please say you love me too." He laughed and she could feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. He pulled her head to his and kissed her tenderly, "Yes Suzanne I love you, I've loved you since our first date. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid it would upset you." Then she laughed as she told him that was what she had done as well. Here is where I should tell you that they lived happily ever after but I can't. No, no they're still together and still in both love but it is far too early in their relationship to predict the future. Still no matter how this couple turns out they both will be better for it. Brad had been searching for a woman like Suzanne and had almost given up hope. As for Suzanne, she would always remember the feelings of love, and know that good things come to those who think of others. The Ice Queen My dad, he's a long-haul truck driver. Why? Well, because his dad was one. And grandpa was one because...well...his dad, my great-grandfather was one. Ah hell, I bet if you were to go back another generation you would find one of us hauling freight with a wagon and horses. Want to hazard a guess what I've spent the last few months in training for? Oh my name is Brace, by the way. Brace Pennington. At first I was at a truck driving school, a standard Class A-CDL training course, paid for with seventeen years of saved-up birthday money. As soon as I had my CDL in hand, I was into the cab with my dad. I went on two month-long trips with him, and he got me started on what he called my "real" training. This included the bare-bones of how to drive a rig into the most insane places imaginable, big cities with streets laid out for horse and buggy traffic, what to do and what not to do, and all-the-more-important, when not to do something. All the while trying to move eighty thousand pounds worth of truck and trailer down a crowded road barely big enough to fit a pair of VW Rabbits. Of course, this wasn't my first time behind the wheel of Dad's truck. Nope, he had been teaching me how to drive it before I ever drove a car. This was just the first time it was completely legal for me to have that huge wheel in my hands. I guess every young boy gets the idea of driving a tractor-trailer at some point in his life. Hell, I grew up watching Smokey and the Bandit, Convoy, and BJ and the Bear when other kids were watching cartoons. My Hot Wheels were always trucks. I was talking fluently on a CB before I was ten. I knew every single bit of trucker talk there was before I hit puberty. Hell, my first crushes were on Stacks and Sally Fields. There was diesel fuel in my blood, and gear grease under my nails. I grew up playing on Dad's trailer the way other kids did on jungle gyms. Most of my childhood was spent in, on, or near a diesel truck. Lord, even my first sexual experience happened in one! Oh, my god, if Dad knew that I had lost my virginity to a "lot lizard" in his sleeper at a truck stop in Texas...killing me would be just the beginning of what he would do to me! When I was younger, my dad was gone a lot, off on a run somewhere, so it would be just Mom and me. We also moved a lot back then. While he was out of town, Dad would get a job offer from another trucking company for much better money. We must have crisscrossed the country twice before I was in my mid-teens. There weren't a lot of longtime friends for any of us. Mom used to joke that we were Gypsies. I guess the first permanency in my life came around my fourteenth birthday. Mom told Dad she'd had enough and wanted a place where she could put a nail in the wall without having to worry about losing a security deposit. Well, Dad wanted land. He had some half-formed plan to be a farmer when he retired, something about a vineyard, or maybe an apple orchard. Like he wouldn't go stir crazy in a month! Anyway, he and Mom looked around with no luck till he had a chance to chat, with Drake, an old friend of his, over dinner. At a truck stop of course, Now, I had never seen Drake or his wife, but I had talked to both of them many times over the CB. So when Dad came pulling in and told my mom to start packing up, that he had found the perfect place...across the street from Drake and Marion, a woman I knew only as "The Ice Queen," I was both hopeful and overpoweringly nervous. I mean you talk to someone for years and then you get to see them, it's kinda weird. Nice but weird. And to know that you were about to be living across the street from them made it even stranger. But Dad was adamant, Mom liked the idea and I was not really consulted about my nervous concerns. You know one of the awesome things about a truck driver family? Getting a truck to move your stuff is no problem. Having enough stuff to fill that truck so that it doesn't feel echoingly empty, yeah. That can be an issue. So we moved, and I saw our new neighbors, who were old friends, for the first time. And fell head-over-heels in love with Marion. She had waist-length black-till-it-looked-blue hair. There was a white blaze by her left ear that sent a single lock of white back through that dark mane. It gave her this almost fake-looking Cruella DeVille colored braid that she wore often around her neck, almost like a necklace. But the body on this woman, damn! She was all curves, hills and valleys. And she smelled like honeysuckle and...Oh, I was "crushing" on her bad! Looking back, I think everyone knew it. Color me embarrassed. Anyway, we bought the land, and sank a ton of money into a house built just the way Mom and Dad wanted it. Again I was not consulted. Before the place was half-done, Dad had to hit the road to go earn back what had been spent. Leaving my mom and me pretty much alone. With a million things to get done and a half million decisions to still be made. Drake and Marion were gone almost as much as Dad was. They drove the long, northern runs, working as a driving team. Up through British Columbia, Canada, through Alaska. They drove the Yukon roads where you spend more time seeing moose and buffalo than other cars. Hell, they even did the ice road hauls sometimes, which Dad called "insane in the brain" truck driving. A couple of years rolled around with all the mercurial slowness for a teenager stuck in high school. Summers were always fun. One of the things Mom insisted on had been a swimming pool, and in the summer, I all but lived in that thing. When everyone was in town, weekends and vacations, that pool and the surrounding patio were the highlight of my life. Why? Barbecues, pool parties what's not to like? Why...? Because Marion came over in a bikini. Yeah, I didn't really get over that crush, and seeing her in nothing but three wet pieces of cloth and a few strings did nothing to make it go away. Reinforced it like steel-belting in tires...yeah that would be closer to the truth. Anyway, I hit eighteen went and got my interstate CDL license. Picked up a part time job at a local furniture store driving their delivery truck, something I thought gave me invaluable driving knowledge, but that my dad told me wasn't worth "a bean fart in a whirlwind" when it came to driving cross-country long-haul. Yeah, my dad and his euphemisms. There were so many times when I wanted to kick him in his...greatest-truck-driver-to-ever-live ego. Then I would think about going ahead and moving out, getting me my own little apartment, (probably a really good idea), and I would always come back to the fact that Mom would be here all alone. My twenty-first birthday was going to bring that empty house about anyway, so why rush it? I would soon be living out the sleeper of a truck just like dad, and his dad, and so on and so on. So, a couple of years went by, I hit my twenty first birthday and got my class A. Got dragged across country by my dad for four months, with him telling me stuff I already knew, only to be told by his boss when we got back home that he had changed his mind. Their company's insurance would not cover a driver under the age of twenty three, no matter how much trucking knowledge he had. Oh, they would hire me on, oh sure...but only for intrastate runs. Drive here, pick up this, take it there, come back, sleep in your own bed every night, but get paid half what they pay their long-haul drivers. Did I want the job? I told him to "let me think about it for a bit." I so badly wanted to add "Let's say...for oh, about two years, you know, the amount of time you've been stringing me along that just as soon as I got a Class A CDL and was twenty one, I would be hired on and I would start driving around the country." He said he "understood." Then the Christmas season passed, and the furniture company laid me off. Oh, I could still deliver part-time if they had enough orders for a week to justify calling me in, but they just didn't need me on full-time till next November. And there I was, twenty-one years old, going to have to take a job I didn't really want just because I was two years too young to do what I wanted. A job I would be hard-pressed to get back out of two years from now. Dad, when he was home, put pressure on me to take it. Mom said she understood my hesitation, but that I needed to make a decision. Even if it turned out to be the wrong decision. That was when Drake got hurt. I should probably tell you what Drake looks like. Look up "Snow Flake," the only albino male silverback Gorilla. Now, dress him in red flannel, give him tattooed arms and have him chewing on a big, never-lit cigar. That's Drake. Anyway, Drake got hurt. It was early February, and they were up in the backside of nowhere Canada when their load shifted. Drake had been walking around tightening chains on his flatbed, when he slipped on a patch of icy side-rail. He fell off the trailer, landed wrong, broke his arm in three places and dislocated that same shoulder. The fall also bruised several ribs on that same side. Marion got him into the sleeper of their truck, and drove through the night, in blizzard-like conditions, to get him to a doctor. Drake, the ornery cuss that he is, didn't stay at the hospital for long before he was getting everyone's blood pressure up. Since his injuries were only broken bones, they cast him up, and stuck him on a plane. When we got the phone call that they were coming in, Mom and I took our van over to the airport to meet them. It took me and an orderly to help Drake into the van, and then I somehow managed to get him into his house by myself, with him cussing Mother Nature's frozen ass for making him slip on ice the whole way. When the pain-killers took effect, Marion came over to our house and sat in the kitchen sipping coffee, talking to Mom and me. "I have to fly back up in the morning. After I get the rig home, we'll be okay for a bit till he can get to driving again. Maybe I'll do some short local runs to make ends meet, but we will be okay." "How long will it take for you to get it back?" asked Mom. She had agreed to watch over Drake till Marion got home. "Hard to say. I've still got to deliver the load that's on it, unload, and then get my return load. Also I've never driven it without him and me taking it in turns. It's more than three days straight-driving just to get it here, given the weather. I'll be having to stop and sleep, of course. If DOT checks my log book, I would be screwed if I didn't." "If Tom was here, he could fly up with you and help you drive it back. Can you wait?" Mom asked, as she refilled Marion's cup. I held mine up as well, but she ignored me and carried the pot back to the maker. I sighed and got to my feet to get me some. "When is he coming back in?" Marion asked, blowing across the top of her cup. Mom had to shake her head, not knowing. I knew it would be awhile; Dad had just left right before we got the call from Alaska about Drake being hurt. "He won't be home for about two weeks," I said after making the quick estimate of the distances Dad still had to travel. Marion shook her head, that great black and white braid dancing over her shoulders like a lions tail. "I don't want to leave that old Peterbilt sitting in the cold for that long. It may already be a bitch to get it to crank. Plus, if I did that, we would lose our return load. Then I would have to foot the bill for the fuel to get it home. Hell, we may already have to do that. We get paid extra because we get things delivered quickly. That bonus money is our fuel, and getting that bonus takes two drivers." Thinking about the coming week of short, boring-ass delivers, I made a decision. "I'll drive it with you." Mom and Marion looked up from their coffee. Both ladies began to shake their heads almost immediately . "You've got your own job to be driving for," said Mom in the worst possible argument she could have chosen. "They're not going to wait forever for an answer." "Thanks for the offer, Brace, but you just got your CDL. The Al-Can in mid-February is no place for a rookie driver." Marion shook her head again. "I can do it." I told her, pulling up my chair and turning it towards her. "I didn't just get it, I've been driving big trucks for years. Yeah, class B, straight axle, but so what? I can handle a rig." "Brace, that's on asphalt." She put down her cup of coffee and reached over to take my hand. The feeling of her fingers...A lot of old memories when I would have begged for such a touch. She smiled and patted my fingers. "This time of year the Al-Can is a snowfield with half-buried signs to show where the road is. No." "I've been through the ice with Dad driving. I've listened to him. I'll listen to you." I chuckled and shrugged. "Who better to learn to drive ice from than a lady called the Ice Queen?" She just looked at me, then gave a small sigh. Mom broke in with a new angle before Marion could speak again. "Brace. You. Can't. Drive. Longhaul." She pointed at Marion. "Their insurance company won't cover you in case of a wreck any more than your Dad's company would." "Where will you be if I don't help you?" I directed my question to the only one in the room you could "really" understand me and my desire to see the long roads. Marion looked at me for a moment then her lips pursed. "Screwed. If Tinkerbell over there wasn't doped to the gills, I would go give his fuzzy-ass a kick. I told him the flatbed was icy, and to be careful." She shook her head, looked into her coffee cup for a moment then back up at me. "Let me talk to Drake when he wakes up. See what he thinks about you driving and about the insurance." She and my mom exchanged a quick look between them. Mom slowly nodded. Marion looked back to me, her eyes so serious her "Ice Queen" name was more fitting. "Get you a bag packed. If Drake says yes, we have to be on a plane as quickly as we can get to the airport. BUT...understand this, if he says no. It's no. No other discussion." I nodded, accepting. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** He agreed. Drake made me promise to do whatever Marion said to do, no questions asked. If I didn't, he told her to put me out on the side of the road, and I could walk home from there. The look on her face said that she would do just that. He wanted to try and tell me more, but his wife stopped him. "I can tell him all that. We need to be going!" He nodded, and she rushed off to go get a few things from the back bedroom of the house. Drake looked me over for a second then shrugged. "At worst you can't handle it, and she will know that very quickly. You might just end up riding side-seat, keeping her company to keep her awake." It was a long flight up to where the truck was waiting in Wasilla Alaska, and I had serious issues with the runway we diverted to and had to land on. It ends in a glacier! Marion made me close my eyes till we were on the ground. It didn't take much persuasion. The truck, on the other hand, took a ton of persuading to get it to crank. It had been sitting cold for days. When we got out the taxi and walked over to the Peterbilt, I figured it was a lost cause. It looked more like a snow-drift hill than a truck. We cleared off the snow, set up a heater she borrowed from the trucking lot's owner, and waited. When it had run for better than an hour, pointed right at the engine, Marion started trying to crank the truck. "Drake promises to have work done on this old thing, but we just never seem to have the time. Maybe with him down for a few, we'll get around to it. That's if I ever get it going again. Come on you P.O.S! Crank!" "What exactly is wrong with it?" She laughed, a delightful sound that was carried off in a puff of foggy breath. "It's old. Hell, it's older than you. It's an eighty-six, for lord sake. Drake doesn't like the newer rigs, something about too many fancy gadgets getting in the way of driving. So, he keeps this old beast running, sometimes by the skin of his teeth. Come on, crank damn it!" With a belch of thick, black, oily-smelling smoke, the old 359 Peterbilt woke up. It continued to sputter and hack for several minutes, reminding me for all the world of a smoker waking up to cough his lungs out. Marion let it warm up for a good, long time, despite her earlier hurry to be going. When we finally pulled out of the trucking lot in Wasilla and onto Highway Four I began to wonder about the rig we were driving. I mean, I knew she and Drake had been doing this run for years, but...would this old truck make another one? The Ice Queen thought so. After about five miles, she opened her up, and the old rig gave a deep, dragon-sounding growl, and with a shudder, began to perform beautifully. So did Marion. She could really drive, shifting with a smoothness that I watched with envy. I watched her and then, after a few dozen miles, when she began to teach, I listened. I listened to her every word on how to handle these icy roads. I would look occasionally out the window beside me at the snow-drift the snowplows had pushed off the road. Drifts taller than the cab, they went by like miniature, white mountains trying to rival the tall peaks in the distance. Trying, but failing. Those huge, towering spires looked to touch the heavens with their pure, white tops. It was so beautiful here. "Hop in the sleeper and get some rack time," she told me when my eyes began to droop, and I started to nod off. "Go on, get you a nap. I'll wake you in about four hours." "Okay." Crawling into the back, I toed my shoes off by the heel and climbed into the bunk. When I pulled the blanket up, I shivered at the chilly feeling of them. She had the heater going up front of course, but it wasn't reaching back here very well. I snuggled in under the blankets and turned my head to the side so I felt the hot wash of air from the one vent. As I did, I noticed the scent of her on the pillow under me. A mixture of her perfume and some kind of shampoo mixed with a hint of hair-smell and sweat. I breathed it in deeply, acknowledging that my crush on Marion wasn't as long ago as I sometimes think. Lying there, breathing in her left-behind pheromones, I felt myself harden. A dozen old fantasies, of what I had dreamed of doing with her flashed back to me. I hardened even further. Looking past the back of the driver seat at her, I knew I could have gotten away with a quiet bit of stroking, but I didn't want to risk it. Her opinion of me was all that was making this trip possible. It is easier to sleep on something hard than to sleep with a hard on, but somehow I managed it. I finally dropped off when I heard her softly singing to herself. Dolly Parton?..Patsy Cline?...I know this song... ** ** ** ** ** ** ** The deep rumble of the Jake brake, and a side-to-side lurch of the cab woke me with a gasp. I sat up, throwing the blankets from me in a panic. Looking past the seats, I saw her turning in the truck into a gas station. Then we stopped by the pumps, and there was the hiss of the brakes locking into place. The big diesel engine growled down to a silence that was deafening. She looked back over her shoulder at me, sitting there with my feet not touching the icy floor and blinking at her. She smiled that crooked smile of hers. "Last stop for a long while. Stretch your legs, use the john. Get some food and coffee in you. You'll be driving us out." She opened her door and climbed out. A diluvian flood of icy air drove me back under the blankets with a yelp. When the shivering stopped, it was only my need to piss really badly that made me start pulling on my padded coveralls and jacket. Bundled up like the kid from a Christmas Story, I nearly fell my half-awake ass out the cab. Bellowing fog and feeling the snot in my nose starting to freeze, I rushed into the truck stop and headed for the bathroom. The Ice Queen Okay...note to self : Warm hands first. While I'm there, negotiating taking a piss with a now terrified penis, my eyes came to focus on the wall behind the urinal. Like most it was covered in layers of old graffiti, most of it the "for a good time call" type shit, like truckers giving their CB handle and a channel to call for sex. A lot of it was asking for gay sex, I noticed. My eye wandered off those with the normal squick I felt for the idea, then I saw one to the right of me. It was almost closer to the next urinal and had faded a bit with time. ~"For a hot time with the Ice Queen, try channel ten. Husband watches."~ As my jaw dropped open in shock, negotiations concluded, and I sent a stream of piss up the wall. FUCK! I made a clean spot! Correcting my terrible aim, I looked back to the wall. "No fucking way. No...Fucking...Way!" The idea of Marion on her back, while some total stranger fucking her, and Drake sitting there looking like an albino extra from King Kong! "Wow..." Finishing up in a kind of daze, I washed my hands and headed into the station to get me something food-like and the biggest barrel of coffee they sold. As I filled a steaming cup I looked over at Marion, talking to the clerk like they were old friends, which they just might have been. I ran coffee over onto my fingers. Wincing at my scalded fingers, my eyes kept going back to her as I added too little sugar and slow stirred creamer into it trying to keep it from overflowing again. My eyes took in her figure, even as my memory stripped off all those layers of padded clothes. She and Drake would often come over during the summer and swim in the pool Mom insisted on. With Dad arguing with Drake about the perfect way to eat steak, raw versus overcooked, and Mom running two blenders full of margaritas, I would float about the pool. Watching Marion. Oh, I would try to be hidden about it, but a wet half-naked woman with her figure? That is some teenage-wet-dream material right there. I especially liked it when she had that long black hair loose and it would cling to her, everywhere. Alright, yes, I was envious of her hair. There were so many times I would have loved to have been her hair. I know, I know. Weird. But I was a teenager and that was so many years ago. Like two. My eyes followed that dark braid down as I mentally undressed her. She looked back over her shoulder, catching me looking at her. I don't think from this far away she could see my eyes snap up to her face from her ass. "You about ready, Brace? I got you a couple of bacon egg and cheese biscuits. Good enough?" Nodding, I blew across the top of my coffee cup and snapped a lid on it. I snagged a big bag of pizza pretzel Combos to snack on later as I walked towards her. "Whenever you are." She turned back to the guy behind the counter with a smile. "Well Sam, wish me luck. I've got to go put myself into this kid's hands." "Lucky him," said the clerk with a grin at her. He shot me a wink. "Getting to spend Valentine's Day with the sexy Ice Queen." Marion swatted his hand playfully. "Sam! Like a young man his age would want a fat old bitty like me." She looked over at me and she winked too. I smiled back, afraid to comment. Mostly because I was sure if I opened my mouth what would have come out would have been "HELL YES, I WOULD!" "Come on, Brace, I've already paid for that. Lets roll." She grabbed a brown bag with the food from the counter and nodded to the clerk. "Sam." "You take care, girl, and tell that old fool you married that I said to stop trying to be a tap dancer. He's too fat." Climbing in, the old leather driver's seat didn't feel right at first, but then it slowly began to move to fit me. The truck fired up with a coughing fit similar to the first time, but quickly settled into its even purr. I checked the fuel tanks at her urging. The needles were both pegged out at the very top; the station guy had filled both tanks. I double-checked every gauge, shifted into gear, released the brakes and then with me at the wheel, the old 1986 Peterbilt rolled back out onto Highway One. My eyes kept getting drawn back to the brass Puff the Magic Dragon hood ornament Drake had put there in place of the original. Marion sat in her seat next to me, watching me learning the ins and outs of her truck. She gave me the odd comment for about the first hour, while she delicately ate a breakfast deli sandwich and chips. When that was finished, she swung her seat around and moved over to stand right behind me. I could smell her perfume, mixed with the peppers from her sandwich when she leaned in and looked over all the gauges. "I'm going to get some sleep. Remember, keep calm. No matter what. Panicked driving will put you on the side of the road every time." She patted my shoulder then left her hand to rest there while she spoke. "You're doing fine from what I can see. Keep it up. Wake me in about six hours or sooner if there is a problem with the truck or you start to nod. Do you understand?" "Sure." I watched the road, my heart quietly trying to move into my throat from nerves. I was seriously about to be driving the Al-Can by myself. My eyes flicked to a large, brown shape off the side of the road. Moose. Holy shit! That was a moose! What the fuck am I doing? She gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then disappeared into the back. She pulled the two red velvet curtains closed behind her, their metal loops scratching on the metal bar that held them. "Marion?" She stuck just her head back through. "Yeah, Brace?" "Sweet dreams." I looked over my shoulder at her face right there next to mine. "I got this. Don't worry." She smiled. "I'm not. Thank you for this help, by the way." She vanished back behind the curtain. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** What followed had to have been the longest, most nerve-racking six hours of my life. Twice in that first hour, I had to cross large patches of road that were mostly ice. I hardly dared to breathe till I was over them. Then it got worse. It started to snow. For this area, it was probably nothing as far as snowfall went, but to me, it was white-out conditions. Un...drive...able! But, there I was in the middle of it, driving with hands white-knuckled, my throat shut with fear. Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm. Over and over in my mind ran that litany. But you know what, it's a strange thing but you can't sustain nervous fear for that long. It will fade. Oh, it will come rushing back at times. That first hour after she went to sleep...sure, I was a nervous wreck. But not long after that, the relatively easy going for a bit helped. Then my ass would again be trying to eat a hole in the leather seat! I've never been happier than when six hours passed, and my watch beeped. I started looking for places to pull the rig over. An extra wide gravel siding up ahead looked to be perfect for that. As I was stopping, I could hear her moving around behind me. "Well? Have fun? Any troubles?" She gestured me up. I moved over to the passenger seat. "Nope. Uh, I saw a few caribou crossing the road a few times. They were always way-up-ahead, so I didn't even have to slow." She was nodding. "Happens. I've probably seen every type of four-legged thing in Alaska walk past the front of this truck." She shifted quickly through the gears and got us back on the road. "Hell, when I first came up here I even thought I saw Big Foot once." I looked over at her with a half-grin. "Oh, really?" "Yep." She shifted again and reached up to pull hard on the horn. The blast of sound was answered by a truck going the other way. She gave a quick wave to the other driver as our cab passed his, then she looked back at me and went on with her story. "It was late one stormy night, I topped this little hill, and there it was on the side of the road. Big Foot! Snarling and growling so loud and fierce I could hear it even over Loretta Lynn! As I approached, it walked out into the road and threw up these great furry arms." I chuckled. "Oh...uh, huh." She gave me a quick look. "What? You don't believe me? Well, you're more than welcome to get Drake on the CB and confirm how he and I met." Shaking my head, I was soon holding my side from laughing. She gave me a smile then nodded her head back towards the sleeper. "Catch a few winks. We'll be dropping this load and getting our next one loaded here in about..." She looked over the long hood at a passing mile marker. "Two hours. I'll need your help then to get everything strapped and unstrapped, but after that you can go back to sleep." The sleeper was chilly since she had slept in there with the curtain closed. I left one side open and crawled under the blankets to find them still a bit warm from her body heat. When I laid my head down again my nose was flooded by the scent of her, only now it was fresh. Oh, the misery. I wanted to cuss as I felt my cock ache towards hard. To desire the impossible while being surrounded by the smell of it. Of course, my mind went instantly to the writing I had seen on that bathroom wall, and then a half dozen fantasies of what Marion and Drake...if that message had in fact been about her...must have done with strangers over the years. And how many times? Again her soft voice singing finally distracted me and lulled me to sleep. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** The unloading and reloading of that trailer will forever, in my mind, mark the coldest I have ever-living-fuck-been in my life. I was in my coveralls, and had on the thick jacket with the hood. I looked like Nanook of the North for lord's sake, and I was freezing my ass off. If I had, at any point during that ordeal, looked over my shoulder and seen my ass lying on the ground I would not have been surprised. Marion didn't even seem to notice the cold. She seemed to be in a dozen places at once, and I swear she did far more than half the work. Once we were loaded and I was a popsicle, she drove out the storage lot with the window down to let her talk to the guard at the gate. She didn't even shiver. Ice Queen indeed. By then, I was so tired that I was asleep before I even put my head on the pillow. Marion woke me about three hours later and I took over while she slept. I could see now why she and Drake did it this way. We were covering these huge, empty miles far quicker. When I looked at the map though, it seemed like we were only moving inches at a time. I never would have believed just how incredibly huge this area of the world was, vast and in places so...empty. Trees passing by for hours. At times the oncoming head lights would dwindle to one an hour. If that many. We were in one such stretch when I glanced at my watch and saw it was nearly time to wake her. I began to look for a pull off but there didn't seem to be any sidings wide enough. Then even as my watch started to beep, I topped a small grade and saw red lights up ahead in the snow fog. Ignoring my watch, I reached forward to the dash and flipped the Jake, then began to down shift to get us slowed. The big engine protested being choked. I did my best to hold the rig as straight as I could while we slowed. "Marion, you might want to wake up," I called over my shoulder as I muscled the wheel to keep the trailer straighter. Reaching over, I slapped off the radio, killing Jerry Reed's warbling about getting The Shaft. "Marion?" Behind me, I heard a mumble, then a quick rustling of clothes. "Yeah? What's up?" she called through the curtain. "Road trouble up ahead, I think." I could see a figure walking towards me waving a road flare. Reaching forwards past the wheel, I flicked the lights to show him that I had seen him. The more I slowed the truck the more I began to see, he was an Alaska State Trooper, bundled to his nose against the cold. He tossed the flare to the side as I rolled to a stop next to him. He tipped back his hat, caught the mirror and stepped up next to my window. When I cranked down the glass the cold was like a slap in the face. "You're going to have to turn her around, youngster. The road's out. Truck flipped in a curve up ahead." The troopers eyes went over my face taking in, I swear, every pimple and counting my thin two-day scruff of beard. "Who was it, Jim?" asked Marion, as she climbed out the sleeper. The officer's face split into a grin. "Now I thought this old rig looked familiar as hell. Hey there Ice Queen! Where the hell is Drake? Did you trade him in on this newer model?" Marion climbed over me to lean on the windowsill, while she laughed. "No. That fool's at home with a few broken bones. He fell his ass off the flatbed a week back." She looked towards the red lights. "Who turned over? Anyone hurt?" "Fella named Jack Williams. Don't know him, young guy a little older than this one. He was choppered out of here just a few minutes ago." He gave his head a shake. "His load is spilled all over the road and it did the pavement some damage. Pipes. Clean up is going to be a bitch, and we're just getting started on it. It will be morning, if not noon, before the way is cleared enough to get through. As I was just telling him." He pointed at me. "I didn't figure you would want to wait." "Damn." Marion slumped a little, then shook her head. "We will have to back track to hell and back to catch the old highway roads to get past this. Alright, thanks, Jim." She began to move. The trooper stopped her, shaking his head. "That may not be the best of ideas. Everything that is behind you is being diverted that way already. You know what it's like when that happens." She nodded and leaned back on the windowsill thinking about it. I wasn't about to move so much as a hair, since I was enjoying the warm weight of her body across my chest and her breasts were pushing into my arm. My face was near her neck and my nose was filled with her warm scent. She suddenly perked up . "How about Toliver's pass? Is it still open?" "Toliver's? Girl, I don't think that roads had a big rig on it since the late seventies. Hell, I know it's been since the main highway was cut that it hasn't. That things more a rabbit train for sport-hunters, heading into the mountains to get to their hunting lodges." "It still connects back up to the highway though, right? Drake pointed it out to me once. He said that was the way he used to go back when he first got started hauling, cause of all the construction. Is it cleared?" He nodded. "Far as I know, yeah. If you give that a try, you be careful down that way. I can't make any promises about the quality of those old roads." He shook his head and hopped back down. "Thanks Jim, I got ya. Appreciate it." She moved off me, and I quickly closed that pneumonia-hole. "Hop up Brace, I'll turn us around." I had to squirm past her to get into the passenger seat as she moved into the driver seat. I'm pretty sure she could feel, as we passed, just how hard the close contact with her had made me. When she got the rig turned around, an impressive bit of driving on this narrow road, she kind of confirmed it when she took a second to give me a strange look. I very quickly looked away. About five miles back up the road, she slowed then managed a tight turn off onto a gravel-graded road, little more than a two lane tract through the trees. It did, however, show signs of a lot of recent traffic through the slush. We followed this road for a few miles, and I felt my eyes getting a little heavy. Just as I was starting to think about heading back into the sleeper, she flipped the Jake and the big truck grumble-idled down. Marion watched the side of the road then, and at a point that I could see no difference in, she turned the big wheel, and the truck headed off down a fucking rabbit trail! Oh, I was awake then. As the trees whipped past the cab, she muscled the wheel through crazy turns where the road graders had gone around a big tree rather than cut it down when they laid out this road. I felt my butt leave the seat when she topped a little hillock speed-bump. Then it was around another even tighter turn, with me watching the trailer sliding in the mirror beside me. The rear of the flatbed caught a small tree and dragged it out the ground in a huge spray of snow and wood chips. "Sweet Jesus, I'm glad you're driving this, and not me." I told her after about two miles of this crazy shit. Marion chuckled. "And I wish Drake was here driving it. He knows this road. I've never been down it. Just going to have to take it slow." After five miles, I was white-knuckling the door handles. After ten, I was thinking of taking up the florist trade instead of truck driving. When I looked over at her, she was steady as a rock, as she took us through places where I would have jackknifed us in a heartbeat. "Damn, I can see why they call you the Ice Queen!" She chuckled, a sexy grin taking five years off her face. "Thanks, but that had nothing to do with my driving. Fuck," she muttered softly, that grin disappearing. I felt the whole rig slide diagonal for a moment, then she put it to rights. "Back when I was your age, I was the only virgin girl in the junior college I was going to. All the boys called me Ice Queen because I wouldn't give them the time of day." She shook her head and the smile reappeared. "If they could have known what I would be like in just a few years. They would have called me something totally different." She laughed over the memory, even as she fought to keep the trailer from sliding. I watched it drifting in the mirror expecting at any moment to see another tree torn out the ground, but she got it straightened out. "Slut puppy, maybe," she continued. I looked back over at her, and I must have had a terribly startled look on my face, cause when she glanced over at me she burst out laughing. "What? I found out that sex was fun, that I liked it, and I had me a lot of it!" She glanced at me, barely taking her eyes off the road. "Am I embarrassing you, Brace? I hope not, but I can't really help it. I get a bit naughty-chatty when I'm nervous." She stuck her tongue between her teeth and grinned. "Naughty trucker girl comes out when I'm scared." I looked up when I heard her shift the gears. Ahead of us was a series of rising grades. She shifted again to meet the gear demands of the climb. The big truck motor roared up under us. "Surprised me more than embarrassed," I told her. When I felt the back drive-tires spin my hands clutched at the armrests. "I just never pictured you that way." She chuckled and shook her head. "Really? Damn, I didn't know I was hiding it that well. Hell, I know I've flirted with your Mom and Dad in front of you." She gave me a quick look. "I didn't take it serious." I shrugged. "Figured you were just kidding around, I guess." "Well, I was...and I wasn't at the same time. That's why it's flirting." The motor changed pitch as we leveled out, then roared up again as we almost immediately began to climb. An odd sound caught my attention then. I leaned over and took a quick peek at the gauges on the dash board. When I glanced up at her, she had a frown furrowing her brows. As that odd sound came back with a vengeance, I saw her look afraid for the first time. Then I looked past her face at the mirror on her side, the world of white behind us was vanishing in a swirling storm cloud of black! "Oil pressure is dropping off fast!" she told me, as she shifted down. I felt the rig begin to slow on the grade. We crept the last few dozen feet over the top of this hill. When I looked out my window at the mirror beside me, I could make out nothing behind me, not even the trailer. Everything was lost in black smoke. "We are smoking real bad too," I told her, even though I was sure she already knew. "Yeah, I saw. Not good at all. Look up ahead." She nodded with her chin. Following that delicate pointer, I looked forwards to find us just starting to head up an even longer grade. Not too steep, but long. The Ice Queen We were only on the bottom of that grade, but the motor began to rev higher and higher. As she began to fight the wheel to the side of the road the sound got worse, and then, if possible, even worse! "Nope." She hit the brakes and we stopped with a hop, bounce, slide. "I'm afraid the motor is going to blow if I try that grade. Damn, damn, damn, damn-it!" Almost as if it had been waiting for us to fully stop, the engine clunked and died even as the brakes were releasing their air. Marion rubbed her forehead once, frowned and gave the motor one try. It didn't even turn over. She sat back and sighed. When she looked over at me, her eyes scared the hell out of me. "I'm not a mechanic, how about you?" she asked "Dad has shown me a bit, but not enough to fix an engine." "I think it might be the oil pump. Or a oil seal. I could be as wrong as right though," she admitted. "and I can't fix it either way." "I'll get the reflectors out and get them set up," I offered, just for something to do that might help. "Sure. Maybe someone passing by will see them. Let me get on the horn and see if I can get someone headed this way. Drake and I have a mechanic we use when we are up here." Bundling up, I got out into the snow and plowed ice-slush. Opening the small side door, I pulled out the folding reflectors and their extension poles to get them above the snow. Walking past the trailer, I worked to set them up with fingers that were growing numb even through my gloves. The snow, falling lightly at first, really began to come down about the time I was finishing up. Shaking the powdery stuff off me, I climbed back into the cab. "Marion?" I heard her voice from the sleeper. "Haven't gone far." She sounded very upset. I climbed back into the sleeper with her. She was looking at a panel on one wall. She was clearly pissed and worried at the same time. "What's up?" I asked after a few seconds. She sighed. "I fucked up. Bad." She tapped the grilled-wall. "This is a heater. It runs on a propane tank. I didn't fill the tank. That's normally Drake's job and I didn't even think about it. It's only about a quarter full. That's maybe a few hours of heat." "Did you get ahold of the mechanic?" I asked. "His wife. I left her a message to give to him. He was off on a job. The problem is he's on the other side of that flipped truck. It will be morning at best before he gets here. Going to get real cold in here before morning." She shook her head at her stupidity. "The main truck heater only works if the truck is idling right?" I asked. She nodded. "Yep." She looked over at me and I saw her eyes focus on my hair with its cap of melting snow. "How bad was it coming down?" "It was getting worse as I worked." I told her, running a hand through my hair to scatter the snow before I ended up with a wet head. She brushed past me and looked out the cab windows. The temperature in the cab was already different from that in the sleeper. When the curtain opened, I felt a chilly draft run through my damp hair. When she looked back over her shoulder at me, she looked as white as her name. "That has the look of a white out blizzard. Were in trouble Brace. Big time." She looked down for a second then took a deep breath. "I'm not going to lie to you. Once the heater stops, it's going to become a freezer in this sleeper. Freezing to death is a real possibility." She moved past me again and sat down on the edge of the bed. I nodded slowly. "Okay, what can we do?" I asked. I was quite proud that my voice didn't show the panic I was in. "How do we keep warm?" She sat quiet for a moment then looked up "I want to save the heater till the last. We strip down to our long johns and pile our clothes on top of the blanket over us as added insulation. We don't try to keep the whole sleeper warm just us, under the blankets. Doing that we might make it." I saw the logic behind it, and I didn't have any better suggestions. "Okay. You know more about the weather up here than I do. Let's do that before it gets any colder." I began to shrug out of my jacket. We quickly stripped down to long underwear and piled our clothes on the blankets in layers. I crawled in next to her and tucked the blanket in tight under my side. Pressed up tight to Marion, her perfume her filled my nostrils with its spicy female scent. She turned onto her side, snuggling up against my right side. She slipped her arm across my chest. Marion shivered once. The temperature in the cab was dropping quickly now that the truck heater was off. Turning towards her, I pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arm around her back. I felt her breath warm against my chest and I knew she could feel mine in her hair. I breathed out my warmth and in her scent. "Hmm. That's better. How many blankets do you use at home? I'm trying to figure out how cold natured you are." I felt her warming her hands against my chest. "I usually sleep under just a sheet. A blanket will have me in a sweat before morning." I was already feeling hot next to her, but it was balanced by my cold back that was facing the front of the cab. She rubbed her hands on my chest. "Oh good, you're a furnace." I felt her run her leg up the side of mine. As her body moved next to me, I felt myself start to harden. After a moment, I heard her chuckle. "Well, I must say I didn't expect that reaction." I saw her grinning up at me when I looked down. "I'm sorry... I can't help it." I shrugged and tried to move so I was not pressing up against her so tightly. She stopped me and moved closer. "I don't mind it at all. It's kind of nice to know I can still make a...young man...get hard. I've gotten out of practice," she said smiling. Marion rubbed her breasts up against my chest and ran her hand down my back. When her fingers came to rest on the side of my hip just inches from my hard cock, my breath quickened. "My god, do I really have you that turned on?" she asked grinning. "I'm old enough to be your mom's older sister, or do you get turned on by older women?" I shook my head. "Just you." "Just me?" She smiled as her eyebrows lifted. I could see she was flattered. "Now what about me turns you on?" she asked. Her hand slipped up under the back of my cotton thermal shirt, her nails digging into my skin as she pulled us even closer together. "Everything. The way you look, the way you smell. Everything." I told her softly, hardly believing I was finally getting to tell the woman I had fantasied about for so long how I felt about her. Marion looked up into my eyes then her eyes got this sexy look in them. "Do my lips turn you on?" I nodded. "Then why don't you kiss them?" I hesitated for a second. She smiled. "If you're worried about Drake, don't be. He really wouldn't mind." Nerving up to ask about the writing on the wall took more effort than I thought it would. "At the last place we stopped there was something on the men's room wall about the Ice Queen." I swallowed. "Was it about you?" She blushed slightly. "I told Drake to take that off there years ago. Yeah, it was written about. Drake put it there. Must say it led to a lot of fun nights." Her eyes opened wider. "Damn I would swear you just got harder." I nodded. "That I would do that turns you on?" she asked, grinning. I nodded again. She smiled. Her voice took on a sultry tone as she spoke. "We would pull into a truck stop, or a hotel somewhere along the road and meet up with some guy who called on the CB asking for me. With Drake watching, he would have me nine ways to Sunday. When he left then Drake would have me as well. It was a fun way to spend a night. Then sex started to get dangerous and we quit answering those calls. Been more than a few years since we played that game." I felt her hand move down my spine, then under the waistband of my longjohns. Her fingers gripped my ass. She dug her nails into the muscle. She lifted her face up to mine, but stopped right in front of my lips. "If I turn you on, why haven't you kissed me yet?" Running my hands around her back, I moved only an inch, and our lips met. Now I had kissed my fair share of girls in high school, but this was so very different. She wasn't a girl. She was a woman. It was an incredible difference. She was aggressive, wickedly so, but also submissive when I took control. Her tongue and mine touched as our lips parted. I tasted her breath in my mouth. Her hands and mine roamed across each other's bodies, exploring at will. She sat up quickly, tossing the blankets back. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and with my help, it was quickly over my head. Marion leaned in. Kissing first my lips, then my neck. She made her way down onto the muscles of my chest with light kisses. I gasped as she gently bit my nipple and sucked hard at it. I felt her nails on my ribs. Then her lips were on the move again. She paused to run the tip of her tongue around my belly button. I felt her softly blow on the wet skin. I shivered. In the cold sleeper, I should have been freezing, but I felt hot! Sweat had popped out on my brow as I felt her tongue slide past the edge of my underwear. Then I felt the pressure of her mouth on the cloth covering my cock. Her fingers ran the length of me through the thin cloth "Mum, I like. Not too long, not too small, but good and thick. You have the type of cock a woman loves." She grinned up at me. "But I want to see it." Her hands pulled my long johns down past my hips sending my cock waving free. I watched her looking down at my cock for several seconds, then she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the tip. Our eyes met when she looked up and she grinned at me with the tip of her tongue between her front teeth. I watched her crawl her way back up my chest. As her breath warmed my face, I looked up into her eyes. She saw the disappointment in my eyes . She grinned. "Not yet. You're so hard if I took you in my mouth you would explode in seconds. I want you to relax and enjoy me a bit first. Sitting up, she pulled her shirt up over her head. I watched her breasts move as she fished her long braid out. Impulsively, I caught it and pulled her down by her braid, something I have wanted to do forever. She grinned as our bare skin touched. Her nipples, I saw were small, no bigger really than a quarter at the base, but they were dark and stood a long way out from her skin. I could tell the cool air had her's painfully hard. Leaning in, I ran my tongue around the nub then sucked it into my mouth. I let go of her braid and cupped her other breast. It filled my cool fingers with warm flesh. My other hand went around to her back, and I ran my fingers down across her spine to the small of her back. She had goose bumps from the cold, but was sweating at the same time. My hand went under the edge of her long john bottoms, onto her ass. Marion arched up away from me as my finger brushes across the wrinkled rose between her ass cheeks. She looked me in the eye and grinned. "You are a naughty boy, Brace. Teasing an old woman's ass like that. Well, I guess that answers the unasked question of whether or not you're a virgin?" I shook my head. "Some girl at your school?" She squirmed against me, which made my fingers dig deeper against her. "No," I said softly. At her raised eyebrow, I decided to tell her the truth. "She was a hooker at a truck stop. A lot lizard. Dad went in to get a shower and dinner, and I was crashed out in the sleeper. She knocked on the door and offered me a blowjob for twenty bucks. I had about thirty in my wallet, so I figured why not." "So you have only been sucked off? That doesn't count." Marion's breasts rubbed across my chest. "No. She liked to talk while going down on me. Kept asking me questions. I was about to cum in her mouth, when I told her I was a virgin. She stopped, looked up at me strange. She shrugged off her shorts, slipped a condom onto me and hopped on. I'd like to say I was inside her for a while, but I probably lasted only seconds." Marion laughed. "Sounds like most first times. Does your Dad know what you did in his sleeper?" she asked me grinning. "No." She giggled. "Oh, I love having blackmail material. I wonder just what I could make you agree to do to keep me from telling?" she asked. I shrugged after I blushed. "I don't know. I'll do anything you ask, just for the asking." "Hum...I'll have to save it then for some future need." She reached down between us and grabbed my cock. "I think I want that taste now." Gasping, I watched her move back down to my waist. When she pulled my long underwear down again, I helped her slip them completely off, leaving me naked before her. I watched her studying my cock like she was forming a plan of attack. "A lot lizard, huh? They do know how to suck a cock, I'll give them that. I must say though, I have probably twenty years experience on most of them." Her head slowly lowered. I watched and felt her run long, slow licks from the base to the tip of my cock. Her lips felt hot as an oven as she slid my length into her mouth. I felt her throat contracting around the head. I heard her take a breath in through her nose then she took the last few inches of me in. "Oh my god," I moaned feeling a woman deep-throat me for the first time. Looking down, I saw her lips smile, distended as they were around me. She looked me in the eyes as I felt her tongue working on the underside and winked. Incredibly, I felt the tip of her tongue licking at where my balls lay at the base of my cock. Unable and unwilling to look away, I watched her struggling to hold me in. Her fingers dug into my hips as she fought her own body's need to breathe. Involuntarily, I lifted my hips towards the pleasure I was feeling, trying to go even deeper. Trying to drive inches I didn't have into her mouth. She coughed a little. Gave me a warning look. Then I felt her teeth rake the sides of me as she slowly pulled back up. They caught on the flared head, and she licked up the ooze of pre-cum leaking from me. I clawed at the mattress as she slowly licked all the way back down to the base, and then back up. "Oh my god, Marion." I gasped out her name as she took me deep again. She pulled up off me. "Call me Ice Queen." "Oh yes, my Queen," I promised, trying to catch a breath. She chuckled and bent down to lick my balls. "Close enough," she whispered. I felt tiny bites along the length of me. Whimpering, I watched her gently biting down on the head. She looked up at my eyes. "Am I better than your lot lizard?" "Oh my god, yes." The Ice Queen chuckled. She licked her lips. "I love making a man scream, Brace. Think you will scream for me?" She dropped her head back down, and I saw her go all the way to the base in a single thrust. Then she tried to push me even deeper! I felt her lock her arms under my thighs. I could feel every inch of her throat working on the length of me. I shuddered under her as she fought her gag reflex, relaxed her throat and stayed down, mouthing the base. I moaned as I felt her tongue caressing the bottom of my cock. My fingers dug into the sheets, clawing at the mattress underneath. "Oh my Ice Queen! I'm cumming! She held on tighter to my thighs. I knew in the back of my mind that she was not able to breath. That she was slowly suffocating herself with my cock! Looking down, I saw streams of tears running down her face. How wide her mouth was stretched around me. I exploded! "Oh, my Queen!" She pulled back, gasping for breath, as my back arched off the mattress. Cum shot from the tip of my cock to land in wet pools on my stomach and thighs. I shuddered and shook my way through the last dribbling moments, and then collapsed onto the bed. Shuddering, I looked down when I felt her warm breath on my balls. As I watched, she licked up the pools. She slurped up cum from my thigh then licked a trail up to my cock. Her tongue ran the length of my cock as it slowly deflated. I watched her licking me clean, her face rapt with what looked like lust-driven pleasure. When she had the last drop, she kissed her way back up me to my face. She planted a very wet kiss on my lips. Her tongue touched my tongue with a salty taste and a scent kind of like...bleach. I was soaked with sweat, and her body against mine was like the heat of the summer sun. The sleeper felt like a sauna. She was breathing hard against my chest. "Your cum is sweet," she told me softly. "It tasted salty to me." I licked my lips then wiped the last of it away. "Very salty." "You're just not used to the taste." Grinning, she kissed me again, her tongue going back into my mouth. After a few of the most delightful minutes, she pulled back and looked into my eyes. Reaching back, she grabbed the sheet and blankets and covered us back up. "We need to conserve this heat." She snuggled into me. "It'll be what? Half an hour till you can get hard again?" I nodded. "Maybe less, but I have an idea how I would like to pass the time." I slid my hand down to her hips. She grinned at me. "Oh really, and what wicked way of spending our time would that be?" Leaning in, I kissed her neck by her ear. "I want to taste you, my beautiful Ice Queen," I said softly. "Really? I would love that, but have you ever done that before?" she asked I shook my head. She looked at me, her eyebrows lifting. "Your first taste of pussy ever would be mine?" She smiled. "I love that. How do you want me? Served on a platter?" I took a deep breath, knowing what I wanted, but almost afraid to ask for it. I had fantasized about her doing this for years. "I want you to straddle my face." She looked at me, her eyebrows climbing again. "Really?" she asked softly. "That puts me in complete control. You know that right?" I nodded then grinned. "As it should be, my Queen." She smiled. Reaching down, she slid out her long john pants and then her panties. She took her panties in her hand and opened them till the crotch lay across her palm. Before I could stop her, she had them held over my nose and mouth. "You're going to be buried in that smell. Swimming your tongue through it. If I lower myself down onto your face you won't even be able to breathe. Still want to taste the Ice Queen?" Impulsively, I licked the soft cotton. She felt my tongue on her palm as I was tasting a pungent blend of flavors. "I'll take that as a yes." I watched her move up the bunk till she was kneeling beside my head. Looking down into my face, I saw both apology in her eyes and a wicked grin on her lips. "You'll have to forgive me if it's strong tasting. I really wasn't expecting to have a tongue in me today." She swung her leg over my head and held herself up as she locked her feet under my shoulders "Enjoy." Her pussy, wet and hot, smashed down against my nose and mouth. The scent of her, then the taste was driven into my tongue. Dark, musty, earthy-perfumed in the wet folds, it was overpowering. I was quickly trying to get a breath of air, as wet lips smothered me like a hot, hair-lined cloth. My tongue found the hole, and I drove my tongue inside her pussy. The wet heat became thicker then, the taste even stronger. She started to grind herself against my face. I moved my hands to rest on her hips, but she smacked my wrists. "Don't you even think about that! You decided this position. Your mouth is mine to ride." She lifted up. I gasped for air in a quick couple of breaths then she was smothering me again. "You breathe when I say you can, when I want you to, understand? Now lick. That's right, everywhere." Her outer lips, fat and hairy, closed around my mouth. I felt my nose pushed against her clit. I caught her inner lips in between my lips, nibbling at them with my teeth. I heard her suck air between her clenched teeth. She leaned back, and I felt the tip of her long braid tickling my chest. As she started to move forward again, I grabbed her braid. The Ice Queen She was calling out my name as I pulled her over in an arch. My tongue ran down from her pussy across the small bridge of flesh and onto her smaller, wrinkled hole. Something that had been a twisted fantasy of mine to do to her since I had first seen a picture of someone doing that. She shrieked as my tongue pushed inside. Her ass clinched tight on my face as I flicked my tongue. "Oh my god, Brace!" I felt her braid slip from my fingers as she moved away from me, lifting herself up away from my tongue. I grabbed a second or two of breath. "Oh, you are a wicked young man. Well, if you're going to be naughty, I want more of that!" She settled herself down onto my face. She started sliding herself back and forth. Brushing her pussy across my lips then grinding her ass up against me. I tongued first the rim, then the tight hole, and then I was back in her pussy. Her clit brushed my mouth, and I caught it. I sucked hard on the little nub and she screamed. "Yes! Yes! YES!" I nursed on her clit as she rode my mouth. Her thighs, hot and sweaty, clamped onto both sides of my head in a tight embrace. She shivered, shuddering, and then started to move away, but I caught her hips and drove my tongue back inside. "Oh no more! No more! OH God! OH GOD, YES!" I felt her pussy clenching around my tongue as she came again. I held her tight to my face licking everything and everywhere as she moaned, begged and shuddered. After I felt a third orgasm rack her, I turned her legs loose and let her slide her way down beside me. I held her as she twitched and panted for air. "Well, for a first timer, that was incredible. You keep doing that and you will have to fight the women off with a stick," she told me after a moment. We cuddled together both trying to catch our breath. Her hand roamed across my chest, then lower. I felt her fingernails cross my stomach and follow the trail of hairs down to my cock. The second her fingernails raked my cock, I groaned. Her fingers wrapped tight around me. "Well, look who's hard again." She stroked the length of me slowly. Then her fingers tightened almost painfully. "You ready for more?" "I am, but are you? You just came three times," I said, brushing my fingers through her hair. She giggled. "I could have cum ten times, and I'd still be ready to take on this wonderful cock." She rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs. "However, you're rested, so it's your turn to work for a bit." Moving on top of her, as I settled myself between her thighs. I felt her legs slide up my sides and her feet curl around me, and as I slid into her, she locked her feet behind my ass and pulled me into her deeper. "I will help though," she said with a shrug as I looked down. Together we moved, settling into an even rhythm. I felt her tight around me, from head to base then back with every stroke. With every pump her legs clenched and drove me back in harder, deeper. I looked into her eyes as I slowly built up speed. She grinned at me and wiggled under me. "Never thought when you woke up this morning you would be fucking me tonight did you?" she asked as she pulled me even closer. "Not a chance in hell." She giggled then sucked air as I gave it everything I had, trying to bottom out inside her. She ran her hands up to my shoulders, digging her nails into the muscle. "You can go as hard and fast as you want. I like it a bit rough. Want to see if you can use that young body to break me? I dare ya." She grinned as I picked up speed. I reposition myself a little, and reaching down, I lifted her up till her hips kind of rested on my thighs. On my knees, I could now use my entire pelvis and back to drive myself into her. I started to pound her as hard as I could. "Oh yes. Just like that. More!" As my body and breath fell into rhythm, I began to slip into a pleasurable haze, where all thought left me, and I focused simply on the feel of my cock sliding into her. I slowed into an even rhythm then picked up the pace again. I varied this for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes. The scent of her and a wet, smacking sound filled the sleeper. Looking down, I watched her breasts bounce with every thrust. Brushing my hand across her face and down onto her chest, I caught first her breast and then her nipple. I watched her eyes pop open when I twisted and pinched the hard nub between my fingers. Her eyes were focused on my face. I noticed then that the cab was rocking under our motion. "Oh, Brace. Fuck me, don't stop!" I leaned in, driving myself harder. My eyes tightly shut, I was getting close. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck. "Come down here, onto me," she begged. Slipping off my knees, I felt her body take up my weight. She clutched at my back as I felt her whole body shudder under me. She moaned deeply. "Did you just cum?" I asked panting. She nodded. "It was light. I want more. Don't you stop! Show me what you can do." She lifted her legs higher. Happy to do just that, I pushed against the mattress with my toes, sliding on her sweaty body with every thrust. I cried out as her fingers raked my back. I felt her breathing quicken under me. I knew I wouldn't last any longer as the surge started building. "Oh yes, cum in me, Brace! OH YES! YES!" My back arched, as a flood of released energy seemed to pour out of me and into her, the length of her milking me for more. She shuddered, and I heard her moaning under me as I continued to thrust. It was my lack of breath that caused me to stop. Even then I rested with my cock inside her as if to defy its softening. She held me gently, tenderly as I tried to catch my breath. Her hands went across the deep scratches on my back making me wince. "Sorry. Oh, what a wonderful man." She whispered as I breathed into her sweaty hair. I slowly, with muscles that protested use, lifted myself up and off her. She clung to me, her pussy like a bottle holding tight its cork. I came out of her with a wet sound then rolled off of her and lay next to her. I felt when she reached down and pulled the sheet and blankets up over us. A chill on my sweaty body made me shiver. She softly kissed my lips. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She smiled. "Now that is what is what sex is supposed to be like. Not over in a few seconds. How are you doing?" she asked, brushing hair out my eyes. "Oh...okay." I took a long deep breath. "How about you?" "Oh, I'm good." she purred, leaning back on the bed. I shook my head. "No, my Queen, you are way better than good." I looked over at her, snuggled in under the blankets, all impish looking. Turning her head, she grinned at me. Leaning in, I placed a single soft kiss on her lips. A thank you. "Well, since I'm only the second piece you've ever had, how can you know that I'm better than good?" she teased. I smiled. "Because if there is anything better than that, I won't live through it." She chuckled. Marion propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at my face. "Flattery...will get you almost anything." She laid her head on my chest, and I reached down and pulled the blanket further up onto us. I held her to me as I felt my eyelids getting heavy, but refusing to close. I heard when her breathing went even, and I listened to her very soft snore till I finally drifted into sleep. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** "Brace? Brace!" "Humm?" "Wake up sleepy head." She caressed my chest then tweaked a nipple. As my eyes popped open, I saw pale light through the curtain of the sleeper. "Would you get up and light the heater?" she asked. I shivered at the very thought. The sleeper was an icebox! "Please." Fishing around under the blanket, I found my long john bottoms. With a groan, I slid them on under the blankets, and then I slipped out the side of the bunk, trying not to lose too much heat. I yelped when my feet touched the floor. "FUCK!" Pushing a button for the pilot light and turning a knob for the gas, I soon had the three-brick radiant heater going. I sat down on the end of the bed and stuck my feet into my shoes. They were like putting on two blocks of ice. I grabbed up my underwear top and struggled into it. "Going somewhere?" she asked. She lifted the side of the blanket open towards the heater. I reveled in getting to see her naked body in the morning light. I looked at her appreciatively for a second then grabbed up my jacket. She saw me looking at her and parted her thighs just a bit more. The two needs instantly came into conflict. Go piss, or get back into bed and back into her? Bladder won. Just barely "I've got to see if I can piss before my dick freezes off," I said, grabbing up my coat. She laughed. "Oh dear god, don't let that tragedy happen." She covered back up. Crawling into my coat, I went through the curtain into the cab. It was like moving from the refrigerator into the freezer. The heater already had the sleeper warmer by several degrees. Past the windows covered in frost, the long hood of the truck had a foot of snow on it. It was piled up against the bug deflector and covered the brass Puff the Magic Dragon hood ornament completely. Opening the passenger door, I stepped out onto the step on top of the tank. With fingers already numbing, I fumbled my zipper open and winced when my cold fingers touched my cock. Still a bit sensitive from last night, it didn't like the cold at all. As I watched the snow bank disappear under a yellow stream of steaming pee, the side door of the sleeper opened. Marion leaned out and tossed a bedpan of yellow out away from the truck. I watched her rinse it out with a bottle of water. She tossed that out as well then retreated inside. I swear, it looked like both bedpans worth had frozen before they hit the ground! Shivering uncontrollably, I climbed back inside. I left my snow-encrusted shoes up front and crawled back into the sleeper. It was noticeably warmer in there now. I got out of my jacket and crawled back into bed with her. There was a faint smell of urine in the air. "A bedpan?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. She nodded. "Damn Skippy! If you think I'm taking my pussy out there to squat in the snow you're crazy!" We both laughed. Shivering, we rubbed each other till we're warm again. She turned on her side to face the heater, and I curled up against her back. I began to rub her hip slowly, digging my fingers into the muscles. "That feels good. Oh, by the way, happy Valentine's Day." She rubbed the bottom of her feet up against my legs. I chuckled. "I'll be damned if it isn't. Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry I didn't get you a card and a box of chocolates." I said with a grin, as I let my hand move lower, then brought it back up, cupping her ass cheek. She shook her head. "Cards really aren't my thing, and I'm allergic to chocolate. I like roses though. Would you buy me some roses?" she asked softly. I could hear her smiling as she wiggled her butt back against me. "Sure, for my sweet Valentine, I'll just walk to the nearest florist and get you a dozen. Red, right?" I asked teasingly, as I moved my arm around to her stomach and pulled her closer. "That would be nice. Bring us back some hot coffee while you're out." She snuggle back against me, seeking the heat. Grinning, I ran my hand back down to her thigh. Slowly I moved my palm around to her ass again. She wiggled it across my fingers. "You have the definite beginnings of an ass man, Brace. You've fingered it then licked it last night. Now you're playing with it this morning." I ran my fingers across her cheeks and down into the warm crack. She moaned as my fingers brushed over her. "Hmm. You really like my ass don't you?" she whispered, sqirming. "I sure do." I whispered back. I could feel my cock starting to stir. "Want to fuck me in it?" My hand stopped and my eyes must have looked like dinner plates. I felt myself go instantly hard. She giggled and pushed herself back against my crotch. "Should I take that as a yes?" she asked chuckling. "Oh my god, yes." "Well, spread me apart back there then." She moved over, putting only a few inches between us. Lifting up one of her ass cheeks, I watched her lick two of her fingers and reach back between us. "We don't have a lot of lube so...you...go...slow! Okay? You could hurt me really badly if you don't." Nodding, I guided myself in between her cheeks. She leaned forward and pushed back against my cock. I slipped and felt half of me rush up into her pussy before I could stop. "Oh my! Wrong hole." She shuddered for a second as I slipped into her my full length. "Not that I mind." I gave her pussy a few long slow strokes. I felt her start to rub her clit with her fingers. When her juices dripped down onto my balls, I pulled out. Reaching down, I guided myself till the head was against her ass. The first two attempts, however met with the same similar end, I slipped into her pussy again. She gave a half chuckle. I grabbed my cock harder to keep it from slipping then I pushed. "There you go. Oh, Brace. Yes, oh slow, go slow. Oh, yes." She arched herself then, pushing back against me a bit. I tried to slip again, but she lifted her hips at the last second. I felt when the head pushed through a tight ring. Then with a low moan from her I pushed my way inside. She gasped as I was sliding deeper and deeper into her. I was all the way inside her when I heard her moan change to a pain-filled wince. "Enough! I can't take anymore. Just hold it still right there for a minute." She reached around and pushed on my hip. I rested my hand on hers, moving them from my hip and place both on hers. "I'm all the way in. I'll hold still, but my god, you're tight." She panted for breath for a second then gave a small push back. "Really?" she asked, whimpering as she shifted her hips a bit. "So you're enjoying your first piece of ass." I could only nod as I lay tight against her, feeling her beginning to rock her hips against me. I slowly felt her begin to loosen up a bit, so I slowly pulled myself almost out, then just as slowly pushed back in. "Oh, god!" I saw her fingers tighten on the edge of the bed. I did it again. She arched back her head and moaned. I swear that sound caused my already hard cock to get even harder. I couldn't stand to be still any longer, and I started to slowly pump into her. "Oh, Oh, Oh!" She groaned in breaths as I pumped. Then as I pumped into her a bit harder, I heard her moans grow louder. The sound spurred me on. I don't know if it was my idea or hers, but I was soon straddling her hips with her face down on the bed. I reached down and around as I started to thrust harder into her ass and caught both of her breasts. My fingers found her nipples, and I gave them a twist as I moved. Her moans became screams as I began to pound myself into her ass as fast as I can. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Brace! Oh my god yes. Harder, HARDER! HARDER please!" In a fierce rhythm now, I felt her shudder, and her legs twitched under me. Her hands went past mine and down into her crotch. I could tell her fingers were moving at a furious pace under us. Arching my back, I tried to get even one more inch into her as I felt myself about explode inside her ass. A deep, growling cry came up out of my throat as I came. I heard a half-pain, half-pleasure scream come from her. It was both orgasmic and agonizing as I buried myself to the very hilt and wished I had more to push in, to feel her even deeper. "YES!" she screamed. Shuddering through the last of my orgasm, I felt my muscles give way. We collapsed together with me still trapped inside her. Little spasms shook her under me every few seconds. I felt her ass clenched around the base of me, trying to push me out. After several minutes, I pushed myself up onto my hands. I slid myself slowly out her clenching hole. Just as I was nearly out my hand slipped on the sheet, and I pushed back into her hard. "No! Oh god no more! Please no more," she moaned. That little cry made my cock that was growing limp, twitch and harden back up some. I lifted my hand from the bed and pushed down on her shoulder. Panting hard, I moved my still-hard cock back deeper into her ass. "Ahee!" She cried out as I pumped from head to base with every stroke. It felt my cock was getting harder again with every thrust. "Oh Brace, please. Please...don't stop!" Clutching her body to me frantically as I moved on top of her, I felt her shuddering her way through a soul-shattering orgasm. I began to cum in her ass for the second time. As I filled her again, I could hear her really whimpering under me. Pulling away, I slid out and leaned myself against the back wall of the sleeper. Feeling the warmth from the heater on my chest as I tried to catch my breath, I watched her slowly lift herself up. She looked at me with a face flushed with heat. She swallowed, licked her lips and gave me a slow rueful smile then shook her head.. She moved over till she was leaning up against my chest. I took her into my arms and held her softly to me as she panted for breath through pursed lips. The warm glow of the heater dried our skin. She turned her reddened face up to me. "Remember when I said to go slow...that you could hurt me." I nodded, grimacing. She nodded. "Yeah. Now that felt wonderful, but it also hurt like hell at the end." "I'm sorry," I told her as I softly kissed the side of her neck in apology. She smirked. "No your not," she said chuckling. "Naughty boy. You love the fact that you made me scream. "She grinned and poked me in the ribs."Admit it!" I had to laugh. "Okay maybe not completely sorry." I told her, lifting my hand to cup her breast. She placed her hand on top of mine. "That really felt fucking incredible." "Definitely an ass man," she said softly. "Well, I guess you can consider my sore heart-shaped ass, your Valentine's Day gift. One I'll give to you every year...for as long as you like. Have you ever cum twice in a row like that before?" I was about to answer her, the grin was already spreading across my face, when I felt her tense against me. "Look there." She pointed with her chin. Looking through the curtains, I saw yellow lights flashing against the windshield. "Looks like we're saved, my Valentine," I said softly. She nodded. "Damn shame. We were just getting started," she said, giving my sore cock a squeeze that made me wince. "But don't worry, I have some long term plans for keeping this naughty thing happy." She looked so impish. That look on her face, in her eyes... "I love you." I wanted to tell her that so badly, but I knew it would sound sappy. My lips even opened to speak but no words came forth. Then her fingers were there, pressing them closed. "I know, Brace. I know." Leaning in, I kissed her, reveling in the passion I got back. Passion that promised a delightful future with her teaching me every wickedly naughty thing she knew how to do. Even as her tongue brushed mine I knew that, when we got back home, her husband would hear of this and then who knows? I might even be doing this to her...with him watching! That thought both excited and terrified me. Her fingers tightened as I moaned. She moaned back, her warm breath filling me with heat. Then a hand was knocking hard on the icy side of the cab door. We both chuckled as we got up and started to reluctantly find our clothes and get dressed. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** I've driven for more than ten years now since that day. Done the north runs hundreds of times, through every type of weather. I spent many a day driving into the frozen wilds, and many a warm night in the soft arms of Marion. When Drake retired early, she and I partnered up. The Ice Queen When I married last spring, it was to a lady trucker. I put her "handle" on the exact same bathroom wall, next to the faded writing I saw so many years ago. Now my wife and I have had a great many "adventures" together since then. ...but I'll never forget the Valentine's Day I spent on Toliver's pass. When I first rode with the Ice Queen. ( I would like to thank the beautiful Patientlee for her work whipping...this very old story into shape. Without her help this would be a nightmare, given that it was written in a different tense than it now is. This story is about three years old, and has been languishing in my to be finished file. Again thank you pl. And as always, any mistakes you see now are all on me.) The Ice Queen "Good morning Miss," he said politely as the tall leggy redhead walked past him. His smile slowly faded as she walked by him with barely a nod in his direction. His eyes narrowed as he stalked past her office door and took the stairs up to his own office...affectionately known as the janitor's closet. "Dunno who that bitch thinks she is, can't even bother to give a polite response." He grumbled to himself as he set about getting ready for the day. From time to time he grumbles again, his temper simmering not so quietly under the surface. A loud beeping filled the air and seeing her number on it, he blithely touched a button to silence the page and went about his business. Twice more while dealing with the chemicals and filling containers, his pager went off again. Twice more he ignored it. "Excuse me, I've been trying to call you 3 times in the past 20 minutes!" He heard her voice over his shoulder suddenly. Ducking his head over the bottles, he grinned. "Yeah I know and I've been trying to ignore you." He muttered softly. Job or no job, he decided it was the day to take the bitch down a peg or two. "What did you say?" She demanded, reaching out a hand to his arm and dragging him around to face her. He turned quickly, the bottle in his hand sloshing over onto her blouse, turning the nice thin white material see thru. Slowly he looked down and then back up at her and then back down, the grin resurfacing as he watched her nipple contract. "I said, and I've been ignoring you. But now that seems like not such a good idea." He laughed as he looked at her nipple as it poked insistently towards him. She reached up to cover herself bristling at him. "Oh don't ruin it sweetheart, for once, just once act like a human being and loosen up." He demanded dragging her hand away from her chest. One eyebrow slowly raised as he felt her pulse skyrocket and saw the light cover of goosebumps on her arm. Stepping closer he whispered, "See, that's not so bad." "If you don't step away from me and conduct yourself in a professional manner, I'm going to...," She began, her eyes firing up. She flinched as he stepped even closer, his shirt moving against her wet nipple and she blushed, actually blushed as it tightened even more. "You're going to what?" He taunted. "Run out there so everyone can see you're not the tight ass bitch that you want the to think you are? So they can see you're a woman who reacts to a man's touch, who needs it...who begs for it?" He whispered softly against the tip of her ear. "I do NOT!" She snarled hotly looking up at him, so close her lips were just a whisper from his as she glared at him. She took a step back coming up hard against the wall as he crowded her even more, his palms moving to rest against the wall on either side of her. "Maybe not yet, but you will." He laughed softly, his breath sliding slowly down her jaw and over her ear. Leaning into her he dragged his shirt across her nipples, listening to the hitch in her breath as it sped up. "I'll just bet there's a soft sexy woman inside that bitchy exterior. Id like to find her. Will you let me find her?" He asked, his breath trailing down her neck to nip softly at the base, slowly dragging the tip of his tongue back up her neck. Her violent tremble sent shock waves up his chest as her nipples swished back and forth against his shirt. "I don't know what you're talking about!" She managed as she pushed past him, shaking as she reached for the door. He lunged up behind her and pressed her body into the door, his hands braced as he ground against her softly "Oh, I think you do, princess. I think you know exactly what the fuck i'm talking about." He muttered in her ear as he ground his hard cock against her thru their clothes. His lips pressed against the back of her ear trailing down slowly softly about halfway. Feeling her shiver violently he gently bit her neck right there, that one spot..her knees gave way momentarily. Leaning into her he wrapped one arm around her hips pulling her tighter against his lower body, grinding and stroking against her slowly Don't." She whispered quietly, resting her head against the door. In answer his free hand slid down her thigh, snaking underneath her slim business skirt, slowly hiking it higher. He trailed the pad of his thumb down across her clit, circling it. "Don't what, princess? Don't do this?" He asked and pinched her clit thru the lacy panties she wore. "Don't feel how wet you're getting?" He asked, sliding his fingers under the hem of the panties to trace them over her slit. "tell me, what don't you want?" His fingers circled her clit once again. "Don't...oh god don't stop," She whispered, pushing against him, back and forth between his grinding cock and his talented fingers. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he slid his fingers back along her slit, sliding them a lil deeper. "Don't stop? Where's my ice queen now? Uh uh, you have to tell me where it hurts, what you want me to do to you." He corrected as she moved to cover his hand with hers. He pulled his hand out of her panties and turned her to face him. "Tell me!" He growled, the sound leaving a low purring rumble in his chest. She ducked her face, hiding it against his shoulder. Reaching down he pulled her hips to his, grinding his cock hard against her clit. "Make me cum." She mumbled quietly. He could feel the heat of her through his jeans, his cock throbbing, straining towards her. Tipping her hips, he brought her heels up off the floor, grinding against her more fully. Her head dropped back as she gasped, her hands scrabbling on his shirt. "Oh for the love of...please dammit, please fuck me!" "Ooooh such demands. Maybe I shouldn't, maybe I should just forget this ever happened." Slowly he lowered her feet to the floor, sliding his hands away from her body. He watched her chest heave as she struggled to catch her breath. Turning his back on her he made to walk away, a predatory grin crossing his face as her hand whipped out to stop him. "Dammit, you started this, I gave you what you wanted, now finish it!" She demanded reaching a hand towards his collar to pull him down to her level. With his lips a breath from hers she added, "You want me to ask you for it, I'm asking. I hate you for it but dammit I want it!" Her breath caught as he turned suddenly pushing her up against the interior wall, lifting her hands above her head and pinning them there. "You haven't begun to give me what I want from you, you icy little bitch. But you will, you'll beg for it, you'll crave it more than your next breath. You'll need it so bad your pretty lil cunt will be dripping just by looking at me!" He snarled and leaned in to kiss her hard and fast. His lips, tongue and even his teeth took savage control over her mouth kissing her until she gasped for air, pulling away to stare at him. He grinned down at her, pressing himself against her body again, grinding hard, slow and even strokes. Reaching out to the shelving unit beside them, he pulled a short length of rope off the shelf, waving it in front of her fact and slowly uncoiling it as he wrapped it around her wrists, securing them to a beam just above their heads. "Don't struggle too much and it won't leave marks." He cautioned, moving slowly and watching her reactions. Too his surprise she glanced up at her hands watching him wind the rope gently and nodded. Her tongue slowly darted out and licked her lips. Leaning forward he kissed her again, sliding his hands down her arms to cup her breasts, testing their weight, feeling them fill his palms. He heard the soft moan slither out of her throat as she pushed against him, her body trembling so hard it was nearly vibrating. Pulling away from her, he moved over to the sink and reached for a length of clean white rags. Moving towards her with a glint in his eyes, he held the length in front of her mouth and waited. At first, her eyes wide, she shook her head slightly. Raising an eyebrow at her he held up the cloth again and then lowered it and looked at the door. Slowly she nodded, inclining her head to accept the gag he tied around her head as he whispered in her ear. "They won't come in here, but I can't have you screaming out loud. Oh I'm going to make you scream, but you'll scream for me you little slut, not so everyone else can hear," He growled in her ear. He pulled back and looked in her eyes and laughed harshly. "Hmmmm, you like that don't you?" He asked, standing back to watch her. "You like the idea of being my little slut don't you?" He demanded. Reaching a hand out, he slid his fingers against her lips, feeling her entire pussy clench trying to pull at him. Pulling his hand away he held her gaze as he slowly licked each finger clean, tasting her. He watched as she nodded slowly at first, then more. Kneeling in front of her with no warning, he slid his tongue across her clit nipping at it gently. Her entire body flinched hard, backing away from him. Moving his hands up he pushed her skirt even higher, tucking it around her waist as he slid his tongue deep into her flicking it rapidly. Her hips bucked against him trying to get closer. Palming her ass cheeks, he lifted her to his mouth sliding back to suck on her clit, strumming it lightly with his tongue. Hearing her muffled moans he looked up at her as his tongue slid over her clit. Watching her eyes glaze over as she wriggled her hips trying to ride his tongue, he moved one hand to her pussy, sliding two fingers in deep without warning. He felt and heard her quite cry as she strained against the ropes. "Careful slut, we don't want any visible marks to tell everyone what a little slut you are." He cautioned. Sitting back on his haunches he watched as she nodded and tried to release the tension on the rope. Reaching up he pinched her clit hard between two fingers. He heard the muffled 'Fuckkkk' through the gag and grinned. Standing he slowly undid his jeans, pulling his throbbing cock free. Her eyes focused and sharpened as she stared at his cock, her body undulating towards it. Leaning into her, he slid his cock against her lips, feeling the wetness surround him. Pushing back and forth slowly he ground into her, careful not to actually enter her. Her breathing raced along with her pulse as she slid slowly back and forth, the length of his cock grinding into her clit. "I want you to cum on my cock, slut. I want you to soak my cock in your juices so when I go home and jack off tonight, I smell you." He watched her eyes flare and then half close in pure arousal, he knew the exact moment his intent donned on her as her eyes flew open wide again and she tossed her head in denial. "Oh yes, you're gonna fucking cum for me slut, you're going to orgasm as long as I tell you too, but i'm not gonna fuck you, you haven't earned this cock yet bitch! Do you want to earn it?" He asked roughly, pinching her nipples hard, stretching them and letting them go. He ground his cock against her, nudging the head to the entrance of her pussy and stopped. She nodded vigorously, making noises against the gag. Placing a finger over her lips he smiled. "Then you'll do exactly what I tell you, everything I tell you." Moaning she nodded quietly, her body straining at his. Kneeling in front of her once again he pulled her legs over his shoulders, holding her weight and crushing his mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking at her. He felt her body jerk violently and her hips rocked into him, riding his face as hard and fast as he'd let her. The juice from her pussy pulsed and flowed as she rode him, struggling to get what she craved so badly. Sliding a hand up under her, he rammed two fingers deep inside her fucking her pussy madly. He heard her muffled scream as she tensed against him, her pussy surging against his mouth as she came, her clit pulsing madly into his mouth. "That's it bitch, cum for me, don't you quit!!" He snarled up at her. Pulling his hand back he slammed three fingers up into her pussy stretching her. "Fucking cum for me slut!" He growled low. Placing his mouth over her clit he sucked it hard as she finally let go cumming violently against his mouth. His fingers continued to fuck her pussy hard and fast drawing two more surges from her body as he watched her cum, her eyes glazed and looking totally undone. Sliding up her body he slid the gag off, kissing her softly, his mouth moving over hers, gently nibbling on her lips. Reaching up he undid the ropes, freeing her hands and gently bringing them down to her sides. "What were you paging me for?" He asked quietly. She blinked at him in confusion, slow to remember. "i ummm, uh...oh! I needed to find out if you were going to be available tomorrow morning to go over the blueprints for the new shelving units we want to put in?" She asked, her voice still shaking. "I'm going to go downstairs and take a look at the old units." He said stepping away from her and grinned. "Looks like you're gonna need a shirt to wear for the time being slut." He laughed looking at the obvious marks on her blouse where the chemical had splashed her. Reaching into a filing cabinet he pulled out a plain white tshirt about two times her size. Handing her the shirt, he tugged his over his head and went to the sink and proceeded to wash his face and neck. Seeing her vague look he laughed again. "You're gonna stay in here and collect yourself under the excuse that there was an accident with the cleaner and it got both of us, hence the new shirt. Once you get yourself together come down and be the usual icy bitch." He explained. Slowly she nodded, her eyes sliding over his chest. Chuckling he threw on a new tshirt and tucked it into his jeans, carefully readjusting his still sizeable erection into place. Looking back at her, he leaned down next to her ear and whispered, "Tomorrow you'll come to work dressed like normal, but no panties. Do you understand me slut? NO panties!" He growled against her neck and grinned as she shivered. A nod was all she could answer at first, finally managing to clear her throat and whispering, "yes Sir". She watched as he ducked out of the door, closing it carefully behind himself. -------------- "Good Morning." He said as he walked up to the small group standing near the wood shelving units. He made a point of looking at everyone else before his eyes traveled to her, his eyes glancing over her outfit and registering her cool nod in his direction. He listened in as the high mukity mucks determined the best layout for the replacement units, noticing how her back stiffened a little more each time he looked her way. "What's your opinion of this?" She finally asked him, waving him over to look at the blueprint. He took great delight in moving to lean over her shoulder, his chest rubbing against the back of her arm. Her sharp inhale was all he needed and he retreated with a shrug. "Well that's helpful." She muttered. "Well we've already gone over the basic outline, I agree that the extensions would open it up a bit, we just need to figure out what kind of wood and stain to use." He answered quietly. Tossing him a disgruntled look over her shoulder, she collected the blueprints and handed them to him on her way past. "Get started on a list of material you need and i'll be up in a bit to go over it and approve the purchases." She said dismissively and stalked away on those needle like high heels she favored. Damn if watching her hips sway didn't give him a hard on from hell! He retreated slowly to his office, closed the door and sat with his back against the far wall, waiting. About twenty minutes passed before he heard her heels clicking on the floor outside. He watched silently as she walked in, leaning against the door as she closed it behind her. She stood there, her back against the door, watching him for several moments and he could see the indecision in her eyes. "Hello slut." He whispered quietly, his voice soft and possessive. He watched the flare of emotion in her eyes and the involuntary shift of position that gave her away. "I missed you last night, but I had your scent to keep me company." Her eyes flared even more at the reminder. "I had to cum 3 times before I could relax, you had me so hard." His hand strayed down to the front of his jeans and rubbed slightly, emphasizing the bulge that was already growing. He watched her tongue dart out to lick her lips. "Do you want to earn it?" He asked, slowly releasing his cock from his pants, stroking the shaft for her. She nodded slowly, her eyes plastered on the view of his cock, swollen purple and throbbing. "Show me!" He demanded looking at her skirt. Slowly, inch by inch she pulled up her skirt, finally revealing her pussy to his gaze. His face seemed to change as she stared at him, gone was the pleasant natured look of the janitor and in it's place was a pure predator. "Come here slut" He commanded and watched her reach back and lock the door before walking towards him. "Kneel" He said pointing to the leather pad on the floor. She balked and stared at him. "I said Kneel bitch!" He growled, pointing once more. She sank to her knees, her skirt wrapped up around her waist and bare to him except for a pair of thigh high stockings. He leaned forward and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it free of her skirt and draping it over hook on the wall nearby. Looking at her, her breasts pushing against the thin lace bra, her nipples tight and begging, he motioned for her to take off the bra. Again she hesitated. He raised one eyebrow and moved his hand to cover his cock. Her hungry expression slightly pleading, her eyes on his hand, she reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, pulling it wide and letting it slip from her shoulders. "Play with them slut!" He demanded and watched as she knelt in front of him, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts, pushing them together and squeezing them. "Pinch your nipples slut, make them beg for my mouth." He watched her tug at her nipples, her manicured nails twirling them and making them stand out even more. Leaning forward he licked one nipple, smiling as she automatically held her breast up towards him. Watching her face he sucked the nipple into his mouth hard, pulling at it, biting it gently and swirling his tongue around it. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hand slid down to cup her pussy hard. "This is my pussy now, you understand me slut? No one touches or fucks this pussy but me!" She nodded quickly. "Say it bitch, who's pussy is this?" "It's yours." She stuttered as his fingers danced over her clit. "Fucking hell, it's all yours Sir!" She cried out as he slid two fingers deep in her already dripping pussy. Rapidly fucking her pussy with two fingers, he whispered against her ear, "We've got about a half hour before they coming looking for us, you better hurry up and earn this cock, slut, or you'll go home horny as hell and you won't be allowed to cum on your own this time. Because I know you went home and masturbated last night didn't you, even after I made you cum, you did it again didn't you?" he demanded sinking his teeth lightly into her earlobe. She blushed brightly and nodded, answering him with a stuttering gasped yes. Turning his hand slightly he angled his fingers to curl around her gspot, stroking it hard and fast as he pummeled that sweet smelling pussy. She cried out bending forward as the sensations rocked her body. "Then you better fucking earn it!" He snarled, pulling his hand away and leaning back, exposing his cock to her hungry gaze. He motioned to his cock and snaked out a hand, wrapping it around the back of her neck to pull her down to it. She whimpered softly just as his cock slid past her open lips. His breath hissed out as she wrapped those bitchy sarcastic fuckable lips around his cock and sucked him deeper. Slowly at first, waiting for her to rebel he pushed in, deeper and deeper. "Oh fuckkkk" he groaned as she swallowed all of him. The head of his cock throbbed as it buried itself deep in her throat, his balls tightening with pleasure. He let her pull away slowly, feeling her tongue ride the thick vein in his cock. She pulled all the way back, licking the head of his cock like an all day sucker, sliding her tongue into the opening and suckling at it. Growling he thrust one hand into her hair dislodging the clip and using it to pull her mouth back down on his cock burying it deep again. Groaning heavily he sank his other hand into her hair using it to guide her as he set the rhythm, thrusting his cock into her mouth over and over, going almost balls deep. The Ice Queen "Oh fuck me!" He groaned. "How did I not know your bitchy little mouth would be this damn good at cock sucking?" Thrusting hard and deep into her mouth, he felt his balls tighten even more, drawing up, so damn close to exploding. Pushing her away without warning, he snagged an arm around her waist and dragged her up to him turning her. Bending her over the work bench he split her ass cheeks with his big hands and knelt down to lick her pussy from clit to ass, one long stroke of his tongue. Pulling up behind her he nestled the head of his cock against her pussy. "Can you breed slut?" He growled, pushing forward slightly, nudging the head of his cock just inside her. She shook her head slowly. "I said can you breed bitch?" He snapped, pulling his cock away. Whimpering she tossed her head and gasped. "No Sir, i'm protected." Smiling grimly, he shoved his cock deep, rocking against her ass as he seated himself as far s he could go. "Then I'm going to ride you like a prize stallion who just found his mare, and i'm going to cum deep inside you so you can sit there in that office of yours and feel it all day, knowing it's my seed, that you're my slut." He whispered hoarsely thrusting his cock in and out of her with each word. Holding her hips, he thrust wildly in and out of her, taking her hard. Gritting his teeth, he reached around and pinched her clit hard. "Cum for me you little slut! Cum all over my cock and you just might earn my seed." He slammed his cock all the way in burying it balls deep in her pussy as he flicked her clit rapidly feeling spurts of wetness against his fingers. "That's it slut, squirt for me!" Rocking his hips into her, he rode out her orgasm thrusting hard and fast until she climbed another peak, she cried out feeling his cock swell to the fullest, stretching her as he bottomed out. Muffling her scream with a hand quickly slapped over her mouth, he surged deep emptying himself into her, pumping stream after stream of hot cum into her pussy, packing it full and deep. Groaning, he slowly pulled out, his cock dripping with their mingled cum. Walking on unsteady legs, he pulled something out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. Slowly she unwadded the material, looking blankly at the wisp of lace she held. A barely there thong. Looking at him she frowned. "Oh I wasn't kidding slut, you're going to sit there all day with my cum buried deep in that sweet fuckable pussy, and I want you sitting there knowing that panties I picked out for you are all that's holding it in. Everytime you move, walk, cross your legs, you're going to think about my seed buried deep in your cunt." He smirked at her, watching as she stepped into them, shimmying them into place over her hips. Leaning forward, he carefully tugged her skirt into place and watched as she fastened her bra, adjusting her breasts into the cups. Handing her the blouse, he smirked as she tried to fasten the tiny buttons and tuck it into her skirt. "I would suggest you head out first this time, hell rage at me for being a chauvanist pig if you need to." He grinned, watching the fire light in her eyes. "That shouldn't be too hard." She sassed him. "All I have to do is take the elevator down and head into my office muttering about what a fucking dick you are!" He threw his head back and laughed. "Good one slut, but then, you're getting rather attached to this dick aren't you?" He asked bouncing his still hard cock in her view. He grinned and watched her lick her lips and then fumble with the door, unlocking it. "By the way slut, you might wanna clip your hair back up before you go out there. You look very well fucked with your hair like that!" Gasping she ran and snatched the clip from his hand, reaching back to twist up her hair unmercifully and clip it at the back of her head. Tossing him a smoldering look, she burst out of his office slamming the door behind herself. The next morning, he let himself into his 'office' and looked around, a slow easy grin crossing his face. Sitting down in the same spot as the day before, he sipped his coffee and remembered. Glancing over at the door his eyebrow rose as he noticed an envelope tacked to the back of it. Reaching out, he snagged the envelope and returned to his seat and opened it. 'I don't think it's proper for us to continue to engage in the way we have been,' He frowned, his jaw clenching as he read the first line. 'But if I'm completely honest, I can't quite seem to let go of the fact that I like how you make me feel. I'm not sure when or IF you ever intended this to go beyond a simple 'fuck buddy' scenario, but I feel it would be better suited to our own private residences. Below is my address, I'll be home by 7pm tonight, perhaps you should come by and we can discuss whether or not this is worth continuing.' He finished reading and his face slowly relaxed into a wolfish grin. Folding the letter, he stuffed it into his back pocket and went about his day, making sure to stay out of her line of sight as much as possible. At 5, he promptly left work by the back door and went to his place to clean up. Promptly at 7 on the dot, he rang her doorbell. He stood and waited, on the verge of hitting the doorbell again when he finally heard movement on the other side. The door opened, slowly swinging wide to reveal her standing there in a short skirt and tight top and high heels. Silently she motioned him in, her eyes quickly gliding over the front yard to see if anyone was paying attention. "No one cares if you have a man at your place, you're a big girl." He said, the bite of sarcasm quick on his lips. She snapped the door shut quickly and turned to face him, her face blushing brightly. "I'm just not used to...dammit I don't have men over!" She protested, her sentence trailing into a squeak as he suddenly moved to press against her, her back pushing against the door. "Well get used to it slut! No this isn't just a quick fuck buddy thing, I've had time to think too, and I like what we've got going. I'd like to see where it goes, how long it goes. There's just one problem...' he growled against her ear. "Wh-what's that?" she whispered haltingly, her hands pressed against his chest between them. She gasped as he reached up and took the clip from her hair and tossed it over his shoulder as her hair tumbled around her shoulders. "Whether or not you're willing and able to submit to me, to give me everything you are when we're together." he whispered against her neck, biting gently. He felt her go rigid against him, felt more than saw her reluctance. "I said when we're together slut...alone. At work you can be as much of a ball busting bitch as you ever were, but when we're alone, you're mine, however I want you, whenever I want you. Think you can handle that?" His tongue slid down her neck to flick at the sensitive hollow of her shoulder. She nodded, her head curled down over his neck, the hesitant feel of her tongue and lips sliding over his skin. "Answer me slut!" He snapped, his hand snagging in her hair to pull her head back baring her throat to his lips. "Yes Ssir." She managed to his as his tongue slid up her neck. "I just don't know what to...to think, or to feel," She sighed against his lips as he kissed her softly, his lips lightly touching hers. "So talk, tell me what you feel." He muttered quietly and then licked his lips, his tongue trailing lightly across hers too. She leaned towards him trying to deepen the kiss and he pulled back to look at her. "Come on, we need to sort this out." He said pulling her into the living room, sinking down on the couch and pulling her across his lap and smiled as she curled easily against his chest. "I don't know." She admitted honestly, her face snuggled into the hollow of his neck. "One minute I'm in control, the next I'm willing to do whatever you say or do. It scares me." She shivered lightly as one of his hands trailed lightly up and down her arm. "Why does it scare you?" He asked softly, switching to stroke his other hand lightly up and down her thigh. "I feel so...out of control. I've always been in control, even when I don't want to be. I've always had to be the one in control, to take charge. I don't think I know how to be what you want." She confessed, hiding her face against his shoulder. "That's bullshit!" He barked, pulling away to look her in the eyes. "I can tell you just from the past couple of days, there's a part of you that doesn't want control, that needs to let go completely. You could have handed me my balls on a platter, instead you moved and gave under my hands, instinctively giving in to me. I'm here now because you didn't want it to be just a control work thing, deep down you want it to continue don't you?" He asked, forcing her to maintain eye contact. She nodded haltingly, her eyes closing. He pulled her head close and kissed her eyelids. She blinked and looked at him, he could see the nerves, the reluctance and the need in her eyes. "I want to try something over the next few hours. Give me total control, if after that, you don't want to or can't, we'll call it quits. Deal?" He asked her. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him nervously. "I want to show you a different side of control, a different side of me. If after that, you still think you can't give up control or don't want to, then you step away and we end it." "yes Sir" She whispered, staring at him. His quick grin had her catching her breath. Setting her off his lap, he stood and offered his hand. She took it and slowly rose to her feet. Looking around, he spotted the heavy dining room table and grinned as he told her he'd be right back. He ran out to his car and grabbed a bag from the trunk. Returning to her after locking the door, he kissed her hard. Pulling her into the dining room, he kissed her, his hands running over her body, amping her up hard and fast. When her breathing was nothing more than rapid gasps, he pulled away and lifted her to sit on the table. He let her watch as he pulled lengths of rope out of the bag, tying each thigh to the end of the table, slowly laying her back and tying her wrists above her head to the other table legs. Stripping off his shirt, he tucked it under her head. Settling down in a chair at the foot of the table, he sat looking at her, seeing her sex tucked in the shadow of her short skirt. Smiling, he stood up and leaned over her, pulling her full breasts from her shirt, using the shirt to support their weight. Sitting down once more he looked at her body displayed for him and pushed her skirt over her hips, baring the skimpy lace panties she wore. "Why are you just staring at me?" She asked softly, her voice hesitant. "I'm looking at my dinner, slut." He growled, his hands moving to the side of her panties and shredding them from her hips in two quick yanks. Tossing the scrap to the side, he leaned back and moved her feet to the arms of his chair, pulling her hips to the end of the table, forcing her open. Sitting back in the chair, he looked at her, inhaling deeply as her scent floated towards him. His eyes slid up her body, noting the way her nipples poked insistently towards the ceiling, saw her blushing look, her eyes watching him. "I've thought of you like this before, thought how good you'd look tied up and waiting for me." He slid one finger up through her slit, flicking her clit hard. "My imagination didn't do justice. You're beautiful, and you're so fucking wet already!" He swore, and lowered his head between her open legs to lick the path his finger had followed, pausing to suckled on her clit, before pulling away to look at her again. Smiling, he reached out and turned down the lights until they resembled candlelight. Leaning over the table, he kissed her, nipping her lips and tongue. His hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them, running his thumbs over her nipples until they hardened even more. She pulled restlessly against the ropes and moaned, arching her back Sitting back down, he lowered his head back to her pussy, his tongue moving in long slow strokes followed by quick flicks at her clit. His eyes watched her face as his mouth moved on her, keeping his hands on his lap using only his mouth on her. He heard the creak of the chair as her feet pushed for leverage. Grinning, he fastened his lips over her clit suckling hard on it, feeling her hips surge up to meet him as her breathing came in desperate pants. He felt her holding back, saw her biting her lip as she tried to hold back. Pulling away harshly, he snapped, "Don't you hold back slut, cum for me, give it to me, all of it!" Plunging his mouth back down on her, he slid his tongue into her pussy sliding it in and out before moving back to her clit. She strained at the ropes, her clit pulsing against his tongue as she came, her body shaking and moving sinuously trying to reach him. Standing up, his hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them harder, his fingers and thumbs pinching the nipples and pulling at them. He pulled one nipple taught, letting it snap back and watched as it puckered, begging for his mouth. He quickly undid his pants, shoving them down his legs and baring his straining erection. Looking at her swollen clit, he shoved his cock deep into her pussy in one long hard move, burying himself deep. Her cry echoed around the room as he pulled out until the very tip rested against her lips. "What's that slut? You like that cock huh?" He laughed and plunged deep again, her lusty whimpering cries egging him on. Grasping her hips he fucked her hard and fast, ramming her soaking wet pussy with everything he had. His dick was brutal as he slammed into her, pushing balls deep and withdrawing almost all the way out before surging deep again. Her muscles contracted around him making him grit his teeth as he held back. Muttering and cussing, demanding she not hold back, demanding everything from her, he surged in again as she came, her juices covering his cock and splattering the table. "Mmm, that's better slut!" He groaned as he pulled his raging cock out of her. Watching as she frowned at the loss, he slid a hand up to her pussy, pinching at her clit, twisting it gently and grinning as she thrust up into his hand seeking more. "Oh, still want more? You're a greedy lil slut aren't you?" he asked, watching as she nodded hard, her breathing rapid gasps. "Want more slut?" He growled at her. Her nod shook the table and her gasp echoed around the room as he slid 3 fingers deep into her. He ignored the throbbing in his cock as his hand took it's place, his fingers thrusting in and out of her. Using his other hand, he pinched and pulled at her clit, teasing the throbbing nub mercilessly. "oh yessssssss" She hissed as he pinched down on her clit harder. She tossed her head as he scraped his thumbnail lightly across it. Changing the angle of his hand, he pushed four fingers into her, stretching her wide. Her mouth dropped open as he began to drive his hand deep and hard into her pussy, drawing a low keening moan from her. He watched the naked need on her face as he kept thrusting his hand deep into her pussy, dragging orgasm after orgasm from her body. He watched as she began to squirt, her orgasms becoming more violent and longer, her body laying listlessly against the table until another approached. Leaning over he softly licked at a nipple, watching as her body jerked violently. Suckling hard on her nipples, his hand worked her pussy continuously, pulling extreme orgasms from her until she was no longer seeing him or the room around them. Reaching over her head, he untied the ropes, his other hand still slowly driving in and out of her. Slowing even more, he watched as exhaustion and confusion clouded her eyes. Her hips still moved as small spasms traveled thru her body. Pulling away from her, he untied the rope at her thighs and tugged her body up off the table. Standing and weaving in front of him, she looked up at him quietly. "Get that sweet ass to bed slut, I'm not done with you yet!" He waited until she started to walk toward the stairs and cracked his hand across her ass hard. Her head whipped around and fire lit in her eyes. "That's right, I'm a son of a bitch, and you're MY slut." He laughed and wrapped his hand in her hair to hold her as he kissed her fiercely. "Now get your ass into bed!" He ordered and laughed as she stuck her tongue out at him and then took off running for the stairs. Following her at a sedate walk, he deliberately gave her time as he climbed the stairs slowly. Entering the bedroom, he took one look at her laying on the bed waiting for him, her body rosy and covered with a light sheen of sweat. Crooking his finger at her, he waited for her to crawl off the bed and stand in front of him. He moved past her and laid on his back in the middle of her bed. "Get over here and take your spot slut" He ordered, gesturing towards his cock as it stood up waving and demanding attention. She moved onto the bed, staying below his waist, her hands reaching for his cock. "I said take your spot slut!" He growled and grasped her hands, yanking her up his body. His hands were strong and rough against her skin as he pushed her into a straddling position above his cock. "This is your position as my slut, this is where you belong!" Pushing up, he slid his cock deep into her overworked pussy, grinding her hips down until he was buried deep. He released her hands and ordered her to ride him but not to cum until he gave permission. Taking great pleasure in seeing the frustrated and confused look on her face, he laid his head back on his hands against the pillows and watched her. Sitting above him, her body gripping his cock tightly and her breasts still held in proud place by her shirt, he watched as she slowly twitched her hips over him, stroking his cock deep. She gave a frustrated sigh as his expression remained calm and detached. Thinking to tease him, she reached up and pinched her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. "If you want my seed, you better earn the right. You're a slut, MY slut, fucking act like it!" He growled lazily, watching her through lowered eyelids. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the frustrated glare she sent him. Leaning slightly forward, she slowly began to ride him in long slow strokes, her pussy clutching at his cock. She bit back a moan, surprise showing on her face as her body responded yet again, beginning to build towards yet another orgasm. "Don't you dare cum slut, ride me like you need it, fuck me as if I was your next breath and you need it desperately." He saw the awareness flash in her eyes, saw the carnal lust take hold as his words set in. Leaning further forward, she braced her arms on either side of his head and began to ride him, pulling away and then slamming herself down on him, picking up speed with each thrust until she was bucking wildly on his cock. Curling his toes against the wood foot board of the bed, he watched as her nipples dragged against his chest, her body writhing as it used his. He felt her tremble violently, looked up as she bit down on her bottom lip trying to keep from going into a full orgasm. Drawing one of his hands down, he slapped her ass hard, feeling the sting and watched as her eyes fired up. Dragging her head down, he kissed her hard, his teeth scraping over her lips. "Cum with me slut!" He growled as he rammed his hips up into her. His hands grabbed her breasts, wrapping around them and squeezing hard as he felt her give way, cumming hard on his cock, felt the pulsing liquid splashes against his body as she came in great violent heaves. He felt her body sink over him as she collapsed. Grabbing her hips he slid out from under her. "I didn't say you could stop slut!" He snarled as he shoved his cock into her swollen hole from behind. Riding her hard, he pushed her head down to the pillows, his hands gripping her hips pulling her towards him. Fucking her mindlessly, he rode her through that orgasm and another, hearing her whimper and sob, begging him to stop, crying that she'd had enough. The Ice Queen Reaching a hand down as her body strained under his, he pinched her clit hard as he thrust deep, still riding her wildly. Feeling her body clench violently under him once more, he roared as he came, releasing deep inside her body. Shaking, his whole body focused on the pleasure pouring out of his cock, he collapsed over the top of her, his hips flexing slowly drawing it out in slow gentle strokes. It was several minutes before he could move, sliding gently to the side and tugging up the covers as he pulled her into his arms. Curling her body against his, he chuckled softly as she protested in drowsy whispers, already sliding into sleep. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her head and laid back, sleep coming quickly for him too. He surfaced slowly, sleep clinging to him. Quietly he turned his head, a slow easy smile crossing his face as he found her still asleep, laying on her tummy, her face turned away. Tracing a hand gently over her back he stifled a chuckle as she moaned softly and nuzzled her face against the mattress. Rolling over, he pressed against her body, pushing her into the mattress. Sliding his hands up to hers, he wrapped them around the spindles of the headboard. Slowly, reluctantly, she surfaced, she turned her head to the side and her eyes opened. Laying still beneath him, she waited, feeling the swelling of his cock against the curve of her ass. He slid one hand over her ass and trailed it over her pussy, still swollen from the night before. Pressing against her, he played with her, slowly and gently teasing her awake. Leaning over her back, he nuzzled his face in her hair, smiling as she groaned sleepily. Her body woke much more quickly than she did, his fingers sliding over her wet slit to her clit in slow lazy circles. Shifting his body fully over hers, he nudged his cock into her pussy, sliding in short slow strokes until she accepted him fully. Laying on her, his body holding her tight, he fucked her with slow lazy intensity, waking her gently, watching the fuzziness slide out of her eyes. "Good morning my beautiful slut." He murmured in her ear, sucking gently on the lobe. "I love the way your body responds to mine, gives to me even when you're half asleep." She moaned softly as he slid deep once more, pushing her ass towards him and rocking with his rhythm. He nudged her legs wider, his strokes so slow and full, even as the need to cum shivered over his body. "Have you decided slut? Can you face giving me control here, and still have control outside?" He inclined his head and gently bit down on her shoulder as he slid a hand under her to circle her clit. He laid like that for several minutes, quiet only their bodies moving. He watched her eyes close and then slowly open. She nodded slowly, licking her lips. "Yes, Sir. I want to be your slut. I want to be the bitch you hate during the day and the slut you fuck into submission at night." She said clearly and slowly. She felt his cock swell even more deep inside her. Tightening his hands over hers on the spindles, he thrust deep. "You are my slut, only mine." He grunted as he thrust deep into her once again, letting go and feeling his cock jerk and throb as he came, feeling her body respond with a slow rolling orgasm. "Mine!" He moaned, wrapping himself around her, pulling her body into his as he rolled to his side and drifted off to sleep once again.