2 comments/ 73925 views/ 4 favorites Dessert By: Cate For Katie, who liked the pinpoint of light and adores wired bras. * * * * * The woman beside me was in her early sixties, well-dressed with a good figure, very slim and pious looking. She had spectacles and a sensuous mouth, but the area around her lips was heavily creased and somehow I had a feeling that she had once been a nun, perhaps later leaving the convent and getting married. I don't know, she just had that look . Maybe she resembled some particular nun in the convent school I had attended, but I couldn't remember. She was very reserved and read her book, "Some Tame Gazelle" by Barbara Pym for the first couple of hours of the journey. Later she lent me a magazine and I bought her a drink from the trolley. Then she bought us both a couple of miniatures. We spoke a little of our destination, Thailand, and chatted about previous holidays. She told me then, out of the blue and without any warning, that she had been in the Gambia last year and had paid for sex there. My drink scalded my throat and I got a fit of coughing and she patted me gently on the back with her dainty wrist and the heel of her hand. "It was very empowering," she said in her precise voice, turning her rather beautiful grey eyes on me, "as a woman, I mean, to be able to have my pick of such a bunch of beautiful young men." She went on to tell me that she hoped to have a similar experience in Thailand. "Although," she said, "I have heard from a friend that the men there, though beautiful, are a little on the small size." I couldn't quite believe I was hearing this and she sipped daintily at her drink and picked daintily at the knee of her expensive silk shantung skirt. "I have quite a small clitoris," she said, "and I like cock and plenty of it." I gulped and spluttered into my drink as she went on to tell me how one of the men she had been with last year, a nineteen year old, had begged and pleaded and threatened to kill himself if she did not bring him back to England with her. "I told him to go ahead," she said. "I enjoyed the sex, but the idea of living with a man, any man, appals me. I made it quite clear to him that I used him just for sex and that was what he was paid for." She stared out reflectively at the darkness beyond the wing. "Perhaps there are stupid women who fall for their lovers." She told me that she had had a dull marriage, had written an erotic book which made a lot of money when in her forties and, when her husband died, had found herself unexpectedly rich. She said that sex tourism was one of the greatest things that had happened to women in the past twenty years. The stewardesses were bringing around rugs and lights were being turned off and even the dull roar of the engines seemed to have quietened for the night. When I awoke later she was not in her seat and when she still hadn't come back twenty minutes later I looked back along the aisle. Partly covered by a rug, three rows away, a woman was sitting astride a man's lap and quite obviously having intercourse with him. A lithe, elegant leg was stretched into the aisle and I could just make out a stocking top and see the occasional pinpoint of light reflecting from a steel garter-button as it moved rhythmically in the light from an overhead reading lamp. Five minutes later she was back in her seat. She was glowing and the smell of sex off her was overpowering, her own musky odour as well as the other powerful scent emanating from her plundered thighs and her panties which must have been sticky with semen. She looked at me and smiled, as though she was reading my mind. I know she must have noticed something when she was telling me about her beautiful young men. "He was only twenty five," she said. "If you see a young man in the morning who is trying to avoid my eye you will have identified my conqueror," She kept throwing me for loops, this woman. Then she said. "The Thai girls are the sweetest in the world." So she knew. I stared at her open-mouthed. Then this extraordinary woman surprised me even further than I could have ever expected. She got out of her seat, took me by the hand and led me down the long aisle past the sleeping passengers to the tiny loo at the rear of the plane. She told me to undress and turned to fill the tiny basin with hot water. Then she reached under her skirt and pulled down a minuscule pair of black satin panties and put them to soak in the basin. She undressed quickly, revealing a slim unlined body the colour of fine bone china. I hesitated, but it seemed unmannerly to see her almost nude before me while I was still clothed and I began to unbutton my dress. "I've had my meal and now I feel like dessert," she said with a smile. Her breasts were tiny in a wired lace bra and her stockings, which she left on, were clipped to narrow-strapped garters. She rinsed out her panties, wringing the water out of them, then used them to wipe between her legs. Then she sat on the closed toilet lid and invited me to straddle her lap. I rested my chin on her shoulder and felt my breath lifting the tiny greying tendrils of hair on the back of her neck. My breasts rested companionably on hers and she had one arm around my waist. With her free hand she ran her fingernail up and down my clitoris, judging the speed and the degree of moisture so cunningly that I found my lips begin to vibrate like a 'cello string and my arousal was almost instant. I leaned back in an agony of desire, my body arched backwards with the top of my head pressing low down against the partition of the tiny loo while she vibrated me to orgasm with just that simple movement of her finger and fingernail. I came with a thin wail that was drowned in the sound of the plane's engines. "I'm sorry I don't give head," she said when I slipped off her lap to my knees and gratefully buried my head between her thighs. I had never tasted male semen before and the idea excited me as I lapped the briny nectar from her cunt lips, in ecstasy at the idea that this woman had seduced both a male and a female in the space of less than an hour. I was terrified I would be unable to satisfy her again so soon after her other lover, yet was so aroused myself still that I felt that this was impossible to believe. She lifted her elegant legs over my shoulders and I could feel the sheen of the nylons over her calves rest against my bare back as I knelt in her service on the stained tiles. I felt her garter buttons pressing against my shoulders and even the raised seam on the heels of her stockings which I sensed against the skin of my back, my flesh aching with desire for her, as though the memory of them would remain there for ever.. Then my mistress rewarded me a hundred times over with series of sharp intakes of breath, followed by a low, keening moan that went on and on as she flexed her inner thighs against my ears and lovingly squeezed my head between her elegant legs. We dressed and returned to our seats. We shared a blanket and I slept with my head on her shoulder, she with her hand resting in my panties and gently masturbating me whenever she drifted up from sleep. End. Dessert The bathroom was already steamy and warm as she let the towel drop from her naked body. She stood momentarily in front of the mirror to admire herself. Her face was still very pretty with dark brown eyes and full red lips. She still possessed a woman's form with her full firm breasts even though she had bred three children. Her stomach while not exactly flat did not display the belly of many women her age. Her hips were still very well proportioned with her shoulders and waist. She was still proud of her rounded firm ass. She smiled approvingly at her image as she let a hand brush lightly across her pubic hairs. She was alone and intended to take a long luxurious shower, which she knew would end in her self-exploration and ultimately in her pleasure. She had become flushed and she admitted to herself begun to feel the first twinges of becoming horny leaving her in her current state. All this brought on by her recent encounter when she had noticed him across the room at the diner. Reflecting back to her encounter with him she remembered the stirring that he had caused. She had been sitting alone and when she noticed that he too was alone they began to flirt with each other from a distance. First just using eye contact and then shooting pursed lips and tongues at each other. Finally he had come over to introduce himself and they realized that they lived only two houses away. He was new to the neighborhood and neither one knew of their close proximity as neighbors. He had made quite an impression on her as he was well built and she had actually found him to be quite amusing as he related to her his on-going problems with Bob their common neighbor and his wild barking dog. She had looked into his eyes and he seemed to connect with her so much that she flushed when he reached over and held her forearm as he got up saying that he had to go. She had quickly invited him over to have dessert and coffee at her house (in the back of her mind thinking whatever else might arise) and he had thought about it for a moment but had said he was expecting a visit from his daughter so he had to decline but hoped they could make it some other time. As he turned to leave, she felt her heart quicken as she spied the back of him - god she thought he was good looking and what a beautiful ass. It was then in the diner that she realized she needed this shower to gain a release from her pent up frustrations. It had been a rough day and now as she put her hand in the shower to test the water. As she stood waiting for the shower to warm she fantasized about what could happen between them and she could feel the wetness begin to develop between her legs. As she stepped in she began to visualize him there with her. His naked form standing before her. She imagined herself running her hands across his hot sexy body and taking him in her hands. She could almost feel how she could make him hard within her grasp. Ohh what dessert would have been like if he had come. She smiled and her hand wandered down between her legs as the hot water sprayed over her breasts and ran across her legs. She sighed and her eyes closed as her wandering mind left the shower visualizing being in her bed with him. She did not hear the door open and jumped when she heard his voice call out to see if anyone was home. Startled out of her daydream she quickly wrapped herself in a towel and hurried to the door. He blushed when he saw her there and apologized for interrupting her. When he arrived home, he had gotten a message that his daughter couldn't make it so he had come over hoping that her dessert offer would still stand. She invited him in and as she did the towel slipped down exposing her breasts exposing a pair of erect nipples. He thought of dessert and realized that she was serving up a tastier dessert than he could ever imagine. As he moved towards her, she stood there inviting him with those beautiful brown eyes. He took her in his arms and kissed her more passionately than either of them expected. It seemed that their thoughts had been the same and this dessert was to be one not long forgotten. Forgetting all else except for the man in front of her, she began to fumble as she started to undress him. The towel slipped all the way off her as he stepped out of his jeans. Her hands went into his boxers to grasp what she already had fantasized feeling earlier in the shower. He smiled and moaned under her ministrations and soon he was fully hard. He took each breast in his hands and gently rolled his fingers around them tracing the outline of her hardened nipples. She moaned and led him to her bed where she lay on her back. He knelt at the foot of the bed as she opened her legs and he proceeded to kiss and nibble up her leg. As it passed over her thigh a tingle shot thru her body. He blew on her trimmed pubes and then with such ease parted her lips with his fingers as they swelled under his touch. The wetness flowed from her and he breathed in her womanly scent. His face went to her and she reached down to hold his head. His tongue pushed forward onto her and he thought to himself how delicious she tasted, better than any fancy French dessert he had ever consumed. He continued to lick along the insides of her engorged labia. Up over and back down across her swollen clit. She moaned and held his head close to her as he moved a hand down next to his tongue and pulled back the folds of her lips so he could more clearly trace her love button. As he encircled it, her body began to tense. She became rigid as he moved his hand and pushed two fingers inside her. She was warm, wet and slippery and he moved easily inside her to the rough spot on the front of her inside wall. As he rubbed this spot, his tongue continued to work on her clitoris. She began to moan and thrust her hips at his face holding him there with her hands. Her whole body unleashed an intense wave of pleasure within her. She temporarily lost consciousness as all she could experience were the waves of pleasures washing over her. Her vagina clenched on his fingers as the contractions came 7 - 8 - 9 . . . she was cumming over and over. As she regained her composure, and returned to the planet earth, she slid her hand down reaching across him to his hardness and played with him much as she delighted doing in her fantasy earlier in the shower. He rose up to lie on his back as she lowered her head over him. She licked her lips delighting in the dessert in front of her as she flicked her tongue across the top and thinking to herself, what a beautiful cock and how much she wanted it in her mouth sucking on it. She took just the tip and slid it slowly into her mouth and encircled it with slow sensitive sweeps across the slit at the top of the head. His cock began to respond by becoming harder and quivered with anticipation. She then slid his beautiful cock all the way in her mouth and began to suck and pulsate on it. She moaned with the cock filling her mouth. God she was soooo hot for him. She wanted more she wanted dessert. She sucked harder and harder and his cock responded by growing even larger and becoming harder. He felt that if he didn't soon cum that he would burst. She continued to slide up and down his shaft teasing the tip with every pass. As she sucked on his cock she gently massaged his balls. He tensed as he began to feel the release of his load. Sensing the impending explosion, she pressed hard on his perineum stopping the inevitable gusher and delaying his ejaculation. She so much wanted him to be inside her.... deep inside her warm wet pussy where they both could feel the depth of their desires. He lay on his back as she mounted him and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. His cock head slid passed her swollen slippery lips and then slowly up inside her as she lowered herself onto him, taking him up into her hungry pussy. He raised his knees and positioned his legs and began pushing up against her with his hips thrusting at her. She leaned forward onto her hands and began to rock on his hard cock. He thrust up at her and their groins ground against one another. Back and forth she rocked as he thrust against her. His hands reached up to her as the passion began to build to a crescendo. His fingers traced up and down her back and he grabbed her ass pulling her down further onto him. His cock was now buried deeply inside her hot pussy. They looked deeply into each other's eyes as she began to explode into wave after wave of unbelievable orgasms. The spasms gripped his hard cock as she fell further forward onto his chest. The pleasure continued to pulse inside her as she came over and over with each thrust he made deep inside her. Incredibly he grew even larger and harder. One final thrust in her and he could hold back no more. His hands clutched her ass as he held her in place and began to pump and cum deep inside her. The pleasure engulfed both of them as they locked in a tight embrace. He held her close against his body as she lay atop of him. Their mingled love juices oozing out of her and soaking the bed below. For a time they continued to lay basking in the glow of being one in pleasure. He whispered in her ear that he was full for now and had enjoyed her heavenly treat. She laughed and told him that maybe they could enjoy more dessert later. They both agreed that their time together was better than any dessert that they could have wanted. I hope you enjoyed this. Please vote and provide me with any good or bad comments you may have. Dessert Coming in the back door leading into the kitchen, my arms full from the various stops i made, i close the door behind me with my foot making sure not to slam it. i set the bags on the counter and take a deep breath, wondering why i didn't do that in two trips. i slip my shoes off at the door, then make my way up to the bedroom. Quickly, i start to shed my clothing, top and skirt are added to the dry cleaning pile, bra and panties making it to the laundry hamper. i twist my hair into a bun and fasten it there with two hair pins. Looking to the bathroom, i debate on a quick shower, checking the bedside clock and wondering if i have enough time. Pulling the pins back out, i make my way to the shower and start the water. i start collecting what i will need for my shower while the water warms up, shower gel, shampoo and conditioner, shaving cream and razor. After lining up my things, i turn the knob to get the spray instead of the tap. i step in under the hot water and take a few deep breaths, relaxing as the water slides over my skin. As i start to wash my hair, i go over in my mind what has to be done with all the bags downstairs. Rinsing and adding the conditioner, i pick up the scrubbie and wash my body from neck to toes. Letting the water rinse away the soap and conditioner, i pick up the shaving cream and start with my legs, shaving carefully to avoid any nicks. Once i am satisfied that i am smooth all over, i turn in the shower and wash away any soap or shaving cream left. Turning off the water, i step out and quickly wipe off, wrapping my hair in a towel for a few moments. i gather up my shower supplies and return them to where they belong. i pick up the lotion and start to squeeze some into my hand, stopping when i remember the special surprise. Shaking my head at myself, thinking...that would have ruined the whole thing. Unwinding my hair and combing it thru, i return it to the bun and place the pins back in to hold it there. Heading back to the kitchen wondering where to start, smiling to myself in anticipation of His surprise at my gift. i begin to unpack the bags, lining things up on the counter in the order that i plan to use them. i hadnt realized that the kitchen supply store could be so much fun, the sales assistant had been more than willing to help, maybe it was the blouse. Setting the mixer up on the counter, i pour in the heavy whipping cream and start the mixer. Leaving it to whip for awhile before adding anything else, i ready the little bit of sugar and vanilla to be added. i wash out the new pastry bag and the tip that will be on it, setting them aside for now. Checking the cream to see if its begun to aerate, seeing it has i slowly add the sugar, waiting until the sugar has been whipped in before drizzling in some vanilla. i watch the cream get to that wonderful consistency, thick and rich and so very sweet. Mmmmmmm... going to taste so good, i hope He lets me taste some. Covering the bowl of whipped cream, i place it in the refrigerator. i remove the beaters from the mixer and set them in the sink for now and then put the mixer back. Looking at whats left on the counter, i decide on the raspberries. Picking thru the berries to make sure they are all fresh and clean, satisfied that they are, i slide the blender forward on the counter. Dropping the berries in and adding a touch of sugar, i puree the berries. Watching as the deep red color appears and the berries disappear, thinking it looks a tad thick, i add a touch of orange juice. Giving the blender a final spin, i take out a small bowl, the strainer and a piece of cheesecloth. Placing the cheesecloth over the strainer and the strainer into the bowl, i pick up the blended raspberries and pour them thru the cheesecloth. Using a spatula to make sure all the juice has been captured, i set the strainer and cheesecloth in the sink. Smiling as i pick up the sauce bottle, i slowly pour the raspberry puree into the bottle not wanting to waste a drop. i screw on the cap and squirt a little on my finger, licking it off. Mmmmm.. perfect. i place it next to the whipped cream in the refrigerator. Next is the strawberries, nice, big, red, juicy strawberries. These will be easy, i snip the long stems off with my fingertips and rinse them in the sink. Leaving them to air dry on a few papertowels, i toss the stems and leaves away. Looking at what is left on the counter, i decide on the pineapple. i pull out the cutting board and set it on the counter. Eyeing His knives, knowing i am forbidden to use them, i step closer. i feel the shiver go up my spine, looking over my shoulder, checking to see if He is there. Shaking the feeling off, sliding my fingertip over the handle of the chef knife, i pull my hand away quickly. Scanning the room once more, not able to brush the feeling that He can see me, that He knows what i am doing, i open the drawer below His knives and pull out one of the ones He bought for me. Slicing the top and bottom of the pineapple, i carefully begin to peel the prickly skin off. i begin cutting sections around the core off, discarding the top, bottom, skin and core. i start to make small pieces of the fresh pineapple, watching some of the juice pool on the cutting board. i raise the board and slide the diced fruit and its juices into a small glass bowl. i rinse off the cutting board and wiping it dry, i set it back on the counter for the next fruit. Grinning as i pick up the nice ripe mango, looking at His knives but going directly to my own, i remove a paring knife. Carefully peeling the slippery fruit, picking the larger knife back up, i begin to make neat slivers of mango. i take down a plate and begin to arrange the mango slices in a circle. Smiling at the pretty arrangement, i cover the plate and slide it into the refrigerator as well. One last thing to prepare before the special surprise is ready, what is dessert without chocolate. Pulling out another cutting board and a clean knife, i begin chopping up the block of chocolate, placing the pieces in a stainless bowl. Putting a saucepan on the stove, i pour in the heavy cream and a little bit of butter, bringing the liquid just barely to a boil. i carefully pour the hot cream over the chocolate and let it rest for a moment. Finally, i whisk the decadent mixture until creamy and the perfect thickness to drizzle. i set up a double boiler to keep the ganache warm and easy to play with. Taking the whipped cream out of the refrigerator, i scoop the light fluffy cream into a star tipped pastry bag. The pastry bag is positioned standing up in a tall deep blue glass. Then i begin lining everything up after that, the raspberry puree bottle placed on a white plate and the bowl of diced pineapple. Lining a bowl with the fresh strawberries and setting them beside the pineapple and finally adding the mangos to the end of the line. Smiling at the pretty display of colors and foods, i look up and catch a glimpse of the time.. Oh my.. He'll be home soon. i quickly rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, washing out the cheesecloth and leaving it to dry. i check the temperature of the ganache, placing a spoon and a fork next to the bowl. i turn and look at the grey marble island, my fingers sliding over the cool surface. i shiver knowing this is the plate for His dessert, i will soon feel that cold marble beneath my body. i can feel myself begin to moisten, i know i wont last long. i cannot wait for Him to arrive. i pick up the last item from my shopping spree, a cluster of different colored roses. Starting at the front door, i begin to pluck the petals and leave a path heading toward the kitchen. Red to pink, pink to yellow, yellow to white, white to peach, peach to lavender...almost there.. leaving the single red rose at the threshold of the kitchen door. i hear His car, then His keys. i quickly lower to my knees, waiting patiently for Him. i can hear His voice, i feel the warmth spread throughout my body at just the sound of Him. Smiling softly, i wait. He picks up the rose at the threshold and steps close to me, sliding the petals across my breasts causing my nipples to harden in response. i can hear the smile in His voice as He speaks to me, "I see my girl has been busy today." Lifting my head to smile up at Him, "Yes Master, i hope it pleases You." "Oh, my dear, it does please me and I expect will continue to please me for several hours." As He looks over the prepared foods, He asks, "Where are your cuffs?" "i didn't bring them down Master, but if You wish it so i will retrieve them now." "Yes, I do want them and I want to put them on you." Quickly rising to my feet, hurrying out the door and into the bedroom, i pull the cuffs from the top drawer and bring them back to Him. Lowering to my knees before Him, i offer the cuffs and my wrists. He smiles, leans in and presses a kiss to each wrist before wrapping it in the cuff. He bends down and tenderly nibbles my ear, causing me to giggle which is quickly changed into a moan as His hand slides down my front. His fingers stopping to pinch my nipples softly, making them harder. His hand sliding lower and over my mound, i moan deeper as i feel a finger slide in between my lips and find the wetness there. "Mmmmm, my girl is wet already. What have you been thinking of?" "You, Master... You and Your touch." "Mmmmmmm." With that sound, His arms lift me from the floor and set me down on the cold marble island. "OHH, Godssss... that is cold Master." He chuckles as He spreads me out across the surface of the counter. "I am sure it is, my sweet, but it will be warm soon enough. Arms above your head." Raising my arms, i feel Him clip the cuffs together and to my surprise to the end of the island. "Master, when did You put that there?" A deeper laugh this time, "Does it really matter when?" "Uhh no Master." "I didn't think so." i hear His footsteps leave the tile floor of the kitchen and i begin to wonder where He has gone. Looking around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Him returning, i hear His voice. "Close your eyes." i close my eyes and wait. i feel the soft silk of the blindfold cover my eyes and the slightest tug as He ties it. "Tight enough? Can you see at all?" "Yes, tight enough....No, Master, i cannot see." i feel His lips on my forehead and i smile. He steps away and i can hear Him thinking of what to start with. "Hmmmmm... Open." i open my mouth and before i taste i can smell the chocolate. Biting down onto a strawberry, i feel the juices trickle over my cheek, i start to lick the chocolate off my lips and He stops me. Only a breath away, He whispers, "Mine, all Mine tonight." i gasp as i feel His tongue tracing the path of the juice, trailing over my lips and picking up the chocolate. Moaning softly as He tenderly kisses me, i am breathless by the time He breaks the kiss. i hear Him choosing whats next... i feel my navel being filled with something. i try to remember, putting the texture with the feel, inhaling the scent. He has filled my navel with pineapple, i laugh softly. i expect Him to lean in and taste it, but instead i feel the chilled slices of the mango framing my bikini line. The heat from my body will make the juices of the fruit run down over my pussy, making me sweet and wet...well, wetter. i feel a cold trail of liquid tracing the shape of my nipples, then down over my breast and almost to my navel. Knowing its the raspberry puree, feeling it drip down over my side, i moan deeper and start to squirm. "Ohh no... no moving." i groan, "Yes, Master." The next sensation is different, cool but not liquid.. the whipped cream. He follows the same path as the puree except the whipped cream makes it to below the mango slices, over the folds of my pussy. "Mmmmm, my girl is very wet, glistening in fact." Finally something warm, drizzled over me, in more than one place, He must be using both the fork and spoon with the ganache. It covers my breasts, my nipples, over my belly and down my mound... moaning deeper, soft begging sounds. i wait for a touch and it feels like forever before His mouth lowers and takes all of my nipple into His mouth. Crying out as He sucks, licks and savors my breast, practically screaming as He circles the island and does the same to the other. His tongue is sliding over my torso, first long licks that have me shivering, then shorter ones that have me holding my breath in anticipation for more. His hands have begun to knead my breasts, gently pinching and tugging on my nipples. i am doing everything in my power not to squirm. He reaches the pineapple pieces resting in my navel, He sucks out the juice that has collected then i feel His tongue searching out the pieces. Sucking, licking, lapping.. nibbling at my flesh. "Ohhh Godss Master." "Yes, my sweet dessert?" "Please don't stop Master, please." As i speak the last please, His tongue slides up my pussy, picking up fruit juices, cream, chocolate and my juices. "AAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhh" He works slowly, licking from bottom to top and finishing off a mango slice with each long journey of His tongue. i am barely able to hold still, His mouth and tongue bringing intense pleasures. He finishes the fruit, but continues the sweet torture on my pussy. "Ohhh Master, please, " gasping for breath, trying to speak, "please Master, may i cum for You?" After one very long delicious lick, He lifts His head and says softly, "yes, you may." Immediately after He is finished speaking, He pushes His tongue inside me. i cry out loud, beyond words and begin to shudder hard, feeling the orgasm all the way from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes. Crash after crash, wave after wave, sensing the bliss coming closer and closer... cries to moans, moans to mews...mews to purrs... purrs to silence. i dont notice He has pulled away until i feel His lips pressed to mine as He slowly pulls the blindfold off. i smile up at Him and blink Him back into focus. "Ummm, WOW. Master." He chuckles, "Yes, sweet, Wow. I am going to unclip your arms so you can move them but stay here on the counter, I'm not quite done." That wonderful full laugh fills the room as my eyes widen at the comment, i swallow hard. "I just want to share some with you." He picks up a large strawberry and when i expect it to be dipped into chocolate as the one before, i find i am mistaken as i feel the cold berry slide between my lips picking up my own juices. He tops it with some whipped cream and a drizzle of chocolate before taking a bite. Smiling wide, He lifts the berry to my mouth and shares the remaining piece with me, finishing with a kiss. "Incredible... best dessert ever." Dessert I could tell by Kyle's smirk that he had caught me checking out our waiter. I had been staring at him all evening, from the moment his smooth, toned arm had reached across my shoulder to set a glass of water in front of me. "I think our waiter is kind of, you know, the same as you," Kyle said, his lips pulling back to form the dimples in his cheeks. "I think Kyle's calling you a fag, Sean," Anthony said from the other side of the table. "Either way, he's cute," I answered. I watched the waiter as he punched the cash register. His black polo shirt hugged his molded torso, tapering from his shoulders to his waist. His black jeans were taut across his ass, and the thread seemed to be stretching thin by his crotch. I liked seeing the play of his arm muscles as he tried to cash out one of his tables. One vein snaked its way down his bicep, and another reached from his elbow to his wrist, where it shattered into smaller pathways. For just a second, he looked up, and I caught his bright blue eyes that shined below his short, curly brown crew cut. He seemed about my age and his face looked like it hadn't seen a day of work in its life—his smooth, soft-looking skin flowed from his forehead down to his bare and flawless cheeks before finally meeting at his chin. Of course, my housemates had caught me looking again. "Why don't you try talking to him or something?" Kyle asked as he poked at what was left of his food. "Yeah, come on, Sean. Fuck him in the ass," Anthony said. "I can't do that," I said to my plate. "I don't even know if he's gay and if he is, I'm sure he already has a boyfriend or something." I was actually a little scared. At 21 years old, I was only a few months into accepting my homosexuality and I hadn't even experienced another guy yet. I had fooled around with women when I considered myself straight, but that hadn't exactly gone too well. "He's got to be gay," Anthony said. "Just look at that bracelet he's wearing." I kind of liked the bracelet, a simple silver chain fastened tight around his smooth wrist. "How about I just leave him a note on the check?" Kyle said. "Something like, 'Thanks for the great service, cutie'?" I laughed. "Yeah," I said. "Go for it." We paid our check, Kyle scribbled the note and we trekked through the parking lot to the car. I was already beginning to feel the pangs of regret that I hadn't said anything to the waiter, and I felt even worse that I didn't even have a name to give him in the fantasy that would surely flood my mind later that night when I kicked the covers off my bed and unbuttoned the fly on my boxers. My pants started vibrating then. Someone was calling my cell phone. "Hello?" I said. "Oh, uh, hi. This is Chris." "Chris? Chris who?" I didn't know anyone named Chris. I tried to look at my housemates to see if they knew, but they had gotten ahead of me. "This is Chris, your waiter. From the restaurant. Is this Sean?" That bastard Kyle. He had probably written a raunchy note on that check and signed it with my phone number. I hated him so much that I could have kissed him, if he didn't have an extremely hot girlfriend. "Oh, right," I said. "Yeah, this is Sean." "Listen, I get off work in about an hour. How about we meet at the bar around the corner at 9 or so?" He didn't have to ask me twice. "Sure, I'll be there," I said. I decided not to wait until 9. My cock had grown about two feet during our short phone call, and I was anxious to get some experience playing the field, so to speak. It still didn't feel right to go to gay clubs, so I spent most of time just wishing. Kyle was the one who always told me that if I never tell anyone what I want, I will be lonely for the rest of my life. I stood outside the restaurant at about 8 o'clock. Every time the door opened and someone clad in the black uniform of the place's waiters stepped out, my chest heaved and my cock jumped. Then I saw Chris walk out, still with his tight shirt tucked in above his hip-hugging belt. He slung his jacket over his shoulder and he reached into his pocket to grope for his keys. I caught up with him from behind and followed him for a moment. "Hey cutie," I said. He spun around, his eyes hardened with fright before relaxing to their normal sparkle. "I thought we were going to meet later," he said. "Now seems better," I answered. I followed him to his car, a white sedan resting alone in the shadows of a parking garage. I sat in the passenger seat, but Chris didn't start the car. He looked me over, from my slightly less-sculpted physique to my clean-shaven face and messy hair. "Is this your first time?" he asked. I nodded and he smiled back. He leaned forward, planting his lips on mine. His tongue pried my teeth open and stayed that way for a while. His soft hands reached out and squeezed my shoulders, then moved down to my upper arms before caressing my chest. I mirrored him, allowing my fingers to trace the lines of his chest muscles. I brushed against his nipples some, just lightly. I heard the jingle of my belt buckle being undone and I felt his thin, smooth fingers unbutton the fly of my jeans. My hands followed suit, pulling down on his zipped and reaching in to grasp my first cock. His half-hard dick was warm in my hand, and I followed its length down to where his balls hung. I cupped them in my palm and let my fingertips stroke the velvety skin. Chris was keeping up at the same pace. He wrapped his fingers around my cut cock's shaft and pulled, making it twitch every time the head came in contact with his skin. I had jacked myself off many times, but this felt far different. Chris' hand hadn't been trained the way mine had, and the new sensations it stirred made me rock hard in a matter of seconds. We broke our kiss and panted for a moment. "Let's try something a little more interesting," Chris said. He pried open my fly so he would have easier access to my cock and balls. His head dipped down and I felt his tongue's warm wetness smear across the head. His hand reached up and seized my balls, cupping them tightly as his mouth further engulfed my dick. I began to breathe harder as he sucked around the head. His tongue swirled around, coating my dick with his saliva and making me writhe in my seat. I let my hand reach out and play with hair, the silky strands soaking the space between my fingers. Finally, he took my cock all the way to the base, and I felt his nose push into my public hair. His head bobbed up and down while his hand kept squeezing my balls. I moaned and wondered if I should warn him that I was about to cum, my dick pulsing as fast as his head bobbed. Almost in answer, he stopped and sat up, the saliva on my dick feeling cold without the heat of his mouth. "Not yet," Chris said. He got out of the front seat and sat in the back. I followed and watched as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the smooth, tight muscles smashed together on his stomach and chest. I finally got a good look at his cock when he removed his jeans and boxers. It was probably about seven inches, but it seemed bigger at the time. A short-cropped patch of light brown pubic hair dripped down from his belly button to settle above his cock's base. When we were both naked, I decided to take a little of the control. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, sucking in his sweet pre-cum. This was the first I had ever been this close to another man's dick, and I didn't want to spend anymore time wondering what cocksucking was like. I inhaled his dick's head and eased the shaft into my throat. I gagged a little, but Chris' hand slowly guided me and he whispered for me to take it slow. I ran my tongue around the head and shaft the way he had on mine and I heard him moan. Finally, I gripped his ass pulled him deeper into my mouth. "Stop, I don't want to cum yet," he pleaded. I pulled off his cock and gave his balls a few licks before asking him what was next. "I want to fuck you," he told me. "I want to fuck you so hard that the car flips over. I want to fuck you so hard that we tear up the car seat. I want to fuck you so hard that you spray your cum all over everything." His voice almost made me cum on its own, but I held on. He pushed me down so I was on my back and spread my legs. He reached under the driver's seat and extracted a tube of jelly. Chris smeared the lube on my ass and then wiped down his cock so it glistened in the sliver of light streaming from the garage's lamp. He eased the head in first, and once I relaxed, I was able to take it. His cock glided in and out of my asshole and I held onto the seat to keep from slamming into the door. The whole car was shaking and Chris began to pant heavily. Beads of sweat began forming on his temples and his mouth opened and closed as he moaned with each thrust. His cock felt like it was tearing my asshole at its seams, but each time he rammed it home, I felt my own dick pulse and my cum boil. My head hit against the door, but I didn't care. I groaned as Christ pumped faster and faster. He began to grunt, then let out a short shriek as his cum broke loose, burning the inside of ass. He pumped a few more times, and I felt his jizz trickle down my ass to rest on his car seat. Chris leaned forward and rested his head on my shoulder, his sweat cooling my skin. As his cock began to soften, he sat up. "Now it's time for you to cum," he said. He pulled out of my ass and bent down, again taking my throbbing cock into his mouth. He sucked hard on the tip for only seconds before my balls emptied into his mouth. I called out as I shot my jizz deep down his throat, and I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the entire load. Chris let my dick flop out of his mouth as he leaned closer and gave me a little taste of myself. We kissed for a little longer before dressing and getting out of the car. "I'd like to meet with you again, Chris," I said. He just smiled. "You know where to find me," he said. He started the car and drove down the ramp to the street, and I walked back to my own car wondering what time the restaurant opened tomorrow. Dessert We'd been seeing each other for about six weeks, and I thought I knew her pretty well. So when Angela called and asked for my help in putting on a party for her girlfriends I accepted immediately. Her huge smile lit up the whole room when I came over and we spent the next several hours setting the schedule of all that needed to occur. I was looking forward to it, not that I expected to attend, I just like to help her. Of course I volunteered for all the tasks I love to do, mainly the cooking, and menu, tasks. I didn't realize that this was a huge and emotional event for Angela. As we set the menu, I found out that she expected only about twenty close friends to attend, not very large. The importance came from this being an event these particular friends hold every other year. No matter what is going on in their lives, these women clear their schedules and come together. The fact that these extremely affluent women all get together accentuated the importance of this event to each of them, so I wanted to make it very special for Angela. The menu was very interesting to me, many finger sized baked sweets, and even the savory parts of the menu had to be finger foods or bite-sized. Angela was pretty antsy as we went through everything, making sure that it was exactly as she desired. I assured her that everything would be perfect. With a wicked smile, she told me it had better be or I'd pay. I was enticed by the interesting look in her eyes as she said this. My reassuring hug reinforced my promise. You might wonder who I am to offer such promises. I am Andre, a pretty normal guy who has had some extraordinary opportunities. My current line of work is in the digital art field, which is how I met Angela. We met when I was doing some ad work for her and she was amazed at my 3D constructs and the way my firm was able to provide her with an exceptional ad campaign. Though for this particular assignment my digital art work is unimportant. My culinary artwork was. I've had the cool opportunity to pursue a hobby of mine, mainly being a chef. I was cooking for some friends a few years ago, and one jokingly told me I should complete chef school because my food was better than most of the restaurants in town. So, on a lark I enrolled and next thing I knew I was flying through the courses toward being a chef. Then I found out the school chooses one student a year to study in France! Next thing I knew I was winging to France for a six month course in desserts and confections. It was amazing. I was able to pick up just about all the "cordon bleu" instruction without the intensity of actually being in the actual program. Thus, I find myself helping Angela, doing something I love to do. Our hug turned playful as I tickled her asking what she could possibly do to "make me pay." She stopped dead in her tracks with a very interesting look in her eyes. I, of course, stopped, wondering if I just said something terribly wrong. "Is that a challenge Andre?" Angela asked very intensely. Knowing my own abilities thinking about the menu and decorations she wanted replied almost glibly, "Of course it is. First of all, everything will be exactly as you want it to be, if it isn't, which I can't imagine happening, I'll be willing to pay." She continued, "Hmmmm, okay, I'll take deal. Though, you'd better remember how much of a task master I am with the hired help!" I snuggled in close to her and in a very soft voice, punctuated with a lick to her ear and a nibble to her earlobe "I'm the hired help now eh, what an interesting turn of events. For this event, I'll let myself be hired out, just realize that I come with a very hefty price tag!" I found her body pressed tightly against mine and her arms wrapped around me. "Are you really that expensive? Even for me?" Angela purred right back. Her hands started caressing me, and I was becoming quite aroused. Thoughts of monetary costs were quickly flying out of my head as she slid against me, obviously arousing herself as much as she did me. I felt her nipples harden against my chest and her breathing became huskier as she started enjoying the tease as much as I did. I pressed my leg between hers so that my muscular thigh provided wonderful pressure to her quickly heating pussy and she responded by pressing against it harder. I loved the quiver that went through her as she crushed her clit against my leg. I continued the tease to her as I nibbled her neck then whispered "I hope you have enough assets to cover my costs!" She pushed me over to the stationary island while we were kissing, then up onto the countertop "I think I can afford you." I thrust my tongue into her mouth and was immediately met by hers. Our passion was in full flare as we each caressed, pinched, and tickled the other to heighten each other's sexual pleasure. She wanted to be the lead this time so I found myself pushed upon the counter as she feasted on me. Her tongue, lips and teeth were everywhere gloriously torturing me. I wanted to see and taste her body, which I knew was as hot as mine, but she kept me pinned to the island as she just went around teasing me. Finally, she engulfed my throbbing cock with her mouth and I was just barely able to control myself. For some reason, Angela was much more intense today, and it was driving me wild. I tried to push up and reverse our positions before she drove me over the edge, and I wasn't able to get free. She then raked her teeth over my very sensitive hardness again threatening me to stay. I was quickly getting to the point where I didn't want to move. My entire body was tingling and then I felt my balls tighten up against my body in preparation for my cresting orgasm. My next semi-conscious thought was when I grabbed Angela's head and exploded in her mouth. Her swallowing made me squirm even more. Then I pulled her to me and licked and kissed the little dribbles from her mouth. "That was just a little down payment for your best performance." She quipped. "Oh my, well, you will have exceptional service from me, my lady." I said gaily, making a very silly bow since my pants were now down around my ankles and I was laughing as I stood back up. I quickly pulled her to me saying "should I show you how I can exceptionally service you?" Angela wriggled free and with a forced stern expression said "You! Get your pants up and get to work!" "As you wish" I said with a flourish and another bow. Angela pulled me back to the table we had been working at and continued to finalize the party plans. I was very surprised that Angela didn't pursue her own satisfaction since she has been nearly as insatiable as I. I figured that showed how important the party is to her and I silently vowed to do anything within my power to make it perfect for her. --------------- The week flew by as I worked my normal long hours and in my off time was purchasing all the ingredients I needed for her treats. We edited the menu in small ways as the week went by because of her changing desires. We both enjoyed each other's playfulness because it relieved the stress of the impending party. Angela had hired a small army to clean and set everything up during the week. Suddenly it was the day before her party. I had taken the day off from my ad business to devote all my time to preparations. I expected Angela over at any time to go through the final checks and taste tests. I still jumped about a mile when she walked in because I was so focused on my work. After I recovered my composure and she picked herself up off the floor from laughing so hard at surprising me, I sat her down and started feeding her little tastes of my creations. I slid tastes of the three cheesecakes I'd made and greatly enjoyed her licking my fingers clean between each bite. I fed her mini crepes, bits of cake, and many other confections. Her eyes showed how much she enjoyed me feeding her and before long I had just about completed the entire array of food I had prepared. I had been kneeling between her legs taking the food from the table and placing it into her awaiting mouth, and then I decided I wanted a bit of dessert as well. I slid one hand up under her business skirt and as the next bite went into her mouth my finger caressed her moist other lips simultaneously. She melted in the chair as my finger delved deeper into her, questing for and finding all of her sensitive erogenous zones. I was hungry now, and decided that I would feast upon Angela. Her legs opened for me as I pressed my head between them. I took a second to enjoy the view of her engorged pussy with cum dripping from it. Then I pushed her sexy thong aside and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her squeal of pleasure and the pressure of her hands upon the back of my head spurred me on. I greatly enjoy the taste of her and happily licked her entire pussy, drinking in her cum, and nibbling on her lips and clit. She was very loud in her appreciation and I could tell she was just on the verge of a great orgasm. I continued to eat her, driving her higher, and just as she was about to cum, I pressed two fingers deeply inside of her. That was all it took, she screamed out and came right off the chair as her orgasm flew through her body. My mouth was unable to keep up with her thrashing body, so just my fingers kept her writhing in orgasmic bliss. Eventually, she pushed my fingers out of her and began to recover from my surprise treat. I watched the lust in Angela's eyes as I sucked her cum from my drenched fingers. Then, just for fun, I switched the subject back to her party. "Was everything just right Angela?" "mmmmm, just perfect, thank you, and the party treats were good too" she purred. Her phone rang and she was all business again. It was one of her friends telling her of a flight change, so she was coming in tonight and wanted to get together. Angela jumped up, and pecked me good bye as she flew out to meet her friend at the airport. I was momentarily miffed, and then just reminded myself that this weekend was all about Angela and her party. I finished cleaning up for the evening and kicked back, tomorrow was going to be a very busy day. ---------------- Angela woke me up by bustling into my bedroom at 630 am. "Get up lazy bones, we have work to do!!" she said pulling the covers off my warm body. I tried to get the covers back and roll over. I had set my alarm and had my day all planned out. She was relentless in her intent to get me out of bed. With a growl, I got up. She threw a list of things she needed me to do at me and started immediately going over them. I let her go through her list, trying to keep up, mumbled a couple questions, of which I'm not sure she ever answered. Suddenly she was gone, and I had virtually no idea what she expected of me. Oh well, I figured she'd check in or call in a couple hours and I'd get whatever extra guidance I needed. Since I was up, I got dressed and got to work. I was quickly in the groove, moving around my professional kitchen, getting all the foods ready for tonight's party. The event was being held in my house, as it was a neutral place and quite simply the easiest since I had all the food. Angela bustled in a few hours later and dropped off a couple boxes of decorations and other items. I never came out of the kitchen as she moved around the dining room and huge den directing the decorators who were setting up. Before I knew it, it was party time, and I had everything ready. I grabbed Angela "The food to be carried about by the server is over here," I said pointing to the kitchen table laded down with platters of savory finger foods. "The sweets, coffee and other drinks will be in the dining room. Does that still work for your planning out there?" She absently answered in the affirmative. So I got busy putting the finishing touches. With twenty minutes to go, everything was set up perfect. We were upstairs each getting ready for the evening. Angela was putting the finishing touches on her outfit, a very revealing dress and stiletto heels. She is a very beautiful woman, however, today, she was model stunning. I walked in to tell her I was all done, and get ready to vacate the house for her and stopped. I must have looked like I'd been hit with a board. I've seen Angela "dolled" up before, and never like this! I shook myself to clear my head from my thoughts of grabbing her and fucking her senseless. "I'm all done and ready to go." She smiled saying "Thank you so much Andre. You've made everything so wonderful. I can't wait to thank you properly later." She punctuated her words with a wonderful kiss. I quickly changed and was going downstairs when Angela yelled. "When is the waiter supposed to be here, I expect the guests to be here any minute?" I just looked confused. "I have no idea. Was I supposed to set that up? It wasn't on my list, I assumed it was on yours." "What??" Angela went from ready to party to ready to kill in a flash of her eyes. "Fine, then you are going to be our server!" And she took my arm in an iron grip and dragged me into the dining room. I noticed the table was clear of food and decorations just as she pressed me back onto it. Before I could react I had one arm locked to a cable attached to one of the table legs. Now her smile came back. As she fastened my other limbs to the table she said "Actually the wait staff was on my list, you were right, you just didn't know I had decided on you serving us all tonight." She was giggling as she took a pair of scissors and cut my clothes off of my body and pulled the material out from under me. I was absolutely in shock. I suppose I could have broken away from her or stopped her from pushing me back on the table. She looked so angry and I didn't have any idea of what she planned. I was quickly becoming angry as she cut my clothing from me and couldn't do anything about it as I was completely fastened to the table. I tried to rock the table over and only succeeded in getting pinched as Angela told me "oh stop being a child. Just be still and you might find that you'll enjoy yourself." She slid her long fingernail down my inner thigh as she said "I know we will enjoy." Over the next few minutes I realized the totality of Angela's grand plan. I was now the serving tray. She arrayed sweets on my chest and belly, savory on my lower belly and legs. Here and there she put little dabs of condiments or chocolate or whipped cream. I couldn't move my head or any other part of my body for fear of dumping my wonderful food all over the floor. So, I lay as still as I could. As her hands slid over my body setting up, I found I was getting aroused. Her merry eyes noticed my growing excitement and altered how she was setting up to account for my bodily change. "I thought you might enjoy this." She gently kissed my lips as she put a small silk pillow under my head to stave off a headache from resting on the hard tabletop. Just as she was putting on the finishing touches to my array of food, the door bell rang. It was time for the party. Over the next fifteen minutes there was a steady flow of women into the house. The noise would peak as new comers were happily greeted then settle down a bit as the conversations resumed. Then it all became quiet and a single voice was talking. Her voice was pitched quietly enough that I was unable to hear anything said. So I just laid there thinking about my very odd situation. I've always considered myself someone ready to explore just about anything. I'd even fantasized about bondage a bit. Though, nothing could have prepared me for this reality. It seems weird thinking back on it, yet at this quiet time, between being "set up" by Angela, and the feast time, I was actually relaxed. The food felt pretty odd and I was afraid that my body heat would melt or otherwise ruin some of the things if they didn't eat soon. Then I heard a roar of approval and what seemed to be some sort of meeting broke up. I was no longer relaxed as first woman entered the dining room. "OH MY GOD! Girls check this out! I think Angela is about to set a new level for ingenuity and fun." I had no idea who this lady was and her loud voice was like ice to me. I was immediately petrified of my very vulnerable position and the incredible strangeness. Within seconds, I was surrounded by the most beautiful women I've ever seen and was absolutely in no way aroused. I was in shock. Angela saw my very pale pallor and leaned over me. "Darling, just relax, the fun is just beginning I promise." And with her wonderful kiss I started to believe her. When I opened my eyes I noticed a few of the ladies watching me in a very interesting manner. Yes, perhaps the fun was just beginning. Then they all started eating! It was so bizarre to have these women taking the treats I made and dragging them through the condiments dappling my skin. The feeling of their fingers sliding over my skin as three or four of them reached in and took food at a time. And then they'd slide it through the condiments, making little circles or whatever. Then I noticed that more than a few were looking at my eyes to see my reaction, and that they were doing things with the intent of teasing. The constant flow of women past me was dizzying. I closed my eyes just concentrating on the feeling of their hands on me, trying to not have the tickling feeling make the food fall off. Then I felt someone rake something through the whipped cream in which Angela had buried my cock. My eyes flew open and met the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. I could see the playfulness in them. "Ah, so you are alive under all of this food. We were beginning to wonder," she said with a laugh. "Let's see how he likes this, ladies." She covered my lips with hers, in an incredibly soft kiss. I was lost in the moment as her tongue slid along my lips and then danced with my tongue. I felt my cock rising from the cream, and was startled by the applause. I had forgotten for that second that I was surrounded by beautiful women. The green eyed beauty moved away telling her friends how she enjoyed pumping me up for everyone's enjoyment. I enjoyed it as well. Then there was Angela, "Did you enjoy that?" Now how can I possibly answer this question? Here I am tied to the table, her serving slave evidently, being kissed by one of her closest friends in front of the rest of them. I looked right into her eyes and told her the truth, "yes, very much." That seemed to be the right answer as Angela leaned over and kissed me "Good, I want everyone to have fun, including you my sexy Andre." As the amount of food on me diminished, Angela replenished it until finally they had consumed just about all that I had made. I received many compliments on my creations and was quite proud of myself. After all, these are very affluent women, who are used to eating in the best restaurants or hiring the best caterers. I had more than a few ask me if I was available to cook for them. With a huge smile, I said I may be, however I will be explicit in delineating the serving arrangements. Most of the women agreed that this serving theme wouldn't work for their party anyways, so not to fear. However, I had one slide her finger along my neck and jaw asking in a very husky voice "are you sure I can't arrange for your serving expertise as well?" I was intrigued by the sparkle in her eyes and found myself growing again. The movement in the bit of remaining whipped cream caught her eye, she slid her very wet tongue along her ruby red lips. "Hmmm...perhaps I should ensure that I am pleased with ALL of your talents before hiring you." With that comment she slid her finger along my growing hardness, piling up whipped cream on her fingers, and then slowly sucked the cream off of them. This ensured that I was quickly and totally hard. I also heard interesting noises coming from the other rooms. At first I wasn't sure what I was hearing...then I was. The beauty in front of me saw my eyes open as I recognized the sounds. She laughed then said "yes, and I won the drawing, I get to clean off the server." With that she, started sucking the whipped cream off of my throbbing cock. She was incredibly talented and complete in her attention. She drove me crazy cleaning me off, and at the same time kept me from coming. It was incredible. I kept trying to touch her, however my bonds made it impossible. I think she wanted to feel my hands upon her because she moved so her leg as against my hand, allowing me caress or scratch her in reaction to her ministrations. Dessert When I was fully clean, she had sucked the cream from my cock, balls, inner thighs and pubis, she said "mmm...now I think I need some cleaning." And after showing me a finger glistening with her cum, said "why yes I do, and you are just the one to clean me up." With no so much as asking me my thoughts she mounted the table, put her legs as best she could to straddle me and pressed her very wet pussy down onto my face. It was unbelievable as I pressed my tongue against her, drinking her, sucking her lips and whenever she moved slid back, sucking her clit into my mouth. I've never eaten anyone where I was immobile. It was both wonderful, because she obviously enjoyed it, and frustrating because, well because I was immobile. I had sucked her clit into her mouth and she was obviously building toward a great orgasm, when her body bucked breaking my contact. As she slid herself back down and I sucked her clit back into my mouth I heard Angela say, "Here darling Debbie, let me help you with that." The words were odd, until I felt a hand press past my chin and into the woman's drenched depths. That was it. She exploded all over me, her cum actually sprayed out, and of course she reared up popping her clit out of my mouth and giving me an incredible shower. Angela's fingers rode with her elongating Debbie's orgasm, until she collapsed, sitting on my chest. All I could think of was...Holy Shit...what am I into her...and how have I made it to heaven. Angela leaned over me and I noticed that she was no longer clothed, and her nipples had that just sucked look. She followed my eyes as I took in her body, and smiled as she kissed me. She said very quietly in my ear "so, are you having fun?" She didn't bother to wait for a response because my throbbing erection was there for her to see, and she thrust her tongue onto my tongue tasting one of her best friends upon my lips. Everything was unreal. I felt Debbie move off my body and the table as Angela was kissing me. Then I started to feel other lips over my body. I opened my eyes, yet all I could see was a luscious tent of Angela's hair and her eyes. She knew what was up, I could see the lust and playfulness in her eyes. I can't describe the feelings I had at that moment. My girlfriend was kissing my lips with the most erotic kiss we've ever had and at the same time I felt at least four, perhaps five others nibbling, kissing and sucking various parts of my body, from my feet/toes to my nipples. If I could have moved I would have jumped from near overload. However, that was not an option so I just moaned into Angela's mouth and felt my muscles individually jump and squirm with in the confines of my bonds. Then they started sliding their hands all over me as well. It was unbelievable. And the most unreal part of all was that I still hadn't come. Then just as suddenly, the all moved away, including Angela. I looked up and around and saw that I was surrounded by all of the women, all nude. Some of them were hand-in-hand with others, some were petting or stroking either the women besides them or themselves. But all eyes were riveted upon someone just out of my sight at my head. Then I saw her. She was no more beautiful than all the other women arrayed around me, however, she exuded power. She was definitely the woman in charge and I guessed she was the one speaking earlier. She smiled down at me as she walked along the table, her high high heels carefully placed so she didn't perforate my body until she was standing over my hips. With great grace she squatted down until she was poised over my throbbing cock. I couldn't believe it. I was about to be taken by this stranger in front of my girlfriend and 23 of her most important friends. The next thing I knew, I felt my cock be engulfed by her very hot pussy. Then the other women again closed in around us. Some where caressing, or sucking the woman rocking on me, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm, and some where caressing me, driving me to a sexual high that I had no idea was even possible. I felt her pussy contracting on me as her orgasm started shaking her body. I was just about done and I felt someone cup by balls at the same time as lips engulfed both of my nipples. With that I arched up and absolutely exploded inside this woman, a guttural yowl accentuating my climax. She screamed at the same time as her climax explode simultaneously. Her body seemed possessed, as I'm sure mine looked, as she quivered and jumped, twisted and turned, with all of the sexual input she was getting. Then she was off of me. I saw her collapsing and the woman caught her and carried her out of the room. I heard her moaning and cumming a few more times, so I supposed her friends were "cleaning her up or out" after our experience. That seemed to be the expected highlight of the night. I heard many others screaming their orgasms. And I had a steady stream of beauties keeping me hard and riding me to their pleasurable fulfillment. I'm pretty sure I came three more times which is a huge record for me. I've had two, but four in one night, over a couple of hours, I though was physically impossible. I guess with the right stimulation anything is possible. At some time during the continuous sexual gratification my bonds had been removed, however I didn't have the energy or desire to move. I did start using my hands to help provide more thorough pleasing, which I'm pretty sure was appreciated, since one or two came back for "extra helpings." Angela moved around the crowd ensuring everyone was getting what they wanted, until I saw two of her friends drag her to a chair and wouldn't let her up until she'd had multiple orgasms. There were toys and implements in use some of which I'd never heard of or seen before. Now I don't consider myself some backwater naive boy, yet if I hadn't seen some of these in use, and had just seen them laying on a table or whatever, I'd never known how to use them. I lost track of time. And eventually I saw the sun rising over the trees. I realized that I had moved off of the table to my bedroom, though I don't remember doing it, and had three women draped around me, none of which was Angela. The sun seemed to be some sort of catalyst and suddenly I was surrounded by frenetic activity. The women were all getting up, washing themselves off, as I heard both showers running. I hoped that there weren't any water lovers, and was surprised that within about a half hour my house was empty. I was unable to move I was so tired. So I just rolled over and fell back asleep. I woke up hours later to find Angela sleeping peacefully next to me. I thought for a minute as sunlight streamed into my room. Was that for real? Was I really part of that orgasmic orgy? I had almost convinced myself it was all a fantastic dream, when I felt and saw the burns around my wrists from my long and pleasurable incarceration. With a huge smile, and a gentle kiss to Angela's exposed cheek, I lay back down to get some more rest. Dessert I dry my hands with a towel. I have finished doing the dinner dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. "Do you want anything before I sit down?" I ask. "No, thank you," she replies. I walk over to the sofa. She is ready for her post-dinner TV watching; she is in shorts and a tank top with her hair in a ponytail. She curls up next to me as I sit down. "Thanks for doing the dishes." "You know the rules, whoever cooks doesn't have to clean up." I reply. "Yep." She concurs. "Rules are good." I grab the remote from her and turn off the TV. "I was watching that!" "Get on your knees." "What?" "On your knees." "Why?" She whines. I grab her by the hair. "Listen brat, on your knees." I force her to kneel at my feet. "I want you to suck my cock." She rolls her eyes at me. Her last little show of brattiness before I shove my cock in her mouth. I grab her by the jaw and twist her head as I choose. "You know the rules." Getting head is the single best stripped-down-I-want-to-come sexual act for me. I enjoy it immensely. I still remember the first time I saw my cock disappear in a girl's mouth. Heaven! I am not sure exactly why I enjoy it so much. Not that it matters. Is it her submission? Watching my cock violate her mouth while I look into her eyes? Or is it I don't have to do anything? I am guessing it is all of the above. And the rule? With the exception of her not feeling well or if the company we are with would make it inappropriate at that time, I get head on demand, whenever wherever. I don't know how many blowjobs I have received in the parking lot before a baseball game. I unbuckle my belt and unbutton the top button of my Levis. "You finish the rest." She reaches up and unbuttons the rest of my fly. She grasps my cock and frees it from my Levis. "No underwear. Were you expecting me?" "Put it in your mouth and look up at me while you're doing it." She looks up at me as she sticks out her tongue and licks the tip of my cock. Slowly she circles the head and my cock grows hard. With the coolness of her hands, contrasting with the warmth of her tongue, my cock convulses prior to despoiling her mouth. "Slowly take it into your mouth and remember to look at me. I want to watch you." She slips her lips over the head and uses her tongue on the underside of my cock. She starts to take more of me in her warm mouth. "Slow! And I mean slow." I feel her tongue flicking about the head and the glands as she holds me firmly. "Take it all. I want to feel your tongue on my balls and the head in your throat." She slowly slides her mouth down my cock. I feel her struggle, as it strikes the back of her mouth. She gags and pulls back. "I can't. My mouth is too small. I'm sorry." I take my cock in hand. "Untie my boots and remove them." She complies. "Now my socks, and pull my Levis off." She removes my socks and Levis. I take her by the hair and glide my cock into her mouth. "Lots of spit." I feel my cock gliding pass her lips. I take it from her mouth and push her face into my crotch. "Lick and suck on my sack." She begins licking my balls. "Be careful." As she licks and sucks, I stroke my cock slowly. I part my legs and she cups my balls with her hand. Pulling up on them, she alternates between licking my perineum and sucking on my balls. "Look up at me. I don't want to tell you again." She raises her eyes to me. Those eyes. Her amazing eyes. I push my cock towards her, and without a missed stroke, she is back on my cock. With her hand around my shaft, she fucks my cock with her mouth. "Listen to me. I am going to tell you exactly what to do. When you move up on my cock, right before it is almost out of your mouth, start the down stroke and pull my cock to the back of your mouth, just before you would gag." She does as instructed. "Now, use your right hand around the shaft and stroke it in rhythm with your mouth. Use lots of spit. Take your left hand, wrap your thumb and forefinger around the top of my sack." She wraps her right hand around my spit-lubed cock and glides it in and out of her mouth. With her left hand she pulls my sack. This combination feels fucking great! "Slow down. It isn't a race." She complies. "Good girl." She is a good student and continues as instructed; it feels amazing. As she slows down, I press my foot into her crotch and she moans. "As you change direction of the stroke, squeeze the head of my cock with your lips and press your tongue against the shaft." With the new instructions, she begins to increase the rate of the strokes. "Slow down. I want you to go as slow as you can. As long as you keep the pressure under the head, I will come." She complies with my instructions. She is now going at a nice slow pace. "It may take longer for me to come. But, I will come harder." She is now grinding her crotch into my foot. "And don't try and come." With this slow rhythmic pace, I can feel my load building in my balls and feel my prostrate getting ready to shoot my cum into her. The longer it takes for me to come, the harder I ejaculate and the more cum I release. She will have a mouthful. I have now passed the point of no return. It is no longer "if", but "when". "I am close. When I begin to come, don't change your rhythm. Squeeze the head with your lips and the side of the shaft with your right hand, as you tug on my balls." I hold back a bit longer. Her mouth starts its upward path and I ready my load. As her lips reach the head, I let go and begin to ejaculate. My cock pulses. I roll my head back and feel my limbs tingle as the orgasm moves through me. As instructed, she squeezes the head and shaft and doesn't alter the rhythm. "Fuuuck, I moan, as I come. With my letting go in her mouth, she makes guttural sounds but continues the rhythm. With the next stroke, I ejaculate harder again. "Shit. Don't stop until I tell you to." She again gets everything right, the squeezing at the exact moment and I squirt again. If it wasn't in her mouth, it would have been all over the place. I can make quite the mess. Again, I spurt with her upstroke and I can feel it in my balls. She is struggling with all the cum in her mouth. The sight of this makes my cock convulse one last time. The last of my cum sprays onto her tongue. I grab her by the ponytail to stop her and I push down on my softening cock. "Swallow it." I feel her swallow my cum, watching her throat work. "Now, suck my cock clean." She finishes cleaning my cock and by the hair, I pull her off. "You are a good girl." I smile. "You have to let me come!" She exclaims. To be continued... Dessert We went out for a romantic dinner by candlelight at a small local restaurant. My wife was wearing a rather sheer black dress that wrapped at the top, showing a lot of cleavage, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra. In the right light, her turgid nipples were very visible. We held hands and looked at each other through dinner with lust in our eyes. My dick was half-hard all the way through the meal especially since I was wearing a thick chrome cock ring and no underwear. She had a rather large vodka martini, which, judging by her eyes, had obviously gone to her head. My mood was definitely elevated by the two single malt scotches I had. I squeezed her hand and gave her a wink. Her wink back was incentive enough to ask for the check. "No time for dessert?" she asked, with a little bit of a pout. "Later," I replied. I was on a mission. Usually, I would pay with a credit card but tonight I brought cash. I didn't want anything to slow us down. The ride home was short, not even enough time for romantic chit-chat. We were home and in bed no more than ten minutes after leaving the restaurant. I stopped in the kitchen to get her a pony of Godiva chocolate liqueur and a snifter of Scotch for me. She came to bed wearing only the smallest pair of see-thru panties imaginable. There was already a wet spot. I got into bed wearing a raging erection, intensified by the cock ring, which immediately caught her attention. We spent the better part of an hour teasing each other with nipple play, deep passionate kisses that left saliva all over our faces, and hands that touched every square inch of skin. We clicked our glasses together, and with deliberate speed, swallowed our drinks. We were lying side by side when I got up and straddled her, sitting with my balls against her clit. I put a couple of pillows behind her head, then I leaned over to the left side of the headboard and pulled up a length of black silk rope, grabbed her left arm and tied her wrist with the rope. She feigned surprise and then smiled. Holding her right arm, I pulled up the rope that was attached to the other side of the headboard. I pulled her arm firmly enough to make her stretch her body. Quickly I tied her right wrist with the rope. She was stretched across the bed enough so that you could see the tension in her body. The line from left hand to right hand was taut. There were ropes at the bottom of the bed as well. I took off her barely-there panties. She resisted as I pulled her legs apart and tied each to the ends of the bed. Her legs were as far apart as they could be. Any movement was virtually impossible. She was completely vulnerable. Her swollen labia were far enough apart that I could see the inside of her very wet pussy. I spent the next 25 minutes toying with her. She squirmed as I pulled on her lips and daintily licked her protruding clit. I stuck two fingers in her bald cunt and slowly pulled them out so her juice coated my fingers. I took my wet fingers and rubbed her juices on her lips and then stuck my fingers in her mouth. She sucked them dry. From our box of sex toys, I pulled out a gel vibrator. I took the vibrator and started to lick it. I took it as far into my mouth as I could, almost five inches. I pulled it out and pushed it in, imitating the blowjobs that she gives me regularly. She writhed and moaned. I took the slippery phallus and inserted into her pussy, putting in deeply until only the very end was sticking out. All that was left to do was turn it on and watch the show. As her body twisted in pleasure, pulling against the ropes, I turned on the vibrator. Her hips pumped up and down as an orgasm swept over her body. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She squeezed the humming dildo out of her cunt. It was time to untie her. No sooner had I untied her hands and feet, she pushed me into the center of the bed and tied me down much the same way as I did to her but one thing was different. My bindings were much tighter and my arms and legs were pulled apart almost to the point of being painful. There was no slack at all. I think I was being punished for the way I treated her. She took my left nipple in her mouth and bit it while at the same time she pinched my right nipple hard. Then she switched. My throbbing dick was as hard as a steel pipe, bobbing up and down. She moved down and stuck her head between my legs licking my balls and rubbing my inner thighs. I made every effort to spread my legs even further apart than they were. She was taking me up to a new level in excitement, unlike anything we'd ever done before. I was flat on my back without a pillow under my head so I couldn't watch what she was doing. I could only feel it. The tip of her tongue licked my taint and then she rimmed my asshole. She reached into the toy box and the next thing I felt was her finger rubbing some lube on my asshole. I loved it when she fingered my ass. One lubed finger entered my ass and then a second. I was in heaven. She began fucking my ass with her fingers and then her fingers were gone. I couldn't see what was happening. I felt her hand spread my cheeks apart and something other than fingers against my outer sphincter. I raised my hips up as much as I could expecting her fingers back in my ass. Something pushed against my anus. Was it the fingers? No, was it the vibrator that she was pushing into my ass? I could feel my asshole being stretched as the object entered. It was one of our buttplugs she was pushing into my rectum. She was a woman possessed. She showed no mercy pushing it into me. Thank God for the lube! There was pain as my asshole was stretched to the tearing point until the plug was at its widest. Suddenly, my ass sucked the plug in and my sphincter closed around it. The momentary pain turned into waves of pleasure. My wife stood over me on the bed playing with her tits and pussy. She picked up the lube and put some on her fingers, and then she turned around and spread her ass cheeks. She took the lube and rubbed it on her asshole and then stuck a finger in her anus. It was an incredible show. She took the lube and trickled it onto my dick, which was ready to burst. I thought she was going to give me a handjob when she started stroking my dick but that was not the case. She was just lubing my boner for the next course. She stood over me and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. She was putting it in her ass! The head of my dick passed her outer sphincter and then, in one smooth motion, she pushed down and took the whole thing in her ass. She began bouncing up and down on my dick with her hands on my chest. I wasn't going to be able to hold out long. Neither was she. I could feel my load starting deep in my balls and surging upward, like oil shooting out of a well. I came like there was no tomorrow, pulsing and pumping my cum into her ass. My wife pounded my chest screaming as a massive orgasm swept over her body. My dick was still hard from the cock ring. She pulled off me and quickly got into a sixty-nine position with her pussy over my head. She began sucking my dick like the hot ass-to-mouth action we've watched in porno. My head was spinning as I tried to reach up to lick her cunt but that was not her plan. She moved forward enough so that her asshole was positioned only an inch or so from my mouth. I saw her asshole pucker as she lowered herself onto my face and squeezed my cum out of her ass. I had no choice. I opened my mouth and ate her anal creampie. In fact, I stuck my tongue in her ass and sucked it dry. She licked my cock clean and turned around, sticking her tongue down my throat. What an incredible snowball. As she untied my hands and feet, she said, with a big smile, "How's that for dessert?" Dessert I had planned for days. Each and every course was perfectly thought out, tied together with the next course by a mutual taste sensation. The execution would be flawless; the presentation immaculate. She would be well pleased. I pulled the chicken from the oven and inhaled the steam wafting toward my face - a mixture of rosemary and honey; tantalizing. I imagined her taking the first bite - the way her eyes would close with pleasure, the way her tongue and teeth would move, savoring the delicate flavors. A shiver ran down my spine as I pictured her happiness. The look she gets on her face when eating is so, so close to the satisfied look she gets when I am on my knees in front of her, her cock in my mouth. As I finished artfully arranging the food on plates, a knock sounded at the door. She was here. My breath caught, a hand went to my hair to check that it was in place. I scrambled to remove my apron and run to the door. When I saw her standing there, my heart sagged with relief. My owner. My protector. My dominant. "Attend." came that deep, commanding, sexy tone; the tone I only heard when I was expected to comply immediately. "Yes, ma'am." I responded, trying to keep from weeping from relief at having her assume control. "Have you prepared a meal for me?" "Yes, ma'am." "Very well. You may serve me, and then serve yourself." "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." I carried the plates out to the table - the stuffed mushrooms, the chicken, the potatoes, the Caesar salad, the glazed carrots, and a large glass of milk. It still amazes me how much milk my dominant can drink. Once her entire meal was in front of her, I brought my food to the table as well and sat across from her. I watched, eagerly, as she took the first bite. There it was - the entire reason I had devoted days to this meal. Her fork entered her mouth, her eyes slid shut, and a look of rapture appeared on her face. I had done well. "Well done. This is excellent." "Thank you, ma'am." "Relax." She smiled at me across the table, and I leaned in to kiss her. Now that I was no longer attending, I was free to speak openly, to eat my own meal, to revel in time spent in her company. I wasn't her equal - the only command that elevated me to that status was "release," and that didn't happen very often; which was completely fine with me. "How was your day?" I inquired. "It was nice. I had an interview that went very well." "Oh, good!" We continued in this manner, pleasant, trivial conversation about how we had spent our time since we were last together, through the meal. When she was finished, I rose to clear the plates and serve desert. However, she followed me into the kitchen. The moment I had set the dishes in the sink, but before I was able to pull the Boston Cream Pie from the refrigerator, her voice sounded in my ear: "Attend." "Yes, ma'am." "Strip." "Yes, ma'am." I complied, folding my clothes and setting them on the kitchen table." "You have done well for me. I am pleased." "Thank you ma'am." "Turn around." I obliged, spinning quickly so that my back was to her. So quickly that I forgot to respond with "yes, ma'am" before I obeyed. I quick jab of pain moved through me as she slapped my ass and growled "Respond!" "Yes, ma'am." I gasped. "When I give you an order, what is your response?" "Ma'am, I am to reply with 'yes ma'am' and then obey." "Correct. You have forgotten this, and so you will be spanked. Count each spanking and thank me for it. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am." "Then bend over and grasp your ankles." "Yes ma'am." I did as she said. "Count." "Yes ma'am." The first slap came, hard and fast. "One, thank you ma'am. Two, thank you ma'am. Three, thank you ma'am." On up until my ass cheeks felt like fire and I could feel myself dripping with arousal. When I reached "Ten, thank you ma'am," she stopped and stepped away. "You have done well. I am pleased." "Thank you, ma'am." "Would you like a reward?" "Yes, ma'am." "What would you like?" "Ma'am, I would like you to fuck me." "Very well. Undress me." "Yes, ma'am." I removed her shirt, letting my hands linger on the soft skin of her waist and back. Reaching behind her, I undid her bra clasp and revealed her breasts. I longed to take them into my hands and mouth, and tongue her nipples the way that I knew she likes, but I hadn't been given permission. So I continued with my task, unzipping her skirt, and pulling it down her legs, folding it along with her shirt and bra, and placing them with my clothes on the table. I hooked my thumbs in her underwear, and pulled them down to reveal her gorgeous cock, hard and hot and perfectly sized to fit me. "Lie down on the table." "Yes, ma'am." I looked up into her beautiful eyes as she stood over me, preparing to enter me. She was so stern, so commanding, and so tender at the same time. I took a deep breath as she reached down and touched me, testing my readiness, then positioned herself and entered me with one smooth stroke. "Wrap your legs around my waist," she instructed. "Yes ma'am." She began to move within me. I was almost immediately ready for climax; just having her inside me was enough. "Where are you?" She demanded roughly, her breathing ragged. "On the edge, ma'am." "Do you wish to come?" "Yes, ma'am." "Ask me." "Please, ma'am, may I come?" "Not yet. Wait." "Yes ma'am." Using every ounce of self control I possessed, I held myself back, teetering on the edge of orgasm. One breath would send me past the point of now return, so I held my breath, waiting for the command that I knew would come soon. Her breath changed as she arched even deeper into me, thrusting, rocking, panting. I tightened my legs, unable to focus on anything but the sound of her, the feel of her, the need for her pleasure to complete my own. She began to climax and gave the command. "Now. Come." "Yes ma'am," I managed to choke out as her teeth fastened on my neck. "Thank you ma'am." The force of our orgasm was incredible. There was nothing compared to this - to the pleasure I received from waiting so that we could orgasm together. Our breathing began to slow, our movements relaxed, and she collapsed onto my. I held her in my arms as she laid her head on my breasts and shook. "Relax." She whispered. I smiled and kissed her hair, her brow, her ears. "That was intense." "Yes," she smiled, "it certainly was." "Do you want desert, now?" I smirked. She laughed, and I joined her. Dessert "Oh, hey," I said to you. "Nick, I have a video you might like to borrow." "What is it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, just a little something," I answered, handing you an unlabeled VHS tape and sauntering away. I tossed an additional comment over my shoulder. "You could watch it in your VCR during your plan time today. Catch you later." I turned the corner, but peaked to see you staring at the video, bemused. One class period later, it was your plan time, and I had a music class to teach, but I called over to another teacher and asked if she could cover my class, so I could go to an emergency meeting. I explained in excessive detail that I had a disruptive student who was out of control and I needed to bring him to the principal, call home, and write him up, and that it may take a while. She covered my class and I walked out, walking to your room and glancing in. You sat at your desk, facing away from your door window, legs propped up on the desk and twirling a pen between your fingers. Every so often, you'd write something in your grade book and then twirl the pen again. I watched as you graded papers and muttered to yourself comments about some of the less stellar responses on student papers. When you stood up to stretch and happened to glance at the video tape, I held my breath in hope. "What the hell," is what it looked like you muttered and you walked to the VCR, sliding the tape in. As you turned the TV on and the volume blared at full blast, I sneaked into the room, scampering behind a lab table and drawing my knees up to my chin, curling my arms around my legs and settling into a ball to watch and wait. You turned the volume down to low and changed the channel to 3 before hitting play. Black and white static crackled on the screen for a moment until the scene came to life, a still life of my bedroom. The cherry wood four poster bed with a red comforter dominated the screen. And for a moment, all that was in focus was the bed. However, soon you saw me walk in, followed by a tall, willowy blond woman. The two women: Jessica and the blond woman, a stranger to you, peeled back the sheets of the bed. Jessica carried in some towels, spreading them across the bed and unloaded a brown paper sack. Out came a paint brush and two jars, one of raspberry red and the other a chocolate-y brown. "Melody," Jessica turned to the blond. "I really appreciate your willingness to do this. I want to surprise Nick and you're such a talented artist. I can't even draw stick figures, so you are helping me immensely." I peaked out from behind the lab table to see a flash of recognition on your face. Oh, so you're remembering! I remembered too! And that was the night I refused to answer all your questions. I turned back to the video to watch the scene unfold. Melody sat on the bed, uncapping the jars of body paints while I undressed. Tight jeans were peeled off of a round, chubby butt. A ballet slipper pink blouse found a new home on the carpet and a pink bra and panty set joined the pile on the floor. I walked over to the bed and laid down on my back No sounds emerged as Melody dipped paintbrush into the jars and drew dainty designs on my still body. A rosebud was painted in raspberry along one cheekbone. A chocolate and raspberry outline filled in cupid's bow lips. Melody painted swirls and fruits and hearts and symbols along my clavicle, chest, arms, belly, and legs. The tip of the paintbrush tickled along my nipple, painting it a raspberry red and I involuntarily groaned. You could tell by watching the video how turned on I was getting. In your classroom, I stretched out along the floor, staying hidden behind the table, but turning on my stomach, resting my chin on my hands and peeping out to see what you would do next. Your face never left the screen. I glanced at your crotch to see the burgeoning growth making a tent in your pants. I giggled a little, and then covered my mouth, my eyes wide, but you never looked my way. I think I could have turned on a bunsen burner and lit a match, exploding your lab, and you still wouldn't have noticed that I was there. You continued to watch the screen, watching as Melody painted my entire body. The video continued. "Hold still, Jessica," Melody cautioned. "I want to let this dry before you can move." Melody leaned forward and started to gently blow on the brown and red paint. I shivered, groaned some more and went to bite my lip, but Melody warned me not to ruin the face art. Goosebumps appeared on my creamy flesh painted chocolate and raspberry, and Melody continued to blow. "What time is he coming tonight?" she asked between breaths. I panted a little, taking a deep breath. "He should be coming in about 14 minutes. I invited him over for dinner, but he said he already ate. So, I asked if he wanted some dessert. He wanted to know what dessert I made." I chuckled. "What an ass! Anyway, I said Chocolate Mousse and he said he'd be here at 9:30 p.m., and so I called you. Et Voila! I can't thank you enough." "Well, I'm not done exactly. I have a little more to add. I am going to unlock the door, so when Nick gets here, he can walk right in and you can stay still. And as soon as I garnish my art work, I will sneak out the back door and lock it behind me. Ok?" "Sounds good to me," Jessica said. You're engrossed in the video and your hand is on your crotch. Seeing how focused you are, I have the courtesy to quietly lock your door and cover the window with your corny chemistry be back in five minutes sign thingie, and I return to my hiding place. I hope you love what you see next. Melody disappeared from the room for a moment and I lay there, impatiently waiting. Melody returned with a plastic bag of fruit and a paring knife. Melody positioned my legs, bending the knees and splaying the thighs open, exposing a gleaming clean shaven pussy, glistening with excitement. Melody cut an apple with the paring knife and designed a sunburst around my navel. She traced a chocolate vine along my pussy and took a strawberry from the bag. She inserted two fingers into my cunt and pushed the fat, juicy strawberry inside, leaving a touch of red and the green leaves peeping out. Several raspberries and some more chocolate sauce garnished the fruity cunt. More berries garnished my belly and a green kiwi slice was placed over each nipple. At this instant, a doorbell could be heard ringing. Melody shoved all the jars, the bags, the extra items, the paring knife under the bed and with a whispered "have fun!", slipped out the back door. "Come in," I yelled and the faint sound of your voice called from the foyer. "Hey, Jess, where are you?" "I'm in the bedroom, could you come in for a moment? I need a hand!" "You naughty girl, I thought we were having dessert," your voice got louder as you traveled down the hall. "I thought you were making chocolate moo..." the words trailed off as you entered the room. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of a chocolate, fruity me lying on the bed. "It's chocolate," I said, "and I'm the moose." "How did you do all this?" you asked. "Aren't you hungry?" I asked. "Want some dessert?" I think it took you all of three seconds to shed your clothing. "I must say your clothes look better lying on my floor," I said with a chuckle. "Smart ass," you muttered before looming over me and kissing the chocolate off my lips. "Mmmm, it is chocolate mousse. Tasty." "Hope you're hungry," I whispered as I pulled your head down to one breast. Your teeth bit into one green kiwi slice, grazing my nipple and making me give a little moan. Your tongue made tiny swirls along my breasts, licking up the chocolate sauce, and taking the fruit into your mouth, each time making sure that your teeth tickled the skin where the fruit was resting. I took your hard cock in my hand, smearing some chocolate sauce on as lubricant and pumping my hand along your shaft, squeezing towards the tip and loosening towards the balls. As we rubbed against each other, chocolate smeared everywhere, covering your body in smudges and slurring the art work into crazy lines and blobs of paint. I licked some chocolate off of your shoulder. "Mmm, I am pretty tasty," I giggled, and you gave a little grunt acknowledging my sassy comment. With another grunt, you rolled over, pulling me on top of you, smearing more sauce and scattering some fruit garnishment. "I can't wait," you sighed, and situated my legs around you, thrusting upwards, spearing me on your rock hard shaft. I gasped as your heat thrust the cold, fat strawberry inside me, crushing it and spurting red juice along your cock, inside me, and between my thighs. We established a sticky, sweet rhythm, me rocking my hips and you plunging deep inside of me. I rode you hard, my chocolate covered breasts quivering and bouncing. You swiped some chocolate off of one breast and reached your hand between our rutting bodies. With your knuckle, you rubbed at my clit, taking me right over the edge, so that as you shuddered and came inside me, I would also reach my climax. With a shout and one last deep plunge, you came. We stayed connected and I leaned forward, laying on top of you and giving you sweet, fruity kisses along your neck and chest. Watching you watch the video is making me hot. Your hand is stroking yourself now and I have to shift to my side, so I can rest a hand between my legs. I do, however, glance up at the clock, and say a silent thank you for block scheduling. We have plenty of time to finish the video. Of course, when the bell rings, you'll have to pretend as if you are not a raging horn ball and teach a science class. I give a silent giggle and know that you'll have some sweet revenge all your own. Back to the video.... We lay on the bed, connected, me on top, and fruit and chocolate are smeared on us and scattered around us on the bed. I stay on top and lick my way down your body, disjoining us, only to replace my cunt with my mouth. I start to suck on your cock until you give a little whine, telling me you're hungry. Feeling entirely naughty, I reposition myself, swiveling my hips and body so that we are in a 69 and I straddle my dripping, fruity cunt above your face. We both begin to feast, slurping at the fruits of each other and of the supermarket variety. You nibble at my clit as I suck hard on your shaft. As we both start to come in the video, you and I, in the science lab stroking ourselves beneath our clothes, also start to come. With whispered shouts in the lab and loud shouts on film, the four of us simultaneously orgasm. The film ends with us curled up in each other's arms, chocolate and fruit, haphazardly covering us and the bed. And the film turns into black and white static. With a frantic look, you look at the clock and then at the wetness on the crotch of your pants. "Damnit, Jessica," you mutter. "That was hot, but these pants...." With a sigh, you pull your lab coat closed, rummage in your belongings, thankfully remembering that you had brought another pair of khakis to school for whatever reason. As you are changing your pants, I sneak up and unlock your door, uncovering the window. As the bell rings, you turn just in time to see me creep out your door and head to class. Dessert I went to high school with Anna and Race. Looking back I have to say we were actually good friends. Anna was a cheerleader; she was pretty, really pretty, with wavy chestnut hair, and bright hazel eyes, and a smile like sun breaking out of the clouds. She had long legs, and a walk that could stop any guy in his tracks, and usually did. Race was… well… odd even for my school. He was not overly tall, maybe 5'8", and his hair was darker than Anna's. He smiled a lot, like he found the whole world amusing. He looked like he should have been the leather jacket, juvenile delinquent type with a cigarette, but he never smoked. He and Anna were always together, even when she had other boyfriends. I never asked how that worked, though I wondered, everyone did. I was a stage crew geek in those days. I wore black all the time since it was easier not to have to remember to do that for shows. Stage crew doesn't care about much about appearances in general, but we like things to run smoothly. I liked Anna; I admired her looks, without really feeling envy. Wistful, sure, who wouldn't like to be cute and popular and desirable? I would, but wasn't. Mostly I was the one everyone told his or her boyfriend/girlfriend troubles to. I could always make Anna laugh, even when she was freaking out about grades or her current boyfriend… I think she changed them every month so I never did understand why she cared what any of them wanted. We'd sit on my back porch, so no one could see she was friends with a geek, and she'd cry about Bill, or Leon, or Ted…and I'd ask if he paid for his own condoms. And she'd get mad, then laugh. I never knew why that was so funny to her. Of course, when she wasn't crying, she was telling me in great detail about her exploits with her boyfriends. I was just glad she wasn't afraid to use condoms. Some of the stuff she told me made me feel shaky and breathless. I was just glad she never noticed. Race was a different matter. He had the quickest, most twisted mind I'd ever encountered. It was like people made up his personal playground and he couldn't resist moving them around to see what they would do next. Race would come up with the most outrageous ideas… and they always worked. Once he suggested I sit on our English teacher's desk in English, and when he came in, to tell him it was stifling my creativity to sit in the confined space allotted to mere students. I didn't need the credits to graduate. So I let Race pose me, It wasn't any big deal, I wasn't displaying myself really. I sat on the desk, one foot up so I could hug my knee while I hung back so I stared at the ceiling, not at all sexy, given my black pants, black T-shirt and black sneaks. Mr. Picot looked at me funny, then asked what I was doing on his desk. I said I felt stifled… and hot. Then I waited to be awarded a year's worth of detention. But Mr. Picot just turned a little pale and told me to stay put. I got an 'A' for the term, shocked me silly. High school ended blessed be, and I escaped into the wide, wide world. Oddly, Race kept in touch. Letters at first, then email. He was funny in print, witty and amusing and irreverent. I answered him mostly because he always made me laugh. When I got the letter from him saying he and Anna were getting married; I laughed for hours before I realized he meant it. I was at the wedding of course. I was the best man, which is even funnier when you realize I'm a girl. But Race said I was his best and oldest friend, so there it was. I threw him a bachelor party; we all went to a now dead strip joint, the MouseTrap. I knew the place because one of my paper salesmen always took us there, and I liked the dancers. They were hardworking girls who got paid far more than I did for putting up with stupid men. Steph was dancing on stage when we walked in. I like Steph; I'd seen her before. She dances like she's the only one in the world who ever had a good time. I like her smile too. She winks at the guys, she smiles at me, go figure. Sometimes, on break, she comes at sits at our table. She steals my coffee and laughs because that's all it is, coffee. I tell her I know the water was boiled at some point and it makes me feel safer. When I walked in with Race, I beckoned her to the edge of the runway. I handed her a twenty and explained that I was the best man at Race's wedding. Bless her heart, she pulled out all the stops. She displayed herself shamelessly to Race. She stripped with flair and worked up a visible sweat. She took the pole in front of Race and shimmied up and down it until it was slick and wet. Race watched her in fascination, almost drooling. He nudged me, "Go on ... get up there with her…" I'd had a couple of drinks so I smiled up at Steph. "He wants me to dance with you," I told her. She held out her hand and hauled me up onto the stage. I was a bit surprised at her strength. The world looked a lot different with runway lights spinning at my feet and spotlights burning my eyes. Steph and I peeled me out of my clothes, me wiggling and bumping geekily. I moaned when she ran her hands over my breasts, I mean, it felt really good. For a few minutes I forgot I was not exactly a guy magnet, just enjoyed the music and moving and her hands on my skin. I was having such a good time that it took me a few seconds to realize Steph had pushed me up against the pole and was rubbing herself against me while I was doing my best to have the pole's baby. The men in the room went kinda nuts. Guys were waving bills at us, and Steph was grabbing them and stuffing them in my bra. For some reason, that struck me as hysterically funny… my plain white boring bra against her pasties… I saw no competition. But the guys in the club loved it and the bouncers had to get us offstage. The manager came to the dressing room and told me to call him when I wanted to start. I figured Steph put him up to it. When I finally got back to Race, he looked like a cat full of canary. He was a lot more sober than I was, and we laughed like loonies trying to get me out of the club, since we kept being stopped by men who wanted my number. The wedding was tame by comparison. Race was cool in black leather jacket and riding leathers, and Anna looked sweet in a little cotton dress. Oddly, her maid of honor was a man; a shy, nervous guy I'd never met before. He was very correctly dressed in a summer weight seersucker suit, pale blue with white stripes, pale blue shirt and a red bow tie. Anna told me his name was Evan. The ceremony went smoothly, the JP was fine with us, maybe even a little bored. After the service, we all went to House of Roy for a meal. The newlyweds were pretty outrageous, feeding each other and all. Then they got silly. Next thing I knew, Ann had grabbed my head and trapped me against her chest. Race was holding my mouth open and feeding me shrimp in lobster sauce. What made it even funnier was Evan. He was the one fishing the shrimp out of the dish and passing them to Race very fussily. I nearly choked to death from laughing. Anna told me hold still so I didn't get food smeared on her dress, but it was pretty hard not to laugh. I never did understand why they got married, but they seemed pleased. Race continued to write and I continued to answer. We saw each other maybe once or twice a year, when they came up top visit Anna's parents. Anna was always perky and Race was always tall, dark and broody, and I was always fat. It was a Friday night, my late night getting home. Not from fun, I just never get off work at a decent hour, and Fridays are the worst... probably because I have no life. The phone was ringing off the hook when I walked in. "Hey sexy," I smiled stupidly, then realized Race couldn't see me. "Hey you. How's Anna?" "She's fussing cuz din-din is ready and you aren't here." I laughed openly. "I love you both, but I am not driving three hours to see you two loonies." "How about twenty minutes?" "You monsters moved and did not tell me?" I didn't know if I should call him names or applaud. "We missed you too much. Pack your clothes and stay the night. That way you don't have to drive after we kill the wine." It was a good idea, so I threw a change of clothes in a bag and skedaddled over. It wasn't twenty minutes; it was more like ten. The worst was the nest of twisty streets going nowhere that led to their house. Every house looked nearly identical to the next…all uninspired split entry ranches. I found the house; theirs was a white one with black trim. The only thing that set it off from its neighbors was the huge thick privet hedge that set the house off like a black frame. Race answered the doorbell, and kissed me rather more enthusiastically than I had expected, but then Race was noted for being outrageous. Anna emerged from the kitchen in a ruffled apron, a dress my mother might have owned and high heels. She squealed when she saw me and hugged me hard enough to make me breathless. She kissed me full on the mouth, and then stepped back and stared at me. She turned to Race, "I told you that red would be good on her." Race looked at my face, then nodded. "You're right. I'll put it with her things." He took my bag from my hand. "The down stairs has a finished room, it's where we're putting you. The upstairs bedrooms are too hideous. You had a choice between my pastel pony and trains." I shuddered and let him take my stuff wherever he wanted. Anna dragged me into the kitchen and put a glass of wine in my hand. She looked like something out of a black and white movie as she clicked around in her heels, her skirts swishing softly as she moved. Race came back and made himself into my backrest. I smiled up at him. I'd missed them terribly. He petted my hair while we both watched Anna cook. I don't know if I can explain how nice it was to be with them. We told the same stupid jokes we used to tell, and as we worked our way through the second bottle, the jokes got funnier. Race had Doris Day on the CD player and we danced, somewhat drunkenly, at least I was drunk. Drunk enough to sing along with Doris, and imagine I sounded pretty good. I tripped over the coffee table and decided that was my cue to go to bed. "I'm glad I'm not driving," I told Rafe. "Us too, We want you safe so we can take advantage of you ourselves. Wouldn't want strangers to do it." Rafe kissed me softly, his lips warm and very tempting. I leaned into him for a couple of minutes longer than I should have. Luckily, good sense and good manners woke up. I hugged Rafe gently, kissed Anna on the cheek and toddled off to sleep in their guestroom, tipsy and genuinely happy to have my friends back. My dreams were confusing and troubled, the 'run like mad but stand still' kind. I finally decided I was having nightmares and forced myself into a better dream, one where I was warm and safe. That worked for a little while, but then I began to feel trapped, like I could not move my arms or legs. Anna said, "She looks good enough to eat." "Go ahead, "Rafe told her. "I want her breasts." I decided my dreams were entirely to real, and that I should get up and go brush my teeth, but I could not move. My arms were stretched over my head and scarves tied them to lengths of heavy chain. I stared stupidly for a moment, but warm breath blew against my thigh, and then a small, pointed tongue licked at my skin. I yelped and nearly jumped out of my skin. I tried to close my legs, but couldn't, they were spread wide and my ankles bound. Race came into my line of sight. He caressed my cheek then bent closer, kissing me. His lips were warm, persuasive as he coaxed my mouth open to accept his tongue. He kissed me hard then, driving into my mouth until I was breathless. I remembered the goodnight kiss and whimpered, wanting him. The bed dipped and I jumped as Anna crawled over my right leg. Her hair brushed my thigh and I shivered. Then she licked me, her tongue shockingly hot as she ran it along the length of my slit. Race broke the kiss and slid two fingers into my mouth. He took my right breast in his hand; pinching and rolling the nipple, which hardened. My hips jerked, and I felt myself pour wet out into Anna's mouth. I moaned, embarrassed and feeling hot and flushed and very conscious of an unfamiliar hot tension low in my stomach. Anna drove her tongue into me, lapping and swallowing noisily. I moved my hips, whimpering as little shocks of pleasure raced through me. I should have told them to stop. I should have demanded they let me go, but all I could do was whimper and moan as Race sucked on my breasts, nipping and pinching, and Anna licked my nub. She stabbed me with her tongue, licking and nibbling on my clit. I squirmed and bucked on the bed trying to get closer to her mouth, as close as the chains allowed. I wanted her so badly, wanted Race. Part of me stood back, appalled, and part of me rejoiced that I was bound to the bed and couldn't call them off. Race laughed. He put his hand on my belly and pushed me down onto the bed. "How much can you take from us, Daisy-darling?" He pulled his fingers from my mouth and kissed me savagely. Anna took her mouth away and I moaned in disappointment. Anna said, "She tastes better than we thought she would…" Race broke off the kiss and moved down the bed. Anna slithered up my body, her skin soft and warm and silky. She smiled into my eyes and said, "We've been waiting forever for this…" I swear I did not have a coherent thought in my head. Her breasts hung in front of my face the nipples hard and brown, but only for a minute. She moved further up and positioned her pussy over my face. Race's hands closed on my waist. He forced his way inside, stretching me painfully. He pushed deeper sinking into me, filling me. I cried out, frantic to escape but the chains held me. He pulled back a little, and I could almost breathe. He drove into me, harder this time. I opened my mouth to scream. Anna covered my mouth with her hot wet slit. She smelled sweet. I angled my head so I could breathe, but had to taste her. She tasted of sugar and salt both. She rocked on my face, flooding my mouth. She rode my face, pleasuring herself, covering me with her wetness. Race drove into me again. His massive shaft filled me with fire and pain and frantic need. His fingers on my hips felt like iron clamps, holding me tighter than the chains. My world narrowed to his pounding shaft, to the pleasure focused there, to the tight coil of want. Anna fell away from me, and I could breathe, which I did, panting for air. My lungs burned and my pulse thundered in my ears. Anna kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth, her rhythm matching Race's. Race slammed against me, his hands bruising hips. He never slowed, each thrust driving me higher. Pleasure exploded, ripping through me, obliterating Anna, Race, everything but the waves washing through me. When I opened my eyes, early morning sunlight filtered through the tiny windows. I lay pinned to the bed. Anna's head lay on my shoulder, her legs twined around mine. Race's arm lay heavily across me; her face burrowed into my neck and one leg lay on top of Anna's and my tangled limbs. My pussy ached, my ankles felt puffy and my wrists tingled. I tried to figure out how to leave the bed, but they had me trapped. I turned over, which did not disturb Anna but woke Race His brown eyes bored into mine. His gaze was watchful and calm. He made no effort to move off of me. I blushed. Race leaned in and kissed me very softly. "We won't let you run," he told me. "We both want you." He kissed me again, harder, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I got wet almost instantly, and blushed when I moaned into his kiss. Behind me, Anna said, "You going to tell her about how hard you got when you posed her in English class?" Race broke the kiss, "Only if you tell her how much you wanted to show her the things Cliff did to you after you saw how excited she got from hearing about it." Anna ran her hand over my skin and massaged my breast. "You are so soft," she murmured in my ear. "I knew you'd have soft skin." Race hugged me close, reaching past me to pull Anna tight against my back. "Have we scared you off, Daisy-darling?" Anna embraced me, spooning tightly. "Will you stay, Daisy-love? Will you let us play with you?" "And love you," Race added, his eyes serious. He kissed me very softly. "And love you," Anna breathed the words into my ear. I took a deep breath. I knew Anna, I knew Race. They'd never lie to me. "We… we can talk it over." I said finally. "Not just talk…" Anna murmured. She slipped her hand down my spine, wiggling her fingers as she moved to caress my butt. "Definitely," Race said. He drove his tongue into my mouth. He was hard already, pressing insistently against my thigh. Anna slid on top of me and reached between us to guide Race into me. He groaned. Gasped as his thick head nudged inside me, shuddering as he pushed slowly deeper until he was all the way inside. "Say yes," he growled into my ear. "Say yes." He stroked hard, shoving me back into Anna with every thrust. "Say yes, "Anna urged in my ear, keeping me pressed tight to Race. Pleasure spilled through me, spreading out in waves. I bucked against Race, crying helplessly. "Yes!" Dessert We had had a very good night so far. The kids were away at their grandmother's, and we had spent the evening cooking a gourmet meal together. Well, to be fair, she did the cooking and I kept the vodka gimlets flowing, as well as serving as DJ. My wife is a terrific cook. She is a very beautiful woman, with blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes, and I love the way she smiles. She also is sexy as hell, with small, beautiful breasts and a fantastic ass that turns me on even more than it did when we were dating. After 20 years and 3 kids, she was still my fantasy girl. We had just gotten the dishes cleaned up, and were finishing up our drinks in the kitchen. I put my arms around her and kissed her. "That was a great dinner," I said. My hands moved down to her ass. "What's for dessert?" "Meet me upstairs in 10 minutes" she said, kissing me on the cheek. She scampered up the steps toward our bedroom. A few minutes later, I opened the door to see my wife lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a sexy smile, the room lit by several candles. I quickly shed my clothes and joined her. I lay next to her as she rolled over and stretched out on her belly, her dirty blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders. I ran my hands down her back, sliding them along her spine to the swell of her ass. I caressed each cheek, savoring their firm smoothness. I pressed my growing erection against her hip as I moved in closer to kiss her neck. "Mmmm..." she moaned softly as my lips brushed the sensitive area behind her ear. I knew she loved that. I nibbled her earlobe, and then bit her lightly on the nape of her neck. She let out a barely audible moan as she bent her neck and pulled her hair aside to give me better access. My hand continued to stroke and squeeze her ass cheeks as I kissed the silky smooth flesh, adding gentle bites to her neck and shoulder. Then I moved my mouth down her back, kissing and licking my way along until I came to the small of her back and gently nuzzled the fine blonde hairs there with my cheek. Slowly, teasingly, I moved lower to the cleft of her ass and ran my tongue lightly along it. "Ooo!" she cried and gave her hips a little shake. I smiled at her reaction, and then bit her gently on the ass, causing her to giggle. I crawled over her and she spread her legs apart as I settled myself between them with my face over her luscious rump. I continued to kiss and bite at her ass, eliciting little moans of pleasure from her as I worshipped her gorgeous posterior with my hands and mouth. "That feels so nice," She sighed contentedly. I moved my face lower, sliding down the division between the two perfect orbs, gently nibbling at the firm flesh, savoring her warmth and getting closer to her pussy. She lifted her hips to give me better access to her neatly trimmed twat. I ran my knuckles lightly over her soft mound, slipping my thumb just slightly between her lips, parting them and feeling the edge of the wetness within as I slid my thumb towards her clit. I stroked it gently, causing her to let out a soft whimper, her shoulders coming up off the bed as she hung her head down and moved her hips back, trying to push her pussy against my hand, wanting firmer contact. I smiled to myself as I teased her soft cunt, caressing the velvety lips with my fingers and lightly stroking her swelling clit with my thumb, loving her reaction to my touch. I stopped my teasing and slid myself up along her body and lay atop her with my stiff cock nestled between her warm ass cheeks, the base of my shaft pressing against her pussy. "Oh, you are so hard..." she moaned and pushed back against me as I gently nibbled at her neck. "Oh, I want that in me." "We'll get there." I said, softly biting her earlobe. She turned her head toward me and smiled. "I want you to lie back for me, now." She said. Knowing what she had in mind, I eagerly rolled off and lay beside her. She lay on her side next to me and reaching down, took my swollen shaft in her hand. She kissed me as she gently stroked her nails along the smooth skin, causing me to moan with pleasure, her soft touch making me shiver involuntarily. She smiled at me, knowing that she was in charge now. She slid herself down the bed, and holding my cock at the base, she pressed her tongue flat against it and ran it up the length of the shaft. I jumped a bit as her tongue touched the sensitive skin and cried, "Oh! Oh, that's nice." She continued to bathe my cock with her tongue, running it along the sides, sliding it around the head, and then down the back, teasing me, knowing how much I wanted her to take me in her mouth. She gave my shaft a squeeze with her hand, bringing a gasp from me as precum oozed from the tip of the engorged head. She locked those beautiful blue eyes to mine, and ran her tongue over the sticky drop- pulling it away from the head like a silky thin spider web, then putting it back and licking the head clean, never breaking her smoldering gaze. She was a gorgeous, sexy, dirty woman, my sex fantasy come true. "Oh God, that's hot..." I whispered to her. She smiled at me, and gave the tip of my cock a playful bite. Then she slowly took the engorged head into her mouth, slipping it past her lips and into her throat, not stopping until she had swallowed my full length. She held me there for a moment as I groaned with pleasure, and then she slowly began sliding me out, pausing as she went along. I felt her tongue swirling around my shaft and moaned as she sucked me. She worked her way up my cock this way, pausing to tease me each time until she finally removed the head from her mouth. She looked at me and asked huskily, "You like that?" "Jesus, yes!" I answered in a tight voice. She ran her tongue along my length and said, "Mmmm...I love your cock. I love feeling this hard cock in my mouth." She took me in again and began sliding it in and out of her mouth, sucking and licking me, coating the turgid flesh with her saliva. She paused a moment and licked the palm of her hand, then stroked her slick hand over my aching member, getting me to gasp and moan again. She began using her hand and mouth together, and the sensation was amazing, so warm, so wet, sliding up and down my shaft, her mouth sucking and tongue swirling, her hand stroking and fingers squeezing my slick, swollen cock, with me not really knowing where her hand ended and mouth began. The whole thing was working together in ballet of slippery wet warm pleasure. She took her mouth off of me and gripped my shaft tightly, pulling another deep moan from me. She began stroking the shaft up and down with her strong wet fingers, looking up at me. "That feel good, baby?" she asked. "Are you getting close?" She added only a moment later in a husky whisper. The truth is, I was, but I didn't want to cum. Not yet. I had a lot more planned for us tonight. As much as I hated to, I told her to stop, and then she moved up and lay beside me. "Your turn." I said. She rolled onto her back and pulled her legs up to her chest, exposing her pussy to me. "Ok!" she said playfully. I dropped down to the lower part of the bed and pressed my tongue flat up against her pussy and gave it a long slow lick. She let out a low groan in response-"Ohhhhhhhh!" I plunged my tongue between the folds of her cunt licking her as deep as I could inside before moving up to her swollen clit. She was moaning over and over as I licked at the hard bud then I suddenly moved lower and ran my tongue around the puckered rosette of her ass. "Mmmmm..." she groaned. Reaching into the bedside table, I took out a small pinky sized vibrator. I turned it on and slipped it into her pussy and up to her clit as I continued to lick her ass. She cried out as the vibe hit the sensitive bud. I stopped licking and watched her respond to the buzzing little toy. I reversed the move, placing my tongue to her clit, and put the vibrator at her asshole. "Ahhhhh...OHHHHH!" She yelped as I slipped the slim purple toy just a bit into tight little pucker of her ass, continuing to lick at her clit. I had to stop, but only for enough time to turn myself around to the 69 position with me on top, the way she likes it. I buried my face against the now saturated folds of her pussy and savored her taste before shifting back slightly to wage yet another assault upon her clit. I sucked and flicked at her clit with my tongue I then slid the little vibrator just a bit deeper into her ass. She gasped in response then grasped my cock tightly in her hand, sucking it greedily into her mouth Her mouth was so hot and wet and her moans were sending vibrations down my shaft as she took my length into her throat. "MMFF..." her cries were muffled by my hard cock in her mouth. I didn't want her to stop, but I had another plan. I stopped my oral torture to reach over to our stash of toys in the bedside table and pulled out the rabbit vibrator. She moaned around my cock as I slipped the silicon shaft of the toy easily into her soaking wet pussy and after sinking it deep, I turned the power on. "UHH...AHHHHHH!" She yelled as the soft rubber ears buzzed against her clit. I slipped myself out of her mouth and lay beside her, pressing the length of my hard cock against her hip while slipping my free hand under her leg to hold the smaller vibe in her ass. I pushed it in a bit further and she yelped again. She reached down, pushing my other hand away to grasp the rabbit buzzing in her pussy, shoving it deeper inside her, the ears harder against her clit. She was lost in the intensity of the vibrations on her clit and in her ass. "Ohhhhhh god! Uhhhhhh...Oh god, Oh godohgodohgod.....FUCK! That feels so fucking gooooood!" she moaned. "Oh god, it's almost too much! Ahhhh!" She rode the two toys for a while, her hips pumping, her moans getting louder and louder as the pleasure intensified. I could see the climax building in her- her body had tensed into one long tight muscle from her pointed toes to her rock hard nipples. "Ohhh," she gasped. "I'm gonna cum!" She froze for a moment, teetering on the brink, her mouth open in a soundless cry, and then suddenly arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and screamed, "OHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHH! AaaaaaaAAAAAAGHH!" as the orgasm hit her. She rode the waves of pleasure moaning and crying out as each one washed over her. I watched her face as she came, the intense pleasure she was feeling reflected in her features. There is nothing sexier to me than the look on her face while in the throes of an intense orgasm. She slowly came down, her breathing slowing as her body relaxed. I shut the toys off and let her bask in the moment. I gently removed both the toys and dropped them beside the bed and moved myself between her legs as she spread them wide for me. "Oh please fuck me," she whispered, her eyes shining with lust. "I need your cock so badly...please fuck me-AAAAAAH!" She cried out, her pleas cut short as I slid my swollen member into her with one quick, hard thrust. She pulled her legs back to her chest, opening herself fully and ordered, "Deeper, baby. I want to feel you deep." Her pussy was tight and impossibly smooth and wet, still throbbing from the intensity of her orgasm. It engulfed my aching cock like hot wet velvet. I began fucking her in long, slow strokes and she slid her hands down my back to my ass, grasping handfuls of flesh, pulling me deep into her with each thrust. I could feel her passion rolling off her in a warm wave against me. "Ohhhh...Ohhhh...Ohhhh...Ahhh!" she cried out with each stroke. "Oh, fuck me from behind," She pleaded. I kissed her, our tongues playing together as I pushed deep into her for one last thrust. "Ok, babe, turn over," I said, smiling wickedly at her. I knew how much she liked it that way. I pulled out and lifted enough so that she could quickly turn over, sticking her tight round ass in the air. I got on my knees behind her and slid my cock back into her hungry pussy. "Mmmm-yesssss" she hissed between her teeth as she felt me penetrate her, pushing back against me. I looked down at her, drinking in the sight of her with my eyes. She lay with her head turned to the side and her shoulders flat on the bed, her tousled blonde mane framing her beautiful profile; her back arched up to the twin globes of her gorgeous ass snuggled tight against me. I stroked my hand along her back, sliding it up, reveling in the feel of the muscles along her spine, up to the small of her back and the cleft of her ass. I loved how she looked in this position. God, she was sexy. "I am an incredibly lucky man," I thought. Grasping her hipbones and using them as handles, began giving her what she wanted, fucking her hard at a steady pace. She was moaning and crying out as I fucked her, saying over and over, "Oh god, fuck me...fuck me...harder! Fuck my pussy, baby...oh, I love your cock, it feels so fucking gooooood...Oh!" She pushed her ass back to meet my every thrust as our thighs slapped against each other. She was so fucking hot. "Oh, yes! She cried. "I love your balls slapping my clit...yes! Oh yes, fuck me!" I put my left hand on the cleft of her ass and slid my thumb down to her asshole as she pumped her hips against me. I desperately wanted to fuck her ass. It had been a fantasy of mine forever, but she had been completely against it for a long time. But over the last year or so she had started to enjoy my tongue or her little vibrator in that area if her mood was right. We had tried anal now and again with very little success. She said I was too big, and I didn't want to hurt her. We even had a little joke about our "quarterly attempts" at it. But tonight she was so worked up, and she really had enjoyed the vibrator in her ass just a moment ago, so I thought tonight might be the night. I stroked her little rosebud with my thumb, still slick from my tongues earlier attention. I slowed my thrusting a bit and whispered, "I want your ass..." I could feel her hesitate a moment and then she said, "Ok...we can try..." I withdrew from her pussy and quickly delved into the drawer one more time to retrieve a bottle of lube. Not wanting to give her the chance to change her mind I hurriedly applied a generous amount to her ass, and then a coating to my shaft as well. I put the head of my cock against the ring of tight muscle and gave a small push. "Ok," I said. "Let's just go slow...relax." She whimpered as I slowly pushed my cock into her. I felt and saw the head get past the gloriously tight entrance and she stopped me. "Wait...wait." She gasped. I held still. "You ok? You want me to stop? I asked. "No, no." She said... "Just...wait." she relaxed a bit, trying to get used to the sensation. "Ok," she said. "Try some more" I pushed again; feeling a little bit more of my length slip in her. God, it felt incredible, so tight and hot around the end of my cock. I desperately wanted to push my full length into her and feel that tight ass surround me, but I didn't want to hurt her. "Ohhhh!" she cried out. "Does that hurt?" I asked, concerned. "Yes- a little, but it feels good too, I...I don't know..." she said. I held still for a bit until I felt her start to relax once more. Then I began to move my hips, easing a short amount more of my cock in her. "Yeah..." she breathed, "Oh, yes... that's better...that does feel good. Oh, go slow... Ohhh, yesss." "Does my cock feel good in your ass?" I asked. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, "Yes it does." I continued this for a while, cautiously moving my hips, watching her to be sure she was ok. My heart was pounding in my chest from the excitement. I was afraid that she would tell me to stop at any moment. She was breathing heavily, crying out softly when she suddenly surprised me by moaning, "Ohhh...Fuck me- fuck my ass..." I moved back and forth a bit more, not sure if I was actually sliding in or out, but not really caring as it felt so good. "Yess," She said. "Oh that feels good, do it to me, fuck my ass..." I couldn't believe it. I had wanted this for so long and finally my gorgeous wife was on her knees, moaning and begging me to fuck her ass. She was my fantasy come true. I didn't care that I wasn't fully in her, the feeling was amazing and the fact that she was begging me to do it just intensified things. I kept slowly pumping her, losing myself in the sensation of her tight ass clamped around my cock, listening to her moans of pleasure... I didn't want to stop, but all good things must end. "Oh, I think I'm done." she suddenly said. "Yeah?" I asked. "Oh yeah," was her definite reply. I slipped my cock out of her and she gasped with relief and a little chuckle as she dropped flat on the bed. "Be right back!" I said and quickly ran into the bathroom where I grabbed a washcloth and soap and quickly washed off my cock. I hurried back into the bedroom to find my wife on her back, idly stroking her pussy with one hand. She was so beautiful, the light from the candle playing over her naked body. She slid her other hand along her belly to her small, firm breast, caressing the bottom of it and then gently pinching the nipple. She knew how hot that made me. She gave me a lazy smile, her blue eyes shining. I lay at her side and took the nipple she was playing with in my mouth, gently sucking and nibbling at it the way she liked. "Mmm..." she sighed contentedly. I gave it one last lick and moved down with my head near her thighs and asked, "Did you like getting fucked like that? Did you like my cock in your ass?" as I grinned at her. "Yes," she said. "I really did. But now I really need you to fuck my pussy." She spread her legs for me and I put my face between her thighs and once again began licking her dripping wet cunt. "Ahhhh!" she moaned as I lapped at her clit. I took a glass dildo that we had been saving for just the right occasion from the bedside and slipped it into her pussy. "OH!" She yelped. "Oh, that's cold! OH! Oh but it's nice...oooh Ohhhhh! Yes!" She groaned as I began fucking her with the hard glass cock. I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit as I pumped it in and out of her faster and faster. "Yes, oh yes, fuck me- that feels so good! Fuck meee..." she demanded. She suddenly gasped, "No...No more-I want your cock," she pleaded, "please give me your cock." I slid the dildo out and got between her legs, slipping my cock into her once again, pulling a long, low groan out of her as I entered her. I fucked her slowly, sliding easily in and out of her wet pussy. She held my face in her hands, and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and whispered, "Yes, that feels so good." She closed her eyes and put her head back on the pillow, enjoying the feel of my cock pumping her. I loved watching her as I stroked my hard cock in and out of her, seeing the pleasure I was giving her reflected in her face. She opened her eyes and said, "Do you want me on top for a while?" I smiled and pulled out, lying on my back. She climbed on top of me and slid my cock slowly into her, slipping down a little at a time taking my shaft in bit by bit, teasing me. She finally settled her hips down on to me with a little wriggle. I looked up at my wife, my gaze held on her lovely face, with her blue eyes and perky button nose, and my hands reached up to cup the swell of her small perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples swollen and hard. I slid them down over her stomach, caressing her sensuously rounded little belly, to her sweet neatly trimmed pussy. I moved my hands to her thighs feeling their strength beneath her silky skin. She leaned back with her hands on my thighs pushing her hips forward and began to ride my cock, sliding herself up and down. Each time she slid her pussy up my shaft, she gave my cock a squeeze at the top with her inner muscles, making me gasp with pleasure. Dessert It felt amazing, as if her pussy was sucking on the end of my cock each time. I watched it slide in and out of her pussy, mesmerized by the swollen pink lips around my shaft, moaning every time she tightened around me. "You like that, baby?" she asked. "Oh, God, yes!" I groaned. She smiled, enjoying her control over me. She rode me for a while longer, teasing me with her pussy and then leaned forward, lowering her breasts to my face- I reached down to take her ass in my hands and began pumping my hips off the bed, my cock pistoning up into her. "Ahhhh!" she cried, as she buried her face along my neck. I pumped her hard and fast, my hands gripping her firm ass. "Oh, that's so good!" she cried, "Ohhh yesss!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tight as she rode my cock, crying out over and over with each thrust, her breath coming in hot gasps in my ear. Suddenly she lifted her head up and said, "I want to go on my stomach...fuck me from behind...I need you to fuck me hard." I smiled and nodded, then kissed her once more. She got off of me, sliding me out of her pussy and lay flat on her stomach on the bed next to me, her legs spread. I ran my hand down her back over the swell of her ass enjoying the feel of it under my hand for a moment and then got between her legs. I slipped my cock into her from behind pushing the length of it into her hot cunt. She closed her legs below me, with mine now straddling hers, engulfing my cock in her pussy, her absolute favorite position. I began fucking her, thrusting into her from behind. She reacted immediately, screaming "OH GODDDD...AHHH! OH YES! THAT'S IT, BABY! FUCK ME!" I pounded her hard, loving the feeling of her tight ass bunched up under my hips. "Ohhh yess! That's the spot! Fuck my pussy!" she cried, her excitement growing as she groaned out each word, "Fuck...my...tight...wet...pussy!" She was lost in pleasure, her head rolling back and forth, hips bucking, her hands clutching at the sheet as she screamed over and over, "FuckmefuckmefuckmeohgodFUCKMEEEE!" I furiously thrust my hard cock again and again into her slick, hot cunt, my hips slapping against her ass, her cries ringing in my ears. I knew I couldn't last much longer, I felt it churning deep in my balls, the tingling pleasure along my shaft. "Oh god, babe, I'm gonna cum!" I said. "Yes...yes, cum baby, I want to feel you cum in my pussy!" she gasped. I pumped her a few more times and could hold back no longer. With one last thrust I pushed my cock deep, burying myself to the base, as far as I could into her tight, hot cunt and cried out as I came. My cock exploded in her, pulsing over and over again, and I felt the exquisite release as I poured myself, my love, my soul into her, everything I had flowing into this beautiful sexy woman. "Yesssss." she groaned, pushing her pussy back against my hips, milking the last drops from me. I collapsed onto her back, bringing my arms down around her as I rolled to the side, rolling her along with me, my cock still hard in her. I reached around and cupped her breast in my hand, kissing the nape of her damp neck. "You're amazing." I whispered in her ear. "I love you." She said. "I love you, too, baby." I replied softly. I held her that way, feeling my cock begins to soften and slip out of her as we drifted off to sleep. We were completely exhausted, spent, and blessedly content. Dessert All through dinner she's been wearing nothing but leopardskin bra and panties. I watch her tan body, firm, hard and feel my breath shorten. After supper i relax on the sofa, listen to music, until she leans over the sofa above me and kisses down my forehead, down my face. She opens my shirt and continues to kiss down my chest, her breasts over my face, small but very firm. She kisses all the way down to my belt, undoes it, continues to undo my trousers, and kisses me through my boxers. It takes her no time to make me erect. She pulls my boxers down with her teeth and releases me. As she's doing this I'm gently pulling down her panties, reaching over my head to bring them down over her calves, and as I bring my hands back up they gently spread her legs. I run my hands along the back of her legs, which are stretched right out behind me, so I can feel the strain at the back of her knees, and draw my finger very slowly up the back of her thighs. She's got me in her mouth now, very gently but firmly, her lips making an 'O' ring around the head of my cock, right up against the head where it's most sensitive, making me gently thrust up to be deeper inside her mouth. I can feel her tongue running around the crown. My hands make their way up to the top of her thighs, running slowly over her cheeks, drawing a finger down over the dimple, into the crack, and then very slowly across her lips, but not opening her yet. She starts slightly at this and makes a mewing sound. I do it again and again and she starts to twist a little. We slide gently onto the floor and she kneels over my head, so I can reach up and trace her pussy lips, over her trimmed bush, and gently run my index finger up and down, still not entering her. She starts to rub my cock with one hand, twisting slowly, with a firm grip; I'm raising my hips off the floor, not in control of this; I just want to be taken. I need the heat. Finally i ease a finger into her, and immediately feel her wetness. I trace a line over her clitoris, and make a little wet circle around it, teasing it. At this, she starts to mew louder, a sound like a baby's dreaming. Her hips raise and fall onto my finger in small thrusts and she tightens her legs about my head, urging my mouth higher. I reach out with my tongue to just touch her lips, ever so gently, then flick over them quickly but lightly before easing my tongue inside her to replace my finger. She thrusts more slowly but deeply against me, grinding her hips in a circle about my tongue; and this movement opens her pussy up further, exposing more wetness. I run my tongue all the way along her, deliberately flattening my tongue to rasp over her clit; she bucks each time I do this. But I'm feeling a pressure deep behind my balls, and I know she'll make me come in her mouth if I don't stop her, so I pull my head back, lift her head from my cock. There will be time to come in her mouth later. I want to see her sit on me, watch her pussy envelop my cock slowly. She turns to sit astride me, lifts herself over my straining pole, grasps it and draws the head back and forth over her clitoris, masturbating herself using me. It almost hurts because I'm so hard my cock won't bend enough. I grab her by the hips, gently press down. Her hands shift lower to hold the very base of my cock and she guides it to the right place, and I watch it disappear so slowly into her, until there's no light between us, no space, and I am as deep as I can be inside her. She leans back, making the head of my cock rub against her G spot as she raises and lowers herself back onto me. I can only feel heat and a perfect glove-like fit grasping my cock all round. I reach up to trace circles around her nipples as she rides, not touching the swollen buds yet, just dancing around and around, drawing fingers around her breasts, lifting them, weighing them; and finally wetting my fingertip and running it over her each hard nub of flesh, watch them stiffen even more, the skin pucker around each one, until they're hard like little thimbles. She's starting to gasp, making unintelligible sounds, occasionally a drawn out "yesssssss" as she sinks back onto my cock, and short sharp "ohs" as she draws herself up and feels the suction grow around my cock. I watch her lips cling to my cock as she does this. she knows I love watching this, and slowly turns herself round, swinging her legs over me, until she's facing away from me and I can see my cock clearly and her wetness clinging to it. Her gasps are getting louder and now unintelligible words are tumbling out in between her intakes of breath. I watch her reach for a nipple with one hand to pinch it hard, and she starts to bounce, really hard, down on me. Now she's saying "no, no, no", as she starts to get really close to coming. She tries to stop herself as well, to slow down, but she can't give this up, she knows she's going to come - she doesn't want to but she's desperate to at the same time. And she knows I will come after her this time. I know how close she is, and I'm going to be right behind her. She throws her head back, still whining "no no no". I have to reach to her hips and try to stop her, but she turns her head to face me and all I can see is desperation, animal hunger: "I can't.... I need...." and finally she swears "fuck fuck fuck". I feel her thighs start to shudder. she's become so wet we make squishing noises as our bodies come together, a slap of her thighs and cheeks against my hips and groin. I can see her juices all down my cock as she rises, her shuddering has become more rapid, like an earthquake, and her hands are not so steady now in holding her up. Her arms are shaking, her cries of "no no no" are beginning to meld together into an "ooooo" as she rises and falls on my cock. Her musical "ooooo" begins to rise. I start to thrust into her - so far she has done all the work - slowly at first but quickly increasing the tempo, and she increases the speed of her thrusts too. Now I feel her pussy begin to pulse, to contract and her cries suddenly stop, the shudders take over, and she stops thrusting. She's concentrating fiercely, willing her orgasm to last, to become more intense. I'm still thrusting into her; I've taken over, as she's shaking, totally in thrall, until finally she breathes out with a gusty "AHHHH", and sobs for air. I slow down, feeling a warm marble of intense buzzing at the base of my cock, moving slowly upwards and spreading throughout my groin. I stop, gently lift her off and help her lie down next to me, and then I move between her legs, rubbing my cock, ready to come into her. She reaches down and guides me in, holding me hard, rubbing over my hands. Her eyes are still closed, breathing hard. She reaches under my leg and brings her hand up to caress my balls.. so gently so softly and it's like she's put a vice around my groin and all I can feel is the same desperation, the same need for release. Her hands caress up and down along my cock from behind, and I feel the buzz spread, moving so fast out from my groin to take over my whole body, and it almost hurts. My orgasm starts and I'm frozen: suddenly I can't move, I'm living and breathing this thing, and my cock has swollen to twice its size, with every nerve shooting fireworks; the orgasm builds, and I'm almost desperate to start coming, to stop the buzz and the near-pain. I need to shoot, I need to come now. And suddenly my body arches towards hers. my cock is hurling fireworks, pulses of come into her. I'm not in control of my cock, my hips, my eyes, my mouth. I'm grunting, I'm bucking, I'm gasping and all the time my sperm is flying... the vice-grip around my balls starts to fade, and I dare not move; I dare not breathe in case it's too painful Finally my body releases from its frozen state: I can move my head, I can open my eyes. My cock jerks, once, twice more and I feel the last of my come ebb into her. The buzz has died away, but my cock is still so sensitive I can't move it in her yet. Long minutes pass until she gently reaches up to grasp my shoulders and pull me close - for a split second there's huge pain and then my cock is released from its spell. And I only see a kaleidoscope of color, of sense, of panoramic emotions as I cling to her for safety. Dessert... Dessert (2 vignettes and a filet) 1.) Gunslinger "I'm sorry, but no one eats dessert anymore," Rollo moaned as the man folded his white jacket. "It's this health craze," almost pleading, "or they're just too full after dinner." The man laid the jacket on the table and took off his hat. "I got him to put something extra on it," Rollo said, handing him a check. "Kinda like a dessert," the man said, smiling sadly. Rollo tilted his head, "Yeah, kinda like that." He noticed the man's hand extended toward him. Rollo gently took it and shook. "See ya around." The café door closed and the latch caught with a faint click. Through the tinted glass, Rollo watched him walk toward the road. "Dammit Rollo, the guy was good. Did you ever taste any of his desserts?" "Of course I did Claire, I didn't wanna do this." "Then why did you?" she asked, folding a strand of red hair back over her ear. Rollo could see the graying roots and wondered why she bothered with the dye: everyone knew her age. Hell, all of them were getting up there. "Johnny told me I had to cut back, and nobody eats dessert anymore. Hell, what was I to do? I can't get rid of Pete; he's been here longer than you. And Alan? You want me to can Alan?" "No, of course not... it's... it's just not right." "Face it Claire, it's a dying art." They looked out the window at a dark silhouette walking into the sunset. 2.) Short Order Edward sat at the counter, swiveling back and forth, trying to remember the last couple of days. He watched the short order cook at the grille. Edward winced each time the cook slapped another burger on the grille. "Howdy, I'm Jake," the cook said, wiping his hand across his tee-shirt and reaching towards Edward. "Hi, I'm... John, John Burn," Edward said, watching smoke billowing from the grille. "Trudy says you're lookin' to do some cookin'," Jake grinned, nodding over at the waitress. "Where'd you been workin'?" "A restaurant back in Jackson, they laid me off." "Say no more, I understand," he said, turning back to the grille. Edward winced as Jake roughly flipped the burgers. He wondered how someone like himself, who actually knew the infinite tenderness of an egg puree, could consider 'flippin' burgers'. Vaguely remembering a face and the fear in the eyes as they slowly went cloudy Edward stared at the grill and flexed his sore fingers. "John... John?" "Yeah... Sorry," he said. "Back in Jackson I was a dessert chef." "A dessert chef? Well I guess you can handle a grille. Besides, I'd do anything to get back to normal." "Normal?" "Yeah, guy who used to cook here got murdered couple days ago." Feeling an ache in his hands, Edward asked, "How?" "Strangled. Police figure a jealous husband or something. Strange story... Anyway, when'll you be ready to start?" "In the morning?" Jake smiled, "6:30 sharp, Trudy will let you in." Edward took Jake's extended hand. "See you tomorrow." Standing just outside, Edward felt his hand begin trembling. 3.) Cooking Class "Within all kitchens we face inherent dangers," Edward said, "we grow complacent, often forgetting hidden hazards." He paused, looking at his co-workers sitting in a semicircle around the prep table. "Obvious dangers include the griddle, the grease vat and hot utensils. Additionally, we work with all sorts of knives, any of which, if misused can severely injure someone." Edward surveyed the staff, making sure they paid close attention as he talked. "It's important we maintain a safe workplace. I'm sure Jake, here, can appreciate this." Edward stared at each of them until they nodded. "Any questions?" "Ah, excellent, I'll begin the filet work," he continued. Sliding the knife between meat and skin, neatly cutting it away, he heard an audible gasp. Quickly looking up, he whispered to them, "It's okay, the knife's sharp enough to safely make this cut." He wiped his hands and showed them, "See, no cuts. The secret's to have a sharp knife and work slowly." He smiled as they nodded. "Our goal," Edward said, nodding at Jake, "is to maintain a safe, but productive workplace. I've shown Jake my expertise and we agreed I should teach you. I think we can make this diner into a first-class restaurant." "Once I finish the filet cuts here, we can work on the marinade," he said stripping the skin off Jake's thigh. "Do you remember what I said earlier about the marinade?" He paused, looking at his students. He wondered if the knots he used on them were the safest. Dessert I wrote this little ditty, changing the location a bit, in the basement library room of the Fair View Lodge in Mesa Verde National Park while waiting for my turn on the hotel's computer that had an Internet connection. I tapped out the story while watching a mouse scurry from under one bookcase to the next. I'd just returned from dinner in the inn's Metate restaurant, where I saw a chattering matron getting less attention from her boy toy than he was giving a flamboyantly obvious waiter. Hope you enjoy the bit of fluff. * It had been a grueling six-hour drive from their last stop on Sheila Worthington's nostalgic sweep around the region in which she had grown up before leaving for New York, a chorus line, and then a succession of well-heeled husbands, all of whom heeled over themselves during the past parade of decades. As Dominic maneuvered the Jaguar around the last hairpin turn and turned into the long upward-incline drive up to the resort hotel that wound around the peak of the mountain overlooking a large lake and several lakeshore communities, Sheila sighed and said, "Let's go ahead and eat at the hotel restaurant right after checking in. When I get to the room, I want to sleep the sleep of the dead." "Sounds good to me," Dominic said, forming a charming smile on his pouting-lipped chiseled face and tossing a black curl out of his eye. And indeed it did sound good to him. He'd felt like he'd been on a tight leash for several days of the trip now. Sheila was OK, and she paid him well to drive her on this trip—and for other driving services—but, boy could the old babe talk. She'd yakked incoherently for the last two hundred miles about people he barely knew—and felt little loss at not knowing well—at the tennis club where she'd picked him up, dazzled him with an overstuffed pocketbook, bedded him, and planted him in her pool house. When they approached the hostess desk at the restaurant, the host gave them a well-trained gaze and assessed them as money and boy toy hunk. He could see that the woman was nearly spent. She was tall and thin and had been quite a looker twenty years earlier, but now her high-fashion clothes looked a bit rumpled, her heavily applied makeup was beginning to droop, and not every starched hair on her head was behaving. And the hunk, a steamy Latin who looked every bit the nicely muscled tennis pro he really was, looked tight as a stretched rubber band and ready to spring in some direction or other in frustration. He'd also given the host an up-and-down look of speculation that the host had long ago identified as possible sexual interest. Dominic's eyes met those of the host, while Sheila rattled off somewhat catty—but quite accurate—comments on the over-the-top Western style décor of the restaurant perched high over the lake below, the vistas provided being the establishment's best feature—and the host gave Dominic a knowing look that permitted Dominic the slight escape valve of being able to roll his eyes in a "women, what can you do with them?" fashion. With a thought not only to the preferences of his fellow workers but also, he thought, to the preferences and needs of this Latin stud standing before him, the host picked up two menus and a wine list and said, "Come with me, please, I have just the table for you." It was a very nice table by the window overlooking the vista—which Dominic latched his attention on while Sheila talked about the impossibly spoiled frou-frou dog her friend, Maurine, had just acquired. "You'd think that anyone with white rugs and white furniture—all white décor—would think twice about getting a high-strung Pomeranian that . . ." Dominic didn't so much see the mountainside tumbling charmingly below him to the edge of the lake as that, looking out of the window, he didn't see Sheila with her mouth flapping as she devoured a hunk of pita bread like a cougar having its last meal. And this, of course, was why he was gazing so intently out of the window. "Wine, beer, or me?" "Excuse me?" Dominic said, as he turned. There was his waiter standing beside his chair, talking down just to him and smiling. Sheila was lost in her rambling of all of the cleaning supplies Maurine had tried thus far without success. For the first time Dominic noticed their waiter, who he now remembered as the young man who showed up after the host had said, "Sandy will be your waiter. He'll take good care of you," and then had smiled and wafted off. Sandy. Yes, Dominic could see where the lad had gotten that name. He was a redhead, although it took Dominic a minute for the "he" to register. The voice had been male, if a bit squeaky, but looking closely at his waiter now, Dominic could see that the rest of it was some sort of question mark. He was small of body and wore black tailored trousers and a tuxedo shirt with a ruffle. And he was standing there, hands on hips and slightly bent at the side that Dominic thought of as a "Bette Davis" stance. All he needed was a long cigarette holder in one hand and he'd slip all the way over into the Tallulah Bankhead pose. His face was made up. It was subtle, but he unmistakably was wearing red lipstick. His hair wasn't long on top, but it was slicked back in an obviously carefully considered "do," and there where long curls over his ears at each side. He was looking at Dominic with an "I just could eat you up" expression in his eyes. Dominic looked over to Sheila, but she had moved on to rambling about the mistake her friend Dorothy had made in the choice of a tennis outfit or her latest husband. Dominic couldn't gather which it was, and his noncommittal mutterings of ascent seemed to satisfy her and keep her motor running. Throughout the service, Dominic could tell that the waiter, Sandy, could hardly keep his hands off him and, indeed, he did brush by awfully closely from time to time. But it wasn't just the waiter, Sandy. Quite frequently, far more frequently than even a famished camel would require, another waiter came by their table, water pitcher in hand, offering to fill Dominic's full glass, with a broad smile or taking away plates one by one when he could have managed all in one trip. This young man was more substantial and a good bit less swishy than Sandy was. He was a tall, well-built black guy, probably a couple of years older than Sandy—and not more than five years younger than Dominic himself. He was wearing one earring, and his moves were those of a dancer—not nearly as pronounced and given to a fling of the hips as Sandy's were, but in a manner that Dominic knew well—and that he found arousing, having frequented a certain gay club often in relief from the duty his pocketbook required of servicing middle-aged women—and men—at the tennis club. Dominic could tell just by the way that the young black waiter looked at him, that he was interested as well. And keyed up as Dominic was—all this time on the road with Sheila and no opportunity to pursue the variety of sex he was addicted to—made Dominic go hard and begin to fantasize what he'd like to do with one of these waiters—or both. At the end of the meal, both Sandy and the black waiter's assistant were standing there, by the table, while Sheila was taking time out from her monologue of society in the town she'd said she wanted to escape for a while, to mull the , finally deciding on the crème brȗlée. Sandy turned to Dominic with a smile. "And you, sir? What would strike your fancy? We have a special on strawberry shortcake and also on chocolate cake." "I'm not sure I can decide," Dominic said, with a winning smile of his own. "They both sound so enticing." Both amused and aroused, Dominic had caught on to the double entendres the waiter named Sandy had been dropping. The black waiter's assistant hadn't said anything during the meal, but Dominic was all the more intrigued by him because of that. "Oooo, I love your accent," Sandy gushed. "And such a rich, deep, masculine tone. Are you from Mount Olympus?" "No. I'm Spanish," Dominic answered with a laugh. "We don't have a Mount Olympus. Our people are earthy, not heavenly." He could double entendre too, Dominic mused. "Oooo, that makes me tingle; it just takes my breath away." Sandy preened, fanning his face with a dessert menu. "Well, if you can't decide, then by all means have both, sir. And after dinner may I recommend our side rooftop terrace for an after-dinner delight drink and gazing at the stairs in our clear sky here. It's really quite private." "I'm much too tired for anything after dinner," Sheila said. All three men turned and stared at her. There had been no warning that Sheila had cut off her monologue and was now paying any level of attention to what they were saying. She had made her statement with a completely innocent face, though, and hadn't followed up with anything but her own preference for sleep rather than any after-dinner activities, so the two waiters dropped back a step and went invisible, leaving it to Dominic to pick up the conversation with her. "Well, we'll just get you settled in the room then, and I'll bring my laptop back to the library they have here and check my e-mails and do some catching up," Dominic answered with a concerned voice. "You get your rest, Sheila. We have another 250 miles to drive tomorrow afternoon." Less than twenty minutes later, Chocolate Cake knelt between Dominic's thighs on the rooftop terrace and gave Dominic's nicely proportioned cock expert suck, while Dominic held Strawberry Shortcake at his side, a hand on Sandy's buttocks with fingers snaking into his channel and his other hand stroking Sandy's pert little cock. Sandy was making little high-pitched babbling sounds, which Dominic stopped by taking the little waiter's lips in his, forcing them open with his tongue, and swabbing Sandy's tonsils. Strawberry Shortcake panted and whimpered as Chocolate Cake reached over and pulled his trousers and briefs off his legs and then held Dominic's cock erect and steady as Dominic lifted Strawberry Shortcake up and turned him around and swung his leg over Dominic's lap. Together, Dominic and Chocolate Cake settled Strawberry Shortcake on Dominic's cock as Sandy writhed and babbled a range of contradictory short, breathy statements: "slow, slow, slow, hurry, all of you. Oh god, god, oh god. You'll kill me. Yes, yes, yes." Together, Dominic and Chocolate Cake, with Dominic palming and spreading Strawberry Shortcake's butt cheeks and Chocolate Cake holding Sandy at his waist, lifted and lowered him on the full length of Dominic's cock until he stopped writhing and started to moan and beg for the fuck. Dominic stood then and walked slowly around the terrace, raising and lowering Strawberry Shortcake on his cock, while the young redhead clung to his midsection and groaned and gasped—and, in short order, fountained his ejaculation. Then Dominic gently lowered the red head to the deck of the terrace and turned, strongly erect still, not himself in flow, not yet satisfied, opting now for chocolate cake for dessert. Chocolate Cake stood and turned fully toward Dominic, smiled, leaned his rump back on a terrace table, and started to unbuckle his belt. Dominic strode deliberately toward Chocolate, giving him time to drop his trousers. And, that done, he moved faster, grabbed Chocolate roughly—as Chocolate laughed a hearty laugh—turned him belly down on the top of the table, used one hand to establish purchase of his cock head inside Chocolate's gaping hole and used the other hand to lock one of Chocolate's arms behind his back. "Yes, yes, Fuck me hard!" Chocolate cried out in a rich baritone—the first thing Dominic had heard him say all evening—as Dominic slammed his cock up inside Chocolate's wide channel. This was the tension reliever Dominic wanted. This was what would unwind him from all those miles on the winding mountain roads today "yes maming" and "no maming" Sheila's inane conversation. And Chocolate Cake, well muscled and sturdy and robust, cried out that he wanted him rough and deep—and with pneumatic force. Dominic leaned his torso down over Chocolate's back, CC threw his free hand back and laced it around Dominic's neck, and they turned their faces to each other in a deep kiss as Dominic pumped, pumped, pumped. Strawberry Shortcake moved behind Dominic and grabbed and squeezed his butt cheeks and helped maintain the rhythm of the fuck. Chocolate Cake also was helping, essentially fucking himself on Dominic's cock with long backward thrusts of his hips. All three cried out as Dominic came. He backed up and plopped down in a chair, while Chocolate Cake turned and lifted Strawberry Shortcake up, laid him down on his back on the table top, slapped the little red head's legs aside, thrust his own hard cock inside the channel Dominic had so recently reamed for him, and started to fuck him with a frenzy that had the little red head sliding back and forth on the surface of the table. After a short breather, Dominic approached Chocolate from the rear again and Dominic fucked Chocolate Cake while fucked Strawberry Shortcake, bringing on a triple ejaculation. Sheila was already asleep when Dominic came into the hotel room and climbed into bed that night. But half way through the night she was rested enough to nudge Dominic onto his back and fondle his cock and balls enough for him to attain an erection in a half-awake state, and then she mounted him. Exhausted, Dominic let Sheila drive. The next morning, a now-fully alert Sheila, a sleepy and nearly hobbling Dominic in tow, arrived all cheery smiles and gushing accolades in the hotel dining room for breakfast. Once again a more-than-eager Sandy was their waiter, backed up by a big-smiling black assistant waiter. As their breakfast was coming to an end and Sheila was babbling about how she wanted to change the curtains in her living room, Sandy leaned down and said sotto voce to Dominic, "Would you have time after breakfast for some dessert, sir? The roof terrace is a great place for dessert and coffee in the morning." Chocolate Cake was standing behind him, looking ever so hopeful. Dominic raised his eyes, a response on his lips that no doubt would be a classic, but that has been lost to history. Sheila suddenly stopped running at the mouth, and in a clear, steady, not unfriendly tone, said. "I wouldn't suggest two this morning, dear heart. If you must, I'd suggest just the chocolate cake. It looks more substantial. I was rather hoping we'd indulge in our own dessert of fine old port and cheddar cheese when we returned to the room—and what I was served last night was a little limp from too many sweets." Dessert DESSERT My wife had made plans to visit her Mom and Dad during the Labour Day holiday and planned on staying over the entire weekend. As Labour Day fell on a Monday, I was scheduled to work so I could not go with her. My wife was leaving on Friday which meant I had the weekend off to myself. I was looking forward to two full days of uninterrupted Porn and beating my meat! I have mentioned in a previous story that my wife was extremely religious; she doesn't drink or smoke and goes to church every Sunday. She diffidently doesn't condone porn and would be appalled if she knew what I was looking at on the internet. The new guy at work, I will call him Jim, found out I had the weekend to myself and invited me over for dinner on Saturday night. I really did not want to go as this was my prime 'beating my meat' time on the net. I really looked forward to these special times to look at porn and not worry about getting caught by the wife. However, several people were standing around when Jim asked me so I felt compelled to say yes. My wife left on Friday and I spent that night getting drunk, beating my cock, and chatting on sex sites until about 3 am. I was a bit hung over the next morning, but at least I didn't have the wife around to preach at me about drunkenness. Jim told me dinner was about 7pm but that I was welcome to come as early as I liked. Jim had just started at work and I did not know a lot about him. He had mentioned being married, but other than that I knew nothing. I pulled into Jim's driveway at about 6pm and was impressed with the large two story house. It was set up on a semi-rural property and had a massive back yard. When I knocked on the door a stunning blonde answered the door. I was a bit taken back because Jim never really spoke too much about his wife and I did not anticipate him having a model quality wife. She was wearing a medium length, peach coloured summer dress that stopped just above the knee. She had shoulder length straight blonde hair, lovely long legs and appeared to have a great set of tits! My cock began to harden then and there just looking at her. I mumbled a hello and handed her a bottle of wine. I hoped she didn't notice me staring at her. Jim appeared at the front door and said, 'I see you have met my wife Jennifer, now stop ogling her and come on inside'. Jennifer giggled and I could feel my face getting bright red as we walked inside. Jim showed me the back yard which boasted swimming pool and a hot tub. After showing me around Jim started cooking lamb chops on the grill and offered me a beer. We stood around chatting, drinking beer, and keeping my sunglasses on so I could stare at Jim's hot wife. Jim kept teasing me as he knew I was impressed with her. I told Jim, 'sorry but your wife is so fucking hot'. Jennifer came outside and began to set a small round outdoor table for dinner. I could clearly see the outline of her very skimpy g string as she leaned over the table. I could just visualize me bending Jennifer over the table and slamming my hard cock into her as Jim continued to cook on the grill. I must have zoned out for a bit staring at her, because I was startled when my ass received a sudden slap followed by a hard squeeze to my ass cheeks. I spun around to find Jim standing there with a big grin on his face. 'You were staring again' he said laughing at me. 'It's ok though everyone stars at her' he said. I didn't mind the slap on the ass, but I couldn't believe he squeezed my ass. I hoped Jim couldn't see my hardening cock in my jeans as we continued to stare at his wife. We both continued to ogle Jennifer as she set the table. Jim asked, 'I bet you would love to fuck my wife right about now, wouldn't you'? N n no of course not I stuttered, shocked at the question. I wondered if I had offended him. I said, I do apologize Jim if I offended you, it's just my wife is so strict and I find it hard to control myself when I am around someone who flaunts their beauty as much as your wife. So you don't want to fuck her then, Jim asked again. Ah ah of course not I replied, turning to face him. Jim suddenly reached over and grabbed my crotch and squeezed my hardening cock through my jeans! Jim laughed, 'I think you're lying, he said, squeezed my cock again. I didn't know if he was serious or not. I was shocked! I have never had a guy grab and squeeze my cock before, even if it was through my jeans. My cock responded to his squeeze hardening even more, making a clear outline in my jeans. Jim released his grip on my crotch and then rubbed the outline of my cock a couple of times with the palm of his hand. See even your own cock says you're lying, Jim said laughing at me again. I was frozen to the spot not knowing how to respond when Jennifer thankfully came to the rescue. You boys need another beer she yelled out at us. Yes please I said a little too loud. Jennifer walked up to us and handed us each a beer and noticed Jim grinning widely. What is my husband grinning at she asked? Is he giving you a hard time she giggled? Jim is always embarrassing his guests for some reason, but I never know why. I turned toward the grill so she wouldn't see my raging hard on in my jeans. Oh he was just telling me about something at work I lied. Those chops look done, let's hurry up and eat, Jennifer said. I couldn't get to the table fast enough so I could hide my hard cock from her view. As we sat down to the small table I hoped I could get through the meal without getting caught staring at Jennifer. Jennifer sat to my left and Jim to my right. We raised our glasses and toasted Labour Day. I glanced over at Jennifer as I took a drink of wine and noticed the clear outline of her now hard nipples through her dress. Damn, just what my cock needed. I realized it was getting noticeably cooler outside. I looked over at Jim and he winked at me acknowledging that he had caught me looking at his wife. Jim astonished me ever further by saying, 'Jennifer you are nipping out! It looks like you are happy with our new guest.' I tried not to stare as Jennifer looked down at her hard nipples. I guess I am she laughed, playfully rubbing them through her dress. I must have turned red, because Jennifer said sorry for embarrassing you. That's ok I love to see hard nipples as I eat I replied, winking at Jim. I finished eating, but did not want to get up as my cock was still rock hard from all the nipple action during dinner. I leaned back in my chair, taking another drink of wine when I suddenly felt a warm hand on my crotch. I felt the hand gently caress and squeeze my rock hard cock through my jeans. Fuck it felt great! I looked at Jim who was staring at me grinning. I noticed his left hand was not in view. I then looked at Jennifer, who was draining her wine glass with her left hand, but her right hand was not in view. I prayed it was her hand playing with my cock! Did you enjoy dinner, Jim asked? It was great, thank you for having me over I replied. Oh it was our pleasure, Jim and Jennifer said at almost the same time. I felt another hard squeeze to my cock. Would you like some dessert, Jennifer asked. Damn, who was playing with my cock? No thank you I said, I am stuffed. I felt the hand leave my cock and just in time as I thought I was going to cum right there. I desperately needed relief, but didn't dare stand up. I grabbed my empty plate, standing up and holding the plate near my crotch to hide my hard on. I hurried into the kitchen before they could stop me. I placed my plate in the sink and rushed to the bathroom. I shut the door and dropped my jeans right there in front of the mirror. I grabbed my raging cock and began to furiously stroke it. I could see pre-cum dripping off my cock. I knew I would cum soon, but was suddenly interrupted by a pounding on the door. Are you ok? I heard Jim ask. Yes I said I just needed to use the bathroom. I pulled up my jeans and stuffed my still hard cock into them. I pulled out my shirt letting it hang over my crotch to hide my hard on. I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back into the kitchen noticing no one was there. I walked outside and still didn't see anyone and I began to wonder where Jim and Jennifer had gone. Over here I heard Jennifer call. I turned and noticed that they were now sitting in the hot tub. The tub was bubbling away and I could only see there neck and heads. The rest of their body were submerged. Don't be shy jump in Jim said. I don't have swimmers I said. Don't be a prude, just jump in with your undies on Jennifer said. I shed my shirt, wrapped a towel around my waist, and then took off my jeans. Look whose shy Jim and Jennifer both said, teasing me. Yea whatever I replied, thankful they hadn't noticed my hard on. The hot tub was small and only built for 3 or 4 people and Jim and Jennifer were sitting opposite each other. I shed my towel and quickly slipped into the tub before they could notice and trying not to bump either of them. Wow! This is nice, warm and cosy I stated as I slid all the way into the tub. Jim reached over, pouring me another glass of wine and handed it to me. I took a drink and noticed I was getting a bit drunk from all the beer and wine I had drank. I relaxed in the tub and I noticed that my cock finally began to soften a bit. Jennifer surprised me by saying, 'Jim tells me your wife is quit the prude and that she never has any fun? I don't know about that I said, but she is so religious. She would never drink or get into a hot tub with just under wear on with guest. She would die of shock. Jennifer slid closer to Jim, putting her arm around him and said, 'we have lots of fun in this tub, don't we darling? Jim leaned in and kissed his wife hard on the lips, I could see his tongue slip into her mouth. I heard Jennifer moan softly as Jim plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth. My cock began to harden again as I stared at them. I took another drink and then felt a hand land on my bare thigh under the water. The hand slid up my thigh, slipping under the loose end of my boxers, and grasping my hard cock. I felt the fingers wrap around my cock and squeeze softly. My cock jumped and I fought to keep from moaning outloud. I leaned back and was shocked when I discovered that Jennifer was holding Jim's face with 'both' of her hands as they continued to snog each other. 'I was getting a hand job from a man!' I thought to myself. I was so horny that I didn't care anymore. I was now determined to get a piece of Jennifer's ass and now! I reached over to place my hands on her hard tits, but the phone rang suddenly. Jim and Jennifer broke their kiss and Jennifer said, oh that's my mom, she always calls at this time. Jennifer slowly climbed out of the tub. I noticed she didn't have a bra on and that the nipples on her large C Cup size tits were rock hard. In fact the only thing she was wearing was the tiny spaghetti g string. The g string barely covered her completely shaven pussy and I noticed the string was so tight that her pussy lips were bulging out on both sides. Sorry guys, Jennifer said and ran over to the answer the phone by the pool. I just stared at her as she spoke on the phone and noticed her rubbing her nipples. I realised the hand was still stroking my hard cock. Fuck, Jim is stroking my cock! My brain yelled to itself. You like my wife's pussy and tits? Jim asked suddenly. Oh Yes! I moaned as I stared over at Jim's wife as he stroked my cock. Jim slid closer to me and placed both hands on the hem of my boxers and slid them off under the water. He suddenly leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. His tongue was so long I felt it swirle around my tongue and nearly to back of my throat. I felt his hand squeeze and stroke my cock as he kissed me deeply. I tried to resist at first, but Jim just pressed me into the side of the hot tub and kissed me even harder. I felt my hand reach up and around Jim's back and pull him into me! Fuck I am making out with a guy and liking it my mind screamed! I looked out over Jim's back and noticed Jennifer had her back to us and was walking back into the house and was still on the phone. Jim climbed on top of me in the hot tub, straddling me. I could feel his hard cock press against mine under the water and he leaned into me. Jim took my face in both of his hands and gently fucked my mouth with his amazing tongue. My body began to automatically grind against Jim, my hard cock pressing against his. I found myself breathing heavily and moaning loudly as Jim began to kiss down my neck to my nipples. No one had ever sucked my nipples before, not even my wife. Jim's tongue swirling around my nipples and I jumped as his teeth gently nipped them. As Jim played and sucked on my nipples his hands were caressing me from my chest down to my thighs. As Jim's head was about to go under the water, I felt his amazingly strong hands suddenly grasp me around the waist, and in one swift move, jerked me out of the hot tub, sitting me on the edge. I leaned back breathing hard, my feet still in the water, my rock hard cock sticking straight out, and Jim now kneeling in the hot tub with both hands on my thighs. Jim leaned forward again sucking my nipples, kissing down to my abdomen. I gasped in anticipation of my first blow job from a man! I moaned and pushing my ass up trying to get my cock into his mouth. Jim slowly caressed my thighs with his hands, then slipping them under my ass cheeks. I looked down at Jim and looked into his eyes as his mouth hovered over my hard cock. Are you enjoying dessert? Jim whispered, his tongue licking my cockhead. Y Yes I moaned loudly. Do you want more, Jim asked? Yes I want more, Please Now! Tell me what you want, say it out loud, beg for it! Jim said. I felt Jim's hands under my ass cheeks squeeze softly and his hot breath on my cock. Please suck my cock Jim! I said softly. Jim again licked my cockhead and then kissed it. What was that? Jim said I cannot hear you. Unnghh! OH Please Suck my cock Jim! Let me fuck your face with my hard cock I grunted loudly! That's more like it Jim replied. As Jim kissed my cockhead I felt his hands kneading my ass. I moaned loudly as I felt my cockhead slip into Jim's hot wet mouth. I looked down at Jim as he started to suck my cock in earnest. Jim wrapped is lips around my cock shaft and began to fuck his mouth with it. Jim slipped his right hand from under my ass and began to gently squeeze my balls as he continued to suck my cock. Unnggh...my eyes rolled back. 'Fuck! This is the best blow job I had ever had I thought to myself. My cock swelled inside Jim's mouth as he sucked furiously. Unghh I am going to cum I moaned. I placed my hands on the top of Jim's head as he took my cock deep down his throat. I felt his suction increase as his hand massaged my balls. My cock swelled and I suddenly exploded hot cum deep down Jim's throat. I looked down at Jim as he drank down my cum. Jim kept his mouth sealed on my cock and used his other hand to stroke the last pulses of cum down his throat. Jim sucked my cock dry and even licked up my shaft and the last drops from my cock slit. Jim looked up at me with an 'eyes glazed over' look, he then pulled me back into the hot tub. Jim pulled me close and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I could still taste my own cum on his tongue. Jim hugged my tightly kissing me hard as my now semi hard cock was crushed against his still raging hard cock. We sat down in the tub, breaking off our embrace. I didn't know what to say as I just stared into Jim's eyes. Jennifer suddenly walked back outside, putting the phone down, then walked slowly back to the hot tub. My eyes were glued to her hard nipples and g stringed shaved pussy. She knew we were both watching her as she climbed into the hot tub and sat on Jim's lap. I couldn't see if his cock had gone straight into her pussy under the water, but she gasped loudly, trying to cover it with a cough. I could see Jennifer bit her lip and her eyes roll back. My cock was still happy from the amazing blow job and I just leaned back and stared at both of them. I could see Jim pinching her nipples under the water and could see her grinding as she sat on his lap. I could just imagine the rock hard cock deep in her pussy. Jennifer took a breath looked at me then asked, My oh My! What has got Jim so excited? She acted like she had no idea her husband had just given me the best blow job of my life. I didn't reply and just stared at her as she arched her back. Jim's cock was obviously deep inside her and she couldn't stand it. Jennifer moaned loudly as Jim stood up, lifting his wife as he do so. Jim threw her against the edge of the tub and slammed his hard cock deep into her pussy. I sat there and stared, not knowing if I should join in or not. Jim grabbed her by the waist and began fucking her hard doggie style. Jennifer grunted and groaned as her hubby stuffed her shaved pussy. Jim slapped Jennifer hard on the ass and yelled at me, do you like my cock slut wife? I heard Jennifer cry out and object to the question, but Jim just kept slapping her ass and fucking her pussy hard. Jim didn't last much longer and blew his load deep inside her pussy. Jim slammed her pussy a couple more times then pulled out, slapping her hard on the ass again. You see, that is how you fuck a cock slut wife, Jim said. Jennifer gasped, jumped up and ran inside the house without saying anything further. I sat there a little shocked. I wasn't sure if Jennifer was upset or if it was just all a show. Jim reached over and playfully squeezed my cock again. I am glad you enjoyed dinner and dessert he said teasingly, but I think that is all for the night. A short time later I was dressed and driving back home. My mind was reeling! Am I gay? What an AWSOME BLOW JOB! Dessert This story is a quickie, short and to the point. It was easy to write because it actually happened to me, so I didn't have to spend any time inventing a plot line. On the other hand, it's not much of a plot line – which is frequently the case with true stories. My wife, Gina, and I occasionally visit swingers' clubs. I say "occasionally" because though we enjoy having wild sex with other people, we also have jobs and a family and swinging is not really the dominant element in our lives. Also, the nearest swingers' club is about 200 miles from our home, so going to a party is a major effort. Fortunately, the closest swingers' club is located right near an interstate highway, and we enjoy going there. In addition, people who want to stay over at the club after the party are welcome to do so – just bring a blanket and a couple of pillows and curl up in one of the swinging areas. This suits us, because we like to have couple of drinks when we party and we're not about to drive 200 miles home afterward. And the price of the party is actually less than the cost of a hotel room, so this all works out well. One Saturday we found ourselves without the kids (one was staying with a friend, the other was off on a school trip) so we decided to head for the club. Because of the long drive, we didn't get there until almost 10 PM, and by then the party was well underway. We went in, paid our party fee and changed into party clothes. Well, actually Gina changed – one nice thing about being a man, other than the ability to pee standing up, is that a dress shirt and pair of slacks are pretty much the appropriate garb in any casual context. In contrast, if Gina had worn her party clothes on the trip to the club, there would have been at least three 18-wheeler crashes. Gina's tall, about 5'8", with a lush, beautiful body, from her long dark hair through her firm DD tits to her nice round ass. For this party, she donned a teddy that partly revealed and enhanced her beautiful breasts. The teddy only came down to about her navel; below that, she wore see-through matching panties. I'm much less attractive, 5'10" tall, weight-proportional, as they say, clean shaven both on my face and pubic area. Not a hunk by any means, but, according to Gina anyway, not unattractive. She also says my 7" cock is plenty for her, but I notice she's attracted to well-hung guys when we're at a swinging party so maybe she's just being nice when she says that. We no sooner had our drinks in hand than a man came up and asked Gina to dance. He was taller than I am and heavy-set, with a bit of a paunch. But he had smiling eyes, and Gina immediately agreed to dance with him. They made their way through the crowd to the dance floor, and I looked around for his partner. Although it was a couples-only party, there were several women alone, so it wasn't clear which one was his partner and which were waiting for their hubbies to come back from the bar with drinks or from the restroom. One of the women near me was particularly striking. She was about the same height as Gina, but with blonde hair. She had a slim, athletic build with nice C-cup breasts, long legs and a nice firm ass. But the most noticeable thing about her was her fishnet top, which showed her bra-less breasts clearly. Well, maybe later, I thought. I sat back, sipped my drink, and enjoyed the scene. One of the women on the dance floor was down on her knees in front of her partner, his cock in her mouth. Strictly speaking, this was against the house rules – no overt sex outside the playrooms in back. But this kind of thing was bound to happen, I supposed, and unless an orgy broke out on the dance floor the proprietors probably cut everybody a little slack. The dance ended and Gina's partner returned her to me. "Rob," Gina said, "This is Jim. Jim, Rob." "Pleased to meet you," said Jim. "Your wife sure is a terrific dancer." "I think so, too. Thanks." "Let me get Judy and bring her over," Jim said, turning away to search the area. Then he walked directly over to the woman I had noticed before, said a few words and returned with her, hand in hand. "Rob and Gina, this is my wife Judy," Jim said. "Nice to meet you, Judy," I replied. "I really like your top." "Want to wear it, Rob?" she asked. "Well, actually, what I really like is inside it already. I don't think I'd do it justice," I replied. Judy just smiled. A new song started. I asked Judy to dance and we went out on the floor. Jim and Gina remained where we had been standing, sipping their drinks. Judy immediately began dirty dancing with me, swiveling her hips and moving against me. When she was facing me she pressed her crotch up against my leg, and when she turned away from me she rubbed her firm ass against my quickly hardening cock. I, in turn, brushed my hands over her breasts as she pirouetted and pulled her ass toward me every time she ground her crotch against my leg. The music ended and a slow dance began. We both looked over to our spouses to see how things were going. I was a little concerned because Gina doesn't ordinarily go for overweight guys. I was relieved to see them talking, standing quite close, Gina looking up into Jim's face. "I guess it would be OK for us to stay out here for another dance," I said. "Yes, let's." I took Judy into my arms and she pressed those wonderful tits hard against my chest. We swayed to the music, pretty much as everybody else was doing. She turned her face up to me and it was the most natural thing in the world for me to kiss her. She immediately opened her mouth and we lashed our tongues hungrily against each other. I slid my hand down from where I had been clutching her ass cheek. To my delight, she had no panties on and my hand cupped under her ass, my fingertips in her crotch. I could feel her pussy lips but couldn't comfortably reach her vagina or clit. As we continued our kiss, I brought my other hand around between our bodies and slid my fingers between her legs. I slipped my middle finger inside her as and pressed my palm against her clit. She moaned and pressed in against my hand, trapping my arm between us. We continued that way for a minute or so. Then Judy gave a little gasp and moan, pulling away from the kiss. Her features were scrunched up as she concentrated on what was happening in her crotch, and I realized she was near or even into a small orgasm. Sure enough, more fluid gushed out of her hole and into my palm, then ran down the inside of her legs. We stood that way for a moment, then by mutual tacit consent we parted slightly, my hand coming out from its place between her legs. "Mmmm ...," she murmured. "That was nice." She reached her hand between us and grabbed my hard cock through my pants. "And this is nice, too," she added. The tune came to an end. We came together for another kiss, our genitals in each other's hands, then turned toward our spouses. They were engaged in a deep kiss – probably following our lead, I thought. When we returned to their side they immediately broke the kiss and we paired up with our own spouses. As Jim turned to talk to Judy, I noticed that his fly was open. "So?" I asked Gina. "I like him." "And?" I glanced meaningfully toward Jim's open fly. "And ... he's big and very hard." "So, do you want to go back to the play rooms?" "Mmmmm. And you?" Of course, Gina knew that my standards were generally not a problem when it came to fucking a new woman. Most men would fuck a woodpile if they thought there was a woman in there, and while I'm a little more selective than that, Judy clearly met all my standards. "Let's go," I said. Apparently Jim and Judy had talked about the same question. As Gina and I separated, Judy came over and took my hand. "Let's go," she said, heading for the back. We stopped for fresh towels and walked through the dim play area. On both sides, couples and groups were engaged in various stages of sex. The sound of women's moans filled our ears. I noticed one woman who was bouncing on her partner's lap, shouting out every time she came down on him. A man with a huge cock stood in front of her. We stopped to watch for moment as she took the big knob in her mouth, her screams muffled as she continued to bounce on her partner's cock. There was no sign of another woman around. I wondered where she'd gone. We found a little area at the top of a ladder of about five rungs. It was bigger than a king-sized bed but smaller than two of them, and the entire area was covered by mattresses. We laid our towels out in a large rectangle and without ado we all stripped naked. I glanced over at Jim's package and, as Gina had said, he was well endowed – much bigger around than I was, and though his paunch made it difficult to judge his length, his cock looked longer than my modest 7 inches. Gina immediately dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. Judy and I embraced, my hardon pressed between our tummies. I stepped back slightly and brought the head of my penis to her crotch, but she pushed it gently away. "I'm afraid I'm soft swinging tonight," Judy told me. One of the rules that's absolutely enforced at all times by everybody is, "No means NO." When somebody limits (or turns away) somebody else's advances, those limits are not open for discussion; they're simply obeyed. I wondered where the limitation was, precisely. Surely we weren't limited to just making out? "Can I lick you?" I asked. "Oh, yes," she said enthusiastically. I kissed my way down the front of her body as she sank to the mattress and spread her legs. At first, I teased her by kissing the tops of her legs on both sides, only slightly brushing against her puffy outer lips as I went from one leg to another. Each time I touched her lips she took a little breath. Finally, as I passed from her right leg to her left, she thrust her crotch at me. I decided to stop the tease and ran my tongue up between her lips, across her clit and to her vagina. She cried out in pleasure. I stuck my tongue in her vagina entrance for a moment, then moved back to her clit. First, I ran the tip of my tongue up one side of her clit, then down the other side. Judy moaned in pleasure. Then I pulled up the skin of her pubic area, pulling the hood off her clit, and simply placed my tongue on the exposed nub. I didn't move it at all, just pressed against it. Judy tried to get me to move my tongue by humping my face, but I simply rode it, maintaining pressure on her clit without moving my tongue. Then I moved the tip of my tongue to the little sensitive area just under the end of it, between it and her vagina. Again, I refused to lick her clit, just holding my tongue in that spot. By now, Judy was panting with lust. I reached up and put two fingers in her vagina and, sure enough, she was sopping wet. "Uh, oh, God," she panted. "Lick me, dammit!" Always an accommodating sort, I finally started to lick her exposed clit, from the base to the tip. Judy humped against my face and moaned loudly. "Yes! Yes!" she wailed. I started to move my tongue faster, now licking her furiously. She brought her legs together. I could no longer hear her cries, and in fact I was a little afraid I wouldn't be able to breathe. I took a deep breath through my mouth, as my nose was completely blocked. She humped faster and faster, and clutched my head harder and harder between her legs. Suddenly, she grabbed my head and straightened her legs, then became completely still. I continued to lick her and, after a few seconds she started to hump again, but without removing her hands from my head. Finally she spread her legs wide and cried out at the top of her lungs. "Oh, God, yesssssss ... Again! I'm cumming again!" Finally she sagged back onto the mattress and gently pushed my head away from between her legs. I sat up and looked over at Gina and Jim, who were fucking missionary style. So, I thought, Judy's "soft swinging" philosophy apparently didn't extend to her husband. Right then, I probably should have pushed the issue, while Judy was lying there with her legs spread wide open, her cunt juice running down onto the towel and her husband pounding another woman a few inches away from her. But, respecting her earlier admonition, I simply took her into my arms for a warm hug. As our lips met and our tongues intertwined, she reached down and stroked my stiff cock. We continued like that for several minutes. Then Jim picked up the pace of his thrusts into my wife, and Gina started to moan louder and louder with every stroke. Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, and I watched, mesmerized, as Jim's big cock sank all the way to the hilt then pulled almost all the way out. The condom he was wearing only came to a couple of inches from the base of his cock, and the entire thing disappeared inside my wife on every stroke. When he pulled back, Gina's vagina appeared to be trying to hold him in her; her inner lips grasped at his cock and pulled out away from her body. By now, Gina was almost screaming with pleasure. I knew that sound – she was about to come. Judy changed her grip on my cock and started to pump it hard with her fist. I knew I couldn't last for long, but one nice thing about getting a handjob or blowjob from a partner who's already had several orgasms – there's no point in holding back! Gina was cumming hard by my side, and the sound and sight of her drove me over the edge. My cum spurted out all over Judy's stomach and legs, and dripped down onto the towels. Then Jim gave a grunt, stiffened and became motionless. Gina later told me that the feeling of that big pulsing dick deep inside her was an incredibly pleasing experience, as if she had accomplished something special and difficult, and felt proud of it. We lay around in our post-coital bliss, talking about or lives outside swinging. They had two kids, just as we did, and, like us, they very rarely did much swinging. I tried to get the conversation around to why Judy didn't go all the way with me, but couldn't think of a polite way to ask the question and, in the end, decided it didn't matter. After a half hour or so of comfortable conversation, Gina said she had to pee. She put her top back on, wadded her panties into a ball in her hand, climbed down the ladder and disappeared. The three of us took that as a signal to put some clothes on, and, after exchanging contact information we went back to the bar. Gina joined me there, butt naked. She accepted her new drink, which I had just ordered for her. "Did you have a good time?" she asked. "Definitely," I replied. "I wasn't really keeping track, but did you fuck Judy?" I told her about the "soft swinging". Gina agreed with me that probably Judy would have changed her mind on that point after she had some great orgasms and saw her husband stuffing his cock into another woman. "I've done that, myself," she confessed. "I mean, felt like I wanted to draw a line and then, after I got turned on enough, just went with the flow." I knew that was true. One time when we came to this club, Gina said that she wasn't feeling very horny. She wasn't sure, she said, that she wanted to actually fuck anybody. She didn't mind if I did, so I should just indicate what women I might want to go with and Gina would go along with me and the other couple, but might not participate much. At one point near the end of that evening I saw Gina on her knees with a cock in her cunt, another in her mouth and a third in her hand. So much for not wanting to fuck anybody! Well, in any case, I hadn't pushed the issue, and though I really liked Jim and Judy I didn't think I'd be interested in another get-together unless it was clear that we were going to have a full swap. We spent the rest of the evening dancing with some other couples and wandering into the play areas to see if there was anybody that caught our eyes. We saw Judy and Jim playing with another couple desultorily, but we didn't stay watching them long enough to see if Judy was sticking to her "soft swinging" principles. At about 2 AM, Gina and I found an empty spot, spread out our towels and enjoyed a long, loving fuck. We were certainly open to having another couple join us, but that didn't happen, so we went and got our pillows and blanket, made ourselves a bed, and went to sleep. I was awakened by somebody climbing the ladder and moving alongside me. It was a small woman, alone. "My husband and I just had a fight," she said. "And it's cold. Do you mind if I sleep alongside you?" "Not at all," I replied, and she lay down next to me, snuggling up inside my arm. Of course, I immediately became hard as I thought about what this might lead to. I stroked her side and she sighed appreciatively. She lay her head on my shoulder. I decided to take a little chance and pulled her against me. Her free hand was now lying on my stomach, inches from the tip of my hardon. We lay there like that for several minutes while I tried to think of what to do next and she, undoubtedly, tried to get back to sleep. Finally I thought, what the hell, and shifted position as if moving in my sleep, so that her hand touched my cock. Alas, instead of taking it in her hand, my little visitor moved her arm up and across me, her hand now on my shoulder. I was fresh out of ideas, and soon gave up on the idea of intercourse with my new partner. The sounds of sex had by now died out almost completely, and I was soon asleep. When I woke, it was 4 AM and my friend had disappeared. Did she go back to her husband? I thought. Maybe he only needed a little time to cool off; I hoped she would be all right. I realized I had to pee, and, moving quietly so as not to awaken Gina, I slipped out of out sleeping area. After I relieved myself I decided to look around and see if there was any action. Sort of like dessert, I was thinking. I had cum twice during the main part of the evening, but it hadn't been the most satisfying swinging evening of my life: The first time was a hand job and the second was with my wife, a nice enough experience but one I didn't have to drive 200 miles to have. So I was feeling a little like somebody who has left a little room for dessert after a nice but not filling diner. I knew that sometimes women at parties start slowly but then really get into it. Near the end of the evening, some of them want to keep going longer than their male partners. In such cases, a new man could be a welcome addition, and I was thinking I might be that man. Just around the corner from where Gina slept, a couple was quietly fucking. It was a pleasant sight, and I stood and watched for a moment, but then noticed there was another guy in the shadows, watching the couple and beating his meat. Good luck to you, guy, I thought, turning away with a smile. I doubted the watcher would get anything out of that couple; they had the look of married lovers enjoying the last glow of the sexual tension of the evening. Unless maybe the watcher was her husband and the other guy her lover; who knows? I went up some stairs into another large play room. There were two groups there, a Japanese-looking couple on one side and a group of four on the other. The group of four was in a daisy chain, with one guy getting a blowjob from a girl on her knees whose cunt was filled with the other guy's cock. The second girl was kneeling by her girlfriend, reaching under her stomach to tickle her clit. This obviously left a cunt untended and I thought for a moment about how to provide relief for that poor woman, but the group was back in the corner under a staircase and it wasn't clear how to approach them without being intrusive. No matter, I'd had two orgasms that evening and could enjoy just watching. One good thing about swinging clubs is that there's plenty of hot sex to watch – like pornography only live! Dessert So I stood there with my cock sticking out, watching the guys get their bones off and appreciating the action and the sounds of the woman as she got filed in two holes and rubbed by another woman. I gently stroked my hard cock as I watched. A man's voice alongside me startled me. It was the man from the Asian couple on the mattress across the room. "Excuse me," he said in heavily accented English, "but would you help me give my wife a massage?" I turned to look at her. She was lying on her stomach, her face turned away from us. She was small, about 5' 2" or so, I judged, with a long waist and pert little ass. "Sure," I answered. With one last glance at the steamy foursome under the stairs, I turned and went with him back to his wife. He positioned himself on her left side, at her shoulders, and I knelt down opposite him. I knew almost nothing about massage, but I did my best. Mainly, I watched his practiced movements and imitated them. Our joint efforts seemed to have some effect, as she moaned slightly from time to time. I found one knot alongside her spine and worked my fingers into it; she moaned again and moved her ass contentedly. There was no room for two sets of hands massaging the small of her back, so while I continued on that area the man moved down to her feet. I started massaging her beautiful ass as he began working on her calves. I had no idea how to massage ass muscles, but I figured, this is a sex party, so I might as well go in that direction. I pushed my hands down between her thighs and, sure enough, she moved her legs apart to give me access. I massaged the tops of her thighs for a few minutes but my heart wasn't into it. My left hand slid down to her pussy. She spread her legs even more in a clear signal that she wanted me to continue. I pushed her lips apart and discovered that her vagina was sopping wet. My cock grew even harder as I thought about putting it in that wet hole. Her husband's cock was hard, now, too, as he watched me fondling his wife's pussy. He moved back up to her head and she took his cock in her hand. Except for that, she remained still, lying on her stomach with her face toward him. She had still not looked in my direction. I slid a finger up into her cunt. Man, was she tight! Even with only one finger I could feel the walls of her vagina pressing in. I pulled the finger out of her and she made a little disappointed moan, but I immediately replaced it with my thumb and she sighed happily. Her hole was so tight, I didn't think I could get any more fingers in her, so I moved the rest of my fingers to her clit, which I could feel sticking out like a miniature penis. Gently but persistently, I moved my fingers in little circles, over, around and in front of her clit as I pumped my thumb into her vagina. I figured that, wet as she was, it wouldn't take much to give her an orgasm, and I was right. She was soon humping my hand and moaning loudly. It must have looked to her husband as if I was just finger-fucking her, because he moved down a little and slid his hand under her, to reach her clit. As soon as I felt his fingers on mine, I pulled my hand back to let him pleasure her and concentrated on driving my thumb up into her. I curled it toward her front so it would press more against her G-spot, and she came. She humped against the two hands that were causing her such pleasure; she cried out something in Japanese; her cunt gushed into my hand. But most remarkably, the muscles of her vagina grabbed my thumb and milked it like the teet of a cow. I had fucked women whose cunts flexed and squeezed my cock when they came, but I had never felt anything like this. If my thumb had been a cock, I thought, I would have cum on the spot. Her orgasm lasted several minutes. Her cunt hole finally stopped spasming on my thumb as she relaxed. Her husband moved back up alongside her head and offered his hard cock to her lips. She lifted herself to her elbows and took his cock into her mouth. By now I was totally aroused. My cock throbbed. An uninterrupted stream of clear precum hung in a long tendril from the tip. I moved up near the woman's head, opposite her husband. He said something to her in Japanese and, withot looking in my direction, she took my cock in her right hand. He moved around in front of her to make it easier on her to suck on him and started thrusting his cock into her mouth, fucking it. At one point he pulled all the way out and she swirled her tongue around his glans before gulping his cock back into her mouth. Meanwhile she was gently pumping on my cock with her right hand. The man leaned over to pick something up and, reaching across his wife, handed me a condom package. The message was unmistakable: Please fuck my wife. Disengaging her hand gently from my cock, I tore the package open and unrolled the condom onto my penis. Then, crawling on my knees, I went around behind her and positioned my cock at her fuck hole. I pushed a little. Her response was to push back against me, and my cock slid smoothly into her. My God, what a sensation. She was so tight, so hot, and so wet. I started to stroke slowly in and out of her and she moaned with appreciation every time I his bottom. I picked up the pace and her moans grew louder. I knew that with my heightened arousal and her tight pussy I wouldn't last long, so as I pounded into her I tried to think of something else. I tried to derive the quadratic equation but couldn't keep my mind on it. I thought about the effort I was putting into this and compared it to a 10K race – more effort here, I decided. I stared at a wet spot on the mattress some distance away and thought that I was glad I wasn't over there. I thought about my lawn that needed mowing and imagined myself mowing it. I was doing OK until she started to come. She put her head down and began to wail. Her husband, his erection wagging in front of him, moved over to her side and put his hand back under her where he had put it before. As soon as his fingers touched her clit she went over the edge. Once again I felt the amazing sensation of her grasping, milking vagina but this time it was my cock that felt it, not my thumb. No amount of mental distraction was going to help me this time. I looked down at her beautiful ass and watched my swollen, condom-sheathed cock going in and out of her hole. For the third time that night I felt the familiar tingling gathering down inside me and then concentrating in my cock. With a shout, I thrust deep into her cunt and let her muscles milk the semen out of me. I felt as if I was cumming for minutes, though it was probably only seconds. She continued to come, her muscles milking spurt after spurt out of me until I had nothing left. Her husband moved around alongside me, his cock sticking out and ready for action. I withdrew, and he immediately replaced me as she continued to cry out in pleasure. I was completely spent. I pulled the full condom off my withering prick and watched him pumping into her as hard as he could and she, still in the throes of an orgasm, clutching the towel under her and making unintelligible noises in Japanese. After a short while he pushed into her and held still. I could actually see his balls flex against the base of his cock as he pumped his sperm into her tight pussy. They held that pose for a moment, then she turned her head and, for the first time, looked into my eyes. She was absolutely beautiful. "Arigato," she whispered. The foursome on the other side of the room had finished their latest round of sex and were watching me and the Japanese couple. The guys were no longer hard, but one of the women was still rubbing her clit, clearly wanting more. She raised her eyebrows at me meaningfully in invitation, but I was done for the night. Reluctantly, I turned away and went back to my sleeping wife. Dessert Entering the restaurant, he looks around for her... and in a corner away from the door he sees her profile. He works his way around so as to come up behind her, and bends down and blow softly on her neck. She reacts as expected... tilting her head slightly to the opposite side, opening more of her neck to him. He kisses her just below the ear, then whisper 'nice to see you, again'. I kiss your neck again, further down toward your shoulder, then steps around to sit in the chair next to her, not the one facing her. She doesn't speak... just reaches a hand out under the table and places it gently on his thigh. Not squeezing, not stroking... just touching, and yet that alone is electric. 'Have you ordered, yet?' She nods slowly up and down. 'For both of us?' Again she nods. 'Well then... I expect you'll be surprising me with your choices?' She smiles. Her hand is withdrawn from his leg. He reaches for her arm, as if to pull it back, but misses, and his hand settles on her thigh instead. Her skirt is short, and his hand touches skin just below the hemline. He immediately explores her thigh with his fingers, lightly tracing down to her knee and back to her skirt line. She looks into his eyes... her tongue lightly moistening her lips. The waiter brings the drink she ordered for him, places it in front of him... and noticing their eyes locked upon each other, leaves. Neither of them turned to notice his arrival or departure. She reaches for the drink, raises it to his lips and as he bends slightly forward to meet the glass in her hand, sips. She pulls it back... he leans in again, sliding his hand further up her leg as he does. She brings the glass to his lips again as his hand glides smoothly under her skirt to her upper thigh... not quite to her panties, but just to where her skin feels warmer... then he stops. He sips again, making sure he doesn't spill the drink, then again she pulls the glass away. She puts it down, raises her hand to his lips, and gently wipes her finger across them. As she flicks her finger lightly over his lips, he reaches further up her skirt and finds hers, brushing them lightly with his fingertips. His tongue darts out and licks at her finger. She leans forward slightly, allowing her hair to fall, covering her face. He leans toward her, and pressing two fingers firmly against her now damp panties, he kisses the back of her neck, nuzzling her with soft murmurs and kisses as his fingers rub back and forth over her. Her legs open a little, and he slides all his fingers over her, palming her and gently squeezing her. The waiter arrives again, with one small plate, and puts it on the table between them. He gently lays a fork on either side, whispers 'enjoy' and again withdraws. The dessert looks decadent... and seems superfluous. He glances down at it... then turns his attention back to her neck, and softly licks her from shoulder to earlobe, kissing her back down and again back up, then nibbling on her lobe. All the while, his hand is pressing her, sliding up and down, then cupping her, holding her, feeling her wetness and her warmth. She looks up as he stops nibbling... the picks up a fork and raises a bite to his mouth. His tongue reaches out for it, but she holds it just out of reach. He reaches again, just his tongue leaning out, but she holds it just beyond him. He squeezes her a little harder, and she relents, allowing him to take the fork in his mouth, and to taste what she's been holding back. He relaxes his grip, but keeps his hand on her. She feeds him another bite as he caresses her, fingering his way along the edge of her panties, but not reaching underneath. Another bite... another caress, then the dessert is gone. She hasn't saved a bite for herself... He removes his hand from her and brings it up from under the table... brushing back her hair from her face, and brushing it over her lips. She opens her mouth slightly, and he offers her his fingers, with her scent upon them, as her dessert. She accepts them into her mouth and sucks his fingertips softly. The waiter reappears, placing the check on their table... then departs with a smile. When he turns the check over, he sees a note from the waiter: 'no charge... and no tip required. I hope you come again... and again... and again. I know I will.' Dessert It had been a long day, and Catalina was looking forward to her date with John all through work. He picked her up promptly at 6:30 and they were off to dinner. The food was pretty good, but nothing particularly grand that night at one of their favorite local restaurants. John hadn’t seemed too interested in talking tonight, so Cat just let it be. They had been dating off and on for a little over 6 months now, things seemed to be getting into a somewhat dull rut for the two lately. Catalina was thinking of breaking off the relationship yet again, but only because she didn’t feel like they were having fun any more. Nothing new would come up. She would find out that night that John had been having similar thoughts of boredom. However, he had also been brewing a solution to that very problem. As they neared the end of their meal, the waiter approached the table and asked if there would be anything else for the two. “A dessert plate perhaps?” John suddenly grinned wickedly at Catalina, and then casually replied, “No, thank you sir, just the check, please.” This somewhat surprised Cat, because John almost always ordered a dessert, with the sweet tooth that he had. She was wondering now what had kept him so quite and pensive all night long. When they reached home, John dimmed the lights in the living room and turned on the stereo with some jazz that he had apparently slipped in earlier. Cat knew something was up, because it had been an awfully long time since John had ever prepared anything romantic for her. She had to admit to herself that she was quite enjoying it, though. She stood in the entryway as he quickly lit up a few candles on the coffee table by the couches. “Shall we dance?” he asked, holding out his hand. She grinned and replied in tone, “Why, yes, thank you.” Just until the end of the song they slowly danced in a small circle of the living room. She had her head rested on his shoulder and was beginning to feel that spark of romance and anticipation grow inside of her. As soon as the song came to a close, John whispered in her ear: “Would you like a massage? It seems like you had a hard day at work, honey.” She answered only with a soft nod on his shoulder, then moved to sit sideways on the couch. John took up position behind her and began kneading her neck muscles, taught from the day. John gave great massages, but really seemed to be at the top of his game tonight. Catalina became butter in his hands as he worked out every kink and sore spot upon her back. “Let’s get this out of the way.” He said casually, tugging at the fabric of her dress. She didn’t hesitate for one second in removing the item, wishing only to get right back to her back’s sensual spots. With the dress gone, Cat had only her white bra and matching thong panties. She was a good looking girl, with average curves, and amazing thick auburn hair which hung now over her collar bone so as to give John better access to her shoulders and neck. It hung just between her C-cup breasts now, ending in slight curls right in the middle of her chest. Catalina’s large, almond-shaped eyes were the feature that caught most people’s attention, though. At that moment, however, they couldn’t be seen because they were rolled back into her head with the delightful dance of digits John was playing upon her neck and ears. He began to intermittently add kisses upon her back, shoulders, and neck while he rubbed. Cat couldn’t help but begin to softly moan with his kisses. The mood of the situation alone was good enough to get her fires going, and the massage was icing on the cake. Soon John found her ear with his tongue, one of her weakest spots. As he toyed extremely lightly with the curves of her ear, she could feel waves of chills and twinges passing down her body to every extremity. This was more than she could have hoped for in the date tonight. The tongue running down the outside line of her ear became almost too much for her to bear. She whipped around suddenly to face John, whose face showed that he was quite startled with her quick movement. “Okay.” Was all she said as she lunged for him, grasping him by the back of the neck and sealing her lips upon his. It was a long, passionate kiss that showed her appreciation of him in every way. John pulled away slightly, holding up one finger. “We can’t forget about dessert.” He said, again flashing that devilish grin of his at her. She immediately thought that he was ruining the mood, and her switch was turned to ‘off’. As he went towards the refrigerator in the next room he began unbuttoning his shirt and slipping off his shoes. Each piece of his clothing was a part of a trail which led to the kitchen. Cat sat patiently on the couch, reveling in the heat of her warmed muscles on her back. It felt so good to be completely relaxed. When he returned, John was holding a few items in his hand. A banana which appeared to be frozen, a bottle of squeeze chocolate sauce, and a can of whipped cream. “So what’s for dessert?” she asked, assuming he meant to get the ice cream still from the freezer, along with some bowls and spoons. “You are, my sweet.” He replied in turn. Once again, her switch had immediately pointed in the opposite direction to on and fiery. Setting the items on the coffee table next to him, John knelt in front of Catalina in only his boxers. As she turned her body towards him, his hands gently guided her legs to either side of him while his mouth made a beeline for her neck and jaw line. Slowly teasing her, John was quite good at getting Cat worked up. In no time again she was slightly moaning her approval of his actions. His fingers slipped down her back and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off without removing his lips and tongue from her upper chest area. As his face began working south towards her cleavage, one hand massaged a breast, the other reaching for whipped cream. “Gasp! That’s cold!” Cat cried as he sprayed a lump of whipped cream over one nipple. Her back arched with the sensation, showing off her figure. John’s lips went hungrily to work on her nipple beneath the white mound, which was now at full attention and begging for his tongue upon it. The motion was repeated with her other breast, only this time she was prepared for the cold. Her hands went to his hair as he feasted upon her wonderful tits. John had been planning this for the entire week, and knew just how it would play out. His hands wandered to her panties as his mouth worked over every inch of titflesh before him. As he slid the white thong off, he noticed how her folds glistened in the low light, showing off her wetness to him. She was ready to be taken, and his member was standing straight up, thinking the same. This was not the plan, though, he thought, as he once again flashed Cat a very mischievous glance. It only took him a moment to peel the banana, which was still very frozen. With one hand, John encouraged Catalina to spread her legs wider, while the other guided the banana towards her slit. As she looked down to see what was conspiring, Cat became slightly nervous. “Um, what are you doing, sweetie?” she asked. John looked her in the eye then and simply stated: “This.” With that he jutted the frozen banana’s end into her pussy, sliding in incredibly easy with the wetness of her folds. Once again Cat gasped, but this time for different reasons. The banana was fairly large, and she had had no preparation for it, as well as the fact that it was frozen. The cold sent a shiver through her body, while the feeling of being penetrated also coursed throughout her. It was a strange combination of sensations, but she decided that she also liked it. John had put the more curved end of the banana into Cat’s hole, leaving the straighter end pointing outward and upward, towards his face. “Look at it. Do you feel powerful with your new dick?” he said. John wasn’t normally this blunt or forthcoming, and Cat liked the feeling. Her body was still attempting to deal with the coldness, and so she simply nodded to him yes while biting her bottom lip. She had a look of lust then in her big brown eyes, and John caught every moment of it. The snap Catalina heard told her what was coming next. The bottle of chocolate sauce was then in John’s hands angled down at her ‘food-for-cock’. There was perhaps a little over 4 ½ inches of banana protruding from her pussy, and it seemed to take forever for the chocolate to reach her as it dribbled down the center of the shaft. When it finally touched, another wave of sensation took hold of her. He had heated the sauce, and so it was quite warm when it connected with the top of her vulva, just below her clit. She let out and audible sigh with the warm intrusion, biting once again on her bottom lip. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” John asked, leaving the chocolate to dribble down onto her. Cat was still shocked with his new methods of foreplay, but was too lost in her own pleasure to make any real decisions right then. “Yes.” She said timidly. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” John replied with his hand cupped to his ear. “Yes.” She repeated slightly louder. “Sorry, one more time, I’m not sure I know what you want.” “Suck my cock, John!” She said forcefully then, and it was all he needed. The intensity level had just turned up a few notches and this was going to be good. John always had wondered what it was like for a girl, and he thought this might be a good way to find a little of that out. Besides, he hadn’t had his dessert! Down onto the makeshift shaft his mouth went, slurping the chocolate syrup off. He was surprised at how quickly he seemed to pick up the art, but figured it was because he’d been on the receiving end of a few. Up and down he rhythmically moved, bringing a hand to hold the base in her pussy, and rubbing the chocolate onto her clit as well. John’s motions made the banana slide slightly in and out of Cat the entire time, pressing a spot on the top walls of her netherlips that she had not felt before. Cat threw her head back and concentrated on the feeling, not wanting to lose it. Catalina’s hands instinctively grabbed hold of John’s hair tightly and began to thrust towards him. He was right! She felt powerful with her new dick, and she wanted to show him! John was prepared for the assault, however, and had been practicing in private all week for this. He had mastered the relaxation of his throat muscles, and could take it all straight in. A bit more of the shaft had slipped from her pussy’s grasp by now and so he had a sucked down more than he originally thought; but John got it all in his mouth, rubbing his nose on her chocolate-covered clitoris. Cat couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a ferocious grunt with her powerful orgasm as John was impaled on the banana. “Oh John…” was all she could muster after that, still gripping his hair, but he was again backed off of the banana, swallowing the tip that he had bit off as he left it. As John slipped the now thawed banana from her crotch, her juices began flowing freely onto the couch, mixed with chocolate sauce. John dove for it face first, gobbling up as much as he could muster, sloshing and reveling in her tastes and smells combined with the residue of the chocolate banana. Cat began convulsing with the effects of multiple orgasms strung one after another from John’s tongue hungrily attacking her womanhood. John then stood up off his knees and dropped his boxers. “Where do you want it?” he asked, standing in the buff directly in front of her. She was still feeling very sensitive in her pussy, with aftershocks still occurring, so she replied by leaning forward and taking him in her mouth. John’s shaft was solid as a rock by this time, and she loved the way it felt sliding past her lips. She grabbed the whipped cream canister and sprayed a line along the length of his mast. The cream was gone from site in a matter of a second, though, when she plunged onto his cock, enveloping the entire thing and sucking the whipped cream right off. John grunted with the feeling of the cold cream sliding off his cock by a tongue cold from a loss of blood flow. Chills were flowing freely throughout his body. In their time dating, Catalina had learned to tell when John was close to climaxing. When she saw him approaching that point, she pulled off him, with a new idea. She was no longer quite so sensitive, and she wanted to feel him inside of her. She craved the feeling of his meat pounding into her bosom. “I want you to fuck me raw, and when you have to cum, I want to swallow it all.” John liked the sound of this, and was ready to jump on her right then and impale her. “Stop. One more thing…” She purred. Grabbing the chocolate syrup, she stuffed the top of the bottle into her cunt and squeezed. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the warm syrup coated her inside walls. John was quite turned on by the show. She then put the bottle down and got on her hands and knees on the couch. Chocolate syrup and pussy juices oozed from Cat’s sex as she reared her ass towards him in anticipation. “Now, fuck me good, John.” He needed no more encouragement as he buried himself to the hilt within her confines. The slick, warm chocolate created a new sensation, and was quite enjoyable. With every pump they both could hear a *Schluck sound, and more chocolate would ooze onto John’s balls, Catalina’s thighs, and to the couch. Both were soon moaning and groaning as John pumped furiously into her from behind, holding her hips for support. “I’m……Schluck….going…… Schluck……to……..Schluck……cum…. Scluck…soon…Schluck” Catalina yanked herself off of his stiff pole and whipped her face around to meet it, engulfing the entire shaft with her hot tongue and breath. John could not resist cumming with such an onslaught of pleasure. His load that he had been saving for this night burst like a volcano, erupting in Cat’s mouth, which was now, rimmed by chocolate sauce and whipped cream. On she sucked, until he was too tender to take it any more. She swallowed every drop, mixed with the chocolate, and then licked the sauce from his sack. They both laid sideways on the couch, smeared in chocolate and whipped cream, exhausted. “Damn, honey, that was some good dessert!” John stated, hugging her close to him. Dessert Somehow I knew from the moment that you opened the door that your invitation involved a little more than just dinner. It may have been the devilish look in your eyes as I said hello that told me that this was going to be an interesting night. The dinner and the conversation were exquisite, but I have to admit that I was having a hard time keeping my mind on either. I could feel the electricity in the air and my thoughts constantly wandered with desire to taste your kiss and feel your soft skin against mine. When dinner was finished you asked me to go wait in the living room while you prepared dessert. I made myself comfortable on the sofa with my mind enrapt in the thoughts of how we might spend the remainder of the evening. I was savoring a particularly delicious fantasy when I heard you call out "It's ready, come on in!" You were lying on the table completely stripped when I walked in to the kitchen. My pulse quickened as I saw the special dessert you had prepared. Along the inside of each of your thighs was a thin line of sticky, sweet chocolate sauce, both leading to a mound of whipped cream covering your pussy. I walked up to the table just close enough to see your face when you looked at me with a grin. "Eat me," you said, and that was all the invitation that I needed. I pulled a chair up to the table and lowered my face between your legs. With the heat of your skin the chocolate sauce had started to run, covering almost all of the insides of your thighs, but I managed to lick up every last drop from your skin. As my mouth savored the sweet taste, my ears were tuned in to the sweet sounds of the moans escaping your lips. By the time I had finished cleaning up both of your thighs you were starting to squirm on the table, aching to have my mouth on your hot pussy. I paused for a moment, seeing how the whipped cream had melted everywhere between your legs mixing with your own juices. I dove in with my mouth and started devouring you voraciously and licking and sucking up every last drop of wetness. Your moans were getting louder as my tongue worked all over your sweet pussy. It was only when I had licked you completely clean when I turned my attention to driving you over the edge. I sensed your entire body tense as I sucked your clit between my lips and gave it a few flicks with my tongue. As I continued to focus my attention on your swollen clit I could tell from your breathing that you were getting closer and closer to the edge. Each flick of my tongue was sending a little shock through your entire body. I brought my one hand up between your legs, wetting it with your juices. As I continued to eat you with more and more fervor I parted the lips of your pussy with two fingers and with a third finger I started to circle your ass. Your breathing suddenly turned into a long, low moan and I could tell that the waves of your orgasm were starting to hit you. Just as you hit your peak I sucked your clit harder into my mouth and shoved my fingers deep into both of your holes. Your shuddering shook the entire table as you screamed out "Oh fuck…Yessss!" As your juices flowed all over my chin I felt you tighten your grip on my hand and then release. Driven over the edge by your orgasm, I was swimming in my lust and need to have my cock inside of you. I stood up, quickly releasing myself from my pants and immediately driving my hard cock inside of you. I felt your hot pussy open up and swallow me up to my balls. I bent over your body, giving you a long passionate kiss as I thrust myself in and out of you. As I opened my eyes for a moment I noticed there was still a glass of water on the table with several pieces of ice. I reached into a glass and pulled out a cube. Standing up and burying myself deep inside of you again I tool the ice and rubbed it over one of your nipples. I watched it get hard immediately before bending over to take it in my mouth as I moved the ice over to your other breast. The combination of hot and cold seemed to please you as I felt your pussy getting even wetter around my cock. The feeling of your hot juices running down over my balls was driving me crazy. I dropped the ice and my lips left your hard nipple as I kissed my way up to your neck. I reached down with my hands, grabbing your legs and pulling them up so you could wrap them around my back. As I kissed and nibbled my way up to your ear I whispered "Hold on tight baby," as you wrapped your arms around my back. I pressed my body hard against yours driving myself deep inside of you and with one motion stood up bringing you with me. I grabbed your ass hard, holding you in the air and fucking you standing up. With every thrust inside of you, your clit rubbed against my body making you moan even louder in my ear. "Oh yes baby," you moaned, "fuck me hard." The harder I thrust, the harder my cock grew inside of you. As I moved my mouth down to nibble on your neck, I felt your pussy tighten around me. "Oh yes, I'm cumming again," you cried out as I held you tight to me, buried deep inside of you and feeling your wetness run over my balls and down my legs. I placed you back down on the table and pulled out of you. I knew that I had to release soon. My balls were aching from holding back my own orgasm for so long. I took you by the hand, pulling you up to your feet. "I want to take you from behind," I said as I guided you over until you were facing the refrigerator. I pressed my body hard against yours from behind, pushing your breasts against the cold steel of the fridge. Your nipples reacted again to the cold just as I pushed my hot cock inside of you once again. I reached down to grab you hard around the waist with my hands. As much as I wanted this to last, I could not hold back the pure animal lust that was building inside of me. I started fucking you harder and harder almost lost in a rage. Each thrust inside of you made your body shudder. I held your waist hard pulling you back against me each time I drove your forward against the fridge. Your gasps were mixed with a growl coming almost unconsciously from within me. I felt my balls tightening and the cum starting to build in my now throbbing shaft as I pounded your pussy wildly. I was so close to the edge when you suddenly cried out "Not yet baby, I want to see you cum." You quickly moved forward and dropped to your knees, spinning around to face my cock. Then, to my amazement, something happened that had never happened before. Without any stimulation my orgasm rose within me. I felt the waves coming over me as I exploded, shooting my cum all over your neck and chest. We both watched with wide eyes as I shot stream after stream of cum for my jerking cock, splashing against your skin and coating almost all of your upper body. The power of my orgasm made me sink to my knees and join you on the floor. "Damn, that was amazing," I said as I rubbed some of my hot, sticky cum over your breasts before reaching up to the counter to grab a towel. I cleaned you off as I kissed you gently. Within minutes, the kisses were growing more and more passionate once again. Your hands reached down across my stomach and my cock was springing to life once again. I held your face in my hands, pulling back from a kiss. "Let's go to bed," I said, "I think I am ready for some dessert again." But that's another story… Dessert Alyssa leaned against the counter and took a small sip of the deep red wine in her glass, savouring the flavour on her tongue before swallowing with a tiny sigh of appreciation. It was a Saturday night; the hectic pace of the past work week was well behind her, and the next one was far enough away still that she wasn't bothered by it quite yet, so she was deeply in relax-mode. At the moment she was listening absently as her husband, Ben, recounted a humorous story for their dinner guests, her best friend Nick and his wife Jane. God, just looking at him filled her with such love and lust that her mouth watered and parts of her body tingled in anticipation. She laughed along with everyone else when he reached the punch line and roused enough energy to push away from the counter in order to help him start clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. Ben couldn't help but notice that the bright red material of Alyssa's dress clung to every delicious inch of her curvy body, riding high on her thighs and low over her breasts as she moved competently around the kitchen stacking dishes and wiping up after their dinner. He had to bite back a low groan when she bent over the table to reach some of the unused cutlery and that lovely dress slid another inch higher and closer to heaven. Her long, dark hair fell like a silky waterfall down her back and over her shoulder. He watched her toss her head in an unconsciously sexy gesture as she discussed the latest political situation with Nick, debating with him over the president's latest decision of foreign policy. Ben noticed that she'd painted her lips the same bright red as the dress and then smeared them with gloss and he indulged himself in wondering just how that wonderful mouth would look wrapped around him later. Realizing that the stirring in his groin was only going to get worse thinking these thoughts, he cleared his throat and suggested that they all grab their drinks and head to the living room for a movie. Nick was desperately glad that Ben had stepped in and suggested the movie when he had – he may have been best friends with Alyssa since grade school and his wife and her husband may have been in the room with them, but a man would have to have been dead for a year of Sundays before he was blind to the sexuality that Alyssa alluded with every breath. The red dress she had painted on for their casual night at home made his wife's simple black dress look like a dowdy nun's habit, and his mind didn't have to work too hard to imagine what Alyssa had looked like under it. He'd grown hard as they'd argued over politics and he'd been free to look his fill as the dress slithered over her skin as she moved around the kitchen, a subtle perfume that smelled like sin following in her wake. The two couples continued to talk and drink wine for several hours after the movie had finished, debating hotly about anything and everything that came to mind, laughing at every opportunity and just generally having an amazing night. When Jane yawned for the millionth time, Nick suggested that he and his wife retire to the guest bedroom upstairs. They stood as everyone said their goodnights and drank their last sips of wine, leaving the empty glasses on the kitchen counter on their way upstairs to bed. Within moments, both Nick and Jane were dressed for bed and had exchanged a chaste, passionless kiss before flipping the lights off and crawling into bed, practically without speaking a word to each other. It wasn't that Nick didn't love his wife, because he did, but Jane was too sweet… too kind… too boring to illicit any of the hot, sweaty, painfully arousing fantasies that Nick had woven with Alyssa in mind. Being honest with himself, Nick admitted that he'd wanted Alyssa sexually since she was fifteen, he'd just never made his move because he hadn't wanted to ruin the best friendship he'd ever had, and now it was too late – she was happily married to Ben and the two of them were even now probably going at it like a couple of rabbits. Damn it, but some men had all the luck! Nick drifted off to sleep, rock hard, with thoughts of Alyssa's mile long legs wrapped around his waist and his thick cock pounding into her again and again. *** *** *** Ben smiled at Alyssa as she puttered around their living room in her bare feet, putting everything back the way it should be and humming to herself in a low, throaty voice - something she only did when slightly drunk. She was swaying her silk-hugged bottom in time with the low rock music coming out of the speakers and Ben had had about all he could take. He was starting to get hard again and all he wanted to do was get his hands on his wife. Hell, he wanted to get his fingers {i}in{/i} his wife. "C'mere Alyssa," he called from where he lounged on the couch watching the show. At the sound of his voice Alyssa tossed a sexy half-smile over her shoulder and continued to grind her hips in time with the music, staying just out of his rich, taunting her husband, enjoying the lust in his eyes as they raked over every inch of her body. "What do you want, Ben?" She asked, full knowledge in her eyes, but wanting him to say the words that never failed to make her hot. "I want you. In fact," Ben's hand snaked out lightning-quick and snagged her wrist, tugging just enough to have her tumbling onto his lap, arousing him even further, "I want to fuck you." He ran a hand into her hair and pulled her head hard towards him so that he could plunder her mouth, his tongue roughly imitating what he wanted to be doing with other parts of their bodies. His other hand ran up her body to clamp possessively over her breast, squeezing her through the thin material of her dress. Alyssa moaned with pleasure and teasingly bit Ben's lower lip, then soothed the tiny ache with her tongue. She could feel the strength of him through his shirt and began to idly play with the buttons, undoing them slowly. Already hot for her, Ben nipped kisses along her jaw line and down her neck towards where the tops of her glorious breasts rose out of her excuse for a dress. His tongue trailed along the top of one as his hand continued to knead her other one. He found her nipple and tugged on it playfully, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying Alyssa's moans and gasps, annoyed when she pulled slightly away. "Ben, we can't. Jane and Nick are upstairs. They might hear us." She flushed a little. She wasn't ashamed of her sexuality, but she knew that Jane would be mortified if she woke up and heard them in the throes of passion. Ben laughed lightly and pulled her back to him for a kiss, "We can and we will have sex in our own house whenever we want. Who knows, maybe Jane would want to join." Alyssa laughed deeply at the absurdity of that one, but gave up her protests, which had been weak at best. The truth was, she was hot, she was wet, and she was already too horny to want to put a stop to the pleasure he was giving her. She let out a long, low groan as Ben slid his hand up her inner thigh and pressed his palm to her wetness, surprised and turned on by the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties. "God," Ben gave a choked laugh, "If I'd known at dinner you weren't wearing panties I would have had you bent over the table before the second course!" He slipped a single finger inside her and shuddered when she tightened around it. Alyssa sighed as he shoved another thick finger inside of her, stretching her, pleasuring her, "Then it's a good thing you didn't know, ‘cuz you might have shocked out guests." She was squeezing down on his fingers as they moved in and out of her quickly, his thumb rubbing over her clit, slicking it with her own wetness. Alyssa was melting around Ben's magic fingers, spasming in tight jerky motions every time his thick knuckles slid in and out of her, brushing agonizingly over her swollen, tender clit with each stroke. Alyssa just tipped her head back and panted desperately as she rode his fingers hard and fast like she would his cock when they were done, and had to bite on his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud when the first orgasm ripped through her system. After she'd recovered her breath, she ripped the shirt from Ben's shoulders and started on the snap of his jeans, already rubbing his swelling groin through the denim, pouting her lips as she thought about taking all of him into her mouth. At the same time she was fighting with his clothes, Ben was fighting to get his wife out of her red dress without ripping it. After much too long the two of them managed to slide her out of her second skin and her naked body was exposed to Ben's hungry gaze. Her large round breasts swelled with arousal, her nipples perked and pointing in his direction, begging for his attention. Her long, lean torso was tanned golden like the rest of her and silky smooth. Ben's gaze went lower, and he felt his mouth water when he looked at her shaved pussy as she straddled him, her entrance hovering teasingly above his hardened cock, its head already glistening with pre cum. "Do you want to fuck me now, Ben?" she asked in a husky, sex-filled voice. In answer, Ben speared up, impaling Alyssa on his swollen member roughly, even more turned on when she laughed and tightened around him. She rose on her knees on the couch to get better leverage, drawing her bouncing breasts within easy reach of his mouth. Ben closed his mouth around one hot peak and sucked deeply, nibbling on it, laving at the nipple with his moist tongue. His hands slid around her body and down to her ass to get a better grip and force her to ride him harder, faster, to take more of him into her hot, dripping pussy. *** *** *** Nick awoke from his fitful fantasies with the same raging hardon he'd gone to bed with, and a sexual ache so low in his stomach he thought he was about to explode all over the sheets if he didn't release himself soon. Deciding that turning and taking his wife in the middle of the night in a house that wasn't theirs would only freak Jane out, and knowing that masturbating in the bathroom wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as being inside of a woman, Nick tried to mentally urge it down. He lay in the dark for several moments with no luck, the erotic images of a naked Alyssa bucking wildly against his body in pure passion was still too fresh in his mind. Thirsty from all the effort, he slipped out of bed, adjusted the loose grey jogging pants that rested on his hips, rubbed his erection absently and decided to go down to the kitchen to see if he could at least get a nice, stiff drink. He wandered into the kitchen, only semi-aroused now, his hair rumpled from sleep, and his chest bare. He was just about to tug the fridge door open when he heard the distinct sounds of muffled moans and the wet, sucking sound that accompanies wild sex. The sound of sweaty flesh rubbing against sweaty flesh and the little sounds of delight that Alyssa was making in the back of her throat nearly undid Nick right there and then. Holy shit, he thought, I can't believe I'm hearing this! I shouldn't listen. I should go back upstairs and pretend none of this ever happened… But the instant Nick heard Alyssa's slightly sleepy, wholly aroused voice ask, "Do you want to fuck me now, Ben?" all rational thought drained out of one head and pumped hot blood into his other one. He nearly soaked the front of his pants just from hearing that vulgar word used by his beautiful Alyssa. He stroked himself through the cotton of his pants, unable to help himself now, and stepped closer towards the living room, careful to stay in the shadows. He looked around the corner of a wall just in time to see a gloriously naked Alyssa rise onto her knees on the sofa, her legs straddling Ben's hips and open wide to his avid gaze. Nick stroked himself harder and admired the perfection of her breasts, the darkened nipples hardened so much he was sure she was experiencing that exquisite pleasure-pain that good sex sometimes brings. As he watched, Alyssa ran one hand over breasts, tugging at her nipples to release some of the pressure before she gave a little cry of frustration and thrust them wantonly in her husband's face, biting her lower lip when he sucked one swollen nipple deeply into his mouth. When her small, warm hand came around to cover the base of Ben's shaft and guide him into her slick wetness, Nick nearly groaned with frustration at not having her hand and then her tight, wet pussy clamped around {i}him{/i}. Nick watched, transfixed, as Alyssa rode Ben at a mind-numbing pace, muffling her cries of excitement as best she could, running her petite hands all over both their bodies, searching for the most pleasure, the most fulfillment. When the pace grew so intense, and the climax inside of her was clawing its way out Alyssa gave into a last deep, throaty moan and heard it echoed by Ben as he finished right with her, coming inside of her in several quick bursts that she milked out of him the best she could. Just as the couple on the couch was finishing, so was Nick from his hiding place in the kitchen. He hadn't been able to control himself, so he had stroked himself to completion in unison with their orgasms, and he'd came all over the wall he hid behind. Before he could stop it, a satisfied groan slipped through his lips. By the frantic and startled gasps coming from the living room, he knew Alyssa had heard him. *** *** *** Alyssa's entire body felt like melted wax under Ben's stroking hands after they'd climaxed together and she was sure that as soon as the two of them could rouse enough energy, they'd pleasure each other all over again. They were that insatiable. But all her contentment was shattered when she heard a low, distinctly male groan come from the kitchen. She gasped in shock and bolted upright, feeling Ben's now limp cock slip out of her with a quiet slurping sound as she jumped to her feet and tried vainly to hide her naked body behind her hands as her startled eyes met Nick's guilty ones across the room. "Oh god, Nick! What the hell are you doing down here?" She asked in shock, her voice still husky from the sex. Lamely Nick shook his head, trying to form coherent thoughts, when all he could think of was how amazing Alyssa looked after she'd been pleasured; her skin warmed and flushed as blood rushed to the surface, the nipples of her heavy swollen breasts still perking upwards, the slight abrasions on the inside of her thighs where Ben's 5 o'clock shadow had rubbed mercilessly during a bout of hot oral pleasuring… "'Lys…. I don't know what to say…" Alyssa tried to hold on to her shock, her anger, but the way that Nick's hard gaze continued to rake over her naked body as if trying to memorize every inch of it, started to arouse her again. Ben, who had been silently contemplating every angle of this situation since Nick had entered the room, just said her name softly and tugged Alyssa once again to sit on his lap, but this time she was facing Nick, her back nestled against his chest. "Ben…" she started to protest, but her husband just shushed her quietly. His hands stroked soothingly over Alyssa's shoulders, back and arms, but his eyes never left Nick's face. "What do you think of my wife, Nick?" His hand stroked lazily under her arm and across her ribs to gently cup her left breast, his thumb absently caressing her distended nipple. Nick shook his clouded head, unable to imagine why Ben hadn't leapt off the couch and started pounding on him already. If anyone had seen his wife this way, Nick would have killed the man first and then regretted it later. Nick's eyes were drawn involuntarily to where Ben's hand lay possessively over Alyssa's creamy breast and the saliva in his mouth dried up. God! What he wouldn't give to be the one holding her like that! "I asked you a question, Nick," Ben said again, enjoying his role as mediator between his own fantasies and those that were obviously running through Nick's own mind. He'd wanted to see Alyssa with another man or woman for years now, wanted to know how she'd react to the pleasure that other people could bring her. He kissed the side of Alyssa's neck and felt her shudder of response. "What do you think of my wife?" Nick had to clear his throat before he could speak, aware that his previously spent cock was hard again and eagerly starting to poke out the waistband of his loose-fitting pants. "She's beautiful. A goddess." He managed to choke out. Ben gently moved Alyssa's hand away from where it modestly lay covering her shaven sex, and nudged her legs open a very little bit, sliding his warm hand slowly up and down the inside of her thighs. When she tried to clamp around his hand to prevent this intimacy in front of Nick, he merely nudged her open again. "Do you want to fuck my wife Nick?" Ben asked in that quiet way of his. "Because I think you do. I think you've fantasized about her for years." His voice was soft, seductive, and just a little dangerous. "Why don't you come a little closer, Nick?" Nick's feet had obeyed Ben's words without Nick being aware of it. He stood right in front of the couple, his erection stirring hungrily in his pants at his nearness to his adolescent fantasies fulfilled. His hand reached out involuntarily to run over Alyssa's main of dark hair, playing with the tips of it, lifting it away from her breast so that he could see them unguarded. In that silky, smooth voice of his Ben said, "If you want to fuck her, you have to tell me, Nick. You have only to say the words and it can become a reality. She's already turned on by this little display, aren't you babe?" He caught her earlobe between his teeth and continued to slide his finger up and down her wet slit, using her own juices to lubricate her taut nipples. Alyssa's only response to Ben's question was a deep, throaty moan. "Just think Nick," Ben continued in that same tempting tone of voice, "You could have your cock in my wife, you could be pounding yourself into her sweet, tight little hole if only you'd just say the words. She'd probably be really grateful to you, too. And when she's feeling particularly grateful, Alyssa gives really great head. I'm talking truly world-class blowjobs." He smiled as he felt the response of his wife's body, heard her tiny gasps as his words weaved a fantasy in her own brain. "I…" Nick trailed off. Alyssa was so hot, so seemingly ready, but he wasn't sure she truly wanted him. He wasn't sure she wasn't just being seduced by Ben's voice and caresses into taking part in both men's fantasies. But then Alyssa looked up at him with wide eyes that burned with hunger and need, a lust for him he'd never seen in his own wife's eyes. "Please Nick," she whispered quietly. That one, pleading word undid all the control he was fighting for and the truth came tumbling out of his lips, "God I want you. I've wanted to fuck you since we were fifteen years old. Even tonight, while Jane was in the room, all I could think about was bending you over the fricking counter or having you straddle me in my chair and riding me until we were both mindless. I want to fuck you. I want to come inside you and hear you moan for more." More turned on than she'd ever been before in her life Alyssa reach out and grasped Nick's wrist, bringing his hand up to her mouth. She licked her lips in anticipation, then kissed the tip of his middle finger, then slid her tongue all the way from his fingertip to its base. She laved at the base of his finger for a moment, then sucked the length of his finger inside of her mouth in a parody of the act he was clearly thinking about. All the while, Ben's hands never stopped pleasuring his wife, his thumb rubbing quick circles around and around it, never giving her the full contact, the full fulfillment she craved so desperately. She'd never been this horny, this frustrated, this anxious for anything in her whole life. She discovered that the stirring of Ben's cock against her ass, and the not-so- steady sound of Nick's breath pushing too quickly through his lips was an aphrodisiac like no other. She found that she liked the thought of her husband watching her, encouraging her to fuck Nick in front of him, for his pleasure of watching as much as her pleasure in the doing. Dessert Ben patted Alyssa's ass and then urged her to move off of him so that he could get up and give the new couple a little more space. He walked across the room, poured himself another glass of wine and took a seat in his favourite easy chair, intending to enjoy the coming show to its fullest. He stroked himself with one hand as he brought the glass of wine to his lips with the other. Nick couldn't believe what was happening to him, but he couldn't bare to pinch himself in case this whole fantasy-come-reality wasn't really real. Alyssa stood in front of him now, her petite frame seeming even smaller next to his height. Without a word, but with a low hum of appreciation deep in her throat, she tugged his cotton pants down around his ankles and waited patiently while he stepped out of them altogether. Nick's cock was slightly longer and much thicker than Ben's was, and the contrasts between the two parts interested Alyssa enormously. She was already wet just thinking about how Nick would feel inside of her, stretching her more fully than she'd ever been stretched before. His hands reached out to lightly touch her hips first, and Alyssa thought she'd nearly come out of her skin at that slight touch alone it was so foreign and wonderful. Then he skimmed his fingers in a slow trail over every inch of her body he could reach while standing, learning every curve and dip and pleasure point he could. He wanted to draw the pleasure and raw sexual tension for both of them and for Ben, who was watching silently still, his breathing a little more laboured after watching their initial reaction to each others' touch. Both of Nick's hands came up to squeeze and knead at Alyssa's round breasts, lifting them to feel the weight of them in his palms, tweaking her nipples to increase her pleasure. He slowly bent his head and drew the nipple of her right breast into his mouth, hungrily nibbling, twisting, pinching, anything to illicit the hot little gasps she wasn't able to control. He felt Alyssa shudder once, then twice as she rose in a first quiet climax. Her right hand clamped around him so hot he nearly came right there before he was able to control it. Her hand moved along his shaft with purpose, spreading the pre cum that dewed the top of his cock along its whole length, massaging it into his burning skin. She ran a cool fingertip along the slit at the head of is penis then covered the entire head with her palm, massaging him gently to a painful arousal. With her left hand she rolled his balls, giving them attention as well, loving the feel of them jerking and swelling in hand, imagining how it would feel when he unloaded into her tight hole. "Fuck, I'm wet!" Alyssa moaned, finally breaking the quiet spell that had fallen over the living room. Instinctively she moved her hips, grinding them towards Nick's hands as she continued to work on his pulsing rod with her own silky soft hands. Nick ran a palm over her shaven mound, thrilling in the smoothness. He trailed a fingertip over her swollen clit, already able to feel the hot, wet damp of her arousal. When he failed to give her what she wanted, Alyssa moaned in frustration and pressed her hand over his, guiding him until he had two fingers deep inside of her, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head as he flicked them back and forth quickly inside of her. She was about to scream with pleasure, but Nick's mouth covered hers aggressively, thrusting his tongue in and out of her, mimicking the motion and speed of his fingers. When she sucked on his tongue and nibble on his lower lip, she drove him wild wondering what that hover-vac of a mouth could do on other parts of his anatomy. God! She was a thousand times hotter than anything he'd ever imagined. A thousand times tighter and more aroused. When Alyssa's face flushed, her breathing grew ragged and her moans became screams, she finished her second orgasm of the night with Nick and decided it was time to up the tempo a little. Alyssa walked over to the couch and bent over its back, her sweet ass lifting in perfect temptation for Nick. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him one hell of a come-hither smile, licking her lips sweetly in anticipation. "I want you inside of me Nick," she told him in that throaty, sex-filled voice of hers. "I want your thick, hot cock fucking me hard from behind. I want to feel you slam into me, your balls smacking my ass…" She didn't get another word out as the picture her words had created sprang to life in Nick's mind and his patience broke, mounting her with a fierce passion, ramming into her so hard he shocked an excited cry out of her. Alyssa could do nothing but absorb the sensations as his thick head, lubed with his hot pre-cum slammed into her over and over again. The feel of his long, thick cock pushing in and out of her almost violently, the knowledge that this was not her husband who was banging her into blissful oblivion, made her even wetter. She could feel her juices running down around the long length of him, making his each stroke into her tight hole only more pleasurable. Alyssa swore she could feel every vein and ridge on his cock as he pounded into her. Nick couldn't believe his luck. The woman of every fantasy he'd ever had in his entire teen and adult life was right now leaning over the back of her couch, moaning his name and bouncing back against him like a wanton little whore, exciting at the slurping sounds the two of them were making as they came together and then slid apart, even as her own husband watched and jerked off to them. Nick hadn't been able to be gentle with her, and he was sure that her hips and breasts would bear marks from his rough touch, a strangely exciting thought to him. She was so amazingly tight that Nick had almost come after his first stroke into her. God she was hot! "Oh god Nick! Oh god!" She cried in wild abandon now, not even trying to be quiet anymore. Her senses were reeling to fast and too hard for her to care that they might wake Jane up. "Fuck me! Oh dear god! Nick, fuck me!" Her words undid him more than anything. His grip on her hips tightened, "Oh shit, Alyssa. I'm coming… I'm fucking going to come. Stay with me!" Alyssa felt his cock jerk and twitch inside of her, she felt the pressure of his balls as they contracted and released, and she moaned like a little slut as he shot load after load into her throbbing cunt. When he was done, and he rested exhausted, his limp cock still inside of her, her body still bent over the couch, he trailed kisses down her back and reached around her to fondle her firm, sweet tits appreciatively. When Alyssa began to stir sleepily, a smile as content as the cat that ate the canary crossing her face, Nick picked her up and carried her around to the other side of the couch and sat down with her on his lap. "How was that, baby?" he asked into her ear, running his tongue around the outside shell of it. Alyssa practically purred as she ran her hands lazily over her own body, lingering on her now tender breasts before sliding slowly to rest between her legs. The insides of her thighs were damp with her own juices, her pussy lips swollen and achingly sensitive to her touch. "Mmm… That was incredible." She forced herself to open her eyes and smiled at Ben who still had his hand firmly stroking his cock. "Did you enjoy watching us, baby?" Her husband merely smiled and gestured to her to come over to him. As relaxed and fluid as liquid, she gave Nick a last hot, wet kiss before sliding to the ground and crawling on all fours over to the chair that Ben reclined in. She ran her hands up and down the outside of his thighs before reaching up to wind them around his neck, pulling him down so that she could kiss him senseless, pressing her warm breasts against his chest, rubbing him with them for good measure. "God! I think I've created a monster. You're insatiable!" he groaned out when she merely licked her lips and snuggled into him. But Ben's eyes crossed and his breath backed up in his lungs as his wife started the next act. "Did I mention that I was grateful to you for this little idea of yours, Ben? Like, really grateful?!" Her eyes gleamed in the semi-darkness of the room. Alyssa ran the tips of his nails lightly up the inside of Ben's thighs, back and forth, slowly drawing out the anticipation, her eyes holding his gaze intently before they slid down his body to fix on his already throbbing cock as it swelled under her attention. She brushed both her thumbs lazily up the entire length of him, her pressure feather-light, arousing him fully with barely any effort. Her hands still working torturously slowly on his member, Alyssa began to plant light kisses along his thighs, the hair there tickling her slightly. She ran her tongue around his navel and down along his treasure trail teasingly, careful to draw out the anticipation she could feel humming through Ben's tense body. Alyssa rested her cheek on Ben's thigh, her lips only inches away from her ultimate goal. She licked her lips hungrily, but forced herself to go slowly even though all she wanted was the feeling of her husband's thick cock swelling in her mouth. Patiently she ran smooth fingers over his balls, cupping them before squeezing them gently and massaging them with her thumbs. "Thata girl," Ben groaned as his hands ran into her hair, his fingers tangling it, then brushing it off of her face, clearing the view so that Nick could see and appreciate everything Alyssa was doing to him from across the room. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, nearly coming out of his skin when Alyssa's hot little tongue touched him for the first time. With one hand in her hair and the other one making long, lazy strokes along her jaw, down her neck and across her shoulders, Ben greedily urged her lips to make fuller contact, practically begging for what she would give him. Nick could barely believe his eyes as he watched Alyssa arouse Ben to the point of what had to be an almost painful erection. God he was so turned on by all of this. What he wouldn't give for her hot, wet mouth to be sucking him off right now. But even still, he loved to watch her body, the way her back arched as she bent over Ben's lap, the way she wiggled her ass in his direction, raising it enough for him to see her swollen, dripping pussy. God, she had a mouth like a Hoover Vac and the body of a pin-up, what more could a man ask for? Alyssa moaned deep in her throat anticipating the pleasure she could bring Ben, loving the power she had to arouse and torture. She pressed her breasts against his legs, running her nipples wantonly against him, turned on by the contrasting feel of them against his hair. Finally she gave into her desires and ran her wet tongue along the entire length of him, from base to head, thrilling in the shudders and moans she could draw from him. She was murmuring things to him now, dirty, hot little phrases that only increased their pleasure as she ran hot, open mouth kisses along the sides of his manhood. She licked up and down his shaft teasingly before swirling her tongue around his head, running it over his slit. His hands grew desperate in her hair as he fought to possess her mouth more fully. He grunted with satisfaction when he felt her take him all the way into her mouth and as far down her throat as it was possible for him to go. Alyssa moaned like a little slut as she sucked hard on his rock-hard cock as he continued to deep fuck her throat, straining and grunting with the effort to find his own pleasure. Alyssa could feel her who body flush with the exertion of pleasuring her husband, she could feel her juices dewing and beginning to drip down her inner thighs. Deciding to tease him a little, Alyssa let his head slide from her mouth with a satisfying pop. She slid her fingers between her own legs and into her wetness then rubbed her juices in long, slow motions up and down his cock, her mouth always hovering just enough above his member that it never made contact. The possibility that he could ram his manhood into the warm, wet cave of Alyssa's mouth and the feel of her breath as it panted out of her in short gasps drove Ben wild. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he surged upwards with his pelvis and guided her face down with the hand in her hair at the same time. He groaned triumphantly and he slid all the way into her, touching the back of her throat. She stroked him with her hand in unison with her mouth, the tight "O" of her lips sucking the most pleasure she could from him. Nick couldn't take it anymore. The sight of his best friend giving the blowjob of a lifetime to her husband on the floor in front of him was just too much. The sight of her lips as they strained around Ben's cock, the jiggle of her heavy breasts. The wet sounds of sucking and slurping as Alyssa noisily continued to deep throat Ben was painfully arousing. When Ben's eyes opened to meet Nick's and he smiled a smile of pure invitation, Nick didn't wait for him to offer again. He slid to the floor and came up behind Alyssa, her mouth still latched happily onto her husband's cock. Nick drew her farther back and onto her knees, spreading her legs wider and running a large arm around her waist, caressing her flat stomach with one hand as he gripped his hard cock in the other hand and positioned it to plunge into her, filling her fully from behind once again. The moan that escaped from Alyssa vibrated in her throat and nearly had Ben coming at once. The feeling was absolutely indescribable. The sensation of having two cocks buried deep in her hot little body, one at each end, both stretching her fully, was the most arousing thing she'd ever felt before in her life – something she wanted to experience again and again for as long as the two men could last. Nick slid his massive cock knob in and out of her tight little passage teasingly, drawing out their pleasure, forcing her to push her ass back at him and open her swollen pussy lips wider, begging him for release of her own. She wanted to come and she was impatient with it. When Nick finally thrust all the way into her, Alyssa reared up, Ben's dick falling from her lips, dripping a bit of pre-cum down her chin. Alyssa reached up to drag Ben's face down to her to kiss while Nick pounded into her from behind, leaving possessive bruises on her hips as his fingers dug in for purchase. Ben could taste himself on her lips as he fucked her with his mouth, guiding her hand to wrap around his dick for a handjob. The excited moans coming out of Alyssa's hot little mouth, the nearly breathless gasps were music to the ears of the men she was fucking like a fifty dollar whore. Ben, impatient with the kissing, guided Alyssa's head back to his lap, moving his hips with the steady sucking rhythm she set, shallow fucking her mouth as Nick pounded into her from behind, grunting her passion and satisfaction after each thrust. He felt his balls begin to tighten and jerk, his cock begin to twitch as she tightened her pussy muscles around the length of him expertly. "Oh god! ‘Lys, I'm coming. I'm going to fucking come again! That's it baby, take me. Take me all in. Show me how you like it!" Nick could feel sweat pop out on his forehead as he fought for his pleasure, twisting her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he rammed into her over and over and over again from behind. Alyssa moaned happily around Ben's cock as it filled her mouth, and followed Nick into his orgasm, squeezing every drop of cum out of his cock, practically screaming as the pleasure ripped through her. As Nick's thick rod pulsed inside of her, emptying himself over and over again into her tight little hole, she knew she'd found heaven. There was something incredible about having a man come inside of you when you had yet another man's cock in your mouth. Alyssa could feel the wetness sloppy within her and loved every second of the sensation as she continued to suck off Ben wantonly. Nick, a dazed but pleased expression on his face eased out of Alyssa's wonderful body and dropped back onto the carpet, exhausted, as he listened to the sounds of the fucking still going on. God, Alyssa was an animal! Like the freaking Energizer bunny – she'd just keep going… and going… and going. "C'mon baby. That's right. That's my baby," Nick could hear Ben's breathless and excited voice coaching Alyssa as she sucked him, her lips and tongue teasing every bit of pleasure out of him she could. Ben couldn't hold on any longer as he watched Alyssa's beautiful face slurping at his hard rod and felt her silky soft hands jerking him off, he knew it was time. He didn't even bother to warn Alyssa, knowing how hot coming in her mouth usually made her. He felt his cock twitch, jerk twice in warning them shot load after load of come down her throat which she greedily sucked at it and swallowed it al down. Ben groaned loudly after his completion and then dragged Alyssa onto his lap, spreading her legs and finger fucking her until she came for the final time. When she was sated, Alyssa curled sleepily against her husband's chest, loving the well-used feeling of her body as his hands stroked her soothingly, as his voice murmured endearments in a low voice into her ear. Before she knew it, she was sleeping easily with her arms twined around his neck, her butt snuggled into his lap, his cock now resting easily against her ass cheeks. "Well… that was fun." Ben stated with a cocky grin splitting his face as her ran his hands lightly over the bruises Nick had made on Alyssa's hip. "We'll have to invite you over for dinner more often!" Nick just chuckled deep in his throat, running a hand over the heart that was still pounding in his chest to fall lazily against his abdomen, close to his spent but well-pleasured cock, "God! I think that was the best dessert I've ever had!" Dessert I am given the gift of surrender. My lover has agreed to let me love and please him the way I want to. I am allowed to express my true sexual self, openly, uninhibited and without shame. Every detail since leaving Virginia at dawn has been perfect, and now I'm here, in Vancouver. The plane has landed and the only thing I can think about is that he is inside waiting for me. I feel I've know him all my life, he is all I can think about since we met 6 years ago. Entering from the gate, looking around I see him. Standing there with a huge smile on his face. I run into his arms, kissing him with such passion. He tells how good it is to see me and happy I was able to make the trip. He has invited me here as a gift for my birthday and has granted me a wish. I spent a great deal of time thinking about what to ask for and tonight he has promised to make my wish come true. We leave the airport and head the hotel. We check in and head to our room. There he pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. He says he has a meeting this afternoon and that He has arranged for a day of pampering for me at the hotel spa. He would be back around 6, to fulfill my bday wish. Kissing me bye for now and tells me to enjoy my afternoon. As much as I enjoyed my day, I'm anxious to get to the room and prepare everything. Once inside, I see there is a bottle of Champagne, icing by the bed, I help myself to a glass and call for room service to place my own special order. I place candles all around the room, the scent of sandalwood and the warm glow cast a hypnotic spell and I am over come with anticipation and desire. There's a knock at the door, I open the door and then sigh, it is only room service. I tip him and send him on his way so I can make sure everything is perfect. The platter of fruit, bursting with color and a warming pot of chocolate, hmm the sweetness that awaits. It is to be my night, my turn to please and satisfy my lover as I wish. I'm dressing in red, I decided to forego the panties, wearing only a flowing satin robe, wearing it opened, draping loosely from my shoulders. The afternoon at the spa has made my skin especially lovely and even I am aroused by its silkiness. Taking a quick look around the room, wanting everything to be perfect. Oops! I notice one of the scarves that I've hidden in the nightstand sticking out. A knock at the door, 'it's him'. I compose myself, take a deep breath and step into my fantasy. I open the door. His astonishment quickly changes to an awareness of what he is about to experience. I can see in his eyes, the wonderful look of surrender. I pull him into the room by his tie and close the door. "Hi baby, how was your day?" I say, smiling playfully and handing a glass of bubbly. I turn him so that his back is towards the bed and as I push him toward it, he stammers an incoherent response to my question. The backs of his knees collide with the bed and I begin to remove his jacket. He is eager and wants to help me undress him but I gently push his hands to his sides. The soft leather is like butter between my fingers as I slip the jacket from his shoulders and throw it onto the chair, loosen his tie and toss it in the same direction. (My next move is corny, but it is my bday) My hands grasp the collar of his shirt and I rip all the buttons off, sending the soaring about the room. When the giggling stops, I fall to my knees in front of him. Undoing his belt and looking up into his eyes, pleading with him to let me continue. He smiles and places his hands on my head, stroking my hair. This is all the permission I need. My heart is racing as I undo his trousers. I hide my excitement well and appear to be in complete control, calm as I slide his pants down his legs and help him step out of them. His cock is straining against the tight boxers that cling to his thighs and firm ass. I slip my fingers into waistband and peel them off him. His cock is magnificent, thick. I can't take my eyes off it. He moans softly as feels my breath and I smile at myself when I notice his body is quivering. "Not yet, my love," I purr as I get to my feet and gently push him back on the bed. I choose the plumpest strawberry that I can find, dip it into the liquid confection and hold it over his chest. Letting it drip on his nibbles, down his stomach, watching the sweetness fill his belly button. He moans and writhers on the bed, begging me to touch him but I plop the strawberry into his mouth and he is occupied for a moment. It is the perfect time to introduce the scarves. Before he has a chance to protest, I wrap his wrist, binding them to the head posts and repeating with his ankles. He is now spread eagle on the bed, naked, vulnerable and mine. I begin to play. More fruit, more chocolate, each piece drips with warmth, each drip creates frantic anticipation and heightening desire. Down his legs, painting his inner thighs with sweet, sticky stripes of chocolate, working my way to his feet and toes. I have yet to touch his handsome cock, and I can see beads of sweat forming on his brow. I reach for another piece of fruit, soak it in chocolate and suspend it over him. I slowly soak his thick shaft and pause to dip the pineapple once more. His moaning and shaking is involuntary now and I can see pools collecting in the corners of his eyes. When I finally allow the chocolate to drizzle over the pulsing head, his hips buck and he cries out for me, pleading for me to take him, to make love to him. I will honor his pleas and I begin... Moving down to the foot of the bed, I start with his toes, licking and sucking each one, giving each one the same loving attention as the one before. MY mouth moves slowly, kissing and licking my way up each leg. I am moaning my pleasure softly and my pussy becomes wetter and wetter each time that my lover cries out my name. My mouth is on his inner thigh. I am pushing my face into the crease of his leg and eagerly suck the chocolate, snaking my tongue out and flicking it up and down the joint of his leg, stopping to suck gently for a moment. When I bring my head up and begin to lick his belly, I can see the precum oozing from his cock mingling with the chocolate. My clitoris engorges immediately at this lovely sight, pushing itself proudly through the lips of my pussy. His moans are more akin to whimpering now and I too, am anxious to wrap my mouth around his sweet cock. I scoop the chocolate from his navel with my tongue, kissing and licking my way up to his chest, sucking each nipple and giving each one a gentle bite. On my knees I straddle his face and reach down to spread my lips for him. His mouth frantically grabs for my hard little bud and I lower myself so that he can barely touch it with the tip of his tongue, low enough so that he can see how wet I am, low enough so that the smell of my arousal fills his senses. I drag myself backwards, sliding down his body on my pussy, smearing my sweet juices down his chest. I lift myself up and kneel between his legs, nuzzle my face into his crotch and begin to lick the chocolate that has run down to his little brown flower. I lick the rim softly before I press my tongue firmly against him and with one, long, loving lick the chocolate is gone and I move higher. Taking his balls into my mouth, gently running my tongue around them...saliva is dripping from the corner of my mouth, mmmm. Finally the prize, his cock, drenched in chocolate, throbbing and oozing. My lips kiss the head and my tongue slips out to licking the precum and chocolate... taking the head into my mouth, running my tongue over it, under and along the ridge, mmm.. pulling it into my mouth deeper, sucking it into my mouth and using my tongue to lick up and down the shaft. As I suck harder, my hand grips his balls and my head begins to move up and down on him faster and faster. His cock is hitting the back of my throat, so I slide my hands under is ass, forcing him deeper into my mouth. My throat opens for him, all of him. My face is so tightly pressed against him that my tongue curls down towards his brown flower and welcomes it to the party. I grab his ass harder and make him fuck my face. He is panting, groaning...his body shakes and writhers violently, so much I have to hold him firmly so that he won't slip out my mouth. He is pulling against the restraints, screaming my name, begging me not to stop as the pools in his eyes turn to tears that roll down his cheeks. Every time I suck his cock deeper into my mouth, the pressure around his thick shaft makes him scream louder. I feel his body stiffen and his cock turns to stone in my mouth. I want to taste him and I pull back just in time to catch his sweet, hot cum on my tongue.. mmmm.. my mouth is wrapped around his cock, sucking every drop from him... I finish it tenderly licking him clean, running my tongue up and down the shaft, making sure I have kissed away all the sticky fluid from him. I untie the scarves and crawl up the bed, along side him. He is covered with perspiration and his cheeks are wet from his tears. He reaches and pulls me close to him, kisses me, deeply, passionately and whispers; " Happy birthday, Sweetness." As I slip down into his arms I say; "Thank you, Love." Dessert After Golfing On a nice summer weekday in downstate Illinois, I decided to play 27 holes of golf at a regional golf resort. I arrived early in the morning and after eating breakfast in the restaurant, I hit balls on the driving range before ending at the practice green. While on the putting green I had a conversation with three young golfers from Evansville. Their names were Mark, Rick, and Mike and they all were lawyers in town for a large labor contract negotiation session. There had been a one day recess and they decided to play some golf in order to relax. Since I was a single, they invited me to join them to form a foursome. While playing the third nine holes, they invited me to join them for dinner and drinks at the round's completion. I commented, "My wife is planning on meeting me for dinner." Mark responded back, "Why not have her join us, because we have not had any female contact for several days." Rick joked, "We did see some female dancers at a local strip joint, but all of the audience was males just like all of our meetings at the negotiating table". I knew that my wife would enjoy the company of these three men, because they were all good looking with athletic bodies. "If I can use your cell phone, I'll call her now." When my wife answered I said, "I have three hot guys for you to meet tonight for drinks and dinner." My wife questioned me, "What should I wear?" "These guys are hot, so why not wear something hot to peak their interests. Put on your little black dress, black hose, and high heels. No bra or panties." My wife giggled, "What do you have in mind? A fivesome?" "No, a foursome involving you while I watch from the sidelines", I responded back. I gave her further instructions, "Don't forget to paint your finger nails and toenails. Wear some nice jewelry and also, make sure that your pussy is totally shaved and smooth. If you want, bring your pocket rocket." "See you soon", was all my wife said in response. After completing our round, the four of us went to the locker room for a shower. While in the shower I noticed that my wife might have quite a variety of cocks tonight. Mark was average length, Rick was longer, and Mike was extremely long. After dressing we headed into the bar and restaurant. While nursing some beers at the bar, Mark remarked "Look at the beautiful and sexy gal who just entered. I would give anything to see her naked." I remarked, "How about picking up our bar and restaurant tabs?" "Even that", Mark said. "Okay, get your wallet out; because that is my wife and I am sure that if I ask her she will give you a private strip tease." Mark tried to apologize, "I didn't know she was your wife. I was just joking. I didn't mean to offend you." "No offense taken, but I am holding you to your offer", I said with a smile. "Of course, I never go back on my word", Mark said. I had to admit that my wife looked great in her black dress. She is about 5'7" with auburn colored hair and brown eyes. She has great legs and 36C tits with gumdrop size nipples. She radiates confidence and has an independent spirit. In addition, she is caring and sensitive. Also, she enjoys the company of younger men (10-15 years younger). As my wife sat down on the bar stool between us, the lacy tops of her thigh highs were clearly visible to us. Rick offered to get her a beer, but she requested, "I want a margarita, it goes better with the hot and spicy Mexican food that this restaurant is noted for." It didn't take long for my wife to become the center of the conversation, as the three young lawyers vied for her attention. My wife loved it all. After a second drink she said, "Let's go eat something hot and spicy." Mike kidded back, "You are the hottest, spiciest, and sexiest dish that I can think of eating." "That may be true for you, but my stomach is empty and I need to eat to have plenty of energy for tonight", my wife joked back. The hostess seated us at a large round booth in the far corner of the dining room. My wife was seated between Mark and Rick. As dinner progressed I noticed that Mark and Rick occasionally didn't have both hands above the table and at times my wife's hands would disappear for a few minutes. Suspecting some hanky panky, I pretended to drop my knife to the floor. As I bend down to retrieve it, I noticed that Mark and Rick were playing with my wife's legs and pussy. She had spread her legs apart to give them better access to her shaved pussy. She had their trousers unzipped and was playing with their hard cocks. After I got my head above the table, I poked Mike and whispered in his ear, "You need to drop your napkin and while retrieving it check out the under-the-table body language." Mike did as told and he returned with a big smile on his face. Mike remarked to my wife and the companions on each side, "You three are such slow pokes. We're done with our dinners and you three are only half finished." My wife remarked back, "Don't worry these two will be done in a short time." She was right, within two minutes both Mark and Rick had ejaculated. After cleaning them up with her napkin my wife joked, "Let's go out on the golf course for moonlight walk. There is a full moon and the temperature is warm. Besides, my lips need some tender loving kisses." We walked to the far end of the golf course where the gazebo shelter and rest rooms were located. Once inside my wife sat down again between Mark and Rick. She had a leg over each of their knees. Her shaved pussy was fully exposed and looked very inviting. Again, Mark and Rick started playing with her legs and fingering her pussy while their other hands caressed her tits through her dress. Mike remarked, "That's not fair. I didn't get to play with you at the restaurant." My wife said with a smile, "You're right. How about coming over and eating my pussy?" As Mike knelt down between her legs and started licking her clit, my wife had the other guys remove her dress so that they could suck her nipples and massage her tits. It was a great sight seeing my wife being feasted upon by three young studs. After eating my wife for about ten minutes, Mike wanted to fuck her smooth pussy. As he stood up to enter her, she said, "Let's go over to the nearest green where we can lay down and get more comfortable. Since I am naked, you all have to be naked too. Leave your clothes here on the benches." As she walked toward the golf green my wife remarked to me, "Please bring my purse along. Inside are my pocket rocket and some K-Y warming liquid." Spread eagled on her back my wife motioned for Mark and Rick to come beside her head so that she could suck their cocks while Mike fucked her in the missionary position. She mentioned to Mike, "Lick my clit for a couple of minutes before you enter my pussy. While you're fucking me, will you finger my clit?" As she alternated between sucking Mark and Rick, Mike was fingering her clit as his cock slowly stroked her pussy. As Mike's stroke became more rapid, my wife requested of me, "Give Mike the vibrator so that I can get over the top. I want to have an orgasm as near to his as possible." Without missing a beat, Mike replaced his finger with the small vibrator. As Mike ejaculated in her pussy, my wife had the first of several orgasmic contractions. As Mike collapsed in a relaxed state to the golf green, Rick moved between my wife's legs to take his turn at fucking her hot and wet pussy. As he pressed his cock against her pussy lips, my wife requested, "I want you to take me doggy style. Grab my hips and ram your cock deep into my pussy while I continue to suck Mark." As Rick was fucking my wife from behind, he asked, "Give me the lubricant, I am going to stick my finger up her ass." As my wife deep throated Mark's cock and Rick was fucking her pussy and fingering her ass hole, I was stroking my cock as my eyes and ears took in every motion and moan. As before with Mike, my wife requested, "Rick please use the vibrator in my ass instead of your finger. I believe that I can have another orgasm with the vibrator!" As Rick shoved the vibrator in her ass, my wife let out a loud moan of pleasure. As Rick slapped her ass with his free hand, my wife begged him to fill her pussy with his warm semen. Before Rick could ejaculate, my wife had another orgasm that continued as Rick filled her married bald pussy with his warm juices. After Rick removed his cock and the vibrator, my wife was surprised that Mark had not climaxed. She smiled at him and said, "I have saved the best for last. I want to ride that hard cock. Lay down so that I can slide that big member into this wet pussy." As she slowly lowered herself on his cock, Mark massaged her tits and twisted her erect nipples. As she rode his cock, my wife remarked, "I don't need any vibrator this time to have an orgasm; because my clit is so enlarged and the motion is such that your pelvic area is stimulating it to an orgasm." With those words my wife came for the third time as Mark exploded inside of her. They collapsed to the golf green to join Mike and Rick in a mound of naked bodies. As we could hear sprinklers watering the fairways and greens in the distance, the three lawyers decided to head back to their rooms before getting wet. As they were getting dressed, Mark said, "That was the most fun we've had on a golf course ever. I'll leave a business card with our corporate telephone number in the gazebo. We should be back in the area next month to finalize this contract. Maybe we can get together again for golf, drinks, dinner, and dessert." (I knew by 'dessert' that he meant my wife.) "Sure, we're going to stay out here a little longer. I want to have some cream pie for dessert tonight." I responded to the three members of my golf foursome. My wife gave each of them a kiss good bye. Standing over me with her legs spread and semen licking down her thighs she said, "Suck my pussy dry and then fuck me." As always, I did as I am told and mixed my semen in with the other's. We got dressed and while walking back to the parking lot, the course superintendent approached us in a cart. He said, "Don't you know that the course, bar, and restaurant closes at ten o'clock?" My wife with a flirting voice said, "We were checking out the hole location for tomorrow's hole-in-one competition on the 16th hole." "Yes, some lucky person may win a car tomorrow for a hole-in-one on that green." said the superintendent. I remarked back, "A car is nice, but my foursome today got a better prize on that green!" With a puzzled look on his face the superintendent asked, "What kind of prize?" My wife smiled back, "Oh it was a smooth and creamy dessert." I looked at my wife and laughed as the superintendent drove off in his cart to check the sprinklers. Dessert at Barrymore's The business meeting had been short and sweet. Our small company management team was at the old Las Vegas MGM Grand hotel and casino. It was a majestic and modern facility rebuilt from the ashes of the fire in 1980 that killed 85 people. The management meeting was just long enough to qualify the trip as business expense for corporate tax purposes. While we were in our meeting, our wives went shopping. The meeting ended long before the shopping did so we moved to the lounge and had a few drinks. The next event on the agenda was dinner and it was about noon when our wives walked into the lobby chatting. Carol and I had already played the slots early in the morning, so we walked past the casino floor toward the elevators. "I think it would be fun to go to the room for several hours before we need to get ready for dinner," said Carol. Her voice indicated she didn't mean we'd go to the room to nap or read. My dick crept slowly inside my trousers because it knew what was in store. "That sounds like fun," I growled softly. When we were alone in the elevator and the door closed, Carol gripped my hand, slid it to her crotch which seemed warm underneath her shorts - probably wet in hot juice but I couldn't tell. She pivoted to me so we were belly to belly and with a little thrust of her hips her crotch was tightly enveloping my swelling cock. When the door opened on our floor I thought it was fortunate that our room was only a couple doors down the hall. I don't think we would have endured a long walk without raping each other right on the hallway carpet. Now, as I reflect on it, I wonder just what these 30-something shoppers had been discussing on their excursion. The room door had barely shut before we attacked each other. There was heavy breathing going on and items of summer wear were flying randomly across the room. Our tongues were invading each other's mouths and when we were naked I could distinctly identify Carol's metallic aroma of pussy juice imparting an erotic incense to the hotel room. Breathlessly, Carol rasped, "Oh, fuck me first and then we'll play!". Her hands grabbed behind my neck and she wrapped her legs around my hips. Using blind aim or Kentucky windage, she managed to thrust a very wet and hot pussy right onto my hardon in one movement. I matched her talented thrust with my own and we were instantly banging wildly, standing until we lost balance, falling onto the couch. I landed on top. The couch bounced and did a little dance as I thrusted wildly. Sounds of pussy suction and sharp groin slaps were augmented by Carol's grunts and screams. The wobble-wobble of the couch dancing acted as a rhythm section in this trio. Carol had one foot on the carpet and one on the sofa back as we continued to fuck wildly. Carol screamed deep down in her throat and I felt the lower half of her body shake in irregular spasms. There is no mistaking Carol's orgasm. "Don't... don't ... stop keep ... fuh ... fuck ... fucking me oh ... nnnmmmgg ... keep ..." We quickly changed positions and now with our sweat mingling, smearing, lubricating, Carol was on top with her eyes half closed, pupils not quite aligned and sightless. Her mouth was open and guttural sounds were emanating from deep in her torso. Her fair, freckled skin was in a crimson blush. Her natural light red, curly hair was flitting and flying around. Her beautiful and curvaceous breasts with light brown aeriola were bouncing with each pump. She humped me until I felt her second orgasm paralyze her thrusts and again her pussy, legs and feet flopped in involuntary jerks. When the tremors subsided she fell, sweating profusely, onto my chest. After a short, very sweaty embrace, we stood and I carried Carol's limp form to the bed and laid her so that her knees were even with the edge of the mattress. I spread her thighs and with my knees on the floor, I slowly and tenderly ate Carol's pussy. Our mingled juices tasted better than any vintage wine. I ate her until I felt a mild aftershock and then we rested. During the afternoon we had several Fuckfests with rests in between. After the last one I noticed out the window a man at the adjoining motel a very short distance away sitting on his room balcony watching us as if our large sliding glass door was a television. I showed Carol and she giggled. "Let's give him the Grand Finale," she whispered evilly. "On our balcony," I added. We moved, still naked and sweating, to a lounge chair on the balcony. With Carol on top with her pussy and ass aimed at the happy voyeur, she humped my sore dick with her sore pussy. I could see the man over the horizon of her bobbing ass between thrusts. He had pulled his shorts down below his knees and was stroking himself. Carol managed a couple fake orgasms for the stranger's benefit, complete with spasms, grunts and screams. When we arrived at the end of Act III, she plopped lifeless onto my chest. I knew she didn't need to act for that part of the scene because we were both exhausted. There was suddenly the sound of a number of people applauding and a couple of whistles. On the balconies of the adjoining motel a half dozen or so balconies were inhabited with individuals and couples. It was a standing O but there would be no encore. If there was to be a second performance it wouldn't be until very late after the evening dinner and show with my associates. We stood straight, naked as jaybirds, hand-in-hand and did a Broadway style bow. About an hour later I was in suit and tie and Carol in an evening dress as we left the room to join the others for dinner in the fancy Barrymore's restaurant. Carol softly said something on the way to the elevator that she almost wished there were no dinner and that we could have kept screwing. I chuckled and said something about needing a break. She told me her whole body was still tingling. I told her my hardon wouldn't go away. Outside Barrymore's entrance all six couples arrived at about the same time. There was some chit-chat about everyone's afternoon. I said we had been reading and napping. Carol looked like she was stifling a giggle. The restaurant was really classy and our group was seated at a large, round table with a heavy, long tablecloth reaching most of the way to the floor. The table would easily have seated more than the twelve in our group, so we were spread out comfortably. We all engaged in animated and fun conversation. That is one thing I liked about this company. Everyone was "good people" and fun to be with. Dinner was served by formally dressed waiters and the food was perfect. I had an awesome prime rib I could hardly finish. My body was strangely still tingling with undying arousal and I sensed Carol was in a similar condition. During a time when others were engaged in conversation and we were just listening, I placed my hand gently on Carol's knee and raised the hem of her dress so I could feel her thigh. The tablecloth hid my movements and I could feel the heat of her skin. She twitched and I knew then that she was still as aroused as I was. As my hand lightly moved higher she whispered under her breath, "Stop it" in a tone that meant she didn't really mean it. I touched the hot, damp crotch of her panties and she squirmed a little as I slid my fingers to her clitoris and massaged it gently. She and I sat as if nothing were going on under the tablecloth and reacted with smiles and nods to the conversation of others. Carol was breathing heavier but not noisily enough for anyone else to notice. Her silky and sopping wet labia were responding to my clandestine touch as my fingers stroked her throbbing clit. Her breath was now catching and irregular but she was doing a professional job of being discreet. I was the only one at the table who noticed the soft sound of her shoe falling onto the carpet as she experienced a volcanic but silent orgasm. Her legs shook and her other shoe fell to the carpet softly. I was the only one who could hear the soles of her feet sliding uncontrollably on the nap of the carpet. I looked at her and her fair skin had the blotchy redness of her orgastic throes but her face politely belied her condition. I was hoping she would not cry out and she didn't. When her pussy passed through the throbbing and pulsating and settled down, I removed my hand and brought the fingers toward my face, smelling her savory juices. Dessert was served. We were the only ones at the table who had two desserts. And we were the only ones who knew it. We all left the table then and headed to MGM's theatre for the show. After the show and the group wishing each other "Good night" we returned to our room. Too tired to do any more playing, we lay in each other's arms talking and chuckling about the dessert at Barrymore's. Dessert at Harbour Sixty Inspired by The House of Holes... ***** "And would you care for dessert?" he asked. The waiter looked so attractive in his suit. He had such a nice smile and warm manner. You had caught him earlier in the evening looking at your cleavage. You had smiled back at him. Your eyes had locked for a moment and you had felt yourself become moist. "Oh...I'm rather full" you answered looking at me. "What about you Jim?" "Well, yes. I was thinking that I would try..." I searched the menu for the proper name of the dessert. "Here it is - My Wife's Cunt." Your eyes widened. "Oh, really Jim! You've had that so often recently" you said with a bit of panic in your voice. Immediately you realized how what you had said could be misunderstood. "The dessert I mean! You've had that so many times when we've eaten out." "You're not making things any clearer for the waiter." I said with a wry smile - first looking at you then up at him. You turned to the waiter. Your face was red. The waiter was trying to suppress a smile. "How do you serve it here?" I asked trying to change the subject...somewhat. "It's quite moist. We serve it warm with Devonshire cream and maple syrup liqueur on the side Sir. It really is quite nice. A favourite for many" he added. "I'll have that then, thank you". I handed him the menu. He turned to you. "And are you sure you wouldn't like anything else Mam?" he asked lowering his head and turning toward you. "Well...yes. I think I'll have a sherry thank you." Your eyes met his. You raised an eyebrow, smiled and rolled your eyes. He flashed a smile and left. He's charming you thought. Leaning toward me you said in a low voice "Jim, you're incorrigible! I have trouble keeping up with you." Looking you directly in the eyes, I responded "But you enjoy trying, right?" You leaned back in your chair shaking your head. You started to think of the day we had just had together - fondling my hard cock as we drove into the city, the men - and women - looking at your cleavage and ass as we walked through the flower show, the couple that we had watched make love at the club, my hard cock against your ass as we napped late in the afternoon. Suddenly you felt your cunt becoming warm and wet. You awoke from your thoughts and sat upright. Your legs had spread. You brought them back together. I noticed you fidgeting in your chair. "Anything the matter?" "No, I just feel a bit warm" you answered. "It's been a lovely day Jim." You didn't mention how wet you felt between your legs. "Here you go Mam" said the waiter as he placed a glass of sherry in front of you. "And "My Wife's Cunt" for you Sir." "Thank you." "Anything else?" he asked. As he left, we both looked down at my plate. "It looks beautiful, doesn't it? What a beautiful red colour. Look at the folds" I said. I pulled one to the side. You felt a pleasant sensation between your legs and gasped. "Could you feel that?" I asked astonished. "It was as if I did" you said somewhat surprised. "Try that again." I ran my finger along the side of a fold in my dessert. You gripped the table. I could see the juices starting to flow out of my dessert. I looked at you. "I think we're going to enjoy this dessert" I said with a wry incredulous smile. I brought the plate up to my face and licked some of the cream off another fold of the dessert. "Uhhhhhhh" You twisted in your chair. The waiter returned just at that moment. You quickly sat forward in your chair and reached for your sherry. Trying to look non-chalant, you took a sip. You felt the warmth of the drink flow down your throat into your chest. It almost matched the warmth between your legs. "What do you think of your dessert Sir?" he asked looking at me. "Very nice" I said. He nodded and smiled. Before leaving us, he turned toward you and winked. You rolled your eyes again and he smiled. I dipped my finger in the cream and rotated it a few times. Your body started shaking. You gripped the arm rests of your chair. Your body slackened as I brought my finger to my lips. Your eyes followed my finger. "I can't believe this!" I poured some of the liqueur over the dessert. You could feel it running over the lips of your cunt. The liquid warm sensation made your pelvis rise. "Please do that again Jim." I poured a bit more of the liqueur over my dessert. Your pelvis instinctively rose again. Your hands gripped the arm rests. I brought the dessert up to my mouth and began sucking as I would a crab leg. Your body began to writhe and your eyes closed. "The filling tastes quite nice" I said. "Oh, I don't know whether I can take much more of this Jim." You sighed and breathed deeply. "I'm almost finished." I sucked again and licked some of the cream from a fold. Your body began to shake and I could see your grip tighten on the arm rests. I sucked again and licked some more of the cream from my dessert. I could hear your muffled groans of pleasure as your body shook. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you came. You leaned back into your chair with your eyes closed. "Did you enjoy your dessert sir?" he asked. "Yes!" we replied. Dessert Balcony A vacation in Arizona sounds great – but in July? These were my first thoughts when my wife approached me with our summer vacation plans. Now I am not one who shies away from going on vacation, but Arizona is pretty hot and this year’s temperatures were super hot according to local standards. What was she thinking? Well, rather than let her feel like I was stomping all over her idea, I agreed to go – especially after she mentioned that it was already booked. So off to AZ we go. After a couple of days a laying around the pool, eating well and sleeping lots, we had finally unwound from the stresses of everyday work life. We kind of looked at each other and just knew that we had both arrived at the same time. To recognize this, we went out to a nice restaurant on property at the resort we were staying at for the week. The Hawaiian martinis were going done smoother than water and having their desired affects on us both. We were as mellow and relaxed as can be. After dinner we strolled around in the hot summer AZ evening, feeling the warm gentle breeze caress our bodies. While walking around the backside of the hotel on our way to our room, we noticed that there was a lot of laughing and commotion on the top / sixth floor. When we looked up we were able to see some flashes and what appeared to be naked people running out onto the deck for a quick pose. After someone snapped a picture, another person jumped out for a picture. This happened for a few more times while we were watching. This definitely had an effect on me!! My cock started straining the light shorts and boxers I was wearing, trying to escape for some attention. My cock was positioned such that it was caught in the boxers and poking straight out for anyone to see if they walked by. My wife was definitely into watching what was going on as well. She was turned fully facing the flasher deck taking it all in. As she took a step back to see if a better view was possible, she bumped into my protruding dick. Not missing a beat she lightly touched it, teasing it to an even greater strain on my shorts. This was getting too much for me!! I needed to first reposition then cum. But when I went to adjust, my wife commanded me to “Leave it!” This was quite out of character for my very conservative wife. She then grabbed hold of my protruding handle and pulled me to the hotel entrance door where our room was located. While she was pulling me to the door some 150 ft away, I kept thinking that someone might see us! She and I had never done anything like that before and it was making me hornier and hornier. Our room was close to the entrance, so we got to our room fast without anyone seeing us in that compromising position. Once in the room I figured that we were going to fuck each other silly so I started to strip. My wife had other ideas though. She just patted my cock and said, “I really do not want to do anything tonight. At least not right now.” Devastated, I watched as she headed out to our deck. Sheepishly I followed her after grabbing an ice water on the way. While we were out there, a huge thunderstorm started moving in and we watched this for about 15 minutes. While watching the storm, our flasher friends started taking more pictures on their deck. Luckily I had my binoculars out with us on the deck. While watching the thunderstorm directly over the flasher’s room, I occasionally stared at the couple’s tight tanned bodies through my binoculars – this only brought back a raging hard-on. Trying to improve my odds of having sex, I offered my wife the binoculars for her to see / watch…the thunderstorm. Without hesitation, she took the binoculars from me. She pretended to look at the storm but quickly let her line of sight drop to the flasher’s room. She was transfixed on these flashers for a long time. Something I never thought that she would ever do before tonight! To get a better view of what was going on with the ….. storm, she approached the railing never losing focus of the couples running around naked on their deck. As the storm quickly passed over us, her reason to be staring over at the flashers was gone. But she didn’t care at this point - she was transfixed on seeing and imaging what was going on at the flashers room. Equally I was just as transfixed – watching my wife coming out of her shell. With the storm passed and the flashers looking like they were winding down on their second flasher session, I gave my wife a big hug and pressed my pulsating cock against her. She quickly glanced at me realizing that she was far from being discreet in her watching. “That made me so hot watching them” she moaned as I rubbed her breasts through her thin summer dress. With my cock firmly planted against her ass, we started passionately kissing and grinding our hips together with all our clothes on fueling our hunger for each other. After a few minutes of this, I need to get my cock into this woman or I was going to explode in my pants. Sensing this my wife intuitively turned around to face me and caressed my cock thru my shorts. Feeling it pulsate and strain through the thin material, she then unbuttoned my shorts to free my cock from constraint. As quickly as she did that, she pushed me onto the chair I was previously sitting on during the storm. Stepping out of her underwear, she lifted her dress, turned her back to me and slipped my cock into her sopping pussy. There was so much wetness, it covered her thighs and mine with juices and filled the air with the sweet smell of sex. As she was riding my cock her juices continued to flow and her ass cheeks slapped against my thighs. Reaching around her I pulled down the dress she was wearing to revealing her heaving breasts to rub them for heightened ecstasy. As this happened, she groaned rather loudly and didn’t stop!! “This feels so good! Don’t stop!” She proclaimed with hunger in her voice. As I repositioned to reach around further to get a better hold of her tits, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. In the bushes near the entrance to the hotel where we came in earlier, there was a couple – or rather – one of THE couples from the flashers room. Fully clothed now, they were now watching us!! Here we were – my wife’s tits swinging to and fro, her dress hiked up high around her waist and a rhythmic slapping of her ass on my thighs – and these people were catching a great show! This was getting too much or me!! Releasing my wife’s breast, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting her up and down my cock at a faster rate. With my wife now bouncing on my cock, slapping her ass against my legs, moaning even louder, we were putting on the show of our life for our viewers – all without the knowledge of my wife! All this thrusting and fucking turned out to be too much for us both. Within a few short minutes, we came in a furious rush of adrenaline, cum and relief. With my cock still entirely stuffed into my wife’s soaking pussy, I tried to catch a glimpse of our viewers, only to see that they had disappeared. My wife, still having some residual sex left, started rubbing her clit to see if she could make herself cum again. My own cum and her juices were now commingled and flowing out of her pussy, coating her fingers and my legs. Finally after rubbing her clit some more, she came again and sat back on me with her legs splayed open for all to see her glistening pussy. I don’t know if she saw our guests or they saw her cum filled pussy, but that was the best fuck I ever had. With summer still 8 months away, I am planning our trip back to AZ. Dessert Before Dinner I'm standing in front of the stove cooking dinner and never hear you walk in the house. I am intent on making a special dinner for you and lost in my own little world. I want everything to be perfect. You walk into the kitchen and come up behind me and kiss my neck, scaring me half to death. I laugh and turn around and give you a kiss to welcome you home from work. You look sexy in your flannel shirt, jeans and work boots. You smell slightly of my favorite cologne and sweat. You look tired, so I know you worked hard today. I tell you that dinner will be ready in about half an hour and suggest you go take a shower. You laugh and go do as I ask while I finish dinner. I sold a story to a magazine so I was making Lobster Newburg to celebrate. You come out of the bedroom looking adorably sexy in your tight jeans and t-shirt. Just looking at you and I'm turned on. You give me a hand putting dinner on the table and pouring the wine. During dinner, after a couple glasses of wine, I start coming on to you and you like the attention. We finish up eating and I tell you I'm dessert. We go into the bedroom and I make you sit on the bed. I put on the stereo and start stripping for you. I get down to my bra and thong and help you out of your shirt. I start kissing your chest and working my way down to your waist. I open your jeans with my teeth and you start laughing. You slide your jeans off and your boxers give your hardness away. I lean over and kiss your head and start licking it. I grab the whipped cream I took from the kitchen and cover you in it. I lick the sweet cream from you and I let my passion take over and take all of you into my mouth. You start moaning and I suck harder. I suck your balls and the area between your balls and your ass. You're going crazy and tell me you're about to cum. I suck on you and play with your ass as you explode in my mouth. I suck you clean and you lie back on the bed trying to catch your breath. You tell me to join you on the bed and I cuddle up with you. You kiss me and fondle my breasts. You help me out of my bra and start sucking on my breasts. I moan and you reach down and find me willing and wet. You start fingering me and I moan for you more. You love the way I moan so you try to please me as much as you can. You slide down the bed and get between my legs. You push aside my baby pink satin thong and start to lick me into frenzy. You set up camp between my legs. You lick my clit and suck on it like a piece of candy. You lap at my juices like a starving man who's never been fed before. I cum like crazy for you. I beg you to fuck me and you won't listen to me. You reach into the drawer of the nightstand and get out my favorite vibrator and you begin to play with my clit. I moan loudly as you tease me with it. You get out the motion lotion and I use it on you as I stroke you hard again. You make me turn over and get on my hands and knees. You slide into my hot, wet pussy and then slide your rock hard cock into my ass. I moan loudly and scream, "Fuck me!" You slip the vibe into my willing pussy while you bang away at my ass. The vibrations bring both of us closer to the point of orgasm. We both need to cum so you start slamming my ass harder and I push back into you. We're both breathless and moaning like crazy. Your balls feel like they are going to explode as you cum. I start to cum at the same time you do and I scream you name like an animal in heat. "WOW!" You tell me out of breath. All I can do is moan uh huh. The intensity of my orgasm is making it hard for me to do anything else. I just lie there like a limp doll and wait for you to take me again. Dessert Before Dinner Sean called me and asked me to meet him for lunch. He insisted we meet at this small Mom –n- Pop diner just a few minutes away. I briefly protested, this place would be packed right now. Then I told him I could be there in 45 minutes. “Hey baby do me a favor?” he asked sweetly.” What is it lover??” I asked him, knowing that he was going to ask me to wear his favorite black mini skirt with no panties again. Of course I was right. I told him I would have to think about it, but I intended do what he asked. Sean had some kind of control over me, not an actual control but I loved to be a slut for him. I was beginning to think it had become my fetish. In all actuality Sean was my fetish, everything about him made me shiver. I got into the shower and shaved my pussy real smooth for him; he loves it when I shave it just for him. I put on my white lace top thigh highs, black mini and a white halter-top. I lifted the skirt and made sure my pussy was completely hairless for him, and rubbed it a little to make sure it was wet and my clit was swollen a little. Sean loves my clit to be swollen and moist. It was a nice cool day so I walked to the diner, hearing some whistles along the way, I knew Sean would approve of my choice in clothing. I got to the diner and he was there already, flirting with the waitress that we both thought was hot the last time we were here. We had seen her at a bar once too, I knew she went both ways but I hadn’t told Sean about it. I didn’t want him to know what I did to her in the bathroom of that bar. I knew she didn’t wear panties either. I went over and sat down, across from Sean and facing the window towards main street. I knew he wanted me to be his slut today so I sat with my legs spread open, my freshly shaven cunt against the cold plastic chair. I moved my skirt up just a little more then normal, I wanted to win his attention back. It worked. We ordered our food and sipped the wine we ordered. Now and then I would slide a finger into my tight cunt just to keep it moist. “This place is busier then normal,” Sean said. “Yeah it is,” I said back. My mind kept going back to the waitress, as much as I wanted to be his slut today, I couldn’t get the sound of her moans outta my mind. I closed my eyes and remembered the way she bit her lip when she came. God Sean would love to watch her cum. I decided he needed to see it today. I called her over and asked her to tell me what the day’s specials were. As she read them off I dropped something on the floor. “ Opps can you get that for me Hon?” I asked sweetly. She bent over and I could see her shaven cunt lips, as swollen as mine hanging out. I slipped my finger into her cunt, taking her by surprise but then she moved against my hand, like she wanted more. I turned my chair and lifted her skirt over her beautiful ass and leaned in and licked her cunt so slowly. She gasped and at the same time so did everyone else in the diner. “ Holy shit” Sean whispered as he sat back in his chair, his cock obviously swollen already. “Mmmmm eat her cunt baby” Sean said watching and licking his lips. I looked around the room all eyes were on me. I cleared the table with one sweep of my arm. I stood up and lifted her to the table, pushing her skirt up quickly and ripping her blouse open. I slowly began to trace her cunt with my tongue, teasing her and my audience. As I ground my cunt against the chair my hands were working on her stiff nipples. I began to fuck her cunt with my stiffened tongue. Watching Sean as he took his cock out and began to stroke it right there for me. His hard cock made me so hot I began to eat her cunt faster, moving my fingers down inside her when my tongue wasn’t. She began to moan and fuck my face while I was sucking at her hot tight cunt. “MMMMMM “ I moaned into her cunt as I swallowed her cunt juice. Watching Sean the whole time, I saw the pre-cum on the head of his cock. I pulled my mouth away from her cunt and told her to lay still and let Sean cum on her cunt. “Sean, cum all over her tight little cunt and let me lick it off for you. Just like a good whore would do for the man she lusted,” I whispered. One of my hands was working her tight cunt, the other was working mine. I leaned down and took Sean’s cock into my mouth and sucked it ever so gently, teasing him, bringing him closer to his climax. “Get ready you dirty bitch” Sean said to me, jerking his cock harder and aiming towards her tight pink cunt. He came all over her cunt and on my face, I rubbed his cum all over her sweet cunt and then began to slowly lick it clean for her. I pinched her clit between my fingers and rubbed them together while sucking on her little swollen cunt lips. She began to scream and fuck my face harder, I looked up to see her biting her lip as she leaned back and started to cum. I lapped up her juices like a puppy that was dieing of thirst. Then I wrote my phone number on a $50.00 bill and slid it into her cunt before standing up and kissing her. Letting her taste his cum and her cunt on my lips, I pulled away and said, “cancel my order, I think I had too much dessert.” I walked out of the door with my skirt still slid up showing my bare ass and cunt, smiling as I walked through the doors to Main Street. I went home, Sean would be over as soon as he finished paying for our drinks. Dessert Before Dinner It was a normal Friday evening; I was having dinner with a bunch of my boys. We had gone to the new Italian restaurant for dinner. The five of us tried to get together at least once a week to catch up and just hang out. Josh, David, Rob, John and myself all arrived around the same time, hungry and in need of some alcohol. We didn't have to wait long to be seated, since Josh had made reservations. We had a table on the outer part of the room that overlooked the garden. It was better suited for couples rather than a bunch of guys, but we were too hungry to complain. We ordered drinks and appetizers, started talking about the usual, sports and women. "Justin, did you catch the game last night? "David asked. "Yeah, can you believe the dunk the Vince Carter made right before the half? " I replied. The conversation was about all the games from the previous night mixed with comments about how ugly the waitresses were. We were hoping for a more entertaining evening, but things really seemed dull. We had finally received our entrees. It was at that moment that I saw her. She had walked by our table on her way back from the ladies' room. She was 5'4", not too thick but not thin either. She was stacked in all the right places. I would guess her bra size to be a 34 C, at least, maybe bigger. Without an actual hands on I can't really be exact. She had on a pair of low rise indigo jeans that fit her ass like a glove. All you could see was lush curves. Her ass looked so juicy. I just wanted to bite it. She wore a black tight fitting top, that I swear any moment her titties were going to pop out of. She completed her outfit with a pair of black boots with a stiletto heel. Her hair cascaded to the middle of her back in soft waves. My fingers just wanted to reach out and stoke the silken mass. She didn't speak, let alone look my way, but I craved her. I could feel my dick get hard just at the sight of her. I imagined walking over and introducing myself. "Hello, how are you? My name is Justin." She would look at me and reply, "Well hello Justin. My name is Simone, nice to meet you." Her voice would be slightly husky. It would have a seductive quality to it. My name rolled off her tongue with ease. I imagined how it would feel to have her luscious lips on mine. We would continue with idle chitchat for a while and then she would say. "Justin you are so unbelievably fine and I can't stand here and talk any longer, I want to fuck you." So being the gentleman that I am, I promptly took her to my place. She walked ahead of me and gave me the view of watching her ass switch back and forth. My dick was so hard and straining against my slacks. I couldn't wait for release. I unlocked the door with anxious hands and once inside, I closed the door behind me. She was on me like white on rice. She pushed me back against the door and smothered my face with kisses. She smiled, rubbing my cock through my pants and said, "I can't wait to feel you inside me." She hurriedly removed my belt and dropped it to the floor with a clatter. Next she unbuttoned my pants and slowly pulled down my zipper. She reached inside and stroked my manhood. "Aw girl, quit playing with me." I told her. "I haven't begun to play with you." Simone replied. She kneeled in front of me as she slid my pants down and started to take off my underwear. My dick damn near hit her as she released it from the confines of my underwear. I was fully erect as she began to lick my thighs, continuing with her teasing. I ran my fingers through her hair. It was as soft as it looked and just as thick as I imagined it to be. She moved up to my balls and licked them with the underside of her tongue sending shivers up my spine. I never knew that the underside of a tongue could feel so good. She began sucking my balls one at a time, while she stroked my dick with her hands. They felt so good; it was as if they were made just to touch my dick and my dick alone. Slowly she licked my throbbing cock, starting at the base and up to the head. Circling the head and sucking it, as if she were trying to suck out the juices that had just started flowing. "Mm Justin, I love the feel of your dick against my tongue, so smooth and hard." Simone said. "I can't wait to taste you." I moaned with arousal. I have had plenty of sex in my 28 years, but none like this. She continued giving me head. Each time I got close, she would stop. At first I was frustrated, but once she would start again I noticed how it seemed to heighten the sensation and make it more intense. She stood up and walked over to the dining room table. I was so intrigued I couldn't help but follow her. I guess I did the right thing. She pushed the chair out and said, "Justin be a good boy and sit here so I can give you your dinner." I did as I was told and sat down. She stood beside me, removed her boots and unbuttoned her jeans. She slowly and seductively peeled them off her curvaceous body. She wasn't wearing any panties. I was glad she didn't have a lot of hair on her pussy. It was cut very short and shaped perfectly. "Could you turn around please," I asked sweetly. I just wanted to see her body now that she was free of her jeans. "Don't you want to wait until I take off my shirt? "she asked. With that said Simone shimmied out of her top and dropped her bra on the table. Her breasts were round and firm, gravity had yet to get a hold of them. They were natural, no enhancement done and I swear they were perfect. The nipples weren't quite pink, but not brown either, somewhere in between. Her caramel skin was smooth and unblemished. She had a belly ring that accentuated her flat abdomen. She turned around slowly for me, I sighed at the beauty of her body. I couldn't help but stroke my dick as I watched her. Simone climbed up onto the table and sat spread eagle in front of me. I got an up close and personal look at her pussy. It was amazing. I saw how wet she was since her pussy seemed to shine. She placed both hands on my head and pulled my face towards her juicy center. "Now if you eat everything on your plate, I promise I will give you dessert." She said as she leaned back on her elbows. I buried my face deep in her pussy. She smelled like peaches and tasted just as sweet. I licked her from her clit to her ass and back again. I sucked and licked and sucked and licked. Simone moaned softly and whispered words of pleasure. "Oh baby, that feels so good. Eat this pussy, eat it all." I couldn't seem to stop. Now usually I don't really eat pussy. I never really enjoyed it, but Simone's pussy was different. So I ate and ate and ate. My face was soaked with her juices and still I kept on going. I swear I could've drowned she was so wet. I used my fingers and my tongue. I was stroking her g spot with two fingers and used the fingers on my other hand to rub her clit, while licking her with my tongue. I guess the clit rubbing was her undoing. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my face deeper into her pussy as she came all over my face. Her body was racked with spasms and I just savored her flavor. My dick was near bursting with all the pent up desire. Simone rolled onto her belly and slid off the table. She sat right on my dick. She was so wet and tight, I could've came right then. She wrapped her legs around the back of the chair and used her arms for leverage. She rode me hard and deep. Her ass jiggled as she bounced on my cock. I grabbed it and squeezed. It felt so soft in my hands. "Damn baby, you really know how to fuck a brotha." "Keep going baby, you know how I like it." It didn't take long for me to bust. I pulled out and squirted cum all over her ass cheeks. My body shook and shivered with each second of release. It felt like I was cumming forever, there was so much. I leaned back against the chair, out of breath and sweating. I closed my eyes and when I finally opened them, she was gone. I was sitting in the restaurant with all my boys staring at me. I was sweating and panting. My dick was hard, but I was fully clothed. I was embarrassed and speechless. "Man where did you go? Josh asked. "Are you alright?" questioned David. "Here drink some water." Rob said handing me a glass. I took the water and excused myself to the men's room, hoping no one would notice my arousal. One I was in there, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was then I realized she was a fantasy that didn't come true. I hadn't even spoken to her. I thought about going outside to find her but I realized that reality would never live up to the fantasy. I decided to save that one for a rainy day. I splashed some cool water on my face, dried off and went back to dinner with a smile on my face, trying to come up with an explanation for my odd behavior. "Let them wonder" I thought to myself. Dessert Before Dinner I wrote this story for a special friend, you know who you are. Thank you for the great storyline. I had fun playing with it. ------------------------------------------------------ I am dressed to please, from head to toe. My auburn hair is flowing loosely to my shoulders, held back from my face by a clip. I wear the slightest bit of makeup, to accentuate my features. Small hoops dangle from my ears. I am wearing a choker around my neck. My nipples are showing through the fabric of my v-neck top, my breasts strain against the shirt, unhindered by any bra. The color accents my blue eyes, a contrast of blue and purple, shimmering, changing in the light. You can see the curves of my body through the shirt, leading to my waist. My jeans are snug, the seam rubbing against my clit. The purple g-string beneath them does nothing to protect my sensitive skin from the pants. If you were to stand behind me, you would see the outline of the g-string as it travels down and disappears into my crack. Sandals grace my feet. My toenails are painted to match my fingernails, a deep purple. My skin is flushed. I am turned on, excited, wanting to please you. I enter your office. You are on the phone. You gesture for me to sit down, and wait. You continue with your phone call, but your eyes are devouring me. You didn't know I would be stopping by today. You are pleased. You finish with your phone call just as your secretary pops her head in, "Sir, I am leaving. I will see you in the morning." "Ok, goodbye Steph, see you tomorrow." Your eyes never leave mine, even as you speak to her. I can see the lust, the longing, that I feel mirrored in your eyes. You crook your finger, gesturing for me to come to you. I obey. I slowly stand up, and walk to your side of the desk. I lean against it, legs parted. Your hand trails up my leg, to my pussy. You rub your fingers across my pussy, soaking my g-string. I moan, my eyes closed. You push the fabric to the side and slide two fingers in. Your fingers easily slide in, up the your knuckle. I open my eyes when you pull your fingers out. I watch as you put them in your mouth, licking my juices off of them. I smile. You scoot back from the desk and smile back. "Strip," you say. I slowly pull my shirt over my head. My breasts hang free. I slide the skirt down over my hips, down my legs, and step out of it. I leave the g-string alone. You reach over and grasp the strings on my waist, pulling the g-string down and out of your way. You sit back in your chair, admiring my body. The bulge in your pants grows bigger. I lick my lips. You stand up. "Now strip me." I obey again. I calmly walk to you and unbutton your shirt. It slides from your arms. I unhook your belt and unzip your pants. I get on my knees to remove them from your body. Your boxers are next. I grab them with my teeth, and pull down to your feet. You step out of them. I sit back on my ankles and look up at you. You hard cock attracts my attention. I subconsciously lick my lips, longing to taste it. You see this and chuckle. My eyes dart to yours. I blush. "You like what you see?" "Mmm, yes. May I suck your cock?" "Be my guest." You sit back in your chair, and I crawl forward. I grasp your cock in my hand, kissing the head. My tongue makes lazy circles around the head, teasing it. It grazes over the slit. I slide the head of your cock into my mouth, sucking it in. And then I slide it back out. I lick and kiss all the way down your shaft... to your balls. My tongue glides around your sack. I suck your balls into my mouth, one at a time, sucking them in deep. My hand strokes your cock as my mouth plays with your sack. Slowly, I nibble and kiss my way back to the head. My hand moves to the base of your cock, pulling down. I take your cock in my mouth again, sliding it all the way in. Slowly, I slide it back out. All the way out. Back in. And out. Slowly fucking your cock. I gradually pick up speed. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Fucking you with my mouth. I can hear you groaning with pleasure. Suddenly, I stop. Your cock is all the way in, the head nestled against my throat. I cannot breathe. And yet I hold it in. Totally still. Not moving. I pull back just a little, take a breath, and slide it in again. Holding you there, inside my mouth, down my throat. Your hips moving, trying to get me to fuck you. You want friction, you want movement. But I remain still, holding you. Once again, I take a breath, and once again I hold your cock in my mouth, still. I begin to stroke it with my mouth again, moaning. I can feel your cock pulse. I can hear you groaning louder. I slide my mouth over it. My head bobs up and down. I pick up speed. You wrap your fingers in my hair. Your hands guiding me, forcing me to take all of your cock. My mouth begins to pound over your cock. Devouring you. You groan. A burst of cum spurts out of your cock and down my throat. You shove it in my mouth as far as it will go, spilling your seed into my belly. I gulp, swallowing every last drop, milking your cock dry. You sit back, panting, physically spent. I slowly remove your cock from my mouth and proceed to lick it clean. Your hand runs across my head, caressing me. You are pleased. I sit back on my ankles and smile up at you. "Are you ready? I'm hungry and our reservations are for 6:00." You smile back, "Yes, let's go." I quickly get dressed and we leave. I walk away from your office with a smile, "I love having dessert before dinner." Dessert Before Dinner Hi all, Well, it's nice to meet you all, I'm Lina (I'm finally here! Lol! You should be seeing some work from me coming out soonish). This is another one of Tae's stories – a random short to keep you occupied while we work on Belial and William (Tae writing and me editing) and a new story we've been tossing around that we're going to write together. Hope you enjoy these characters, it sure was a blast to edit! *** I sniffed the air, smelling nothing. Not a trace – it was as if he wasn't even there to begin with. The boy wants a challenge does he? Wants to find out what it's like being hunted, eh? I'm fine with that; but once I find him I won't let go. "For a human you're pretty good at this," I murmured to myself, "But once I find you, I will fuck you into submission." No one runs into my Pack, creates Chaos, and then gets away with it. I will pound that right out of him, I thought, a lustful smile played on my lips. While walking I noticed that the forest was unearthly quiet and I didn't like it. Made me nervous. What was out there that was so powerful that it scares the forest sprites? Well, other than me. They were marginally used to me. I stilled, straining to listen to Mother Earth – to her heartbeat – for just a hint of him. I heard the snap of a twig and I swivelled my head in the direction of the sharp sound, but all I saw was leaves falling from one of the newer trees in the forest. "Ah." I grinned, loud enough so that he could hear me. "You want to play with the Big Dogs but can't get out of the tree, eh? Let me help you with that..." I growled, making my way to my prize. Slowly a sweet perfume wafted towards my nose. It was a mixture of apples and chocolate. But it also held another scent... one richer, manlier, Sinful. I licked my lips, enjoying the sweet promise buried in the scent. "You're mine," I growled as I reached up and found a slender leg, gripping it, gaining a whimper in response. A shiver ran down my spine, god how I loved that whimper. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. My cock was twitching and pre-cum was already starting to pool in my jeans. I loved the hunt. I dragged the leg – and the young man attached to it – out of the tree. Shaggy blond hair flowed to his shoulders and deep blue eyes stared out at me from his thin, pale face. "Look who finally decided to show up," I husked, pinning the boy to the tree using my arm. He whined as my other hand got close to his neck. His gaze never left my face, his eyes looked hazed and high. He was an... interesting creature. "Why'd you come and find us? What do you want?" The closer I got to him the more delicious he smelt, the more attractive he became – the hornier I got. He appeared to be a quarter of a century – a child compared to my kind. To me. "Nothing," He exhaled; his voice light and sweet – like that of a small song bird. I moved in close enough so that our noses could touch and I could feel his breath on my face. My cock was barely restrained by my jeans and I growled at him, nipping at his bottom lip. "I think you're lying. It's incredibly difficult to find my Pack – unless you're looking for us, Little Bird." I licked his soft cheek, watching as a rose-hued blush followed the path of my tongue. "Tell me the truth or I might just have to eat you." I brushed my nose down the length of his sweet neck, drowning in the rich smell of him. "Ah..." He gasped as I suckled on his neck, tasting his skin, "I-I said nothing, I don't want any-anything from you." I ran my strong calloused hand under his thin top and brushed my hand across his abs, slowly making my way to his hardening nipples. "Mmm, I guess you want to be eaten, Little Bird." Then I flicked one, relishing in his moan. "Is that want to want? You want me to eat you? Should I start at the top and make my way down, or should I start down and make my way up?" I smiled, knowing it didn't matter which way I started – either way I was going to get my prize. A strangled groan was all the Little Bird could manage. I decided to start with down and work my way up – after all, isn't it better to eat your desert before your dinner? I dropped to my knees, pulling my top off in the process. By now the Little Bird was leaning against the tree on his own, his hands held crossed above his head. I nuzzled my face in the crotch of his pants, savouring his scent. It was sweet and musky at the same time, it was divine. "Let's see if you taste just as sweet as you smell, shall we?" I asked as I yanked his cotton pants off – I didn't care if the clothes ripped, I preferred to go without them anyways. "Oh," I said, delightedly surprised, "you don't wear underwear? I think I'm going to like you..." I took his beautiful, slim cock into my mouth and started to suck deep in my throat. He was moaning into his hand now, trying not to be loud. That was too bad because I liked loud. I pulled off of him and licked the length of his cute pink cock, across the slit that was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I sucked at the tip, and I was in bliss. He was the sweetest I had ever had. "Mmm, you taste amazing..." I took him in my mouth again, and he his hands dropped down to grip my shaggy brown hair and he started to pull. "I want you," he moaned, "please, I want you!" I looked up at him, his eyes were filled with lust and they silently begged me to fuck him. I smiled around his cock and grabbed his tight heavy balls and pulled off his throbbing member. "You don't get to cum until you tell me what you want from me," I chuckled, slurping more pre-cum. "I want your cock in my ass, now, please!" He cried while trying to pull me up with my hair, the pain felt wonderful and I grinned. Once I was standing I looked at the condition of my jeans. They were damp with my own pre-cum and I decided they were no longer needed. Pulling my jeans off, I gazed into the Little Bird's brilliant blue eyes. His startled blue eyes. "Holy Gods... Will that fit?" He gasped as he looked at my own thick, throbbing member. "With enough lube anything is possible," I laughed, turning him around. I dropped to my knees once again, but this time my face was buried between his ass cheeks. The Little Bird was hairless, short of the hair on his head. His ass tasted sweet, adding to his allure, letting me lose myself in a deep, sexual haze. I gently licked the outside of his rose bud, hoping to encourage it to bloom. Soon it was loose enough for my tongue, and I soon started to eat my prize. My Little Bird was squirming above me, telling me he was ready for my cock. Each time he told me, I waited few seconds, prolonging his sexual release while I was at it. Once I deemed him ready, I stood up and positioned myself. "This may hurt a little," I warned with a grin in my voice. "I never expected to you be gentle in the first place,' he huffed as he braced himself for impact. I was really beginning to like the Little Bird more and more. As I slid home, he moaned and pushed back. Something told me he was no virgin. "Then I guess I won't be gentle," I licked the back of his neck and started to thrust. As I gained speed I pulled at his hair, dragging his head back as he begged for more. He reached down and grabbed his perfect cock and started to pump, getting ready for release. "No," I yanked his hand away, "you'll cum without help." He turned his neck to look and me. I bent forward and kissed him, lapping up the trickles of sweat running down his face. "Ahh," I felt his channel get tighter as he reached his end point. With a scream, he came, white creme spurting down the tree. His ass clenched repeatedly with his orgasm, triggering my own. I thrust one last time and emptied my load within him. We collapsed onto the forest floor, the scent of sex and rich loam encircling the two of us. "That was..." Little Bird gasped out, "was amazing..." "That wasn't the end of it..." I said, surprising myself. I had never had an orgasm so explosive before – or a partner so willing and enthusiastic – and I knew I wanted more. "I hope that answered you're question, Chief." He murmured, smiling softly as he ran his fingers through my hair while he lay on top of me. "Of course, Little Bird," I kissed the top of his head. "My name is Tui," the lithe blond offered, "and you may have me anytime you please, Chief." I chuckled. "My name is not Chief, but Kaleb." I whispered into his sweet little ear. "Of course." Tui whispered back. Dessert by the Beach It is a nice day out, not too hot with a cool breeze, so we decide to go out for some dessert at a little place near the beach. Because of the nice weather you decide to wear a nice little sun dress that leaves little to the imagination especially since you never wear a bra. It is still early and as we are seated we notice that the place is almost completely empty. The waiter comes by and brings us our menus and we order our desserts. I notice you looking at him and arch my brow. You look at me and tell me that you think he is kind of cute. As we are eating our dessert you start to tease me by slowly licking your spoon and sucking it into your mouth. I slide my hand under the table and start to rub your thigh a little. I know you like to tease me, but I decide that it is my turn to get you to moan. I take your hand and run your finger through some of the whipped cream on my plate. I slowly bring your hand to my mouth and I stick my tongue out to lick between your fingers, and then I then suck your cream covered finger into my mouth and run my tongue around it. I can see you are getting turned on, your nipples are getting so hard they are poking through the dress. I tell you get up as I slide my chair back and I have you sit on my lap. You can feel my hard dick pressing against your ass. I scope up some more cream and run my finger around your mouth and have you suck and lick my finger clean. As you do this I start to kiss your neck and I can hear a moan escape your mouth. I keep kissing your neck slowly going up to your ear and nibble on it a little making you squirm. Then I run my hand down from your lips to your breast to play with your nipples. You try to contain your moans as I slowly roll them between my fingers and pull on them. You close your eyes and lean your head back against my shoulder. I begin to kiss your cheek and you turn your head so I can kiss you on the lips tasting the cream from my dessert. I kiss you long and hard, letting my mouth part and my tongue slide between your lips, running it over your teeth and then against your own tongue. As we kiss you start to grind your self down against my hard dick and I can feel the heat between your legs. I run both hands over your breast and then down your stomach until the reach your hips. I slide my hands up to your knees and pull your legs apart. Then I slowly slide my hangs up your thighs to your crotch lifting your dress to your hips as I go. You are really hot now, and I can already start to smell it. As I touch your thong cover pussy your whole body quivers. You are so wet your thong is soaked. I slowly rub the wet material against your pussy, teasing your clit making you moan. Just as I am pulling the thong aside you hear a male voice, coughing politely. I whisper to you that it seems we got carried away and you smile. The waiter is back with our bill. I tell you to sign for our meal. The waiter can't take his eyes off your wet pussy. With you on my lap and your legs spread he can see everything. As you sign, you feel me sliding two fingers into your pussy and you moan. You look up and see that the waiter is flushed and you can see how hard his dick is through his pants. Then you look around to see if anyone else is watching, but the place is still pretty empty and no one can see us aside from the waiter. When you are done signing, you lean back against me and pull down the straps of your dress and show him your breast. You start to play with them showing off for us. I have you get up and I take my rock hard dick out of my pants. Then you slowly sit back down on it moaning. The waiter can't take his eyes of your pussy as it is being filled with my cock. You begin to rock back and forth on my cock as I rub your clit in slow circles. You are so excited I can feel your tight pussy trembling around my cock. You tell the waiter to unzip his pants and show you his cock. He slowly takes it out not sure what to do. Then you tell him to rub it so we can see. You are really turned on and your pussy is so wet it is dripping down my balls. You tell the waiter to come closer and jerk himself of for us; you tell him you want him to cum on your breast. He is turned on too his dick is leaking constantly. I start to really fuck your pussy, sliding my dick and out of your pussy as you grind down on my lap. I can feel that you are going to cum. You start to moan and whine louder, your pussy squeezing my cock. Just then you hear the waiter groan and you feel his hot sticky cum hitting you on the chest and dripping down between your breasts. As you feel the hot cum slide down your body you can't hold out anymore and your whole body shakes. You are cumming really hard. Your pussy is squeezing around my cock, and your juices are flowing all over my dick. I bite down on your neck and you feel my cock jerk in your pussy as I too cum and fill up your pussy. The waiter is just standing there with his now limp dick in his hand. I tell you to get up and bend over the table and I ask the waiter if he wants some dessert to as I spread your legs. He just nods and kneels between your legs and starts to eat out your cum filled pussy. I move to your head and rub my cum covered dick on your lips. You kiss it and stick out your tongue to slowly lick and suck it clean. I feel you moan around my cock as you cum again from having your pussy cleaned out by the waiter's tongue. When you are done cumming we get up and fix out clothes and thank the waiter for dessert. As we walk out the door you look back and the waiter is still there on his knees with his now hard dick sticking out and a mix of our cum on his face. You wink at him and smile. You turn back to me and we walk out with my arm around your waist enjoying the cool night breeze and the sound of the surf on the beach. Dessert Comes First You come home from work and I'm in the middle of cooking dinner in nothing but a button down and lacy panties. It smells like amazing pasta sauce and you've been waiting to get home to see me all day, so you come around to the kitchen, put your hands on my waist and kiss the side of my neck. I can't help but smile, turn around and kiss your soft lips. Your hands stray upwards and one gently holds my face while the other trails up my back. While the hand gently holding my face moves back to entangle in my hair, the hand once on my back drifts forward to caress my breast, massaging and rubbing my firming nipple with its thumb. We both smile as you break away and I continue to stir my sauce as you turn and unbutton your shirt and go undress for your shower. As you step into the steamy hot water the stresses of the day begin to melt away and you start to think of what you'll do to me once you get out. You think of my curves, the heaviness of my large breasts in your hands, the hardening of my nipples under your tongue, the softness of my hips and ass in your hands, and you begin to get hard. With the warm soapy water all around you your hand naturally begins to stroke your hard cock up and down, rotating just enough with each stroke. You pick up speed easily due to the soapy water and before you know it you've released your steamy spunk and have rinsed it down the drain. As you turn the water from hot to cool you start to think of me again, pleased that you got this quick orgasm out of the way so you can pleasure me for longer later because you have some sexy ideas for tonight. I hear the water turn off and listen as you step out of the shower. I've been thinking of you all day and decide dinner can wait, so I cover the sauce and put it on the back burner to cool. I showered and shaved myself smooth just before you got home so my hair is still damp and is starting to curl which is making me feel pretty sexy. I go into the bedroom just as you finish drying off and drop your towel on the floor. You look up and see me in the doorway and can instantly recognize the look in my eyes. I want you. I stop and look you up and down, and smile at the naked and handsome man staring back at me. I begin unbuttoning my shirt slowly as you watch. I ask you to sit on the bed as I unbutton lower and lower, revealing the lacy red panties I'm wearing underneath. I walk over to you and you kiss my chest between my breasts and can feel each breast resting on your cheeks. Your left hand encircles my waist as your right hand moves up my side, opening up the shirt. You kiss and lick your way to my right nipple and rub my right breast with your hand. You then spread kisses all the way to my left breast and flick my hard nipple with your tongue before closing your mouth over it and sucking it into your mouth. My hands are in your hair and fingers are trailing around your scalp and down your neck as my breathing quickens and I let out a soft moan. I ask you to lay down and you try to pull me down with you but I resist, as I have other plans. You do as you're asked and lay down on the bed on your back but I ask you to flip over. Its Friday and you've had a long week so I want to help you relax with a massage. Although that's not what you had in mind you agree to let me pamper you and you're quickly glad that you did. You see at the sex party the other day I purchased a small soft pliable gel filled, heart shaped heating pad, perfect for oiling up and massaging someone with. I straddle you and firmly rub your shoulders and down your back with long, firm strokes using the oiled up heating pad and slowly move down to your lower back. I scooch lower so I'm straddling the backs of your knees now and rub your back and butt. When you're finally releasing some of the weeks tensions I ask you to flip over. As you do I see that not only have I relaxed you but I've really turned you on. I try to ignore your cock as I firmly rub each of your thighs with the heating pad and my hands, but as I move up higher and higher my face gets closer and closer to your hard, hot cock. I lick my lips, look you in the eyes and lower my warm, wet, soft mouth onto your head. I love how it feels in my mouth and want more of it, so I lower my head further until your head hits the back of my throat. I slowly start to move my head up and down while gently sucking on your cock and swirling my tongue around your shaft. I take all of you down to my throat a few more times until you just can't take it and lift me off and pull me up to you where you passionately kiss my mouth. You kiss me again while one hand gets lost in my hair and other hand kneads my butt. You tell me its my turn now and guide me to laying face down on the bed. You begin to rub my back as I rubbed yours, taking time to trail your fingers down the sides of my breasts, teasing me. Your hands move lower and you oil them up again so they glide smoothly down my body. As your hands go lower you sit on my legs and begin to massage my ass, my thighs, the backs of my knees... And then my inner thighs, inching back up, bit by bit. I spread my legs a little and am trembling with excitement and anticipation. You continue to rub the backs of my thighs, but now lean down to kiss my lower back. As you continue to rub me your hands move back up to my ass. You start to kiss me along my crease and occasionally flick my electric skin with your hot, wet tongue. As I'm feeling more relaxed you start to get more adventurous and graze my hot, wet, dripping pussy with your finger. I open my legs further while you bend down to lick my sweet nectar from behind. I moan with delight which excites you and you feel your cock twitch. I feel your hot tongue moving up my crease again, this time teasing my tight little ass. Gently, you move your hand up my inner thigh and I feel you stick a finger inside my pussy at the same time. I am moaning and squirming and so you slowly pull your finger out of me and grab my hips to help me up onto my knees where you can now have better access to both of my tight waiting holes. Your wide tongue licks me from my clit where it plays with my hard little pearl, up to my cunt where it thrusts deep inside, all the way back to my puckered, relaxing ass where it roams around and gently probes inside. Finally knowing I'm sufficiently ready for your hard, hot dripping cock, you reposition yourself behind me. You put your swollen head right up to my now dripping pussy and lean in, only it won't go. Its been awhile and I've been using the Ben Wa balls which I also picked up at the party so I'm tighter than you remember. You decide to try again and this time take your thick cock in your hand to stabilize it and slowly begin to thrust... an inch in, an inch out, an inch and a half in, and inch out, over and over again, a little more each time into my wet, waiting cunt. A little more pressure is all it takes and you're finally inside of me. You pull back a little and press in again, and again, and again, until you are finally balls deep in my tight little pussy. You're holding onto my hips with both hands for balance but begin to get a good, slow, deliberate, teasing rhythm going. You decide to rub my butt with your right hand, gently caressing it, then you pull back and smack it, then gently rub me again, soothing the sting. I cry out when you spank me, but it turns us both on, so you spank me again, all while still teasing me with the trusting of your thick cock in my tight pussy. Each thrust into me makes your balls rub against my clit and it turns me on even more. You can tell I'm getting close so you start to pick up speed, hitting my clit even harder and bringing us both closer to climax. You start to realize that you're close to cumming, but I'm not quite there yet, so you lick your finger and start to probe my ass. You start gentle and shallow at first, but as I start to relax my body is able to accept your large finger and you press harder until you're inside of me and filling both my holes at once. As you push your finger and cock in and out I flex my now stronger kegal muscles and you can feel me gripping your shaft from then inside. This is all you needed to push you over the edge so with several stronger, deeper thrusts you come deep inside me as we both come together in a hot, sweaty loud orgasm that shakes us to the core. We collapse on the bed, exhausted, spent, content and more in love than ever before. After laying there for a few minutes your stomach begins to grumble as you remember the delicious pasta sauce you smelled when you came home. Dessert was great and hot, but now its time for dinner. You know what they say, "life is short, have dessert first." Dessert Delivery I waited impatiently in the lounge area of the hotel Andrew worked in. I was wearing a wig and coat I'd borrowed from a friend. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I heard him tell one of the other security guards he was going for his dinner break. I went into the public bathroom and removed my disguise. I headed for the security office, waving hello to the clerk at the front desk with a quick smile. I frequently stopped by when Andrew was working so it wasn't a surprise to them that I was there, especially since it was Valentine's Day. I closed the door and undressed then slipped under his desk. When I heard him coming back I got on my knees and licked my lips. Andrew came in and sat down at his desk. It took him a few minutes to pull his chair in and bump into me. "What the hell?" he said then pushed his chair back. I smiled up at him then moved towards him, reaching out to spread his legs. I blew him a kiss as my other hand unbutton his pants then unzipped them. I guided his long, thick cock out of his underwear as I lifted my breast up and started to suck on the nipple. "I brought you dessert," I said with a smile and leaned forward then licked my nipple and the tip of his cock at the same time. I loved the color contrast between my ivory skin and the darkness of his skin. "How every thoughtful of you," he said as he caressed my face. Andrew's dark face was flushed and he moaned softly as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock. He gasped as I slowly filled my mouth with his cock then slowly moved my mouth up and down the shaft. "I love your mouth around my cock," he whispered. He ran his hand through my short red hair then reached down to tug on a nipple as he pushed my head down and lifted his hips, forcing me to take all of his cock into my mouth. Andrew pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, holding my head still as he pinched and tugged on my nipple. Andrew guided my mouth away from his cock and helped me to stand up. He kissed me and cupped my breasts, running his thumbs over them as his hands massaged the fleshy mounds. "Where do you want me to fuck you?" he asked then kissed his way over my chin to my neck. "Your choice," I whimpered. "Bend over the desk, please," he said. I gladly complied as he locked the door then moved behind me. Andrew caressed my ass for several seconds as he teased me by rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock. I whimpered loudly and begged him to fuck me but he kept teasing. Then suddenly he slid his huge cock down and drove it deep inside me. "Oh god! Yes!" I whimpered. Andrew held my hips and he fucked me hard and fast. It felt so amazing to have him inside me, and loved how he filled me so completely. He reached around me and found my breasts, massaging the flesh and playing with the nipples. "You're so damned tight and wet," he said as the pace quickened. We were both breathing hard and sweating. "Andrew ... I'm going to cum!" "Not yet," he said between his own moans of pleasure and he slowed his motions. "Can I fuck your ass?" "Uh huh," I whimpered as he pulled out of me, my pussy felt so empty without him inside me. Andrew didn't give me much time to think about it as he pressed his cock against the opening of my ass and slowly pushed into it. I groaned as he stretched me wide. He slowly pumped in and out of me as he massaged my ass cheeks. "I love how tight your ass is," he whispered as he leaned against my back and kissed his way from my shoulder to my neck. "Oh god baby, I'm not going to last long." "Just a bit longer," he replied as he moved faster and deeper. His hand slid around my hip and he started rubbing my clit hard and fast. I could feel his body starting to tense. "Now!" "Yes!" Just as I started to cum Andrew bit my neck. I groaned as he sucked on the skin and left a hickey. The tightening of my ass around his cock was more than he could take and he filled me with his hot, sticky cum. He fell against my back then kissed my neck. "Happy Valentine's Day baby!" Dessert First Nica felt the Dupioni Silk brush against her skin as her latest "friend" unzipped the back. Nica wasn't in the mood for pleasantries or tenderness that he was trying to give her. She wasn't interested in soft, romantic love making or genteel sentiments. At this moment she just needed a good fuck. She restrained her primal desire to tear his clothes off and jump is muscular body. She wasn't an animal, though she couldn't deny her hunger for too long lest she hurt her frequent and assorted lovers. As her dress fell from her shoulders, she turned around and looked at him. Nica's body was completely nude. Tonight wasn't about drinking, dancing, or romance, it was strictly about sex; as such, wearing undergarments, no matter how skimpy was just more material in the way. Her eyes feasted on his broad shoulders just fitting into the black silk shirt he wore. She saw his skin and sensed the blood raging in him, the excitement in his eyes, and the prominent bulge in his trousers. Nica wasted no time as she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tanned and toned muscled chest. She tugged his shirt up to release it from his trousers and began to work on his belt. As she pulled the belt loose, she pressed her hungry mouth against his in a forceful and palpable passionate kiss. As his belt came loose, she unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers to his ankles. Nica stood and gave him a shove backwards with a slight smirk on her face as she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. He opened his mouth to say something but she silenced him with her finger, shushing his attempt to protest, while using her other hand to guide the head of his pulsing cock into her shaved lips. A sigh escaped her lips as she sank down on him, burying his length within her wet sex and savoring the hardness that filled her. She raised her hands to grip the colonial styled headboard and began to grind herself against him, lifting off of his cock until only the head was inside her and falling back onto his length. Nica wasn't a large woman. Her fit frame stood at five feet, ten inches with dark brown hair that dropped below her shoulders. She didn't have prominent muscles but her stomach was flat, with no excess fat. Nica's face was similar to her grandmother's, high cheek bones, slightly pouting lips, and dark brown eyes gave her an almost model quality. Her nose was narrow but not overly pointed giving her a determined and intense expression. Nica's breasts weren't perfect, she'd admit, but they were damned close, at 32Ds with nickel size areoles, she'd never had any complaints. As she held him down, she relished the empty void of desire filled with his masculine flesh. The feel of his cock in her body was taming the beast for the moment, but even she wasn't foolish enough to believe it would stave it's madness for more than one more day. The desire to be fucked was only slightly greater than her desire to feed and she knew that it she still needed to be aware lest she release the monster tonight. Nica thrust her hips down upon his cock, over and over. Her body's enhanced senses could even feel the delicious pulse of his young heart as it pumped blood into his rigid member. She released one of his hands and moans at his fingers began to tweak her erect nipple. He moaned as she squeezed his cock with her inner muscles, adding to the friction of their mutual grind. He began to moan more and more as she rode him. She breathed in his scent. A faint smile played at her lips as the familiar masculine aroma that announced his impending orgasm. She braced herself pinning his arms for leverage as she increased her pace, undulating her hips. His body tensed and he groaned with effort, his whole body contracting. The feeling so overwhelmed his mind that he failed to notice that Nica was no longer on top of him. She was crouched between his legs, mouth locked over the rigid sensitive head of his cock. His hips bucked and his torso pulled off the bed slightly as he began to cum. Nica used her hand to stroke his cock as hot cum began to pulse up its length. She shuddered as the first blast hit her tongue. As the first surge of fluid entered her mouth, Nica moved her tongue, flat against the slit and forcing his cum to soak her taste buds. Nica savored the texture of him and absorbed the taste as pulse after pulse of his pearly fluid emptied into her mouth. Nica milked the last of his cum into her mouth and swallowed. She could feel it slide down her throat and within moments felt the beast inside her calm slightly. Nica glanced up at the stranger, whose balls she'd just sucked dry, and found him asleep. Not exactly the stud she'd hoped for, but he'd served his purpose. She reached between her legs and let her fingers glide gently over her moist lips. She pushed her hand firmly into her clit and groaned. As the immediate need eased a bit, she stood and walked out of the room. Walking to the living space of her loft apartment, she smiled as she passed the full length mirror. Her slender nude form glistened slightly in the dim lighting. Nica walked to the large bookcase on the far wall and pressed a series of knobs that had appeared to be decorative. A soft thunk sounded as the bookcase drew backwards, revealing a small staircase. She descended the staircase with grace and heard the bookcase close with a click. The staircase descended four levels, twisting around architectural differences, to a large stone room beneath the apartment complex. Nica's eyes sharpened and she made out the details of the room. A case on the far wall housed wardrobe. Off to the right stood a makeup stand with a large mirror beside which stood multiple wigs and facial prosthetics. To the left sported a wall rack of weapons, mostly blunt metal items used to prolong suffering of her victim until she could extract the information she needed. A steel table in the center of the room was bare save for a manila envelope. She opened the envelope and retrieved its contents. The picture of a short balding man was clipped to a group of papers listing the information about him. Jesse Wright, age 37, sentenced to 20 years in state prison. Charges: molestation of an 8 year-old girl and suspected involvement in the disappearance and possible murder of two others, though no conclusive evidence had been found. Released three days ago on parole for good behavior. Nica walked to the far wall and examined her choices. Blood would definitely be part of tonight's work. A dark red leather jumpsuit with matching boots would hide the blood from any unexpected eyes. It was form fitting, and perhaps some men might even consider it arousing. Perhaps even a sniveling pedophile like Jesse Wright might enjoy the sight. But by morning, the world would be rid of one less scumbag. Nica suited herself and fastened the boots. On the left wall, a satchel hung. She lifted it and opening the flap to review the contents. She didn't really need the tools of course, but sometimes it was worth hearing them scream. She intended to make him Jesse Wright scream tonight. As she turned to leave, she could still taste the faint flavor of cum on her tongue bringing a faint smile. Life is short; eat dessert first. *** Jesse Wright rubbed his sweaty palms together as he sat across the street from Mr. Z's toy store. He'd kept his distance, knowing that being anywhere near a business that catered to children could easily get him thrown back in his cell. He would bide time until he was able to disappear, and he already had a few "companions" in mind when he did. Each young enough to enjoy for a few years. For more than ten years, he'd had to talk to those damn shrinks, carefully, keeping track of his lies. He'd almost slipped several times. His parole officer had suggested him getting a job at a nursing home. Jesse had applied to three nursing homes, finding that the one he'd finally gotten a job at was 3 blocks from this store, and on his way home. He'd neglected to mention that fact to his parole officer, knowing that it would be seen as a violation. Jesse's hands slipped into his trousers. "Excuse me, sir?" He nearly leapt out of his skin trying to pull his hand from his pants. He turned back toward the voice. A woman, not unpleasant to the eye stood in a tight fitting red leather jumpsuit. Her hair was tied back and her face looked. Pleasant enough, but she might have seen him. "What do you want?" He said, trying not to sound too defensive. Sweat was forming on his forehead. Shit! He mentally kicked himself for not paying enough attention. Calm down. Don't give her any reason to remember you. What Jesse didn't know is that she had been watching him for almost an hour, since he'd left the nursing home. She appeared to be in her late twenties. The tight leather was not lost on him, and he couldn't quite place why she would wear such a thing. As he was about to speak he felt her hand touch his and looked into her eyes about to protest. Nica reached out and touched the scumbag's hand, boring into him with her eyes. She focused her being. In a quiet tone she spoke to him. "You do not see a grown woman. You see the object of your fantasy." She'd seen it too many times to count. His Eyes dilated and his breathing slowed. He was under her control. She could bend his mind to her will. "My name is Alison. I'm a little lost. Can you help me find my parents?" She released his hand, waiting. Jesse shook his head. He was certain he'd just seen a woman in a red leather jumpsuit in front of him. But she was gone, and a young girl stood before him looking lost. He looked around. No other people were anywhere in sight. He looked back at the girl noticing that she had the most perfect looking body. Just the right height, age, shape, and she was wearing a white dress with lilies on it. This wasn't part of his plan, he knew he shouldn't risk it, but she was everything he wanted. She was perfect. Nica saw his hesitation. Known he was fighting a battle against his fear of discovery and desire for this image. She took his hand. "Please help me. I'm scared and just need someone to help me. Please mister, I'll do anything to find my family." Jesse couldn't believe his luck. She was lost. She was scared. She was trusting. She wanted his help. And she'd said she would do anything. He felt his heart beating faster. A faint thought in the back of his mind said it was too good to be true. But he couldn't just let this pass by. It was perfect. Nica knew his type well. Despite the danger of being caught and the implausibility of this seemingly perfect scenario, he would take the bait. He was already hooked. He was now hers. He was now as good as dead. Jesse felt the familiar stirring in his groin. He'd help her alright. He'd give her a new family and a new home. He'd show her what the world was about, and how wonderful it could feel. Jesse Wright extended his hand. "Why of course I'll help you. How about we head to my place and you can call you parents from my phone. Does that sound okay?" Alison nodded. And took his hand as they started to walk. "You can call me Uncle Jesse." He held her hand, and discretely adjusted himself to avoid showing his excitement. "I'm sure we'll get you home safely. I promise, I'll take good care of you." Nica walked next to the scumbag, holding hand as she watched him in silent disgust. She needn't say anything. She'd placed the idea in his mind, drawn from his twisted fantasy, and now his mind would build the rest. As they walked, she made a mental note of any cameras that might be able to see them. Jesse had been smart in a few ways, she noted. There were no cameras in direct view of his route. Feelings of disgust mixed with her primal hunger battled to just dispose of him. But she needed information, and she wanted him to suffer. He would be dead soon, she only needed to make sure his screams would go unnoticed. Wryly, Nica thought how much easier it was with rapists. Most required little to no persuasion to get her alone and out of earshot. Not to mention, she didn't mind the rough sex involved. Sometimes, rarely, she could actually get off before the jerks came. Filth like Jesse Wright was of little value to her sexually, but nutritionally, he'd suffice. He led her a few blocks until they came what looked like an abandoned storefront sporting an dingy looking apartment above. The navigated amongst random trash piles until they came to a metal door on the side of the building. Nica watched as he withdrew a set of keys from his pocket and placed the key in the lock. Jesse looked at her and smiled what she assumed was supposed to be a reassuring gesture, but looked almost conniving. "Don't you worry, I'll take good care of you. We'll go upstairs and you can have some cookies and hot chocolate, how does that sound?" Nica nodded in response, giving him direct control of the scenario. It wouldn't do to have him drawing attention with his screams. He gestured for her to move through the open doorway and she obediently climbed the stairs in front of him, hearing the unmistakable sound of multiple deadbolts locking in place. The stairwell was dimly lit by a single fluorescent bulb that flickered and a faint odor of mildew permeated the stuffy passage. At the top was a single door, which was left slightly open. Wright moved past her to open the door, his hand lingering across her chest just briefly. Nica resisted the repulsive shudder and followed him into his small apartment. Dirty and plain, it was what she expected for a convict on parole. She examined it closely determine if they were alone. The last thing she wanted was witnesses or for that matter additional casualties. "Come this sweetheart, there is a phone in the back room here." He led her onward to a bedroom. As he opened the door, he began to pull off items of clothing such as his shoes, socks, jacket and gloves. "Why don't you sit right down on the bed." Wright motioned to a small twin size bed with a faded pink bedspread. Nica sat, watching him. Wright closed the door and locked it. "How you like to help Uncle Jesse with something, huh?" He began to finish undressing. In the moment between Jesse Wright unbuttoning his top button and even before he had reached for the second, he was shoved violently around and shoved onto the bed, flat on his back. Nica's left hand curled around his throat while her right hand tore at the rest of his clothing. In seconds, he was naked underneath her. She straddled him and looked into his eyes. "This is no longer your fantasy you pathetic wart on the asshole of society. This is your nightmare!" She snarled as he began to scream, the vision of her red eyes becoming clear to him. Nica's voice began to change from a high pitch to a more throaty sound. Her smooth and beautiful face hardened with dark lines and pale skin. "You will remain perfectly still, no matter what happens. Do you understand?" He nodded, still whimpering. Nica traced her hand down his chest in a seductive manner. Her features still looked like living death as she made her way down to his groin. Her hand gripped his flaccid member and she began to massage him. His whimpering became silent and his breathing grew heavy as Nica's hand stroked him up and down. Nica's horrific eyes looked up at him. "That's it 'Uncle' Jesse. I want to feel your big penis get hard." The seductive manner belied the terrifying tone of her voice. She continued to pump him up and down until she could feel his pulse beating in his cock. His squat little body was sweating as she brought him closer to his orgasm. She began to fondle his sac, gently drawing her fingers along his balls and tracing his inner thighs. She could feel his tension rising, building ever closer. He grunted with effort, precum oozing out the slit of his cock. "Now you will give me your cum, give it to me, I want it, I need to have it." His hips bucked up once, his body tensing. Nica continued to stroke him. Another spasm rocked his hips as he nearly came from her movements. Nica's breath slowed and she closed her eyes, enhancing her other senses. His breath, his pulse, his tension, his need; it all registered in her mind. The intense scent of his climax flared in her nostrils. It was time for the main course. Nica moved her right hand down to the base of his cock and squeezed, inducing his orgasm. The knot behind his cock started to pulse. Nica's eyes shot open and the iris of her eyes red surrounded by an empty black. Her mouth part revealing razor sharp canines, a low hiss escaping. With a snarl she wrenched her left hand behind her. Jesse Wright screamed as his cock was ripped from his body. Nica placed her mouth at the stub of his cock as blood and cum began to flow from his body. Nica began to feed on him, drawing his life blood along with the milky cum from his body. Jesse Wright shrieked in agony and horror as she began to bleed him dry, using the adrenaline already flowing in his veins to sustain the transfer. Through all of his screams he still couldn't move, couldn't break the compulsion to obey. His screams silenced as he passed out from the loss of blood. Nica continued to feed until the flow all but stopped. Nica rose from his cold corpse and looked down. "Well 'Uncle Jesse,' you did taste better than I thought you would." Her face had regained its beauty and her eyes were a dark azure blue. She looked around the room with a raised eyebrow. The place was in total disrepair. Perhaps a fire might start. Nica left the apartment, and returned with gasoline. Drenching the body, she lit a match and tossed it, blowing a kiss as she did. Before the match lit, she'd wiped down the room and was on her way down the stairs leaving Jesse Wright and his apartment in flames. *** Nica Roads thanked the gate guard as she pulled passed the entrance of California FBI headquarters in Sacramento, and pulled into her usual parking space near the back of the lot. Glancing at the time, Nica cursed. She was running late. Gathering her bag, coat and coffee, she ran for the side entrance, hoping not to get singled out by her boss again. Aaron Burnes always seemed to know when she was late and made a point to announce her arrival to the entire office, much to her dismay. He was a straight laced by the book agent and always did his best to make sure all of his agents were too. He wasn't that old, mid thirties, strong features and incredibly intense eyes, a feature that Nica tried not to dwell on. He made her feel like a schoolgirl when he smiled. As she ducked past her boss's office, she breathed a sigh of relief. Setting her coffee on the desk she stopped short at the note on her computer. My office asap! ~ Burnes. "Shit." She dropped her coat and bag and walked across the hall. Nica tentatively knocked at Agent Burnes' door and he waved her in. "Sir you wanted to see me?" Burnes motioned to a wireless headset and indicated that she should sit down. "Tell him I don't give a damn what he thinks, this is an FBI case and he and his deputies are to stay out of your way." He waited for a few moments and placed a hand to his temples. "Fine, if you need their assistance, get it, otherwise I don't want any more hands in this." He leaned back in this chair. Yeah. Call me when it's done." Aaron hit the release button on his phone and tossed the headset on his desk. "So...I get this call from the San Francisco forensics lab regarding an arson victim they found over the weekend." He looked at her directly. "Why would a local Frisco office hand off an arson case to the bureau?" "Because of the name of the vic: Jesse Wright, recently paroled for good behavior was found as the only casualty in a abandoned restaurant that burned to the ground Saturday night." Nica nodded slowly. "You think it's related to the three cases I'm working on?" Dessert First He smiled in a matter of fact way. "It would seem Agent Roads, someone is picking off child molesters one by one and killing them rather gruesome fashion." "You're thinking serial killer?" He nodded. "Looks like you're headed to San Francisco." He turned to his computer and began typing. "You and Agent Castlemen will drive down tomorrow to see if there are any links between this and the prior cases." Nica rose to leave. At the door, Burnes' voice stopped her. "And Nica?" She turned back to him. "Follow Castlemen's lead on this. He's got an eye for these cases. I expect your report the end of the week." Dessert First: What Lies Beneath **All characters are at least 18 years of age** A/N: Please comment on the storyline, this set is a bit different from the other works. * "People often wonder what it is that drives the killer. Or what type of conditions create a molester or rapist. Debate and conjecture flood through the media, the small town diner, and the even to the family table, all in an attempt to place a logical explanation of the illogical. Logic, though many are unaware, has little to do with the mindset behind such brutality. Albeit, in the mind of the offender, the action is just, warranted, demanded, and unavoidable. With dutiful devotion they seek to correct an imbalance that their illogical mind has discovered. To believe that these crimes are the works of logical and rational human beings is foolish at best, negligent at worst. Violence is the only language that..." Nica read the headlines with mild disinterest. She agreed that the men on her list had gotten what was deserved, but her official position made such an outspoken statement impossible. She detested each of them, and would gladly endorse wiping them off the face of the planet, but that was her personal feelings, not those of an FBI agent. The day was closing and still no evidence had presented itself as the identity of the killer. Somehow, she knew it wouldn't. Nica had worked together with Agent Castlemen, visiting the scene of the crime, investigating with the employer and coworkers of Jesse Wright. Castlemen had noted the location of a park that sat suspiciously across from a toy store. Nica had postulated that perhaps there was a connection, but Castlemen dismissed anyone at the toy store as a suspect. The psych profile from the prison stated Jesse Wright's progress to be "significant," upon which he'd been recommended for release. Despite having no actual proof that Wright had killed the missing girls 20 years ago, someone had executed him for it. Little remained of his body, identification came through an engraved chain around the body's neck, confirmed later by the dental match. Burnes had told her to follow Castlemen's lead, but each time she suggested that maybe Wright was really still guilty, he'd cut her off saying, "Regardless of his guilt, his life was taken. Not by a prison sentence, not with evidence of a crime, but by someone who believed themselves above the law. I have no love for this man. But that does not give someone the right to execute him." Nica glanced up at the clock and began placing the case files in her briefcase. Castlemen walked over to her desk. "You want get a drink, a few of the locals said there's a bar up the street." His manner was un-assuming and casual. She thought over his request. "First round's on me." He added, raising his eyebrows. Nica thought over it, the week had sucked, she could use the drink, but wasn't certain of the company. She'd barely ventured into the city for anything other than food and work. "Alright. Cab or car?" "Since I don't plan on driving afterward, I'd venture cab would be best, as the lot outside is gated, the cars should be safest here. The bar is only about three blocks north of here." Nica nodded and closed her briefcase, resetting the combination lock. "Ready?" He nodded and Nica gestured for him to lead the way. "You can call me Mike when we're off duty, you know." "We'll see." was all she replied as they headed with the small group off the property. **** Nica knocked back the ninth shot of bourbon watching in fascination as Castlemen began to sweat. In the back of her mind she wondered why she wasn't feeling even the slightest tingle of the drink. She didn't drink all that often, just an occasional glass of wine when dining at a higher class restaurant. She watched the crowd in the bar, mostly law enforcement after a type. Several FBI agents she recognized from the branch office, a few off-duty cops, a small group of firefighters off to her right, and the intermingled casuals. She looked up at Mike as, clearly drunk, he asked the bar tender to pour another round. Unconsciously she glanced to the window on the far side of the room, seeing the last rays of the sun begin to fade away. As she turned back to Mike, she felt an odd sensation in her stomach. She'd hastily eaten a sandwich for lunch and thought maybe it wasn't agreeing with her. She got up to go to the lady's room and Mike glanced at her. "Leaving so soon?" Nica looked back him and smiled, "Just need to visit lady's room, excuse me." She kept the smile on her face even as the discomfort grew. She walked into the small bathroom, not terribly surprised that it smelled from lack of cleaning. Her stomach wrenched in pain and she moved to the bathroom stall. Raising the lid she wretched its contents until nothing remained. As she stood up, waves of dizziness flood her head and she nearly collapsed. Her head hurt with searing pain and she could feel every muscle on fire. She couldn't scream but felt as if her body was being ripped apart. As often happens when one experiences a migraine, Nica felt her senses amplify. The light was too bright and the wreaking smell of the bathroom all but suffocated her in its stench. Sounds from the city outside suddenly blared in her ears. Her eyes burned in their sockets and her teeth felt like someone had decked her in the face. In that moment, Nica knew she was going to die, but death couldn't come swiftly enough. And then, she knew. She was Nica. She was a predator and she was extremely hungry. Memories came back or rather awakened with quickening speed. As she looked over herself she found her attire quite bland and boring. Glancing down at her former lunch she flushed the commode with a frustrated sigh. Her "human" mind had misinterpreted the hunger and tried sate it using the pathetic excuse for nutrition. It was a semi-regular occurrence whenever she didn't feed for days and always had the same result. Resentment flared at the cursed witch that had cursed this trade off upon her. Nica exited the stall and looked herself over in the mirror. Her pallor had slightly paled; lips slightly darker red and her eyes shown with blood red irises. Nica shut her eyes and strained visibly. As she opened her eyes she smiled, noting the now dark azure blue color replacing the terror inspiring red. She needed to feed and soon. As she exited the bathroom the smell flooded her senses, overpoweringly enticing. So many humans, so many men, so much blood pulsed around her; she felt her mouth water in longing. She could hear their hearts beat. As her gaze moved from each muscled man she could almost taste their virility. She focused on not breathing, but it wasn't easing the hunger. "Hey, you okay?" Nica turned to see Mike standing their studying her, he was a bit drunk but still aware. Concern shown on his face. She imagined she probably looked a little ragged and her skin probably a little too pale to be considered healthy. "Just ready to get out of here." Nica said a little too quickly. Mike shrugged. "Well I guess I'll walk you out then." He gave his card to the bar keep and signed the bill. She waited but didn't dare take a breath. He walked back to her and they moved toward the exit. Nica allowed herself to breathe as the door shut behind them. The only scent of life in the air was Mike and she was able to repress her hunger easier than in the bar. Mike waived a passing cab and both climbed in, giving the hotel address to the driver. As they sat next to each other, Nica again felt the hunger surge. She looked at Mike and he smiled. She knew better than to use anyone in her day life. The risk of discovery was too great, let alone the danger of accidently killing them in her blood lust. She knew she'd waited too long to feed, the urge was difficult enough without delaying its sating. Mike looked over at her and smiled again. "Pardon me for saying this, but you really are quite striking to look at." Nica didn't respond and his smile fell as he glanced away. "Forgive me, that was out of line." Nica's nostrils flared as she noted the deliciously familiar scent of male arousal. She clenched a fist trying not to show her strain. She was about to respond when the cab pulled into the hotel parking lot. Nica exited the vehicle as Mike paid the driver. She had just reached the door as Mike caught up with her. "Hey, I'm sorry if I spoke out of place, I wasn't trying to be indecent." Nica turned back to him. The wind was gently blowing and his scent and wafting itself around her. She felt her control slipping. Without a word she leaned forward and kissed him passionately. At first he was shocked but then began to kiss her back. The scent of his arousal grew and Nica could feel own sex moisten in response. She broke the kiss and waited until he opened his eyes. Deliberately Nica used all her will power to focus her being as she drew him into her stare. Her voice was melodic as she spoke. "When you wake tomorrow, you will remember nothing before you left the bar." Mike's eyes widened and his pupils dilated as her will overshadowed his own. He wouldn't remember past the drinks at the bar when he woke. Nica watched as his eyes returned to normal. Mike just stood there staring at her. "Normally I'd give a guy like you the chance to make the first move but," she looked at him hungrily, "if I don't fuck you right now I'll probably kill you." Mike was slightly taken back by her blunt statement. He chuckled until he noticed she wasn't joking. "Well I don't have any desire to die." Nica held out her hand, "Then I suggest you give me your key." He fumbled for the keycard and gave it to her. Nica swiftly turned to his door and dropped the keycard into the slot. Hearing the lock click she twisted the handle and grabbed his sleeve, dragging him through the door. Nica flipped the wall switch giving just enough light to see around the room. As the door shut Nica kicked off her shoes and began to remove her top. Mike stood stupefied as she pulled her top over her head and unclasped the straps of her bra. Free from the restricting fabric, her breasts fell forward. She looked over at him and noted his expression. Topless, she walked over to him. He was trying to look up at her face, but his eyes kept falling to her feminine chest. Nica could smell the growing scent of him and glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants. She unbuttoned his shirt with lightning speed and began to undo his belt. As she unclasped the fastener of his pants, she felt her control waning. Careful not to rip his pants, she pulled them down taking his briefs at the same time. Nica was surprised by the size of him. The man she'd had last week was not nearly this big and he'd been young and far too eager to cum. She hoped Mike had a bit more stamina. She opened her mouth and used the flat of her tongue to lick from the middle of his shaft to the tip. Mike gasped. He moved his hand to push her away. "We shouldn't be doing this. We work together, you're under me..." "Not yet I'm not." Nica couldn't stop herself, she'd either have him this way or have his life, and she did not want the latter option. Nica rose and looked him in the eye. "Shhh Mike." She placed her finger on his lips. "We can worry about that later. Right now, I need you to shut up, and fuck me." She said, barely able to keep her control. Mike's lips touched hers and she felt his hands grasp her breasts firmly. His touch sent fire through her, gathering between her legs. She felt his hands drop from her breasts and was about to protest when his fingers released the fastening clasp of her suit pants. As they fell around her ankles he looped his thumbs in the band of her panties and dragged them down, breaking their kiss. Nica stepped out of them and nearly yanked him up. She gave him a gentle shove that, with her enhanced strength, drove him back onto the hotel bed. In less than a second she was already straddling him, guiding his pulsing cock to her bare sex. Both groaned as she sank her body down, driving his cock up into her slick tunnel, filling her aching cunt. She began to grind against him, pumping her body up and down, thrusting him as deep as she could and lifting her hips to almost pull off of and driving back down again. She braced herself with both arms against his chest as she undulated her hips, panting with excitement. Mike stared up at her as she fucked him steadily. He was entranced to watch her. He moaned even as his eyes devoured her body. He could see the muscles in her stomach flex as she rode him. Her face one of primal intensity, Nika was completely consumed in her passion. She savored the feeling of his cock filling her as she continued to ride him, desperately trying to quell the hunger for her lust, for his blood. Nika moaned as she felt Mike's hands on her breasts again. He pinched her nipples and kneaded her sensitive flesh, helping her mind to shift its focus. Her back arched as pleasure began to ripple through her. Mike groaned underneath her as she squeezed his cock like a silk vise. He sat up and placed his hands on her hips, holding her to him. Nica only half resisted him as he shoved her back to lie on her back as he took control. Never withdrawing from her depths, Mike began to thrust into her vigorously. Nica laid back and enjoyed his strokes as he drove himself deeply into her wet lips. His thick hands moved from her hips to her wrists as he raised her arms above her head, gently restraining her movements. Nica closed her eyes and relished the feeling, even knowing that he had no true power over her. She could tell he was restraining himself, his movements insistent but reserved. His face came close to hers and she raised her head off the covers to whisper in his ear. "I'm not going to break. I like it hard Mike. Fuck me harder." Nica punctuated her statement by biting his ear. She felt his body tense with the added pain from her bite and his movements became harsher, force filled, and aggressive. He began to slam into her relentlessly, allowing his size and desire to set the pace. His thrusts became sharper as his cock banged into her sex. Nica moaned his name as he buried himself over and over inside her cunt. She could feel his body shudder as his pleasure grew. He no longer held himself back but thrust with such force as to jerk her hips with each plunge. Nica was moaning, feeling her own orgasm approaching. He released her wrists and propped himself up, using her breasts as hand holds and squeezing them as he plowed into her soaking sex. Nica felt it start just below her stomach, burning fire that radiated from where the tip of his cock speared her. His rough kneading of her nipples and breasts combined with the primal passion of his thrusting cock was pushing her to completion. The fire began to caress her senses, She reached around his arms and touched her inflamed clit, suddenly feeling the pleasure overflow. In that moment just before one falls headlong into the void of release, she was suddenly the creature of the night. The animal was uncaged and unfettered. Nica's true nature revealed itself in hideous intensity. Her eyes looked black in her sockets as the iris color went to blood red. She hissed a growl of pure animalist ferocity, razor sharp fangs bared in blood thirst. Every muscle flexed in anticipation. And then she was plummeting into the void. Nica's body began to shake as the waves of pleasured release raced through every nerve in her. Her nose flared as the scent of his looming orgasm radiated from him. Mike's cry and a final thrust signaled his own release. She felt his seed pulse into her body, his thick cock jerking within her as cum flowed out of him and shot into her pussy. It was rare for Nica to let a man cum anywhere other than her mouth as she savored the flavor of their blissful explosion, but then it was also rare for a man to last long enough to bring her own orgasm. Each pulse of cum that he pumped into her was punctuated by groans of ecstasy from his lips. Nica pulled him down atop her, his head on her shoulder as the final moments of his orgasm ripped through him. Nica couldn't help herself, she needed a taste of him. With gentle swiftness, Nica use her fangs to slice open the base of his ear, eliciting a slight flinch from him. Greedily she sucked in the extremely small offering of his blood into her mouth. The taste of him was electrifying and only served to enhance her orgasm. The hunger blazed forth with the sweet taste of his life on her tongue. Catching herself, she let go of his ear. Temptation screamed to take more, but stopped herself. The sexual release eased the hunger to a bearable ache and her mind was her own, despite the sweet taste in her mouth. She lay there for a few moments under him, temporarily satisfied, thankful that neither of them would remember this night in the morning. She hoped he hadn't seen the demon show itself. Dessert for Crystal You couldn't forget Crystal. Beautiful, tall, with long black hair, dark green eyes and a full mouth that was usually laughing at something or someone, and always painted with a startling red lipstick. Her full tits clamoured for your attention, invariably only just contained by the fabric of some immaculate designer outfit, worn with high black boots with higher heels. But the most memorable thing among the many things about Crystal was what you saw when she walked away - her broad and glorious arse. A National Treasure of an arse. But in spite of all that, it has to be said Crystal was also something of a bitch. I'd known her for four years. At the start of that time we were flatmates. Two journalists making it in the big city who decided to share the rent. Then late one Friday night, both drunk and bored, and with nothing on the telly she offered to suck my cock. Well, it would have been rude to say no, and so minutes later there I was legs spread wide on the sofa with some crappy chat show blaring out of the TV and these amazing green eyes looking up at my face as that scarlet mouth slid up and down my ecstatic cock. I wasn't intending to spunk in her mouth. I was trying to save myself to fuck her, just to return the compliment so to speak but she just kept going, taking me in so deep, gagging on my shaft then slowly easing it out until just the tip of her tongue was in contact and licking the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. In the end I couldn't stop myself, and I watched her as she took my load full in her mouth, showed it off like a porn star, then swallowed it all, except for a trickle she let slide down her chin. "Night night, flatmate" she said, and walked off to her room. From then on I don't know what we were - flatmates? fuck-buddies? boyfriend and girlfriend? She never wanted to put a label on it and I wasn't complaining. Some nights she'd suck me off. Other nights she'd ask me to fuck her from behind and I'd watch my hips slap against her fat bum while she'd watch Saturday night TV with her fingers on her clit. One time I even suggested I could fuck that her perfect arse but she just laughed and called me a pervert. One night - a memory I often wanked myself off to afterwards - I woke up to see her straddled over me in a pair of stockings, naked and reeking of red wine, with a fat black vibrator deep in her cunt: "Hey baby! I really need you to suck me till I come!" Then there was Greg. He was the News Editor on the Finance Channel and Crystal set about securing herself a job there by letting Greg secure himself in her knickers. And that, very suddenly was that. She moved in with him, and started presenting their stock market updates by day and no doubt sucking Greg till his balls fell off every night. So I put Crystal behind me, and now here I was at the launch of an upmarket new magazine that had been naïve enough to employ me as a restaurant critic. I stood on the terrace of the ridiculous Georgian country house on a perfect summer evening with a glass of champagne, watching the crowd mingle and chat, trying to decide for myself who was the prettiest girl. Really though as soon as I saw Vivienne Fontaine it was no contest. I recognised her from her photo for her travel column, but the reality was better by far. Petite, quirky-looking in a dress made out of a fabric that can only have been one molecule thick, so closely did it cling to her. She had a short bob of red-brown hair and an Elfin face with lively brown eyes and the kind of permanently pouting mouth you only get by being French. I was going to talk to her. I was. I took one more gulp of champagne. And then I heard a voice at my shoulder. "Hey Tommy" Crystal. Why was she here? I just stared. Maybe it was the red lipstick. Maybe it was her tits, even fuller than before, maybe it was that incredible arse. Whatever it was, three years down the line that woman retained the power to make my cock stiffen in a heartbeat. All the same, I wasn't going to be a push-over. "This is a very boring party Tommy. Why don't you show me the grounds?" "I don't know the grounds. I've never been here before." "Show me them anyway. I want to talk to you. I missed you, flatmate. We used to have so much fun..." Well, she took my arm and we strolled off down a path, then another path, and then behind a big hedge, and then I know I said I wasn't going to be a push-over but somehow all of a sudden there I was with Crystal on her knees in front of me, my flies open and my fat throbbing erection straining towards her open red mouth like some kind of homing missile. "See? Your cock remembers me..." And those red red lips slid luxuriously up my shaft. Birds sang. Clouds slid across a blue sky. And my cock thrust in and out of the hottest, wettest, rudest mouth I knew. Crystal hitched up her dress. At the top of her black stockings her naked cunt was open to the evening air. "No knickers. Classy!" Her fingers played with her clit and she moaned and her sucking grew deeper. I was seconds away from coming. Her lipstick and saliva smeared my cock as my whole body tensed. Then her phone rang. "Oh hey Greg! I was looking for you babe." Crystal stood up, straightened her dress, put one finger, wet with the juice of her cunt against my lips, and walked away, and I stood there, my frustrated cock twitching in the evening air watching her fat arse sway as she walked back to the house. I'd been an idiot. Maybe it wasn't too late to find Vivienne. Maybe if I played it carefully I could even fuck Vivienne that night. God knows if I didn't put my cock in some girl soon I thought I might actually explode. I hurried back to the house. Forty minutes and one interminable conversation with my editor about what I thought of the buffet later my luck changed. It was growing dark and my boss joined the crowd that was drifting back into the house for dessert. But not Vivienne. She was alone, watching the sunset. Maybe she was even waiting for me to come and talk to her. I wasn't going to screw this up again. Vivienne was even prettier up close. We talked about all sorts of things - food, literature, music, and I loved how her eyes flashed as she talked and her body swayed as if she were dancing. And I was just thinking how now might be the time to ask her if I could kiss her when - "There you are!" Bloody Crystal, swaying towards us, lipstick once again immaculate, with a dish of trifle and a smirk. "And you're Vivienne. I love your writing. It's beautiful. And I see you met Tommy. He likes to pretend he's interested in the finer things in life, but he'd far rather have someone suck his cock in the bushes." It was dark. Maybe Vivienne didn't see me blush. But she would have noticed the awkward silence. "Anyhow..." breezed Crystal, my husband Greg Hessewald is inside and he would love to meet you. He thinks you should have your own show..." And Crystal walked off into the garden. I stood there alone, every bit of me deflated, except for some crazy reason my cock. It started to rain but I didn't care. I caught up with Crystal on the far side of the lawn by the green house. "Bloody hell Crystal what did you say that for?" "Journalist's sacred duty to tell the truth at all costs. Plus she's not your type." "How would you know?" "Because I'm your type. Your cock says so." She patted the front of my trousers where my erection was still twitching against my pants. "Anyway, I'm cold. I'm going in here." And she pushed the greenhouse door. Inside it was warmer and the rain was falling loudly on the roof. "Here" she said, putting down her uneaten dessert and pulling off my tie, "let me make it all better for your poor stiff dick." "No!" "Aw. Come on. I'll finish what I started. I'll even let you touch my tits if you're a good boy." "No! We're finished, Crystal. You can't treat people like this." "Tommy! You're so boring!" "And you're a bitch!" "A bitch?" "Well you are a bitch Crystal. You know you are." "Well then... " she turned away and leaned against a table. Her arse jutted towards me. "If I'm really a bitch, I think you should punish me." My throat went dry. "Or are you too much a pussy, Tommy? I don't think Vivienne is going to fuck you if you're this much of a pussy, you know. But oh dear, I have been bad..." Crystal shoved the plants onto the floor and further leaned across the table, then hitched her skirt up above the tops of her stockings revealing her bare arse. "Look, Tommy, your favourite knickers. You can kiss my arse if you want Tommy." In that instant everything changed. Something snapped in me. Thunder rumbled outside and the rain rattled hard on the glass roof and I strode to the table and slapped Crystal's arse hard. She gasped in surprise. I smacked her again. And again. "Oh, my turn" she said and began to move but I shoved her back down. "You're staying right there..." I took my tie and bound her wrists together against a leg of the table, then saw the bamboo cane lying on the floor. She saw it too. "Oh God Tommy." It whooshed through the air and I cracked it across the cheeks of her broad arse. Crystal's buttocks clenched then relaxed. Silence but for the rain and Crystal's deep breathing. Then "Again" she grunted. I swung the cane a second time. And a third. Each time the bamboo chastised her arse my cock throbbed harder. Six blows with the cane in all. I stopped. "Oh baby. I didn't think you... God... My arse is so sore." "I've got something for that." I took the bowl of trifle and scooped a handful of it out, slapping it down onto her punished arse. "Oh! Don't spoil my dress babe. Please. It's Versace." In reply I slapped on more of the trifle and smeared it across both buttocks and let a generous portion trickle down her arse crack onto the swollen lips of her cunt and then drip onto her precious dress. Crystal lay in front of me sprawled across the table, her sore arse daubed in slippery creamy custard. My cock was loving it. I slipped my trousers off and my cock pointed right where it wanted to go. Straight into this magnificent bitch's glorious arse. I nudged my cock up against her tight anus, slick with slippery pudding. I pushed. She gasped and her sphincter pushed back for a moment, then I felt her relax and she seemed to suck me in. Inch by inch I fucked Crystal's arse and inch by inch her arse clasped my cock like a tighter lewder cunt. She pushed back. And then I found a rhythm, a filthy, furious rhythm pumping my hard, slippery cock into her up to the hilt over and over again as Crystal moaned and writhed and swore beneath me. "Oh fuck Tommy. Spunk in me! Fuck my bitches arse!" And at last there it was - spurt after spurt of my thick jism for this beautiful bitch. I pulled out of her and the last gobs of spunk-spattered her bum and trickled down to add to the mess on her thighs. I was done. I looked down at Crystal panting on the table. Beside her was the bowl, empty but for one fat red strawberry. I slipped it between the pouting labia of her sopping cunt. She moaned. I pushed it further. Little thrusts into her. She spread her legs wider and moaned and bucked and writhed against the rough red fruit in her cunt and at last the strawberry juice oozed over her clit and Crystal came. I untied her hands. I kissed her with a long wet kiss and my cock twitched again. As the rain drummed on the roof and our tongues played I knew there was going to be plenty more to come. Then in one crash of lightening the greenhouse lit up. And what I saw I will never forget. Watching us intently, her mouth open, and one hand thrust deep between her parted thighs was Vivienne. "Oh hey! Vivienne..." murmured Crystal in the silence that followed, "do you want a strawberry?" Dessert for Supper When I woke up this morning the last thing I imagined was that I would be having dessert for dinner. But then I am jumping ahead…. It’s always tough to wake up one morning to discover you are suddenly 35. Luckily a well kept 35. My body is still shapely, my 42D breasts still fighting off the effects of gravity and age. Auburn hair with sun licked blondish highlights that emphasized my reddish-brown eyes. They contained a look of unquenched desire only found in a woman in the peak of her sexual life. After a morning of cyber sex writing and some liquid hot phone sex I found myself in a voracious mood. No amount of masturbatory orgasms were satisfying my over heated sex drive. Hubby was no help in moods like this and unfortunately for me he was off on a business trip for the night anyway. Oh My God, what an afternoon I had once I finished chatting with a dear friend. The adventure that follows happened in a whirlwind of a few hours. I jumped on a sex talk website around 12:30 P.M. to see if anyone was on and willing to heat up my afternoon. Jack was there. Jack is a golf pro from Pennsylvania. We’d shared some hot instant messaging sessions and I sent him a few of my best stories along with a non compromising picture. He wanted more. He wanted me. He wanted to meet me in person. A few days ago he convinced me that we should hook up and he would call so we could get to know each other and make plans to meet. I decided to meet the Jack in a last second decision today. Jack was to call today anyway to discuss a possible meeting. I was just hanging around writing and checking out my favorite sex website waiting to hear from another guy. Jack popped up and asked how I was doing he was pleasantly surprised to see me on at lunch since he was scheduled to call me at 4:30. He asked if he could call now instead and I said sure. I figured we'd chat and I'd cum for him and make him nuts before he left for his summer vacation tomorrow. We talked for about 20 minutes. He hesitantly asked for a raincheck for the date we were planning due to a meeting he couldn't shake. I joked, “Sure… you know should just come and fuck me now to make up for it.” He asked, “Are you alone?” Jack said he was already in the car, “You are really convincing me to make a trip.” “I am alone…come fuck me,” I assured him. I was in an insatiable mood and I can’t think straight when I'm this horny. I just need to feel the rush of orgasm after orgasm. “If you come we will play out your cream pie fantasy…” I rattled off directions. He said, “I ‘m starting the car, I am coming to you, you've convinced me.” Honestly, I love playing with whip cream so I figured it’s not much of a stretch. It was now 1:30 P.M. The drive would take about 3 hours for him to reach me in my little backwoods home in the sticks of upstate NY. We chatted while he drove sexual innuendos flying back and forth. He asked me to cum for him so he could hear what he was in for in person. I also knew that would kill time and make driving go by much faster for him. Around the PA Jersey border he said he'd call when he got to NY thruway. I went out to get a few things: a drop cloth, heavy paper plates and two big tubs of Cool Whip, a small tub of vanilla Cool Whip and a luscious chocolate French Silk pie. I was home by 3:30. We had hoped Jack would be here by 4:00 giving us a few hours before he had to drive back. He had called his wife and made an excuse. He would have to leave by 6:00 at the latest. When he was near he called to say traffic was bumper to bumper. He was so upset and thought he might have to skip and turn back. Jack said, “talk to me baby convince me why I should come.” I told him what I bought. When I reached the French Silk pie he said, “Ok, ok I'm coming. The thought of the silk pie has made me hard.” I gave him my evil chuckle when he told me he was hard. My pussy throbbed knowing it would be soon. He called again from a closer road and was pissed again - slow but moving traffic. It was now 4:30. I told him to call from exit 23 and I'd talk him in. Just before he reached the exit he got through but reception on the cell sucked he kept fading in and out, a hazard of the backwoods. It was a harrowing thought for him to drive 4 hours so far and have to just go home. So close but now he was determined. He got through and I gave him the directions as quick as I could before he faded. I never got to how to find my street from the road the post office was on. I paced. I prepped plates of cool whip. I thawed the silk pie to try and keep my mind off jumping in the car and flagging down every guy that drove near the house. I locked the dog up and waited. Finally the phone rang and I finished the direction before he faded once more. You cut the tension with a knife. I met him at the door in my white silky thong and a button down tan Hawaiian shirt. He had asked me to role play. He wanted me to pretend I was babysitting and he was my boy friend and was coming to keep me company. He had a beautiful dark blue suit with a red tie. Jack was very banker looking...older handsome gentleman. He was maybe late 40’s or early 50’s. I am a sucker for a man in a suit. He walks in on the landing and I shut the door I hear his breath catch. He knew what I was wearing but I guess my breasts were bigger then he imagined. I kissed him hello and instantly he was at ease. He said, “The drive was definitely worth it…I am so glad I came already.” He caressed my ass as he spoke. That made me blush and smile at the same time. “Oh baby…you haven’t cum yet, believe me…heheheh.” I had only seen a picture of him before and it was so much better to see him in person. I took his hand and led him up the stairs to the living room. He asked to use the bathroom. Quite understandable after such a long car ride. I showed him to the one in the master bedroom. I waited for him I had the laptop on the ottoman and was checking the weather alert. I was trying to look as delectable as I could. I kept my back to the hall kneeling on the floor with my ass peaking out beneath my shirt as I looked at the screen. Jack removed his suit jacket and stood behind me. He leaning forward and caressed my head and massaged my shoulders while I moved and caressed up and down his legs. I leaned the back of my head to his crotch as he reached into my shirt and caressed and squeezed my 42D breasts gently. Then he began to unbutton my shirt and I turned and stood before his tall frame. I tried to undo his tie, but the knot was so tight and crisp. Jack took care to undo it himself while I undid his belt. He began to unbutton his shirt while I worked to undo his trousers. I was shaking, I was so damn horny now. I helped with his final button then finished with his pants. Then he began to work on my shirt. I dropped his pants and lifted and pulled at his tee shirt. I kissed his bare chest, sucked his nipples and ran my fingers thru his chest hair. His chest hair was a beautiful grey. When I sucked his nipples it made him moan. He was having trouble with my last button so I finished undoing it. I slid the shirt off my shoulders and he looked at me hungrily. He cupped my breasts and kissed each nipple sweetly before I squatted down before him and teased him thru his jockeys He was anticipating the blow job coming. He already had a description of what I would do when he was driving up. He had so much precum on his penis and his underwear. I went down on Jack. I told him I planned this blow job to be at least one of his top three blow jobs of his life. I reached up and pulled his underwear down and saw his cock for the first time. His penis was very nice and thick, between 5 and 6" long. He was cut. I could not wait. Mmmmmmmmm my mouth watered. I told him I would be nice and not tease him too long. I began to tease him by gently licking and sucking on the head of his cock. At his length I could swallow him completely without problems. I kissed and licked and sucked his head listening to his breathing. I kept looking up to see if he was watching, smiling up at him when I saw he was. I swallowed him deep and pressed his ass forward so he would thrust deeper. I tickled his balls. He asked me what I wanted. I said, “Fuck me Jack…now.” He smiled and said, “Ok.” I lay back against the couch and waited for him. He romoved the last of his clothing which was piled around his ankles then he ran into the kitchen and grabbed two plates of Cool whip brought them back to the couch. “Should we do this here?” he asked. “Here? No… in the other room ok?” He put the plates down beside me and said, “No… not yet.” He climbed on top of me teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. Jack was circling and stroking until I couldn’t help it I begged over and over for him to fuck me. I was so very wet…no, I was soaked. He knelt down and put a dollop of cream on my clit and sucked it away with his lips before slipping his cock inside me to once more tease before taking my hands and leading me to the other couch. He stopped and grabbed one of the plates. He sat and pulled me towards him. Climbing on the couch I squatted over his lap. My breasts were even with his face. He stroked and caressed them. Jack sucked the nipples pressing my breasts together so he could suck both at the same time. I was grinding my wet pussy on his lap. He had begun to soften so I slinked down and took him once more in my mouth. Jack then confirmed that I was the best blowjob he'd ever had. Hearing that enflamed the excitement I was already feeling. I sucked him harder and deeper. He had brought one of the plates of cream over and had placed it on the floor He reached down and scooped a handful and rubbed it all over his cock and I greedily sucked all the sweet cream. I licked his balls then cleaned his fingers sucking each down. He told me I was so cute at his feet enjoying myself on his hard cock, loving him with my mouth. I once more climbed up and sat on his lap kissing and teasing His mouth. My lips tasting like the lovely cream that I had sucked from his cock. I love it when the kisses become desperate and frenzied. Jack reached down rubbing his cock against my pussy, slipping inside but not thrusting. I tried hard as I might to move against him drive him deeper but he maintained control. I wanted more. “Let’s go in the other room, baby” I implored. “Okay” he smiled and rubbed my ass as I climbed off him. I grabbed the two plates in the living room and Jack grabbed another plate of cream and the big silk pie that waited on the kitchen table. Then we headed for the bedroom. In the bedroom I had covered the bed with a drop cloth with a sheet on top of it and I climbed on the bed placing the pies to the side. I sat and watched as Jack walked in and looked at me and smiled. He put his pies beside mine and we met in the center of the bed kissing and touching. As we kissed he reached for a handful of sweet cream and covered my nipples, sucking the sweet cream away. He scooped more and again suckled them gently. His hand dropped and he coated my clit. Then he took the plate and said are you ready? I smiled and he hit me in the face with the plate! He squooshed it in good. I laughed…hysterically and so did he. Jack said it was a good look for me. He kissed away what coated my face. Then hit me in the kisser again. Now I had a real case of the giggles. It felts so cool and slick and so nice as he rubbed it all over my chest and shoulders. He handed me the plate and I put it right in his face. I immediately kissed and licked his face, god he tasted so good. He rubbed his cheeks on mine still covered and sexy. Breathlessly I told him,"Put your fingers inside me Jack” He watched me as he finger fucked me with two fingers. My cries growing louder my wiggling and thrusting grabbing at his hand I became more frenzied. “Curl your fingers inside baby oh yes like that!!!” My orgasm washed across me. I felt the muscles of my pussy push away and I began to squirt. The chill of the cream mixed with my hot wet juices as they squirted from my body all over Jack’s palm. I laid back and lifted my legs so he could enter me. The cream had started to become sticky to the touch of the hand but together body against body it felt so silky and slick. He thrust and I met each of his with one of my own. “I don’t want to cum yet baby…I want you on top when I cum” “Ok” I said with a smile. Jack said, “You look so cute all covered with cream. I only could laugh some more. We both laughed. This was so silly, so sexy and fun. Jack lay down and I positioned myself above him. He continued rubbing the sweet cream across my breasts. I scooped up a handful and covered his chest, stomach and cock and began to lick in long slow lines. I took care to suck as much off his cock as possible before I mounted him. What a delicious sensation my pussy with cream inside…our bodies slick and hot rocking and fucking hard and fast. I rocked above him his cock deep inside. He told me to grab the big silk pie he was close to cumming. He grabbed my ass and thrust harder and faster He began to cry out as he peaked and wham hit him right in the face as he came. It was too deliciously funny when I removed the tin. He was a mess but laughed and said “Oh that was better then I ever imagined!” The chocolate cream had splattered all over. I began to eat the chocolate cream from his lips and licked his cheeks. “You taste really good…did you know that?” I joked. He chuckled and rubbed my body. “I have to go baby.” he said hugging me tight. I said, “I know…you need to jump in the shower…wish we had more time…” I continued to eat a bit here and there and began to scoop the remnants of the pie back into its tin. I didn’t want to stop but I know I had to. I was having way too much fun. Slick and sticky at the same time I climbed off him my pussy filled with his cum I went in to start the shower. What a strange sensation to wash off the cream. It leaves a slick film that won’t come off until you use soap. Jack climbed in and I stood back behind the shower head and watched as he washed up. I helped find and wash away all the chocolate curls from the top of the silk pie. He had cream everywhere in his ears all over …but it was so much fun. He washed up first and got out. I stayed in for a little while. Recalling all that had happened in such a short amount of time. I got out and toweled myself lightly still damp. I was naked draping the towel over me I went into the living room looking for my clothes. Jack was already dressed. Looking crisp and professional…I wanted to fuck him again right there in his suit. He groaned with desire when he saw me walk out naked. I bent over sexily to pick up my shirt and give him a nice view of my ass. Slipping it on I grabbed his ass as he straightened his tie in the mirror. He asked if I had a comb and then followed me back into the bedroom. He rubbed my ass and cupped my breasts as I found him a comb. Most presentable now I walked him to the door. I stood on the bottom step so I was at his level so I could kiss him once more before we opened the door. He wished me good luck and said he would love to do this again someday. The next time we needed to have more time. I smiled and said ok. I watched as he walked down to his car. He looked like and insurance agent leaving a client’s house. Dessert For the Devil Bound and helpless I wait for my Master's return. The blinds throw shadows of their slats across my body painting a picture of a wanton slut awaiting pleasure or pain depending on her Master's current whim. Which do I desire? I wonder? Once I would have said neither. That was before Karl took me and made me his toy, his pet, his whore slut wanting only to pleasure him. How hard those first few weeks were on us. How I fought him, never giving an inch. I carry scars from his whip that will never go away. He conquered me in the end and turned my world inside out. My only purpose in life now his pleasure. my only desire to please him in my humiliation. There is nothing I will deny him any more. He had my breasts enlarged. Now with the aid of a corset he has made my waist half it's original size yet still he tightens it every day to see how small he can make me. I have been fitted me with nipple and clit rings. The weighted clit ring have elongated me until my clit looks like a small penis especially when erect and needy. A state he keeps me in always. My mind is the most important change. My every waking thought now belongs to him. My body throbs just thinking of how he will tease and torment me until I give him at his command my orgasm. I am now reborn as his creation. Today I will leave my old life as a Bride of Christ behind forever, To begin life dedicated to my Master's God. Father Karl my former confessor is satisfied with his slut. How innocent I was when I sought his council desiring his help to understand my wanton desires for him. He took away my innocence that night showing me a world unknown to me of fleshly desire and wanton lust. Showing me the pleasures, a woman received in servicing her man with pussy, ass, and mouth. It was only later that I learned the price of my addiction. Without his body to service I am alone. Without pleasuring him I am without purpose. Just the thought of his touch upon my body, his whispered words telling me to open my passages to his fingers and his cock can send me salivating like Pavlov's dog into climax. He has become my world. I hear the sound of his footsteps coming down the hall, the door grates open on my cell, and he is there. Dressed in his priest frock and collar he growls at me. "Are you ready to join us Sister Sarah?" I moan in lust at the sight of him and shake my head yes, watching the green eyed women, who appears in the mirror across from my bed shiver as he runs one finger down her spine and into the crease between her ass cheeks. He pulls them apart and lightly licks there smacking her until her ass is bright and shiny red and her eyes ful of tears. I do not recognize her as me anymore. He smells the odor of my arousal and says, "My whore slut is ready." He sips delicately at my juices as his finger enters my ass screwing gently back and forth. My whimper is met by his laughter. I watch him pulling up his frock. He unzips his pants and releases his cock. Appearing in front of me, I open wide and stick out my tongue to receive my new sacrament. How far we have come from those first few days. He leans and kisses my forehead lightly tells me I am a good girl. He can't know or maybe he does what a warm sensual feeling grows in the pit of my stomach knowing I please him. "Now slut time for your meal." He pulls my head up roughly by my hair. I suck him deep into my grateful mouth. I like it better when I can hold him, caress him with my hands but he prefers me bound and helpless forced to work hard for the pleasure of drinking his juice. Soon I hear him moan and feel his sack as it tightens. He moans and pulls me close pushing deep into my throat as I receive my sacrament. I have learned to crave the taste of him upon my lips. To know my food comes directly from his body now pleases me. Finished he growls. "Suck me hard again slut, I would take you before I give you to my cohorts." I continue to suck and tease his cock feeling myself grow wet as he grows hard again. He enters my clutching pussy and rapidly has me wiggling and moaning under his hands. Pulling away, he pushes pillows under me and spreading my cheeks pushes his hot wet tongue inside my forbidden passage. I cry out with the pleasure urging him to fuck my ass, to fill me. He laughs and says, "That will earn you punishment later, but now I want this ass too much to wait". He loads his finger with cool slick ointment pushes inside me; another finger joins the first and then a third. He uses his other hand to hit me. The warmth of his spanking makes me glow from the inside out. This nun, this bride of Christ would never have imagined such delicious torture, such glorious agony. My ass hot and red from his paddling, pussy drooling with desire, clit hard and pulsing with need. He takes what he desires and gives me nothing, as he works both my pussy and my ass for his pleasure. He tells me he wants me hot for tonight neeedful and ready for his cohorts to ravage. I scream out in short-lived pain as his thick cock, breeches my anal ring and pushes inside my hot ass. It stretches me, the heat of it melting me into a puddle of mind-blowing heart pounding lust. Once I was an innocent desiring only a heavenly reward, now my life is only complete when I am subjugated to his will. Held writhing under his spell. He teases me until crying out I beg him to fill me totally with his cock. I want to feel the pulsing of his cock the heat of his body. I yearn for the tightening spring of my desire to be allowed to open to consume me in the fires of our desire. Too soon, he spills his seed leaving me wanting. He withdraws, as he promises me I will be completely fulfilled before night's end. Grabbing a brush, he straightens my hair and grabbing fragrant strawberry oil rubs me to a glorious shine. "Master, may I pee before we leave?" He grunts his answer. "No! I want you full there are people here who will desire to drink from your fountain." I blush at the thought and he slaps my ass and then bites it leaving me marked as his slut. "Still my innocent little Sister Sarah even in your depravity, only now you come willingly to serve another God through service to me." He pulls, sucks, and bites at my nipples and clit making them hard before inserting my golden rings, now the corset goes on and he pulls it so tight I can hardly breathe, then the tall white spike heeled shoes with the locking ankle straps. He turns me to the mirror. I stare not believing it is I. This slut is now as tall as her Master, flowing red hair wild as a windswept breeze golden jeweled ring through her clit with attached leash, gold dusted pussy, huge breasts with hardened nipples dusted gold and displaying precious gem encrusted rings. My eyes grow big as I whisper "I am beautiful Master." He gently pats my ass and as I watch I see his come dripping in silver streaks down my leg. "Yes you are a most beautiful creation. Do not disappoint me out there. Do everything you are asked. Do you understand?" I nod my head but he pulls my clit and pinches it hard. "If you fail me this is only the first part of you that will suffer and it will not be pleasure I promise you." He grabs my leash and with a hard tug, we walk out on stage. We are greeted by the applause of a waiting horde. He walks me to a waiting table and ties me there. " Witches, Warlocks, Devils, demons and other spawn, I give you Sister Sarah for your pleasure. Tonight is her baptism into depravity. Use this slut, as you will. Everything is allowable in the service of our Master." The early morning sun shines through the ceiling skylight before Master Karl releases my bonds and takes me to his bed. I am covered in come, bruised and welted, the devil's spawn know many ways to torment, tease, and please a slut. By one's two's and three's I have pleasured a horde and am sated from the excesses of the evening. As I close my eyes I hear, "Well done my slut you will be rewarded". I feel him insert his cock into my well-fucked ass as he softly and sweetly fucks me to sleep. I know in the morning before he goes to say Mass he will punish me for the pleasures of this night and then he will take me and leave me sated and sleeping until his return. My Master will say his mass with my taste in his mouth, my juices caked on his cock. Copyright as of May 22,2002. No reproduction without author's permission. Dessert for Two The restaurant was busy. It had taken ages for the food to appear and I was feeling bored and restless. Mike prattled on about some conference he was going to the following week in Sweden and I had tuned out long ago. All it took was the occasional murmur from me for conversation to flow unchallenged. Mike had always loved the sound of his own voice; sadly I didn't feel quite the same way. My pasta carbonara was delicious - really creamy and terribly fattening, but I barely touched it. Mike hadn't noticed my lack of appetite but then he wouldn't have noticed if I had stood up and performed a table dance for him wearing Agent Provocateur lingerie. The only things that sparked his interest these days were golf and pension plans. Neither of those topics rocked my boat. Consequently we had little in common any more. Idly I pushed my cooling pasta around the plate and concentrated on a wine stain on the tablecloth as the other conversations in my vicinity ebbed and flowed above the background noise. I listened as a woman opposite chatted to her friend about her recent holiday in Crete and I hung on to every word. Her exploits were far more amusing than the last conference in Blackpool where Harry in Sales got pissed again. A soft Scottish accent caught my attention and I turned slightly to see who had spoken. A dark haired man sat at the adjacent table with a brassy blonde woman. He leaned back quietly in his chair, a glass of red wine in one hand while the woman talked animatedly about a wedding she was apparently invited to. The way she went on about it, it seemed that 'Hello' magazine were doing a photo spread and half the guests were A-list celebrities. I smirked to myself and was just about to divert my attention back to Mike for the obligatory two seconds, when the dark haired man must have felt the weight of my stare for he turned and caught my eye. He had the most delicious melted chocolate eyes I had seen in ages and for a long moment I drowned happily in his gaze. He raised one eyebrow and rolled his eyes at me as miss blonde paused for breath long enough to shovel a huge fork full of chips into her mouth. Grinning in sympathy, I quickly glanced over at Mike again. He was checking his mobile in the conversational lull, so I diverted my attention back to dark haired with a rueful smile. We were now in cahoots, both of us stuck with partners who were more in tune with themselves than us. I carried on half listening to Mike, who was telling me about the upcoming golden wedding anniversary party he was organising for his parents. Every once in a while - but not enough to be too obvious - I glanced over at the dark haired man. He sat with a less than enthralled expression on his face while miss blonde prattled on about her sister's new boyfriend. Apparently he was very big in air conditioning. I couldn't help but notice him suppress a yawn and I smiled gleefully just as he glanced over at me again. Suddenly Mikes mobile rang shrilly, causing everyone in the entire restaurant to turn and look in sympathy at me. How un-cool it was to have such an embarrassing ring tone. I pretended I was somewhere else. "Sorry babe, need to take this call. Yanks are trying to do a deal..." He puffed self importantly and left our table hurriedly, talking noisily into his phone nineteen to the dozen. I breathed a sigh of relief and glugged the rest of my wine down. If alcohol couldn't make the evening go faster, death-by-chocolate was next on the list. Miss blonde stood up too. "Just going to the little girls' room," she simpered in a syrupy voice. Oh please! I thought bitchily, who does she think she sounds like? Dark haired man smiled sweetly and stood up politely as she teetered off across the room on her four inch stilettos, fake tits stuck out in front like a pair of melons. "Yours looks nice..." I commented as I gazed over at his risotto dish. "It was," he agreed. "Kind of lost my appetite now though." "Why's that?" "Company's not as good as I had hoped for." He looked sad. "Blind dates are always a bad idea." "Really? I never would have guessed you two weren't a couple." I said sarcastically, "You seemed so in tune..." He grinned at me and dipping a fork into the risotto, offered me some. I leaned across the gap between the tables and stared straight at him, parting my lips expectantly. "Open wide..." he said softly. I took the food into my mouth and swallowed it slowly, savouring the subtle flavours. It was delicious; just like him. I darted my tongue out and licked my lips provocatively as he watched me, mesmerised. The room shrank until just the two of us sat there, sexual tension so thick you could have sliced it with a knife. His eyes darkened even more as he dropped his gaze below my mouth and into my cleavage. I tightened my arms into my body to push my tits out and he smiled appreciatively before raising his eyes back to my face. "Nice," he said "I so much prefer the real thing." I merely smiled and allowed myself to check his body out. Taut thighs encased in charcoal trousers, pale lilac shirt outlining a muscular chest. This guy was fit as well as good looking. Too damned sexy, he was pretty much my perfect man. "Where have you been all my life?" I asked ruefully, not really expecting an answer. "Waiting for you?" he quipped to my surprise. Our little tête-à-tête was rudely interrupted when miss blonde returned enveloped in a cloud of Poison. Pity it wasn't the real thing, I thought crossly. Unfortunately, Mike also appeared a minute later, conversation evidently finished to his satisfaction. He had a grin of the cat that'd eaten all of the cream. "Done deal!" he chortled happily, gesturing impatiently for the waiter. "Bottle of champagne my man - I have some celebrating to do!" The waiter nodded cheerily and sidled off to hunt for the most expensive bottle he could find. Dark hair man stood up and disappeared off in the direction of the gents and I could see my window of opportunity disappearing fast as Mike launched into a lengthy monologue about the deal he had just struck. I looked over at miss blonde who was filing her nails and texting someone on her pink mobile. Clearly she wasn't missing dark haired man all that much. Maybe she could do without him for a bit longer? I made a split second decision and jumped up from the table muttering something vague about lipstick. Mike barely had time to register that fact I was leaving before I dashed through the door in the direction of the toilets. My timing was impeccable; dark haired man was just coming out of the gents. He smiled as he saw me and stopped. "Erm I think the ladies is that way!" he pointed down the corridor helpfully. I took a step closer to him. "I know..." I replied coolly, "but I just fancied a change of scenery." I took a chance and stepped forward, grasping his face in my hands before kissing him passionately. For a moment he froze in surprise. Then he kissed me back, the intensity of his response literally taking my breath away. We parted eventually, panting hard. "Dessert was taking too damn long to arrive so I thought I would have you instead!" I said shakily. "And what do I get?" "Anything you want..." I answered provocatively. The smile faded as he read my mind. Grabbing my hand he said hurriedly, "This way, we don't have long!" He led me towards a door on the left with 'staff only' on a small plaque. Inside was dark and it smelt of lemon and bleach, a slightly nauseous combination, but I was prepared to overlook such things when in the company of my dream man. The door shut behind us and he pulled me into his arms. "Do you come here often?" I whispered irreverently. "Not this particular cupboard, no," he replied huskily. Conversation faltered when I kissed him, my tongue delving into his mouth and exploring his taste. He was deliciously intoxicating. The feel of him, pressed up hard against me in the darkness was highly erotic. All thoughts of Mike were long gone and the only person I was thinking of right now was this man. His mouth welded to mine as he ran a hand up my thigh and reached the top of my stocking. A muffled sigh of pleasure at this discovery told me he liked my dress sense. The other hand cupped my breast and I groaned out loud at the caress. He pulled my dress down and lifted my breasts out of the silky bra cups, bending to suck my nipples, nibbling on them gently and I moaned, too lost in the moment to care about the possibility of being overheard. Reaching down, I could feel his hard cock throbbing urgently against my hand and I responded by squeezing him gently. "It's not too late to stop this you know," he said softly, breaking away from me for a torturous few seconds. "Who are you kidding?" I gasped when he picked that exact moment to slide two fingers inside my panties and delve into my aching wet pussy. I bore down on his hand and he finger fucked me slowly, the juices dripping down my thighs as I felt the heat rising. Abruptly he dropped to his knees, knocking a bucket over in the process and causing a clatter. The craziness of the scenario suddenly struck me and I began to giggle helplessly, but amusement quickly turned into desire when he parted my thighs and buried his face between them. A nimble tongue encircled my swollen clit, two fingers opened up my labia and I nearly sat down on his face as exquisite pleasure overtook me. He sucked and licked, exploring my sex with his tongue and I shook in arousal, my thighs trembling before my orgasm hit me hard. My pussy rippled with contractions and I could feel the fluid trickling down my thighs as the after shocks slowly faded away. I struggled to return to the here and now, my body purring pleasurably. Standing up, he kissed me, his cock pressing into my belly urgently. After the intense pleasure he had just given me, I would be cruel not to return the favour and I unzipped his trousers to release his erection. It was long, thick and very hard, and my pussy flooded with renewed arousal at the thought of him inside me. I couldn't see much, but I knelt down to taste him, taking the head of his cock inside my mouth. I could feel the tension in him as I swirled my tongue around, teasing him. Regretfully I stood up again; I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of being fucked by such a beautiful cock. Space was virtually non existent so I carefully turned round and bent over slightly. Reaching behind, I took hold of his cock, guiding him towards the entrance of my pussy. He groaned softly as he nudged inside me partially and I shuddered in renewed pleasure. Carefully he slid deeper until I was full to the brim and I couldn't move. This was heaven on earth and even the sound of people talking in the corridor outside barely registered on my radar. He reached round and cupped a breast with one hand, fingering my nipple as he took my hip with the other hand and thrust, fucking me slowly at first, then harder; balls slapping against my bottom as he took his pleasure from me. I reached down to touch my clit, rubbing furiously, and it took no more than a moment or two to climax again, this orgasm even more intense than the first. For a moment I thought I had blacked out, then I heard him groaning as he came too, hot spunk firing deep inside me. We collapsed against the shelf, sweaty and dishevelled, clothing awry. Slowly our breathing returned to normal and I became aware exactly now much time had passed. "I'm really hungry now," dark haired man commented lightly as we pulled our clothes together in the cramped space and I giggled. "Think we may have missed dessert!" "Really?" he said, "I thought I'd just had that..." Carefully we emerged from the cupboard eliciting a startled look from an elderly lady who happened to be passing. I peeked through the glass door into the restaurant. Mike and miss blonde were sat together, sipping champagne, apparently engrossed in each others company. They hadn't even noticed we were missing. It seemed only polite to leave them alone - it was probably the start of a beautiful relationship. Luckily the restaurant had a back entrance and a taxi was idling outside. "I don't even know your name!" I said as we jumped into the back, laughing like a pair of teenagers. "You soon will," dark haired man promised with a naughty grin as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. "Where shall we go now, my cupboard or yours?" Dessert In Our Room Hand in hand we make our way from the restaurant to the cab. No words are spoken – we just smile at each other as the memory of the evening remains fresh in our minds. You look wonderful in your Ronni Nichole dress and I am dying to get out of my suit jacket! The tropical sky is dark with bulging rainclouds and the humidity is heavy in the air - a perfect night for two lovers celebrating an incredible first date to return indoors. My arm is around you and your shoulder is buried into my chest. Together, we enjoy the sights and sounds of this tropical isle as it prepares for an evening shower. At our destination, a key turns a lock and a door opens wide. The cool air inside is a sharp contrast to the warmth we've experienced and we both quickly retreat inside. Three steps away from the heat and the door closes. The moment is right for an embrace and a kiss – but there is a bag in my hand. A bag with goodies designed to make the evening's first kiss more memorable. But passion overpowers me and I take my free arm and scoop it around your waist. You respond by turning toward me with a smile and an arm over my neck. "Thank you" I say. And I bend over to kiss you. "You're welcome", you reply. And you kiss me again. This simple act has me reveling in your scent, feel and warmth. Your easy caresses and gentle touches electrify my entire body. But we both come crashing back to realty when I smack your bottom with my bag! Yes, I forgot that I was holding the goodies and I whacked your booty with it as I tried to put my other arm around you! Laughing, we pull apart and promise to meet soon once all the preparations have been made. A gold box is untied. A golden bottle is popped. Candles are positioned. A fire is lit. Room is made and a thick yet soft blanket is placed on the floor. Shoes are lost and small trays are gathered. You and I make ourselves comfortable. I pour each of us a glass of bubbly and we take a minute to enjoy. The blanket looks inviting and I recline on my side. You find yourself scooting a bit nearer and as you do so you offer to select a piece of candy for me. Without looking, you pluck a gem from the box and place it on my tongue. I don't take it all in at once. Rather, I nibble off a bite. A small string of liquid yum finds its way to my chin and you quickly collect it with your finger and offer it to me. I can't help but to look into your eyes as my tongue engulfs your fingertip. I circle you twice before asking you to feed me another. Several pieces later, our glasses are empty and the fire is working its magic. I rise to refill our glasses and as I search for the bottle, I notice that the fire and candles are putting on a flickering light show across the entire ceiling. When I return, I find that you are sitting at your side facing the fire. I quietly come up from behind and offer you your glass. There's a piece of chocolate in your hand and when you offer it you me I suggest that I feed it to you. With a grin, you instruct me to place it in my palm. As I do so, you cup my hand in yours and lower yourself to remove the candy with your lips. In one very long and very erotic motion, you consume the caramel and stoke my fingers with your tongue. We are at an angle, but I rise to my knees and after setting my glass down I have no other choice but to kiss. I move down and you move forward. Our lips meet and our arms reach for an embrace. I kiss you, lingering and slow, with my tongue dancing gently in your mouth. You let out a sigh, and I caress your neck and ears with my fingers. I touch your hair and trace the lines of your face. Our embrace was meant for lingering, soft kisses, and you returned my touch wherever you could reach. My skin erupts in millions of goose bumps as your hands find my waist, shoulders and sides. Desiring more, I find your hair irresistible and catch myself running my hand from the nape of your neck to that little spot just behind your ear – collecting soft tuffs between my fingers as I move. But there is something else that requires my attention... With your locks between my fingers, I gently pull your lips away from mine, turning your head to the side as I do so. You lips are immensely kissable but I have a weak spot for something else that you posses... The candlelight accents your profile as I maneuver to brush the outer reaches of your ear with my nose. Not intent on pausing, my lips find that most sensitive spot where your hair ends and the skin of your neck begins. With mouth open, I brush your skin with the tip of my tongue then collapse on the spot with a wet kiss. I pause as take in the clean yet earthy taste of your skin and the intoxicating scent of your perfume. You know I love your neck... and you know I love to kiss it... and you know I love to kiss it while inhaling a dream full of Addict coming off your warming skin... My tongue flicks and my lips kiss - over and over as I travel further down... The collar of your dress top and the underlying bra strap are obstacles but they do not slow me... I clutch both in my hand and softly pull them a few inches further down the natural curve of your shoulder. With room for at least three more kisses, I enjoy you a bit more before moving on. I run my fingernails along the tendons below your ears and you moan softly at the feel of it. You offer me more of your shoulder and I eagerly kiss it as well. I hear you moan louder and feel your back arch toward me I am becoming excited. My hand finds itself running along your waist - making a path toward your breast... Our open mouths are locked in a very wet kiss and I can sense that your breathing is becoming shallower and more rapid the further my hand runs along your side. My heart is pounding now. My response mirrors yours – quicker – shorter breaths– gaining speed. We are reveling in the excitement that comes with renewed sexual adventure. Moving forward, my hand feels the rise of your ribs. We sense each other's change and in the recesses of our minds we are reminded that what we are beginning to experience is passion, the real passion that is born out of affection, desire, trust, and yes, lust. Your heart is racing so fast you need more air. You pull away from my lips and as you do so, you flick your hair back and stare at me with eyes wide open. You take in a huge breath through your mouth, your lips wet, your cheeks flushed. As you inhale, your chest heaves displaying your breast before me. It's a sight to behold and I must act upon it. I raise my hand and place my full palm on the underside of your right breast. I feel the underwire beneath the texture of your dress and as I gently wrap my fingers around the bulge of your flesh I am careful not to come too close to your nipple. As I do so, I stare into your eyes – perhaps I am looking for a reaction. What I see is you slowing closing your eyes and releasing a very sweet moan. I take this moment to squeeze you slightly, my fingertips coming close but still not touching your most sensitive area. You pull me forward with the arm you have wrapped around my neck and you rise to kiss me. You kiss me hard because this is a love kiss, a kiss made with pressed lips, swirling tongues, and an unspoken message to do more with the one you have chosen to share your life with. As our mouths move in unison I release my grip on your breast. You utter a moan of dissatisfaction, you enjoy my touch and you desire more. But we release our kiss. You lean back and support yourself with one arm. I watch as I see you run several fingertips over your lips. They are wet, wet with the remains of a heavy kiss and you tease me as you trace the moisture in circles around your mouth. I find myself in awe as I continue to watch as you place two fingers in your mouth and begin to suck. I lean into you and take hold of your arm. Pulling your fingers from your mouth, I position my hand underneath your palm. "Take hold of the top of my hand", I say to you. Without a word you place your palm on top of my hand and slip your fingers between mine. Hands now as one, I place my index finger on your chin and slowly trace a line down the curve of your jaw and along the drop of your neck. My journey continues as I reach the collar of your top. You're breathing hard again as I spread my fingers and place my entire palm over the center of your breast. I feel your firmness again... and notice that something underneath is responding to my touch. I flex my fingers in a motion that brings all five fingertips to meet around your very erect nipple. Your fingers, still intertwined with mine, join the fray and collapse on your swelling point as well. Two soft squeezes later, you can't take the intensity any more. With a motion designed to waste no time, you pull my hand off your left nipple and press it against your more sensitive breast. "You know I like it when you play with me here..." you whisper. "With pleasure..." I reply. Seconds of touching later I find that I want more. "Stand with me..." I ask. Again, without a word you look at me with a smile. I rise first and with our hand still joined, I pull you up off the floor. "Turn around for me..." I say. "But of course..." you reply. And as our hands separate, you, in a motion to be remembered for ages, turn and ever so gently bend just a bit so as to brush your bottom against my growing member. Your touch comes as a surprise and I take in a rush of air. Happy with my response, you offer a little "hmmmmm" as a sign of approval. With your back toward me, I know exactly what I want to do next. I place my right arm around your waist and I reach for your shoulder with my left. You respond by cradling my right arm with both of yours and slowly settling yourself into me. What I sense first is the sound of your black and white dress fabric glancing across the rise in front of my suit trousers. It's a quiet, almost rush like sound, but it complements the rhythm of our breaths. Our bodies meld together – as close as can be – separated only by sheer fabrics and tight garments. Your shoulders and back rest firmly into my chest as my erection, now more pronounced than ever, finds a home in the cleft of your bottom. To welcome the move, you lift your rear to greet my sex - and I respond by pulling you into me – flexing my hips as I squeeze you tighter. Your heels, your drop dead gorgeous black pumps, elevate you so your bottom perfectly fits into the small of my crotch. You want to excite me further so you tease me by moving your hips in tiny circles. This attention unlocks yet another urge on my part... My hand, grasping your shoulder, now moves to find the guardian of your dress... your zipper. With a stroke of luck, I find the little black soldier and carefully lower it just a few inches. I am enjoying the thrill of our foreplay and want to extend the pleasure as long as possible. With the collar of your sexy evening dress relaxed, I glide my hand along the exposed skin of your upper back. In one fluid motion, I run my palm up your neck and along the curve of your scalp. Once again, I delight in feeling the texture of your mane as it collects between my fingers. You bend your head to the side as I watch your locks fall from their temporary perch. Hand now unoccupied, I move to expose more of your body by nudging your loosened dress top a bit down your left arm. I follow by cupping my index finger over the strap of your black bra. It's not a lose fit - from my vantage point I can see your breasts and know from experience that they are ample, immensely touchable, and very responsive. Not to be distracted by the view, I pull your strap to the side. I open my mouth and place it over the ball of your shoulder and gently take a bite of you. A little nibble, nothing more, followed by a lick and a suck. I want to feel the texture of your skin in my mouth and taste the hint of salt that accompanies your body in the evening. Up until this point I am managing a bit of self control. But when you take my right hand, the hand I have around your waist, and guide it toward your tummy things begin to happen instinctively. My attention is no longer on your shoulder – rather, I am now absorbed by the feel of your dress fabric beneath my outstretched palm. As you move my hand I cannot discern any panty line at all... you are willing me to please you. Things are happening without any premeditation... My left arm, once on your shoulder now finds its way between your arm and your dress. Within seconds, I am touching your breast again – cupping it from the bottom and lifting it as I draw you between my fingers and thumb. Bellow, my path beyond your waist has not been slowed. I send a shudder through your body as I pick up speed. My intent becomes clear and you hold your breath in anticipation. But my hand leaves you... You twitch your head in wonderment. Questions want to be asked but words are not uttered. A million thoughts are going through your mind – wanting to know why I stopped... In seconds you will have your answer. My hand is looking for something and soon it is rewarded. I clutch the hem of your dress. I gather it up and dive underneath. Wanting to touch more of you, I find the flank of your lower thigh and slowly – ever so slowly – run my entire hand, fingers spread, up the smooth muscles of your leg and angle my approach inward toward the line of your black panties. My thumb feels the texture of the thin lace first and I take a minute to let each of my fingers explore the border which is rich with design. I follow the path of the lace up toward your hip then back down again. I flatten my hand against the main fabric of your sexy garment and you respond with an involuntary flex of your tummy. You're smashing your bottom against me now and I know that my teasing is becoming more of a torture... In one orchestrated move, I clutch your breast – and collect your nipple with my left hand and dive firmly between your legs with my right. Your nipple is rock hard. Your panties are steamy wet. I hold all of you in my right hand. I feel your moistness and the heat. I hear you moan loudly. I feel my erection press even harder into you. The ring finger of my right hand senses that it is positioned perfectly between your lips. Even with panty fabric between us I can make out the familiar lines of your sex and feel the tiny rise of your clitoris. My touch has initiated automatic responses from you. Your hips are now making small gyrations and your legs widen. Your knees bend and I find that your hand is now resting on my arm – as if to make sure my hand doesn't leave until the mission is accomplished. I begin to move my finger in the valley between your lips – pausing with each stroke to make a circle around, and over, your clitoris. Slowly at first, then gaining speed, I notice that your hips are moving in tune with my motions. I slide my erection between your cheeks, I continue to stroke you, as I play with your nipple. I begin to whisper sexy things into your ear... "Do you feel me?" "You're making me very hard" "I want to please you..." "I want to please you with my hands..." "I want to please you with my mouth..." "I want to please you with my cock..." "I want to hear you cum..." At the utterance of my last sentence, I increase my rhythm and feel you release even more wetness. Each breath of yours contains a moan. We are grinding, pulsing, moving – only as lovers do when release is imminent... You are now grabbing my hand and moving it faster. You are close, very close and I sense you are beyond the point of no return. In a flick on an instant, I take one long stroke between your legs and move to the top of your panty line. With my entire hand soaked with your charm, I plunge it beneath your panties, along the tuff of your mound and between your lips once again. I return to stroking you but now my middle fingers are finding no obstacles to the entrance of paradise. My strokes begin above your clitoris and end with me inside you. Up and down I go... over and over... still whispering, squeezing, and pushing... With a violent shake, you crush my hand against yourself and let out a scream. You are cumming, you are cumming hard. You bend forward and your knees buckle. I am holding you by your chest and am practically supporting you with my fingers still inside of you. Your breath is chaotic and your left arm is searching for me. You are in the midst of a powerful orgasm... your body cannot be distracted. I stop my movement and I release my hold on your nipple. You lose control...You twitch and flex. You release... Your climax is beginning to subside now... but when you twitch once again and I brush against your clitoris you respond with another violent reflex... your orgasm had made you too sensitive to be touched... at least for the next few seconds... You need to rest since you are momentarily drained. I lower you back onto the blanket and we sit facing each other. I kiss your forehead and then your nose. You are still breathing hard... and we smile at each other. No words are spoken. Now is the time to quench our thirsts and regain a bit of strength. Your recovery is almost complete after a half a glass of bubbly and a twinkle in your eye tells me that my turn is next... You rise, leaving me on the floor. I watch as your arms disappear behind your back... I hear the balance of your zipper being lowered... I see a black and white dress fall to the floor... The light of the fire makes your now exposed skin glow a hungry orange. You step out of the newly created mound of evening attire and make one lazy complete turn... showing me how you have fashioned yourself with lingerie meant for me to see. Perhaps on purpose, I notice you run a finger over the collection of wetness between your legs... the remains of your first encounter with my hand. My eyes are everywhere on you..., your breasts, your legs, your hands, your mouth, your eyes I'm taking in every bit of you. Your body appears fluid as you complete your turn. Your head follows your body but only just. You dip your head and peer at me from behind the hair I have lusted after for years. You raise your moist finger to your mouth. I see you trace yourself over your lips before saying, "Trey, would you unzip your pants for me..." "Yes I will", I reply. I adjust myself so I can tackle this chore with both hands. As I reach for my guardian, I notice that my pre cum has made a large circle on the left side of my lap. You notice it too and say, "Awww, was that meant for me?" "There is more for you", I answer. I pull my zipper down. I release myself. I'm hard and I am wet. The touch of my hand is welcome relief but I desire the attention of another... You notice my dilemma. Little do I know of the plans you have in store for me next... "Come closer", I say. You take two steps toward me. I can smell you now and you are running your hands over your belly and along the lines of your hips. Your knee is slightly bent and you are opening yourself to me. "Come even closer", I whisper. Again, you respond with another step. I sit up and take hold of your sides. You are to my right but I reign your body to my left. You have to step over my extended legs and you do so very slowly. You think I want you on top of me... I do... but not yet. You begin to lower yourself but I stop you with my arms. My hands are still on your sides and I push your torso higher until my face is even with your panties. Inches away from you, I reach for and clutch your panty lace with my teeth. The touch of my skin against yours causes you to quiver... but soon you are distracted by the feel of my hands migrating around your hips and onto your ass. Dessert In Our Room Delicately, I reach inside the lace border of your undergarment and slowly pull it over and down the rise of your rear and the natural swell of your hips. My mouth contributes until it can lower no further. I look up at your face... your eyes are closed and your hands are coming toward my head. As if on instinct, you want me nearer to you... and you are making sure your wants are satisfied. I smell you even more now. I also see your response to my attention glisten in the firelight. You share more of yourself as you spread your legs to step out of your little black friend. With my hands now on the floor, no longer occupied with lingerie, I place a palm on each of your ankles and raise them ever so slowly up and along the curves of your legs. As I do this, I find that my breath is reaching your mound. Your perfectly manicured heather is inviting me to kiss... My mouth takes you in as my hands reach the crease of your bottom. My efforts are rewarded with a very soft moan. Wanting more, I pull you even closer. This requires another little step on your part and once completed, I now can explore. My head is tilted to better fit the contour of your body. My nose is taking in the scent of your mound and my chin is becoming wet with the gifts of your sex. I tease you by rubbing my face against your lips... My tongue begins its' search for your clit. I begin to lick you... starting deep between your legs, I drag my tongue between your lips until I find your void. I penetrate you as far as I can reach. Flicking and swirling my tongue touches all it can. To add to your pleasure, I begin to move my head in small circles... pressing it harder into you with each revolution. I'm drenched in you now. You are sharing every bit of yourself and I can feel it flow into my mouth and down my cheeks. There is so much of you that I have to swallow... and I do. I open my mouth even wider and seek out your clit. It's swollen and not hard to find. My tongue flicks your pearl as it swells between the folds of your lips... I want to nibble it... suck it... take it into my mouth. And I do... I draw every bit of you into my mouth and massage you with strong pulses from my lips and tongue. Over and over I go... repeating drawing you in and pinching you out. You are leaning into me now... I can feel you lower yourself, just a bit, as your desire to complete this task overwhelms your sense of position. Grinding my face into your pussy, I hear you breathe harder... The sensation of me sucking, licking and probing your entire pussy has you moaning... Your hands grip the back of my head pulling me even deeper within you. You have found a rhythm of mine that you like and you want to keep it going... At the approach of your climax, I withdraw one hand from your ass and slide it between your legs. Timing my approach to find you at the exact moment, I reach up and enter your pussy with two fingers... I feel you respond with a deep breath... you are so wet there is no resistance and I am moving my digits inside and out of you – timing each with my sucking. This is it... you are overwhelmed with stimulation and you convulse as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your knees buckle and you begin to lean over my head and shoulders. You're still cuming as you release yourself from me and collapse onto the floor by my side. Aftershocks and afterglow... your eyes begin to open but your hand is gently stroking your clit... you want to come down from your high very slowly... "Oh God..." you moan. I just smile. I admire your body and visually tour the places that I have touched, tasted and explored. "You're all wet...", you say in your ever so sexy bedroom voice. "Your fault...", I reply with a grin. Your hand reaches for my erection and you notice how soaked I have become too. "It's my turn, beautiful..." I state. You smile... I rise from my position and stand before you. You beat me to my belt buckle and with three swift movements, my belt is loose and my clasp is free. My pants take their turn falling to the floor and I take a few seconds to unbound myself from my trousers, socks and shoes. Feeling awkward just half naked before you, I start to unbutton my shirt but the touch of your hand on my stomach results in me ripping my shirt – popping buttons as my arms force myself free. You rise from your position too... only you stop at your knees. I see your arms disappear once again. You expertly remove your large breasts from their perch and tease my bulge with your bra before throwing it aside. I marvel at the site before me... your breasts command my attention and I study them with lust. You see me stare and give each orb a small rub to entice your points. But you have other things on your mind... Both of your arms are exploring my chest as you lean into me. Your eyes are locked on mine and I feel the erect nipples of your breasts touch my thighs – which you know I crave. Raising yourself even higher, you take a breast in each hand and engulf my cock in your cleavage. Never breaking your gaze, you raise and lower your breasts stroking me as you do. My pre cum is flowing freely making this ride very smooth. I start to move with you... I'm all but humping your chest... My arms don't know where to go so I fondle your hair. As I do, you release my throbbing member from your clutch and take me in your hands. Moving in unison, your right hand slowly strokes my hardness while your left cups and massages my balls. To heighten my excitement, you raise your nipple to the tip of my cock and circle a trail of my wetness around your nipple. Twice, each breast gets this attention but then you lower your head and extend your tongue. I feel your breath against my shaft... then I feel your mouth draw in one of my balls. The gentleness of your approach combined with the push of your lips releases even more of me... You repeat this with the other... your hand never separating itself from my swollen pride. Words that I am saying in my mind now escape.. "Oh my God..." I repeat... over and over... You release me and raise your head upward. You paint your face with my member - running it along the bridge of your nose, along the lines of your cheeks, and under your chin. You remove your teeth... Then finally, you draw all of me into your mouth. First, you circle the top of my cock with your tongue as you bob your head in small thrusts. I am delirious with pleasure now that the teasing is over. Next, you continue to circle my head but you begin to move faster. Your tongue is moving faster... your head bobs faster, too. Now, you begin to include little turns of your head into the mix. My cock can feel every inch of your mouth... no area goes without stimulation. Even faster you pump me... my balls get some attention too as you rock and squeeze them in motion with your movements. Your eyes never leave mine. I feel it deep between my legs... that final push of passion and excitement that warns me of an unstoppable event. I want to grab your head... to go faster, reach more of you... but I stop myself... I want you to please me... I utter a moan... I say to you, "You're going to make me cum..." You're too busy to respond. You are pumping, slurping, sucking, swirling, squeezing... I can't hold it... it's beyond control... "Here I cum..." I scream... I release myself into your mouth. Twice I pulse before you remove me and stroke my still jerking member. Again I release, and again... I am bathing your breasts and neck with cum. Again, I release... and again... weaker now... again... twitching now... and again... less... even less... You take me back into your mouth and I convulse in a wave of pleasure and pain. You suck me... long and hard... coaxing every last bit of me out. I am released after my swelling begins to subside... I open my eyes and I see your face. I see the mouth that gave me so much pleasure... I see my release, my cum... on your lips, your neck, and your chest. I bend over and kiss your mouth. I kiss you deeply... Your hands return to my member... there's more in store for both of us tonight... I return upright. I taste you, and myself, on my lips. You're eyes are locked on mine. I can see them in the remaining soft light of the room. I also see glints of yellow, orange and white bouncing off my gift to you... The dribble you left on my shaft and head provide the lubrication needed for your palm to glide over my member. "I knew you would taste good...", I hear you say with all the wonderful attitude I've grown to admire from you. All I can do is smile. The sight below me must be etched into my memory for ever. Your strokes are becoming longer and you're pressing against me harder. You want me hard... there's much more to accomplish tonight. "Babe, tell me a fantasy of yours..." you say. "Tell me what you want to do to me..." Silence... my mind is pouring over possibilities. "Tell me... I want to know... I want to please you..." I hear from you before I begin. You're still stroking me. "Woman, I want to find you with thigh highs, heels and no panties draped in a black dress" "I have those..." "You look and smell incredible..." "Hmmmm, I can do that..." "We are at a black tie party... a snob affair. The guys are drinking scotch and the women are sipping wine." There's no response since you're mouthing me again. "You enter the large living room of our host and every eye, man and woman, watches you cross the floor." I'm growing hard again thanks to your skill with your mouth. "I know the house and there's an office down the hall... I meet you at the bar and whisper a small invitation into your ear. I'm out of your mouth now. You're stroking my stiff shaft and listening intently to my story. "Separately, we make our way through the crowd. I get delayed and bullshit my way past a boring conversation about neighborhood gossip. I reach the office door, check over my shoulder, and quietly enter." I bend over and coax you to your feet with my arms. "You've reached the office before me and I see that you have your drink in your hand. I spy a chair in the corner, an antique chair with no arms... just a decorative wooden back." I take your hand in mine. The tip of my cock is touching your tummy. "The only light in the office is coming from the party outside and a small table lamp on the main desk. I stare at the chair, and knowing me as you do, you know what I desire." I give you a small kiss... I don't want to interrupt my story. "I walk to the chair and place my drink on the small table next to it. I turn, face you and watch you glide toward me. You lower your drink and tease my crotch with it as our lips meet." I pivot you around... my cock tracing an line of pre-cum around your waist. "I sit in the chair." I nudge you ahead... we are slowly walking forward. "You bend forward and rub my crotch with the bottom of your glass. I hear the ice clink as I feel the cool of the condensation soak the head of my swollen cock. I see you smile and am privy to a view of your full cleavage." We walk a few more steps forward. "You place your glass on the table next to mine. As you do so I unzip my pants. You tell me that that's your job so I allow you to finish me... You take your small and delicate hands and expertly undo my belt, lower my zipper and remove my wet cock from within. I am fully erect as you pat my clothes down around the bottom of my shaft." We arrive at the arm of the large sofa in the living room. "I straighten my back and flex my pelvis. You swing your leg over my lap and suspend yourself over me. I reach down and raise the hem of your black dress. Your hands are busy gently pulling your black panties over to the side." The arm of the sofa is the perfect height. We reach it and your arms go before you. I place my hand on the small of your neck and let my fingers trace lines over your back as you bend over. "I feel a drop of your sex land on me just before you place your clit on the tip of my cock. For just a minute you press yourself in and around your swollen pearl. My hands are exploring the fabric covering your breasts." I admire the view of your ass... I ask you to spread your legs a bit further apart and you do so. "I search for your nipples and squeeze them as you lower yourself onto me. The only thing more thrilling of feeling your kitty engulf me is the tension I feel in your inner thighs. Your wetness makes entering you easy. You sit on me and we kiss... I wrap my arms around your waist" I lick my fingers and search for your slit. I find that no extra lubrication is needed. You are very wet. I comment on this and you tell me it's my fault. I continue with my fantasy. "You move, slowly, up and down my shaft. I lick my thumb and place it just below your clit. Each stroke now has added pleasure. You begin to moan in time with your moves. I begin to flex as well." I bend my knees... you're a foot shorter than I am. I take my cock in my hand and place the head immediately next to your ass. "You grab the back of the chair as your rhythm increases. I'm holding on to your waist pushing you up and pulling you down. I hear your string of pearls begin to sing as they bounce off your chest." I feel you tense as I place my cock near your ass. This is just a tease as I lower my head toward your kitty. I find wetness and spend a few seconds moistening my member. "We are moving faster now... we are breathing faster... I hear the chair creak and feel you mash yourself into me. Your forehead is pressing against mine. I feel your clit swell even further." With shallow breaths you ask me if I can fuck you but continue the story. I tell you that I can. "You change your moves. You sit on me, hard, and begin to grind yourself all over and around my cock. I lower my hands to your ass and corral your squirms. Your moans grow louder. I feel the first twinges deep inside me." You raise your ass and arch your back. You turn your head and look at me just as I push my cock into your velvet void. I see your eyes close as my pelvis reaches your lips. I have entered you completely. "Only one hand on the back of the chair now as you grab my collar and pull me in for a hard kiss. It's a hard, short one... we must breath... We stare into each other's eyes and I take control of your movements." My heart is pounding and it's hard to breath and talk. I grip the tops of your shoulders and start sliding in and out of you. I want to start slowly but my story has me charged. I start fast and my balls are slapping you in response. I have to use smaller sentences now... "You quit grinding and move up and down again... hard and fast this time. One constant moan comes from your mouth. I feel my wave start to build. You tell me that you are about to cum. I flex harder. I try to concentrate on you but I'm beyond stopping myself. We are slapping. We are both soaking wet. Your head arches back. You cum and I hear you. You crest and yell. This does it for me. I feel the electricity flow from my head to my balls to my insides." I'm breathing hard and so are you. I have to finish my story but I don't know if you're paying attention since you say, "ooohhh" each time I push myself into you. "You're cumming and each wave makes you cry out. I hear this and things happen. My balls electrify. My pelvis cinches. I explode. I explode once. Twice. Three times. Four. You keep moving... milking every drop out of me as you come down off your high. I feel myself join the wetness of our love. I smell sex. I taste sweat when I kiss your neck." I'm talking and I feel everything I mention. I'm moving fast now... fucking you from behind. I'm pounding you so hard I see your hair move with each heave. I look at my cock, even in this light, glistening as it appears and disappears inside you. I spy your large breasts when I peek over your torso. I move my hold to your waist. I angle my cock downward and you moan. I move faster now that I've found your spot. I take my thumb and press it against your ass. Using the rhythm of my fucking, I use each buck of your torso to push my digit a few millimeters deeper inside. Watching this tenses my insides and my balls begin to twitch. You lift your head as you feel the pressure. Not knowing what your reaction is I continue... Firmer I press and harder I ride you. With half an inch of my thumb inside you I push harder and see it disappear... I feel your ass squeeze me in response and it begins... Your moan lasted as long as your orgasm did. Your knees quivered and your body convulsed again and again. Your pleasure waves blurred into one and the fabric of the sofa pressing on the very edge of your sheath, and my constant pumping, made this orgasm almost painful... Almost. I need more. I remove my thumb and you reply with a cry. I tell you to stand up a bit and you do. I reach around and grasp each breast. I flex my knees further and thrust upward. I take several deep breaths and accelerate my moves. I found it... my spot - the spot on the underside of my cock just below the head. It's found a home inside you and I'm feeling myself respond. Your hands cover mine and you begin to talk. You tell me to keep going... to keep fucking... to cum for you... to blow my load... to drain my balls... to tap that pussy... I'm sweating but I'm close. You feel my rhythm and join. That's it. Things are going to happen now and there's no stopping it. Just as I described to you in my fantasy, I explode... I explode inside you. I keep moving and I keep cumming. The feeling is intense, the friction perfect. I know what you're doing... Your fingers are touching your labia and lips. You're pressing them against my shaft. My eyes are shut and my mouth is buried into your shoulder... I slow my movements and feel myself flow around me. You bend over and cup my balls. "God, you needed to cum again... didn't you?" you say. I can't say a word... Breathless I begin to kiss your back.... Dessert in the Rose Garden We spend the evening sitting outside in the cool breeze of early fall. The embers in the grill are barely there, just faintly glowing and the kids hover close to it, pretending to be cold. After dinner, we pulled out the good face paints, the ones I save for festivals and conferences. They are oil based crayons, really, and when they've been dipped in a little water, create the most beautiful pictures on skin. Joseph asked for a fire-breathing dragon across his little tiny arm. Laura wanted a horse galloping across her cheek. And Emily, oh sweet Emily... Emily wanted to be painted into a tiger. She has been walking around rubbing her head against us and purring ever since. Finally it's time to herd the children inside and I supervise washing the paint off before bed ("But Mama, if you wash it off now, I can't turn into a real tiger in the night!") while you stack the dishes and get them out of the way. The kids all pile into the trundle beds while we each read a story to them. Emily is snuggled against you and Joseph against me while Laura lays sprawled out by our feet. The scene before us is so picturesque, it doesn't seem like it could possibly be real. Stories finished, sheets pulled up and lights out, we deliver a round of good night kisses and on our way out the door, Laura says, "Hey Mom! Kellie didn't get any face paint! Even you got a vine up your arm. What about Kellie?" I laugh at her and say good night one last time, but the truth is she's given me an idea. I tidy up a couple of things in the back of the house and am not at all surprised to find you stretched out across my bed, taking in the breeze when I finally get there. "Hey, Babe. Do me a favor, please? Pull the bedspread and blankets all the way back and take your clothes off. I want to try something." You give me a highly skeptical look and I say, "Please," again before you relent. I walk back out of the room to check on the now sleeping kids and find a couple of things. When I return you are in the exact same position, but naked and just as lovely as ever. You watch me warily as I close my bedroom door and approach the bed. I set up the box of paints, a cup of warm water, a soft cloth and a cuticle stick for touch ups. I sit next to you and look at the canvas of your body, trying to decide where to start. I pick your right foot, and start a winding trail of vines and small flowers up your calf, around your knee and climbing your thigh. It tickles a little, I think, because you giggle every now and then. But I don't rush. Carefully, so carefully, I map out a wild English vine garden over your leg. When I feel OK about it, I stand up to look at it a little more closely. Ah, nice, but only the start of my project. I curl the growth up around your hip and then continue moving it up toward your left shoulder, first drawing the vine and the stems, making sure that the path is good. In some places it twines and in others there is a small sprout of new growth. I circle your left breast with a long stroke of the green paint, making it ready to flower. When I glance up at you before starting the blooms, you are relaxed with your eyes closed and a soft smile on your face. I start at your hip with the same small, delicate flowers that I had drawn on your leg. As I follow the growth across your belly, however, the flowers grow larger, wilder, somehow almost too exotic for the setting I had imagined them in. But your body, my living landscape, is talking to me, telling me what it needs and I can't argue with it. I work for a long time on the flower that is placed just to the inside of your left nipple, attaching it with great care to its stem, shading and filling it. I make it all the way to your shoulder and stand up right here on the bed to look at it. I don't usually like my own work, but you are lovely there, covered with fresh flora, so peaceful you seem almost asleep except for the slight teasing smile playing on your face. I run to grab a hand mirror so you can see it and you look yourself over carefully. I wait with my breath held for you to tell me what you think. You like it, you say. You like it a lot. I sit on the edge of the bed, softly running my fingers over your skin and taking in the scene. You reach for me. "Kiss me," you whisper and I gladly do as you ask. The kiss grows and deepens and soon you're pulling my shirt off me, reaching around to do the one-handed bra trick that you're so fond of. My jeans and panties go next under your skilled hands and then I'm as naked as you are. I kiss you again and again, and soon you pull me on top of you because, you say, you like the weight of me there. I smile happily and revel in the feeling of the slick crayons between us. We are slightly slippery there together and our usual slow grind is somehow even more intoxicating than usual. After several more minutes of kissing and pushing ourselves into each other, you lean up to whisper something in my ear. "Turn around baby. Put your pussy on my face..." I exhale, hard, at your words and the memory of the last time we tried this favorite position of yours. I resolve to stick it out this time. I slowly pick myself up off of you and turn so that my bottom is toward your head. Straddling you seems suddenly to be more than I can do, I feel vulnerable and exposed and not completely comfortable. "Come on, Angel," you encourage me and take hold of my thigh to help me mount you. I take a deep breath, flush hot in my face and force myself to make my move. As I settle down on you, you sigh happily and I delicately open you enough that I can get my tongue onto your clit. My fingers find your opening and you're far more turned on than I would have expected after having to lay so still for my nit-picky art escapade. I bring some of that wonderful wetness up to coat your inner labia and begin to lick you again, softly but in earnest. I'm trying desperately to tune out your skilled tongue on my pussy, but you are too good, too insistent. I decide that the best I can do is to just keep on with my own task for as long as possible and then give myself up to you when I need to. You work me expertly and I do my best to stay focused on your pleasure. You start to moan a little, move under me, but I can't tell if it's from my tongue or the delight you always take when you can tell I'm getting close to my orgasm. I realize that I'm starting to shake under your tongue, growing closer and closer and I manage to get in two or maybe three more flicks with my own tongue before I am lost to it. I ride the wave, covering my mouth to hide my sounds, and the orgasm releases me into bliss. I rest my head on your left thigh for a minute and quickly glance over at the flowers on the other leg. They are smeared a little now and this makes them somehow lovelier than before. After just a moment of recovery, I reposition myself slightly so that I can slide two fingers inside you and get my bearings. It only takes a second before I find the magic spot inside you that makes you go limp and then immediately tense again. You are close after your game with me and I bring you to the edge of your own orgasm fairly quickly. You whisper something to me, something sweet, and grasp my thighs firmly in your hands. I can feel it building through your hands and your pussy and I lean in and tease your clit with my tongue. You bring your cunt up to me, offering me more and I greedily take it. I play you with my fingers and lick the place just under your clit that makes you crazy. You get more and more tense and I know you're right there. Slightly more pressure from me and you are suddenly gushing your sweetness into my hand while pushing yourself into my face. Your body goes tight as a drum for a minute and then relaxes, all at once back into the bed. I pull back from you slowly, resting my fingers for a moment before taking them out and drying them on the sheet. Coming up off you, I look down at both of us, covered in beautiful smears and swirls of face paint and we laugh a little. I lay tucked in next to you and breathe in the combined scents of us under the cool evening breeze. We are still and quiet and the crickets make a little noise outside. We know that we should get up and shower, and we will. But first, this moment is more important so we bask in it together. Dessert Is On Me I. Breakfast Anyone? The juices exploded in her mouth as she sank her teeth into the fresh ripe peach. Lapping up its succulence kept Suzi from noticing the surprise of my gentle unexpected embrace as I walked up from behind. "Looks delicious" I whispered softly as I gave her a kiss on the back of her neck. Her working lips and tongue on the ripe peach gave me a tinge of envy. She had been gazing out the sunny kitchen window, looking deep in thought. She was wearing only an old t-shirt of mine she threw on to sleep in the night before. The morning sun's rays shone through the loose material exposing her petite form. Suzi is a natural, amazingly beautiful young 45 who looks more like she is in her early 30's. She stands 5'3", with shoulder length blond hair, bright blue eyes, a small waist, beautiful round 36DD breasts and a gorgeous never-met-a-stranger knock-out smile that turns heads. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and the now-dripping large round peach for breakfast in the other. Wrapping my arms closely around her waist, I lovingly stepped in close to give her a hug from behind. She laid her head back on my shoulder, smiled and pressed her ass against the wall of my body to reciprocate the hug. "Goooood Morning" she said, responding to the firmness of my growing member against the back of her ass. The corners of her mouth stayed raised, offering a smile of satisfaction as she slowly massaged my muscle, moving her ass in a playful circular motion. "Oooo, that's nice" she said. I moaned with delight and kissed her neck. "Yes it is." I agreed. "Goooood morning to you" She needed little encouragement. The more she moved, the harder I got. Her movement caused her t-shirt to hike up, exposing her bushy mound in front. My hard flesh pushed through my boxers against her soft bare ass. The fabric of the t-shirt was no match for her growing erect nipples. With the half filled cup of coffee in one hand and the ripe peach relentlessly releasing its juices down her arm in the other, her hands were committed. The obligation of her hands didn't slow the choreography of her ass. Holding her cup and peach allowed me the freedom to slide my right hand down to her waiting unprotected bush and the other hand under her shirt to examine the large ripe peaches of her breasts. As I began to caress her body and stimulate her clit, her ass picked up intensity. She moaned, as she rhythmically moved her perfect tool of massage. I felt her getting moist and I became rapturously dizzy as we stood in the fresh warmth of the morning sun. I held our bodies close with my right hand over her warm moist box while inspiring her clit with my fingers. My left hand cupped much of her left breast, assertively rolling the three quarter inch erect nipple that stood begging for attention between my fingers and thumb. "Harder," she whispered growing out of breath. "Oh yes." Her ass responded in kind to the intensity she felt in her moist clit and the workout of her nipple. "Oh yes, give it to me" she said working my member over. "You know how much I love my peaches and cream." The thought melted me. This was a first. I moaned in delight. "Mmm, your favorite," I whispered. The room began to spin from the imminent explosion rising up within me, and the thought of contributing to her breakfast. The growing rush within me and intense swelling of my member convinced me that as juicy as that peach was, it would pale in comparison to the pint of cream on its way to drench it. "Oh baby," I moaned in ecstasy while pulling her dancing ass tighter against me, "fresh cream for your peach is about to be serrrved." "Serve it, baby ... serrrrve it," she begged. Then, without warning whispered "That's it!" as she suddenly pulled away, turned around and looked at me with bounding excitement of a discovery. "That's it!" "What's it?" I asked, stunned as if I had just been left on another planet. "Tonight!" she said excitedly. "I woke up this morning straining to think where I would take you for dinner tonight." "Tonight?" I asked, with my rocket aching and throbbing from what felt like a NASA mission aborted at T minus 2. "This is the anniversary of the first night we met darling; the night of the walk that changed the rest of our lives. I wanted to treat you to dinner to celebrate, you know - something special." "Baby," I offered, "You pick the place - any place - and it is yours. I'll take you anywhere you want to go to celebrate." At this moment I would buy her the restaurant for dinner if it meant we could get back to breakfast! "That's sweet darling" she said with that mischievous glean in her eye. She pulled her t-shirt down over her moist mound, accentuating her nipples still raised in excitement. "Tonight, you take me for dinner" she said with a confident smile, "but dessert is on me." "OK!" I conceded. "So, where do you want to go to eat?" "I'll pick it Lover Boy. I get dinner from you, and you get dessert from me." I could tell her wheels were beginning to turn like they do when she has a plan. "Don't you have a golf game?'' she suddenly inquired. "You need to get out of here." "Tee time is not for an hour and a half. I've become very hungry for breakfast - it is the most important meal of the day," I tried to say convincingly. "Oh no, that might spoil your dinner," my beautiful wife shot back with a smile. She took the peach in her hand and planted it in my mouth. "Go, go, go!" she said urgently. "Go play golf. I'm sure Steve is waiting for you." "Whoa. What's the rush to get me out of the house?" "I have a lot to do. I'll tell you what Tiger" she offered. "Play like a champion" she paused, "because of what's riding on it." "What do you mean?" She stepped forward next to me, took my member in her freed peach juice covered hand and began pumping. Looking up at me in the eyes she assertively whispered "Listen. I want you to go have the best day of golf you have ever had." She tightened her grip as she continued to pump slowly, looking up at me with determination in her beautiful blue eyes. "Take all day playing a full 18. Don't rush. I want you to do well on every hole" she said now squeezing my hardened member with all her strength and pumping faster. "The number of holes you come in under par today will be the number of nights in a row that I will love and suck you dry any way you want." She could feel my member swell, knowing right when it would explode. "Kind of a fewer-strokes-there by you means more-strokes-here for me deal!" Her words and pumping grip were dizzying. "The next two and a half weeks are rlding on your golf game today baby." Fully in control, she masterfully released her grip, denying my aching member a second time. "Aghhh!" I let out. "I'm dying and want you soooo bad." "You better play well then baby and bring the score card back signed by Steve." "Oooo, you ARE good. This is going to mess my game up." "Mmmm, I hope not. I am counting on you. Keep your eye on the ball and follow through sweetheart - and I will too. In the meantime," she continued with a smile, "Remember, dinner's on you, dessert's on me. Be here to pick me up at 7:00 for dinner, but not before. "Mmmm, I'll be here." "Not before, and remember baby, dessert's on me." II. Fore! Play Everything in me wanted to explode. I could see the wheels turning behind her seductive gaze and smile. She gave me the "go with me on this and you will be a very happy man" look as I made my way up the stairs. Past experience with this amazing woman taught me that to allow this concession would lead to a certain and momentous reward later. I conceded and took a cold shower, The brisk water did little to cool my jets from her golf challenge and dinner invitation. My mind raced. With my beginning golf skill, she knew I would be lucky to get one or two holes under par. Fortunately, by chance or luck, her proposal was based on the number of holes under par and not the total score! I began to fantasize what it would mean to play the best game of my life. To birdie half the holes would mean a week and a half of non-stop indulgence. I began to think about her gorgeous tan willing body and concluded that no PGA trophy or title could begin to compare. My imagination jumped to try to grasp what she meant about dessert. What is she planning? My cold shower finished and my aching member remained full, tall, hard, and eager. Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the golf course. I found Steve at the driving range warming up for the game. Steve is a frequent and capable player. He is always generous with golf tips. Although quite good, he doesn't take the game too seriously. After blowing through a small bucket of balls we made our way to the practice putting green. My first putt was uncharacteristically off. The next several followed suit. I smiled. "A bit rusty," I said trying to be convincing. The truth was, I couldn't get the vision and voice of Suzi out of my mind. A shout coming from the direction of the pro shop broke the humbling pause. "Hey Steve!" Both of us turned toward the shop and Steve waved. He introduced Cliff and Tom as two colleagues from work. We decided to create a foursome and released their tee-time. Tom was new to golf, and worried he would slow us down. "What about scramble?," Steve offered. "We can play as two teams, each team using their best ball for each stroke. No one slows anyone down and your score is the team score." "Sounds good," Tom said showing some renewed confidence. "What are the stakes?" "One hundred dollars each sound good?" Cliff asked. "Throw in the 19th hole, and you're on" I added. Smiles and nods all around sealed the deal. It was a gorgeous day for golf. Cliff and Steve carried each team with occasional contributions by Tom and me. With the benefit of scramble, both teams were evenly matched. The afternoon was marked by laughter and strategy. The bet upped the ante, but no one took the game too seriously. As we moved on to the back nine Steve turned and said "Not a bad start, seven under and beating Cliff and Tom by one. The bogie on the fourth hurt," he added, "but hey, six birdies and an eagle." In that moment it dawned on me that his words had more meaning than he realized! Suzi was confident her risky proposal would be a big distraction with only small consequences for her. Never would she have imagined that her sure-thing bet, her bold mischievous tease offer would commit her to an entire week of unrelenting sex after only nine holes. The thought of it made me begin to feel a wood growing in my pants. "Hey Steve, lets see if we can top it on the back nine" I offered with an ulterior motive. The back nine was more challenging for both our teams. Steve's ability allowed us to keep pace. Scores evened up on 13 when we bogeyed against their par. Suspense became high at the final putt after Cliff and Tom easily birdied for a 12 under total score of 60. Steve took the lead with a put that looked like a sure thing. The ball went straight for the hole, circled the cup and rolled out. "Your up," Steve sighed. "No pressure,'' he added, "It all comes down to this putt." As I lined it up, I found myself not distracted by the gentlemen's wager, but on Suzi. I pictured her sun-soaked beautiful form this morning and mischievous seductive smile. Her soft, sexy voice echoed in my mind promising "the number of holes you come in under par today will be the number of nights in a row that I will love and suck you dry any way you want." My resolve and member both secretly became firm. I could still feel the peach juice covered grasp that defined my morning, and somehow inspired her imagination for the evening ahead. The putt went in for the tie and unknown to the other three, secured another rapturous rendezvous with the real life woman of my wet dreams. We decided to keep it a tie, and head to the clubhouse for a round to celebrate. On the way in I asked Steve if I could take the score card to show Suzi. "You know, she is never going to believe this score with my golf game." "That, my friend is the beauty of Scramble," Steve offered. ''It allows the unimaginable to happen.'' I only smiled. Steve gladly endorsed the back, never anticipating what his signature was worth in that moment. After a round of beers I arrived home at five minutes to 7:00, and discovered a note on the door. It instructed me to take a shower and to get dressed in what had been laid out. She ended the note saying she was running a quick errand and would be back in time for us to leave for dinner at 7:30. My mind raced. I couldn't wait to show her the score card. I also wondered what she was up to, what errand she was running, what was up her sleeve. I showered, got dressed and came down the stairs to discover Suzi waiting at the entrance of the living room with jazz playing softly in the background. She already had her coat on, a black leather coat I had never seen before. It went down to her mid-thigh, leaving whatever she might be wearing underneath to the imagination of anyone who would feast on a gaze. Her tan, toned, bare shiny legs led from the leather down to her petite two and a half inch cherry red heels. She is breathtaking and she knows it. "Hey big boy" she said seductively while giving me a peck on the cheek, "how was the golf game?" "Good, very good,'' I said proudly. "Really?" she inquired with genuine and hungry interest. "So how good?" "Mmmm, I look forward to finding out over the next day shy of two weeks." I said proudly. "Sounds like someone was motivated today," she said. "No pudding without the signed proof baby. Let's see the card." "Here you go" I said as I handed her the card with the holes of interest circled. "Best scramble game I have ever played. Count 'em. Proof for a lot of pudding there." "Impressive score" she said as she ran her hand over my crotch. "Much better than I hoped for," she said smiling. "Okay Tiger, I keep my word. Starting tomorrow night, and every night up until two weeks from tonight, I am all yours without reservation" she said slowly. "Anything. Anywhere. As many times and even better as many ways as you want. You call it, you name it, you ask it, and it is - I am - yours. But," she said looking at me in the eyes with seductive resolve, ''tonight is mine. The plans are mine, and most importantly you are mine. Agreed? You are taking me for dinner and dessert is all on me. Are you ready?" III. Dinner is Served Suzi navigated as I drove to the place of her choice. We arrived at the Chez Idylle, a romantic French place on the river at the base of an upscale high rise hotel. Suzi walked over to the coat check before having us escorted to our table. She dropped her shoulders, allowing the leather coat to fall down her back as she gracefully pulled her arms out from it. I gasped as she handed the coat to the clerk. He handed her a claim ticket. He was so distracted by what she was wearing that he never looked her in the eyes. "You always look amazing," I whispered as we made our way to the table, "but you have just redefined the word tonight." She smiled unsurprised by the reaction as conversations stopped and heads turned at every table we passed. Suzi was wearing an elegant red short dress unlike anything I had ever seen. It appeared to wrap around her body rather than it being over her body. The material began under her arms, leaving her tan shoulders bare. It wrapped across her body, barely covering her ample breasts. It continued around her back, over her hips, and one more time to barely cover her ass and mound. Dark tan skin was enjoyed between the wraps. Her tan legs led to her matching red two and a half inch high heels. She knew she had me right where she wanted. I pulled out her chair as we arrived to the 8:00 table for two waiting for us by the window. We enjoyed a two hour leisurely dinner, under the starlit sky. We moved from course to course with wine paired to each. Suzi flirted with me, teasing with her words and the occasional nudge under the table from one of her high heels. "May I interest in you in dessert," our waiter said interrupting the conversation we were enjoying with our eyes. "Not tonight," she said to him without moving her eyes from mine. "We have other plans." The corners of her mouth went up into a seductive smile. We paid the check. Without a word, Suzi got up and began to walk toward the door again with purpose. Her smile and body in that dress captured the attention of the room as she made her way to the coat check room. She handed the clerk the ticket, received her coat and tried to hand him a tip. "No thank you" he said with a broad smile. "You are the most gorgeous vision that I have seen in a long time." She noticed movement and growth in the front of his pants. "What's your name?" she leaned over and asked in a whisper. "John, my name is John" he said stunned she was continuing the conversation. "Listen John, feast your eyes. Do you remember the sound of a voice as well as you remember a vision?" "Pretty well," he stammered. "I am going upstairs," she explained. "I am going up there to see how many times and how many ways I can empty my husband of every drop of cum in his body. How does that sound to you John?" she asked teasingly. "He is the luckiest guy I have ever seen," John said. "John," she paused looking at his alert groin. "If I were to climb back there and let you unwrap this dress from my hot, tan body, how many ways do you think I could make you cum?" "Oh God, I don't know" he whimpered, "you are about to make me cum now just talking to me." "John," she answered, "I just met you and I know exactly how many times I would make you explode in orgasm." "How many?" he asked curiously, moving his feet around trying to contain himself. "One more time, John," she said. "I would say – and remember my voice and what I am about to say John when you are fucking yourself tonight – I want you one more time John." Warm jism spurted from his hard dick, spraying against the inside of his pants. "Oh, Oh," he cried out, turning in a circle to hide the spot forming on the front of his pants. "More John, I want more" she continued to whisper with a smile. She took her coat and entered the lobby. "You are cruel," I said. "He will never forget what you did tonight." "Neither will you," she said. "Neither will I what?" I asked. "Forget what I do to you tonight," she said confidently. We stepped into the elevator, she pushed the button marked 15. "I hope you saved room for dessert." The doors to the elevator closed. She stepped purposefully out of the elevator, turned left and made her way down the hallway as if she knew right where she was going. "I thought we were going someplace for dessert," I asked catching up from behind her. "We are," she said. She turned in front of a hotel suite door, slipped a plastic key card in and pushed it open at the sound of the door unlocking. She looked back at me, winked and walked in. The spacious two room suite was lit only by candles. The candles were grouped near the fireplace in the living room, near the large Jacuzzi bathtub in the bathroom and next to the spacious king size bed in the bedroom. She hung her coat up before turning and putting her arms around me, pulling me close. "Dessert will be served in different courses tonight lover boy. We will start here with fruit, she said, to prepare the pallet. We will need a good bath when we are through with each other, so that is where our second course of chocolate covered strawberries will be. All of that will lead us to things heating up with the main course of cherries flambé to be served for you in the bedroom." "Very nice," I said admiringly. "You have gone to a lot of work." "No," she corrected. "This is and will be sheer pleasure." She pushed my sport coat off my shoulders, beginning to undress me. "All we need," she said, "is something to serve all this dessert on." Dessert Is On Me I looked around and notice there were no plates, or silverware. "She continued to undress me. I returned the favor, unwrapping the dress from her body. It fell into a pile at her feet. The light of the candles and fireplace flickered off of her gorgeous tan body as she stood in front of me. She sat down next the fruit carefully arranged near the fireplace of the living room. I sat next to her and picked up a handful of grapes and popped one into my mouth. "Ah, ah," she said. "Tonight is not a night for ordinary grapes. Here," she added, "let me help you." One by one she pushed a dozen large grapes into her pussy, massaging her clit and moaning with each one. "These grapes will be sweeter," she promised laying on her back invitingly. She picked up a ripe peach and held it up over her body. She broke it in half, allowing juices to drip liberally on her abdomen. She pulled the large seed out and let it fall next to her. Suzi held a half peach in each hand. She brought them together, squeezing the peach in both hands as she moved them over her tits. Juice flowed from her hands covering her tits. She lay what remained of each half peach on her tits. Suzi reached out, inviting me to come closer. As I got close, she pulled my face into her waiting, coated tits. I lapped up the juices and ate the remains of the peach on each tit. I moved down to her waiting mound to begin work on her pussy lips with my tongue. "Don't you want some grapes?" she said. "In a moment," I said. "I want to marinate them first." She moaned at the thought as I went back down on her. The grapes massaged the inside of her fruit basket as I worked wonders on her throbbing clit. "Oh, man!" she called as her orgasm grew. "Faster," she instructed. Her pelvis began to rock as she exploded in orgasm. Her juices lubricated the grapes while her muscles shot them into my mouth. Her first orgasm was sustained, dizzying her in new ways. Suzi sat up with a determined look in her eye. She grabbed another peach in her hand. "I have been waiting for my peaches and cream all day," she said. This is a big peach," she commented. "I will need a lot of cream for it," as if placing an order. She cored the peach, removing the seed from the center while keeping the peach's original shape. With one hand holding the peach and the other around my dick, she threaded the peach by pushing it over my dick. She took the peach in both hands and began to squeeze it as she ran it up and down my shaft. She squeezed it tighter, moved it faster, soaking my shaft in fresh peach juice. She saw my orgasm was immanent and swallowed my peach covered dick in her mouth. In seconds I exploded with her long awaited cream down her throat. Another descent down my shaft and up again, filled her mouth with a mixture of peach and thick cream. My body trembled in ecstasy as she relentlessly sucked off my dick, determined to drain me. Suzi stood up, still glistening from the fruit juices coating her body. She took my hand and led me to the Jacuzzi in the spacious candlelit bathroom. She turned the Jacuzzi on and stepped in. The jets and bubbles worked their magic over our bodies. Suzi dipped a large strawberry into some chocolate, put the end in her mouth, and invited me to retrieve it from her with a kiss. We played with the strawberries, the chocolate and the pulsating warm soothing jets of the bath. Suzi straddled me, lowering her rejuvenated pussy onto my firm dick. "I'm going to make your dick a Jacuzzi jet inside of me," she committed. Her tits splashed in the water between us as she skillfully rode me. Her gradual orgasm inspired mine. Our bodies collapsed into one another while the soothing jets massaged our bodies. We dried each other off. Suzi led me to the bedroom. She poured me a glass of wine and said "enjoy watching as I finish serving up your dessert – your favorite, cherries flambé. She had a little table next to the bed with a small pan on each of two fondue burners. She stirred a mixture of fresh cherries and sauce, pouring the mixture carefully into the first pan. "Now let's warm the brandy to get it ready to heat things up." She picked up a bottle and poured some brandy into the other pan. Suzi stood up and walked over to a small freezer she had placed in the room for this moment. She opened it and pulled out a half gallon of vanilla ice cream. "Your dessert is ready to be served now, my love. I will need your help." "Sounds interesting," I said. "What do you want me to do?" "Time to make it how you want it," she said. She laid back on the bed with her arms out and legs spread. "Make a deep bed of ice cream for the cherries," she instructed. She handed me the opened ice cream container and a warmed flat scoop. You have never had cherries flambé like this before," she said smiling. "I probably won't ever want it any other way," I answered. "Good," she said. "Time to serve me up," she added eagerly. I dipped the scoop deep into the ice cream and began applying it to her large round tan tits. Her nipples immediately responded, climbing three quarters of an inch. "Oh yes," she said, affirming my boldness, "keep going." I painted a quarter inch foundation across her abdomen and tits and bushy mound. "Now the cherries," she said. I grabbed the handle of the pan filled with the warmed cherries and her homemade sauce. "Pour them over the ice cream," she instructed. "Are you sure?" I asked. "As sure as I am that I'm going to rock your world," she answered. "You have to pour the cherries to get the cherry," she said. I poured the cherries and sauce evenly over the layer of ice cream. The warm cherries and sauce smelled wonderful as it blended with the ice cream. The ice cream began to drip down the sides of her body. "Now the brandy," she said. "Pour it over the cherries." I put the first pan down and picked up the second one. I poured the warmed brandy evenly over the cherries and ice cream. Suzi raised the lighter in her hand to the sweet creation and ignited it. "Poof!" Flames shot up from the cherries on her tits, abdomen and mound until the brandy burned off. "Cherries flambé as you have never imagined it is served," she said smiling. "As I promised, dessert is on me." Dessert Special It was a family dinner. Me, my parents, and my grandparents all gathered in honor of both couples' anniversaries. We had been to this restaurant once before, months ago. I was pleasantly surprised to find that our waiter from our last trip not only still worked here but also was going to be our waiter again this evening. I'm not a flirt by any means, but I don't think I was very subtle the lat time we were at the restaurant. Our waiter, Alex, is a Mediterranean god. He's tall with dark, curly hair, and muscles that make me wonder if buttoning that white button-down shirt he has to wear is a difficulty. When I last saw Alex, we hardly spoke. It was the usual script, with the additional apologies that I made for my overly picky grandmother and my grandfather's endless complaining about the service. I don't think I could help but smile a little flirtatiously, and I was sure that he was smiling back to me at the time. I'd thought about him for a few days afterward, but my attention soon returned to other things. But here he was again tonight, asking if there was anything he could do for me. Smiling that same smile of straight, perfect teeth. My grandmother asked about sixteen questions regarding various menu items while my family looked on. I could swear that Alex was sneaking glances at me, sharing an amused look about the unnecessary questions. I rolled my eyes sympathetically. We went about eating our meal, I only saw him a few times after our food came. It was good enough for me though. A little bit of friendly flirting with dinner while my family paid no attention. They were in their own world, talking about the latest headlines and who the next mayor was going to be. I listened in silence for the most part, before eventually excusing myself to the bathroom. I walked through the restaurant toward the back and then into the narrow hallway where the bathroom was. On my way out, Alex was in the hallway. He gave me a wide, knowing smile and I responded with a shy smile of my own as I started to walk past him. But as I started to walk by he grabbed me by the arm and spun me so that my back was against the wall. I was stunned but my heart was already racing. His firm grip on my arm, his strong presence looming over me, it was like a dream. "I remember you from last time," he said, his voice a little deeper than the chipper, waiter tone I was used to hearing. This lower, more guttural cadence was irresistible. I felt like I was getting a window into a private world. "I wasn't sure you would." "What's your name?" "Kara." "Did you remember me, Kara?" "I don't just make eyes at all the waiters, you know." I said with a smirk. He ran a finger through a strand of my hair gently. I leaned in and brought my lips slowly toward his. He ran with the kiss immediately, pressing himself tight against me, sandwiching me between him and the wall. He slipped a hand behind my back and kept one on my face as his tongue probed mine. I felt the strength of him pushing our bodies together. His arms were solid, no doubt the product of intense workouts. He ran his hand down my neck and body, gently caressing me as he found the hem of my skirt. He then ran his hand back up, tracing my inner thigh as I gasped for breath. He brought his lips down to my neck as his hand trailed slowly upward. He eventually reached my underwear, rubbing gently over what was already becoming a wet spot. I let out the quietest and he looked me in the eyes, holding them intensely as he continued to rub the bottom of my underwear. I released another sound and he smiled at me, lifting me swiftly into the air pushing us into the bathroom. He rested me against the back of the door and resumed his work beneath my skirt. He began to kiss me again, his hand moving up to the waist of my underwear and dipping inside. His finger found my pussy wet and waiting. He rubbed the lips and I moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss to look me in the eyes and thrust a finger inside me. I gasped at the feel of his rough finger sliding itself in and out of me and at the depth of his gaze as he reveled in my pleasure. I rested a hand on his shoulder as he continued to pleasure me. My other hand found its way to the button of his pants, clumsily slipping the fabric loop over the plastic button as I breathed heavily. I tried to maintain eye contact with him, tried to math his stare, but it was too much as he thrust another finger inside my pussy. My eyes snapped shut and I let out a quick squeal. I pulled the zipper on his uniform pants down and drew my hand down into his boxers. They were barely containing his now hard cock, and my eyes opened wide as I felt it, large in my hands. I took a firm grasp and he smiled mischievously at me. We slowly pumped in unison, me moving my hand up and down his cock, him sliding his fingers in and out and my dripping wet pussy. I moved my hands further down to his testicles and fondled them, finally eliciting a grunt from him. I understood the kick he got out of my pleasure. That low groan was the sexiest thing that had happened all night. He took his fingers out of me and moved to pull up my shirt. I obliged, lifting my hands over my head and allowing him to throw my shirt on the floor. He kissed the exposed areas of my chest and then found the clasp at the front of my bra. He unhooked it adeptly and brought his hands up to cup my breasts. He ran a finger over my left nipple and brought his mouth to it. He licked it before sucking it tenderly. I closed my eye and ran a hand through his soft, curly hair. Everything he did felt magnificent. While he sucked on my breast, He grabbed to elastic of my panties and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them carefully and ran my fingers up the bottom of his shirt. His chest was as hard as his arms, and I lifted the shirt over his head to get a full view. I smiled at him and put both hands on his muscles before returning one of them to his cock. With no warning, I lowered myself to my knees, slowly my other hand down his torso to his hips. I placed my mouth over his penis and he groaned again. I licked the shaft carefully and then lowered my lips onto it slowly. My hand guiding my lips, I took in as much of him as I could handle and then pumped up and down on his cock. His shallow grunts came whenever his cock reach the back of my throat. I didn't want that to stop. The sound of his pleasure was nearly making me come just hearing it. I looked up at him and he pulled me to my feet and turned me around. "Kara," He breathed into the back of my neck, "You are incredible," He wrapped his strong right arm around my waist and I felt his cock sweep the outer lips of my pussy before sliding slowly inside. I gasped audibly as he filled me. He brought his right arm up to my breast and squeezed it as he slid out of me and thrust in a little faster. I struggled to retain a normal breathing pattern as I felt him within me. He moved in and out of me, gradually advancing his speed and become slightly rougher with each passing movement. He moved his hand from my breast down to my pussy and began rubbing my clit and he fucked me. My tits pressed against the cold white tile. My moans started increasing in length and volume. Alex grunted heavily into the back of my neck, which was clammy with sweat. He removed himself and spun me around, lifting me off my feet and pressing my ass against the tile. He wrapped my legs around his waist and clasped his hands with mine over my head. He thrust his cock into me even harder and rougher. His patience was dwindling as his excitement grew, something I found incredibly hot. He pushed me against the wall over and over and he fucked me. We moaned in tandem, overwhelmed by this unexpected bliss. He carried me to the sink and I sat on the counter as he continued to ram his cock into me. I placed a hand behind me and left a handprint on the mirror. He lifted me and turned me back around. This time I bent forward over the counter and he directed his cock back into my pussy. As he pushed me forward, I could see my tits in the mirror, swinging wildly with the dramatic thrusts. I could see his face too, eyes closed in pleasure, brows furrowed intensely as he grunted animalistically. "Fuck," I screamed and he thrust even harder, my hand returning to the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to come," He said, too loud, everything right now was probably too loud. "FUCK!" I screamed again as I felt the waves start to roll through me. "Oh god!" I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm going to come," he said again, more to himself this time, and it pushed me over the edge. I moaned loudly as I came, my walls contracting around his cock. He grunted and leaned over me, thrusting his cock one final time before I felt his hot come fill me. We stayed like that, bent over the sink for a good minute, recovering from our intense joint orgasm. When he did finally remove his cock, he turned me around and kissed me deeply and passionately. "Thank you Kara." He said with the same intense voice. I kissed him in response, and then we both cleaned up and got dressed. When I returned to the table, my family was still engaged in a conversation about primary elections. "Where were you?" said my mom. "I got a phone call from a friend," I said with a shrug, and they dove right back into conversation. As we were leaving Alex walked right behind me and swiftly slipped a piece of paper into my hand. When I got a chance to look at it, I saw that he had left me with his number. Dessert Was Great I am in my hotel in Nashville, that one with a private hot tub. You are supposed to meet me for dinner, but you are running late and call me to let me know. You ask me what room I'm in so you can call when you get there. I'll meet you in the lobby for a drink. Moments later, you knock on my door with a bottle of wine in your hand and a smile on your face. I am surprised and not too sure about this arrangement, but reluctantly let you in. This being a suite, I have a sofa and chairs, and after pouring some wine, you sit on the sofa and I sit on the furthest chair. We chat for a while, have a few glasses of wine and I ask if we shouldn't be leaving for dinner about now. You stand and walk over to me and say you'd much rather have me for dessert as you run you finger from my chin down the front of my blouse into my cleavage. I take a step back and I'm up against the wall with nowhere else to move to. You step forward again, unbutton just one button of my blouse, kiss the tops of my breasts and smile at me. I protest, but you repeat that you would much rather skip dinner and have dessert with me, as you unbutton another button on my blouse. Slipping your hand around my back, you unhook my bra and begin to fondle my breasts. You kiss the hollow of my neck, running your tongue up to my ear and lean in towards me – I can feel your hard-on against my thigh and know we must quit doing this. I ask you to please stop, but you finish unbuttoning my blouse and pull it off. My breast slip from bra and it drops to the floor. We start kissing passionately, your dick against me, and my naked breasts against you. Your hand slides up my skirt and into my panties just, holding your hand there as we kiss. You begin stroking me, I moan and try to keep my legs together, but that does not deter you. I feel as if I have no free will. My legs part slightly as we continue to kiss. I take my hand and unzip your trousers, tenderly pulling you out and start stroking your velvety soft dick. At first very slowly as it revels itself to me and then faster, as your hand moves faster to please me. I can barely stand, but there is no way either of us is willing to stop. Only aware of each other enough to know that if one of us quits, the other will too, we give each other an orgasm and continue to kiss, our bodies pressed against each other. Thinking we are done and you are ready to leave, you pull me over to the chair and force me to lie over the back of it. Roughly, you pull up my skirt and rip off my panties. I struggle to get back up, but size and strength prevent me. You require no assistance in getting your dick in to my still wet throbbing pussy; slowly, teasingly you enter me. I am tighter than you expect and it feels incredibly good for both of us as you take your time now. You keep rubbing my nipples and I have my hands on your ass trying to get you deeper. I can feel myself moving towards orgasm, as you trust you cock in to me ever faster. My temperature rises as I hear the sounds of our having sex and I begin to climax along with you. You ask if we can sit in the hot tub for a little while as you pull off my skirt and take your clothes off. We have gone this far, why not? As we sit in the tub, each with a glass of wine, I light a cigarette which adds a blue haze to the already dimly lit room and soft music play in the background, Our arms and legs entwined – silently we sit, feeling languid, we just relax with each other. Eventually, I have other plans and slip my hand under the water. Not heeding your protests, I entice you to get hard again as you begin to suck on my breasts. I tell you we will do this one last time. Pulling you out of the water and over to the bed, I have you lie down. You ask me if you can use your tongue on me and I cannot wait to feel it. I straddle your face, your head between my legs, and you tease my lips with your tongue, always just avoiding that one little spot. I want o scream, but force my legs further apart and lower myself closer to your bearded face. I can feel your beard on my legs and your breath on my wet pussy, yet still you give me no satisfaction. I am forced to grind my hips into you and you relent – sliding your tongue in and out just perfectly. Circling my most tender spot and sucking on it until you feel all of my wetness, you hear me swear under my breath and feel my pussy contract around your tongue as I have my orgasm. Having had my fill, I toss you your clothing and tell you it's time for you to go – dessert was great, but I've had enough. Dessert with Daddy Soaring like a kite, I am high on lust. It's as simple as that. Daddy knows how to raise me up to levels where the only thing that matters is getting fucked and looking back on his perfect planning of this night, all that mattered to him was seeing me get just that. Still sitting on the plush bar stool where I had been wined, dined and teased, daddy now nuzzles my hair and neck making me shiver. After a few minutes he tells me to get up. I obey and he pulls my wrists behind me ordering me to keep them there. Next thing I know I am blindfolded and he is guiding me away from the table slowly. Anywhere... I would go with him. He knows it. Being deprived of my vision I am keenly aware of sounds and smells as we move through the building. Stopping for a few minutes I am sure we were in an elevator by the movement and that there were others with us but no one made a sound. Continuing on I hear my pony boots clopping against a hard surface of a big room smelling of smoke and alcohol ... and men. Yes I can smell them and after awhile I can hear them, their distinct footsteps, aftershave, and low voices fill the room. Slowly, whom I still believe to be daddy, presses me forward and my hip bones rest on something hard. It must be a table of sorts. I am bent forward, breasts mashed into the table, my hands still behind my back. My face rests to the side against a cold hard slab of felt... a pool table is what it must be. "Ziiipp" goes my skirt, one long zipper that held it around my hips is undone and it is removed leaving me nude from the waist down. More hands than can just be daddy's pull at my legs, planting my feet wide apart but firmly on the ground. I feel my ankle cuffs being tugged and an attempt to move one of my feet confirms that I am now tied, legs apart. I am secured to and bent over a pool table. My arms are still voluntarily behind my back as I listen to faint male voices in the room but I cannot make out what is being said. I no longer sense daddy close and I struggle between trying to remain calm and a lustful excitement growing deep inside the me. I know anyone in the room has access to me now and yet I remain untouched. I am simply allowed to bask in my hunger and vulnerability and it is exquisite. Adjusting my boots against the floor I almost feel forgotten as they enjoy their evening. Then unexpectedly my head is straightened, chin resting squarely on the pool table. Something is being strapped to my head and suddenly the blindfold is slid away. It has been replaced with blinders so that I can not see beside or behind me only forward where a large monitor is placed on the pool table. Suddenly it is fed a video source and there larger than life I stare at an upward shot of my trimmed bush and shaved pussy lips. I am a bound but active participant in a video I can't tear my eyes from. Then I flinch before it even strikes. A cat o nine tails is slapped against my inner thighs then dragged upward over my pussy lips. Daddy is making sure I am awake and sensitive. Grunting as it strikes repeatedly the backs of my thighs, I tense a bit before it is dragged again over my pussy lips. I watch it all. I feel it all. I want it all. Their voices grow with the excitement of the sound of the whip but the dynamics of the room make it impossible to determine how many there are. The whipping stops and my skin tingles. I breathe deeply relishing all the emotions and sensations. I am suddenly drawn back to the screen where a thick cock comes into view. Coke can? Before I can even register that this is our waiter from earlier this evening, he spreads my lips and pushes that monster into my hungry cunt. Thrusting into me three times he withdraws and my audible sigh returns laughter including daddy's. Another cock long and curved comes into view and presses into me three times just like the first. Then another. Then another. I try to keep count. Ten? All shapes, sizes and skin tones beautifully teasing my hunger. I never see daddy's. Then suddenly there is "coke can" again only this time around I see he has a lube bottle. Squirting it on my ass his fingers begin to massage my asshole. Oh hell no. He is not going to try to put that monster ... I start to struggle against my leg restraints as someone grabs my arms behind my back clipping them together making sure I stay put. Suddenly I know daddy is very near. I see one of his toys, a speculum in the camera shot sliding slowly into my ass. It's clear plastic but still feels cold entering my lust crazed inferno. His hand holds it in place while "coke can's" thick cock fucks my pussy again with wild abandon. After daddy and I watch the close up on the monitor for a few minutes he withdraws and daddy clicks the speculum open a few notches. I am gasping and sweating as each cock fucks me harder and longer. As each pulls out daddy clicks the speculum open more and more. The rotation continues and my moaning grows louder and louder as my ass is opened wider. I can hear daddy's breathing as he watches his baby girl getting gang banged and I know he is extremely aroused. The camera is moved and refocused on my wide open asshole. I am stunned by how wide open it is and how little pain there is. The cocks keep fucking and rotating until daddy tells them I have had enough. He can tell. This time when they withdraw they stroke their cock right over my asshole aiming their cum right down the hole. I struggle not to cum. It is so marvelously nasty to watch each of them shoot their load there and I imagine daddy is smiling. Finally the last cock fills my ass and the cum level is visible. I lay there sexually high, sweating, panting, happy. I can hear the men dress and depart some shaking daddy's hand as they leave. Daddy stands behind me replacing the speculum in my ass with a large black plug skillfully sealing me up tight. He moves the camera back underneath when we are alone and unzips pulling out his rock hard cock. I know I won't be able to hold back my orgasm and I beg him to let me cum. I beg as he slides in slowly. "Yes my sweet beautiful slut, show daddy how much you have enjoyed tonight. Cum, cum hard bitch." His pace quickens as his words thunder in my brain. My pussy contracts wildly as my eyes roll into the back of my head and I scream with mind blowing pleasure. My cum covers both of us making his thrusts wet and sloppy, dripping down my legs. He fucks me hard through countless orgasms. My legs are shaking and I can't catch my breath by the time he pushes in deep and holds still. I hear his perfect growl as he pumps my cunt full of his delicious cum. The last thing I remember in that room is his cock sliding out of my cunt on that television monitor. Everything goes black as I pass out lost in perfect pleasure. Dessert with Kiki This is a continuation of my 'coffee break' with Kiki. The reader might want to read about that before opening this one. No coffee this time, just dessert. When the phone rang that evening, I was surprised to see Kiki's name and phone number on my caller ID. I grabbed the phone before the answer machine could kick in. "Hello, sweet thing." "Hi there, lover man, what're you doing?" "To tell the truth, I've been basking in the afterglow of this mornings activities. I hope it rains again in the morning." "Oh come on now," she giggled. "You don't mean to tell me that you have to have rain to...uh...get it up, do you?" "No," I replied, "It's just an excuse to get you back for coffee. In fact, just hearing your voice has, as you say, got it up again. What are you doing this evening?" "I just called to see if you'd like to go out for dinner. I don't feel like cooking...food, that is and I feel like Chinese." "Hey, that sounds good to me. I'll always go for good Chinese food." "Well then, why don't you pick me up in a half hour and we'll go to China Maid. They have good Chinese food." "You're on. I'll thrown on some clean clothes and be there." "Just don't thrown on too many clothes, lover man. I don't want to take too long getting my dessert." "Ditto, my dear. See you in thirty minutes." When I pulled in to her driveway, her front door opened and before I could get out to open the car door for her, she was in the passenger seat and leaning over to plant a deep kiss on me. "I hope you don't mind my calling you at the last minute, lover," she breathed throatedly. Her walking shorts and tee shirt of the morning had been replaced by a light, flowery, print summer dress and she carried a purse that matched the dress. "God, no," I replied. "I was trying to think of an excuse to call you. I'm glad you took the lead." I put the car in gear and backed out of her drive and headed for the restaurant. I was, mentally, cursing the center console that separated us. I wanted to put an arm around her, to cup one of her breasts. Oh well, that would have to wait. For the most part, the trip to the China Maid was quiet. I was very aware of Kiki's hand on my thigh and my response...I just hoped that my arousal would not be too noticeable when we entered the restaurant. Thankfully, the place was dimly lit. We had to wait for a table so we sat at the bar and had drinks. As we chatted, Kiki suddenly leaned close to me and whispered, "I talked with Edith, my sister, this afternoon and I told her all about our morning. She said she was jealous and that it sure beat diddling myself, didn't it. I told her it sure did, even though I was doing it right then, while we were on the phone." "Well," I said. "It sure does, but I've got to tell you, I jacked-off twice this afternoon just thinking about our morning. And, since you called, I've had a hard-on. I can't get you out of my mind." Just at that moment, we were called for our table. Kiki was giggling like a school girl as I walked behind her, hoping to hide the bulge in my pants. When the little Chinese waitress noticed we had brought our drinks to the table, she immediately took our order for food. As she left, Kiki leaned across the table and whispered, "I wonder it it's true what they say about Chinese women." "What's that," I asked. "You know," she replied, "That their pussies run cross-wise." I broke out in a laugh. "Of course it's not true. Just ask our waitress when she comes back." Our food arrived shortly and we started eating. I had ordered a combination plate of Moo Goo Gai Pan and Kiki had ordered a dish of Sweet and Sour Pork with white rice. About half way through the meal, she excused herself and went to the ladies room. When she returned to the table, she slid her purse towards me. "Look inside," she said softly. I opened the catch and spread it open. There, nestled on top of the contents was a pair of black, lacy bikini panties. I snapped the purse closed and smiled at her. "We won't have to waste time with those now, will we. I had almost relished the idea of seeing you in nothing more than those, but without them is even better." We hurried through the rest of our meal, both intent on thinking about what was to come. The bill finally came and I paid the waitress, leaving an exorbitant tip in my rush to leave. As I followed Kiki from the restaurant, I couldn't help but notice that she had developed a damp spot on her dress where she had been sitting on it. It looked like she was just as eager for sex...excuse me...fucking, as I was. The five minute drive back to my house seemed to take hours but I finally pulled into my drive and we almost ran to the door. Once inside, Kiki fell into my arms, pressing her body to mine. I could feel her firm cupcake tits against my chest as we kissed passionately. For my part, I fumbled with her dress until I could get my hands under it and cup her bare ass cheeks in both hands, pulling her more tightly to my groin. As our tongues probed each others mouths, my cock, pressed against her mons through my shorts, was twitching in anticipation of the delights to come. As she fumbled with the button on my shorts, I pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it onto one of the living room chairs. She kicked off her sandals as I pushed my zipper down, releasing my prick. As my shorts fell around my ankles, I kicked them to one side and my sandals quickly joined hers. While I struggled to get my shirt off, she grasped my rampant cock. Then we were both naked. The dim light from the street coming through the font window, illuminated her softly. "My god, Kiki," I gasped, "You're even more beautiful than I remembered. You have such a gorgeous figure!" Kiki was a beautiful woman alright. At sixty years of age, she had the taut figure of a thirty year old, only her snow white hair belied her age. There was no sag to her gorgeous, smallish tits, each crowned with a silver dollar size aureole, topped by an erect nipple. She showed no sign of the thickening waist of a woman her age and her hips were gently rounded. I could not believe my good fortune at finding such a woman, one who genuinely loved sex! I pulled her to me again, my erect prick slipping between her legs to throb against her pussy lips. She was breathing heavily as we again kised and I stroked one hand down her side to her womanly hips, then back up to cup one of her tits, feeling the nipple harden even more against my palm. My lips trailed a path around her face, to one hear and down to her neck. "Come on Jon," she said huskily. "Let's not waste anymore time. I want you to eat my pussy again. I want you to make me cum with your tongue, I'm so hungry for you, I need you to make me cum." Somehow, we were suddenly in my bedroom. We had chosen my house for our tryst because of my kingsize bed, Kiki's home boasted twin beds, not conducive to active lovemaking. She sat on the edge of the bed and, laying back, parted her legs, opening her pussy to me. I knelt on the floor between those beautiful legs, sliding my hands upwards from her knees to her hips as I bowed my head to suckle her gorgeous cunt. Her body shivered as my mouth touched her already swollen cunt lips. Kiki reached down with both hands to spread those lips, revealing her clit, peeking out from within its hood. Beginning at her anus, my tongue traced a path towards her clit, pausing only to lick the moisture that was oozing from her fuck tunnel. As my tongue touched her clit, she grasped my head in both hands, pulling me hared against her. "Oh god, Jon," she sighed and her hips began to writhe. Since she had no purchase with her feet a few inches off the floor, her attempts to thrust were deminished and I had no trouble maintaining contact. With my lips encircling her clit, my tongue teased the tip of the small button and it began to grow out from its hood and she began moaning in ecstasy. With some difficulty I managed to insert two fingers into her cunt to finger-fuck her as I worked her clit. "Oh my god," she moaned, "Oh my god, oh jeezus, oh god," and her writhing became more and more wild. "Fuck me, Jon, oh god, fuck me hard!" I worked my fingers in and out, harder and faster, aware of the sloshing sound as her juices flowed voluminously around my fingers. After several minutes, she moaned aloud, "Oh jon, I'm gonna cum, oh god it feels so good, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!" Now her legs wrapped around me and, as best she could, her body thrust upwards and her whole body tensed as the waves of pleasure flowed through her. Kiki's juices seemed to squirt out around my fingers, flowing down my chin and dripping onto the bedspread. Her grasp on my head became a tight grip as she pulled me even harder against the apex of her wonton desire. After several minutes, I ceased stroking her cunt and withdrew my tongue from her clit, allowing her climax to subside. Slowly the tension went out of her body and her breathing returned to normal. "Go, Jon, I don't know how you do it but I've never felt such pleasure before in my life." I grinned up at her. "How'd you like to feel a little more, my love?" "Yes, yes," she whispered. "Make me cum again. Make me cum all night." I returned to lick up her white frothy cum that had been whipped up from my finger fucking before I moved back to her clit. The pink button was still engorged from my previous efforts. I teased it with the tip of my tongue and she gasped, her legs, still wrapped around my head, pulled me tight to her. "Oh my god, that feels so good, so damn good!" Slowly she began rotating and thrusting her hips, fucking my face. Both her hands were on my head, her fingers entangled in my hair as she strived to pull me ever tighter. "Oh...uh...oh...uh," she grunted over and over. Again I buried two fingers in her juicy cunt to fuck her with them. With some effort, I managed to reach up to grasp one of her tits, to pinch and squeeze the turgid nipple. That seemed to set her off again. "Oh god, oh my god, I'm gonna cum again," she gasped between ragged breaths. I kept just the tip of my tongue gently lashing her clit and her body writhed wildly on the bed. "I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, JON, I'M CUMMING," she cried out. "DON'T STOP, JON, OH PLEASE, DON'T STOP!" Once more her love honey seemed to squirt and I tried to lick up as much as I could. Her body shuddered as her climax hit. This time I didn't stop ministering to her love button but continued suck and tease it, trying to prolong her orgasm. For the longest time she continued moaning and crying out in her ecstasy. Finally, she cried out, "Stop Jon, oh god stop. I can't take any more." Her legs straightened out and she was pushing my head away from her passion pit. "Oh god, Jon, I can't taske any more." I moved away from her and climbed onto the bed. She squirmed her way up to lay beside me, her head on my chest, panting furiously, trying to regain normal breathing. I glanced at my bedside clock and was amazed to see that we had been at it for almost an hour. "My god, Jon, I've never been so fulfilled before." She pressed her face to mine and we locked lips in a most passionate kiss. She could taste herself as she probed my mouth with her tongue. My still unsatisfied cock was straining upwards towards the ceiling and Kiki suddenly became aware of it. "Oh, my poor baby," she whispered towards it. "I know just what you need." She rose up on one elbow to lean over me while she gently took my erect member in one hand. "Oh, you beautiful thing," she murmured, still speaking to my cock. Quickly she bowed her head to take the bulbous purple head between her lips. Her tongue swirled round it, making me involuntarily, thrust my hips up, trying to engulf the entire shaft in her mouth. At first she recoiled so that only the head was still between her lips, then slowly bent further, taking more of my prick in her mouth until fully half of the shaft was in her mouth. She held it there for fully a minute then raised up until she had only head was still in her mouth, then back down again. Each time she withdrew, her tongue swirled around it, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. God, but it felt good! After several minutes of this, she withdrew completely and, looking up at me, said softly, "Do you want to cum this way, lover? I'd really like you to cum in my mouth the way you make me cum." Huskily I answered, "Yes. I want to cum in your mouth." As soon as she heard the 'yes', she took me back in her mouth and resumed slowly bobbing up and down, seeming to take me deeper with each downward plunge. At first I just lay there quietly, enjoying the sensuousness of her mouth fucking my prick, but before long, my need for release became overpowering and I began thrusting up hard each time she came down on me, trying to bury my entire shaft in her throat. I had the bedspread clutched in both hands as I felt my release beginning to build. "Oh god, baby," I croaked. "I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum." Her response was to speed up mouth fucking me until I could feel my jism beginning to blast from my balls. I strained upwards, trying to get deeper into her mouth as my cum suddenly exploded. With the first spurt, she seemed to gag slightly, then began swallowing rapidly. The effect was to take my cock right into her throat as though she were trying to swallow the whole thing. The constrictions in her throat as she swallowed only made me produce more and more jism until my balls were completely drained and my prick shrank to a flabby appendage. Kike rose up and smiled at me. "Was that good, lover? Did you like it?" "God yes, baby. That was tremendous." I was completely exhausted. She lay back down beside me, her head once more on my chest. "We are so good together, lover," she whispered. "We sure are, baby, we sure are, I replied. Then, "What are you going to tell Edith now" She giggled. "I'm going to make her so jealous she probably won't speak to me again." In no time we were fast asleep in each others arms. Dessert With the Neighbors Jan didn't know Carol very well. Of course she had seen Carol around the neighborhood some, and they ran into each other at the grocery sometimes. But they really weren't friends, just acquaintances. Jan had heard things about Carol and her husband Rob. One of the neighborhood rumors was that the couple went to some pretty wild parties, but Jan wasn't sure she believed it. As far as she knew they were just another middle-aged couple. That's why Jan was surprised when she found Carol on her doorstep that morning. "Hi," Carol said. Sorry to bother you, but I just got a flat tire. I wonder if I could use your phone to call Triple A." "Sure," Jan said, noticing the car in front of their house which seemed to be listing to one side. It was pouring down rain, and Jan understood why Carol hadn't walked the two blocks to her own house to call. "Come on in and get dry. There's a phone in the kitchen you can use." "Thanks. I don't want to get your carpet all wet, though." "No problem, just take off your shoes and you'll be okay." While Carol was calling, Jan went and got a towel for Carol to dry off with. "Thanks, Carol said when she got off the phone. "They can't get here for at least an hour. Maybe I'll try to get home and come back." "Don't go out there," Jan told her. "I've got some fresh coffee. Just sit down and wait here." "I don't want to be a bother." "Don't worry about it. I've been cleaning all morning and was looking for an excuse to sit down awhile myself. Make yourself comfortable." The two women sat and talked about neighborhood stuff for a while. Jan was pleasantly surprised at how they had so many interests in common. They were both crafters and both did a lot of sewing. It turned out they had plenty to talk about. Then Carol mentioned how her husband Rob worked a lot of nights. He had a janitorial service that cleaned offices in the evenings. Carol said that Rob wasn't working that night because they were going to a party. This immediately stirred up Jan's interest. "And, before you ask," Carol said, "it really is 'that kind' of party. I know there are rumors going around about our lifestyle - and they're pretty much true." Carol was so matter of fact about it, Jan didn't even think to be offended or shocked. "So," Jan asked shyly, "this is a wife swapping party you're going to?" "Well, we don't call it that. We call it 'swinging' or 'the lifestyle.' But yes, it is that kind of party." Carol went on the explain that they had been swinging for several years, and having sex with others was an important part of their own sex lives together. "Does that shock you," she asked. "Actually it doesn't," Jan said. "We tried it ourselves a few times, but that was years ago. Well, really 20 years ago." "Why did you stop? Jealousy?" Carol asked. "Not really. I wasn't jealous - in fact I liked seeing Mike enjoying himself. I was really more afraid of how much I liked it. Mike is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I got worried that I liked the intimacy with other men too much. I guess the bottom line is that I didn't trust myself, not Mike." "So you liked fucking other guys?" Carol bluntly asked. "Oh yeah. Way too much. I wasn't worried about Mike because after every experience he'd fuck my brains out. He just couldn't seem to get enough of me. That's why I was so worried that he might be jealous, or have a good reason to be. "We have always had a great sex life. Hell, I love doing just about anything he wants, and usually end up wanting it as much or more than he does. I even love the taste of his semen, although I know it turns a lot of women off. Damn, I got him good this morning," she said. "I snuck up on him before he put his pants on. No foreplay or anything. I just grabbed him and started sucking. He wasn't even hard. He tasted so good," she said, remembering again how surprised he had been. "Three minutes - four tops - he was shooting cum down my throat. What a kick." Jan had no idea why she shared that. It just seemed so natural, talking to Carol. "Yeah, I did Rob this morning too," Carol said. "It took him a little longer though. Probably because he fucked me twice last night. Amazing how something as simple as a blow job in the morning keeps a guy eating out of your hand, isn't it? And don't you just love the feeling of power it gives you?" she added. "Oh yes. Of course when you have one of his most prized possessions between your teeth, and two others cradled in your hand, you're bound to have complete control." Jan thought a moment, then asked in a more serious vein, "Have you done a lot of guys?" "Quite a few," Carol answered. "Do they all taste alike? Their semen, I mean." "No, not really," Carol said. "But I think that's more because of what their diet is composed of, what kind of spices and all. It seems like food makes a lot of difference in how a man's cum tastes." "Yeah, I suppose so. I've noticed a difference myself if Mike's been eating a lot of citrus fruits. His cum definitely tastes different, more tart and acidy." About that time they heard the service truck honking out front. Carol bundled up again and started out to get her car. As she was leaving, she said to Jan, "We'll have to get together with you guys sometime for dinner." Then,noticing the look on Jan's face, added, "We do have what we call 'vanilla' friends too. Just for dinner sometime, okay?" "Sure," Jan said. "Call me." Over the next few weeks Jan and Carol talked on the phone and went to craft shops together. While Jan never said anything to Mike about their conversation, he did remark that she and Carol were getting to be pretty good friends. He never commented about the rumors he had heard, but he did seem awfully interested in what she and Carol were doing together. Jan and Carol didn't talk about the lifestyle again, although Jan thought about it a lot. She had to admit, she was excited by the thought of watching Mike with another woman - while she was having another man. Then one Friday Carol called and asked the two of them over for a cookout Saturday. "Just for fun," she told Jan. "No strings attached." "Sure," Jan had responded, "it sounds like fun." Jan wondered to herself what kind of 'fun' she was wanting to have with Carol, and more especially with Stan. That Saturday afternoon Jan and Mike were getting ready to go out. Jan took a long shower, then Mike had his turn. While Mike was showering, Jan went into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. When Mike walked in the first thing he saw was his wife laid out naked, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, her hands rubbing her pussy. Mike stood a moment, watching his wife finger herself. Jan looked him directly in the eye and said, "See something you like, big guy?" "Sure do," Mike responded, dropping the towel. Jan was pleased to see that he was getting hard just watching her. Slowly she slid two fingers into herself and let out a soft moan. With her other hand she squeezed her right tit and pinched her nipple. "Come over here and help yourself then." Mike walked over and dropped to his knees between her legs. Holding her lips apart for him, Jan instructed, "Lick it. Lick that pussy." Mike dipped his head and flicked his tongue over her exposed clit. "Oh yeah, that's the spot," she sighed. "You know what I like." Mike continued teasing her with the tip of his tongue, alternating between rubbing it on her clit and dipping it between her lips. Jan could feel the moisture leaking from her, and also could feel Mike licking it up. "Oh baby," she moaned. "You eat me so good - so good!" Jan could feel herself moving closer and closer to the edge. "Put your fingers in me. Shove 'em in my cunt" As Mike complied she started rocking and bucking, pressing her crotch against Mike's face. "Aaiiee," she hollered. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Don't stop, don't stop!" A major orgasm swept over her as she held her husband's head hard against her sex and squeezed him with her thighs. As her climax started to subside, Mike removed his hand and licked at the pussy juice seeping out of her. Jan held his head up so she could look him in the eye again. "Baby, that was so good. You eat my cunt so good. Come here and kiss me." Mike then dipped his head down and began kissing her clit. Forcibly raising his head again, she laughed and said, "Not there, silly. Come up here and kiss me on the mouth. I want to taste myself on your face. Mike moved up until he was laying on top of her and and Jan shoved her tongue into his mouth. After frenching him a few minutes, Jan began licking Mike's lips. "I don't know why, but I love tasting myself on your face. God, what a turn on," she said, returning to kissing and tonguing his lips and cheeks. Mike's hard cock pressed against his wife's thigh. Together they scooted higher on the bed, and she spread her legs for him. As she felt the head of his cock rubbing her pussy lips, she asked, "Want something, big guy? Tell me what you want." "I want to fuck you, baby. I want some of that pussy of yours." "Then do it," she ordered throatily. In one motion, Mike buried his cock deep inside her. "That's it, babe. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt." Mike repeatedly rammed his cock into his wife. "Oh god yes," she cried. "Do me hard." As Jan bit at him with her pussy as he rammed in and out. She knew her second orgasm was near, then he stopped moving, lodged as deep in her cunt as he could get. Jan felt the first throbs of his orgasm and she barely had time to say, "Cum in me. Cum in me, Mike," when she started cumming with him. She was aware of the repeated volleys of semen he was shooting into her as her own orgasm rocked her. They clung tightly together sharing the ecstasy of their passion. As their orgasms finally passed, Mike collapsed across her. Jan could feel their combined juices leaking out around his softening dick. "Oh Mike," she whispered in his ear. "You are the best - the very best." "You too, babe," he responded. "Damn you're good. You are so fucking good." Finally they untangled and got off the bed. "Shit," Jan said, looking at the huge wet spot they'd created. Now I'm gonna have to take that bedspread to the cleaners. Mike put his arms around her from behind and squeezed her breasts. She laid her head back on his shoulder and added, "But it was worth it." She could feel his cock getting hard again, pressed against her butt. Reaching behind her and playfully slapping him on the ass cheeks she said, "Hey. No time for seconds. We gotta get ready for dinner, remember?" "I thought you were dinner," he said playfully. "I was the appetizer," she responded. Turning around and kissing him, she added, "and if you're a really good boy, there'll be some dessert for you later." Giving his dick a quick jerk, she pushed him away and started getting cleaned up again. Walking over to the neighbors, Jan debated with herself if she had seduced Mike to satiate herself so she wouldn't want to have sex with Carol's husband that night - or so she wouldn't feel as guilty about it if she did fuck Stan. "Well," she rationalized to herself, "if I do end up having Stan for dessert, that means Mike gets Carol. And with their combined experience, we could both end up having some great sex. It can't be all bad." When they got there, and she had a couple of glasses of wine in her, Jan stopped worrying about it. "What will happen will happen," she thought philosophically. Soon Jan lost track of her internal debate entirely and just enjoyed the evening with a couple of good friends. Although she hadn't met Stan before, she found him a very charming man. And he and Mike seemed to hit it off from the first. Jan and Carol were sitting on the patio talking and watching as Stan grilled steaks. That's when she noticed the hot tub partially hidden in a gazebo in the backyard. "Oh, I didn't know you had a hot tub," she commented to Carol. "Yes, we like getting in there in the evening. It really relaxes us. Stan works so hard at his business that he needs something to relieve the stress of the day. Maybe we can all get in later." "But we didn't bring any suits with us," Jan said naively. "We don't allow suits in the tub," Carol informed her. "Oh," Jan said hesitantly, realizing what Carol was getting at. "Stan says that lint from cloth can clog up the filter. Personally, I think that's bullshit. Just his excuse to get people naked. After all, there's been a ton of semen spilled in that water, and it's never clogged the filter." Jan laughed at this little joke, mainly to hide the shiver the thought of getting naked with the neighbors caused in her. "Are you excited," she thought, "or scared? A little of both, I guess." Nothing else was said about the subject, and the four friends enjoyed a nice dinner together. Then, after eating and clearing the table, they sat visiting on the patio. Stan went inside to open another bottle of wine, was it the third or the fourth, Jan couldn't keep track. That's when Mike said, "Stan asked if we'd all like to get in the hot tub. What do you think, Jan?" Without thinking, Jan responded, "Yeah. That'd be fun." It was only then that it occurred to her that Stan may not have explained about the "no suit" rule to Mike. "Where do we change," Mike asked Carol. "Guess he doesn't know yet," Jan thought. "Oh, we usually undress in the house and wear robes out to the gazebo, but as dark as it is, I can turn out the yard lights and we can strip right here. There are towels out by the tub already. Jan saw Mike's jaw drop slightly as it dawned on him that they were going to get naked together. "What do you think, Jan?" he asked, obviously meaning about stripping in front of the neighbors. Ignoring his meaning, Jan said, "Oh, I think it's dark enough we can take our clothes off here." Mike's jaw really did drop hearing his wife say that. Wasting no time, Carol immediately doused the lights. Jan pulled her top off over her head, exposing her breasts to the night air. Carol then doffed the shift she was wearing, revealing a complete lack of underwear. Just then Stan returned. Looked at the two women, he said, "I think I got back just in time." Jan was pleased to see that Stan's eyes were glued to her naked tits. On the other hand, Mike couldn't seem to look away from Carol's nearly completely shaved crotch. Just a single strip of curly red hair remained above her bare pussy lips. "Well that settles that," Mike said. "You are a natural redhead." "How 'bout you, Jan? Are you a natural blond," Stan asked. With one motion, Jan stripped off her shorts and panties. Standing with legs apart she said, "Guess not," as she ran her hands through her dark thatch of pubic hair. Turning to Mike, still staring at Carol's pussy, she said, "Say honey. Think I should have shaved too?" "Darlin," he responded, finally looking at her, "your pussy is just perfect. But if you'd like to shave, I'll help you tomorrow. I think it's too late for tonight." "Hey guys," Carol threw in. Enough talk about our pubes. Time to see yours. The guys then took their shirts off, and when they pulled their shorts down it was Jan's turn to have her jaw drop. Looking at Stan's tool, all she could think was, "Damn, he's fucking huge." She knew Mike was big, bigger than average. But that thing was at least nine inches - still soft. "What does it do when it gets hard? I don't know if I could even take that." Then, after nearly drooling a moment, she added to herself, "But it would sure be fun to try." Carol seemed equally appreciative of Mike's equipment, although he wasn't anywhere near as big as her husband. After a minute of just ogling each other, Carol finally broke the mood by saying, "Let's get in the water. Stan, would you take the lid off and start the bubbles?" When Mike and Stan had gotten the tub open and running, they all climbed carefully into the hot water. Jan was somewhat relieved when Stan's monster disappeared under the surface. If he had kept waving it around in the air the temptation to grab it might have been too much for her. But once in the water, they all settled down cuddled next to their spouses. Jan's hand soon found her husband's cock under the water. She wasn't surprised to find that it was already hard. Slowly she ran her hand up and down it. "It's not as big as Stan's," she thought, "but it's still a wonderful tool." She and Mike engaged in some serious kissing while she continued to stroke him. His hand was rubbing her pussy, and she knew she was releasing her own juice into the hot water. Glancing over, she saw that Carol was on her knees, kissing Stan and boldly jerking him off. The head of Stan's dick was just poking out of the water, which made Jan even more excited. Carol looked over at them and said, "If you two will excuse us, I've got to have this man." Turning to Stan, she said, "Sit up on the side, lover, so I can get at that thing." Stan immediately got up on the side of the tub while Carol knelt between his legs and rubbed his head against her lips. "You too, Honey," Jan said to Mike. She didn't have to ask twice as jumped up and sat beside the other man. Jan took her husband into her mouth and ran her tongue around his head. Next to her she could see Carol slowly lowering her head onto Stan's long dick. Jan was secretly pleased that Carol seemed to be only able to get about half of it in her mouth. "I really would feel inadequate if she could deep throat that thing," she thought to herself. The women then began bobbing their heads up and down on their husbands dicks. Both men were moaning and squirming in pleasure. Jan looked up and saw that Mike's eyes were focused on Carol's mouth engulfing Stan's dick. Looking at Stan, she saw that he was just as interested in watching what she was doing to Mike. Jan pressed her thighs together, stimulating herself in her excitement. "God," she thought, "I'm so hot. I'm almost ready to cum myself." The two women kept on sucking, each one periodically taking the dick from her mouth and kissing her husband's balls before returning to cocksucking. Mike was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which Jan was eagerly drinking down. She assumed, from the way Carol was working her lips, that she was doing the same. While Jan loved the taste and feel of Mike, she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be sucking on Stan instead. She was just working up the nerve to suggest that they switch partners when Stan leaned back and let out a tremendous roar. Jan could see Carols' cheeks puff out and then contract as Stan filled her mouth with his semen and she swallowed it. That sight obviously set Mike off too as he cried out loudly and Jan felt the first shot of cum hit the back of her mouth. Over and over the two men shot off into their wives' mouths and the women swallowed all they were given. Stan continued to yell, although now not so loudly as the first time. Mike continued to moan as he emptied his balls down his wife's throat. At long last they seemed to be spent. Carol took the shrinking member out of her mouth and said to Jan, "I should have warned you that Stan is a screamer. He's been known to shatter mirrors when he's cumming hard." "Doesn't she say the sweetest things," Stan commented facetiously. "Now ladies, it's your turn. He and Mike stood up and the women took their places on the side of the tub. Before the men could get settled in, Jan impulsively said. "Mike's already eaten this pussy once today. Why don't we switch? Mike, does that look like dessert to you?" "What the hell did I say that for," she thought as the two men quickly switched places. "Am I crazy?" As he was settling in between her knees, Stan commented, "I am going to warn you ahead of time. While I might be the screamer, Carol will give a running commentary. She usually talks all the time she's having sex." Dessert With the Neighbors Carol reached over and slapped Stan on the head. "Shut up," she said, "and eat that pussy." As Mike dropped his head to her lap, Carol lived up to Stan's warning, saying, "That's it, baby. Lick my clit. That feels so good, keep licking it." Jan just moaned as she felt the flat of Stan's tongue rubbing her own clit. Enjoying what Stan was doing to her, Jan watched as Mike ran his tongue over Carol's shaved lips before dipping his tongue into her. Looking up, he said, "Baby, we are definitely going to shave you. This pussy feels so good." He then shoved his tongue back into Carol.. "Oh yes Mike," Carol whispered, "that's it. Put your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue. That feels so good." Meanwhile, Stan had put his tongue in Jan's pussy and was licking at the juice flowing out of her. Jan put her hand on the back of his head and pressed him harder against her cunt. "Do it, Mike. Shove those fingers in me. Oh yeah, put your hand in that cunt. Fuck it, fuck it with your fingers." Carol continued to give her commentary. "Eat that pussy, baby. Eat it good. There it is, lick it. God you make my clit feel so good. Lick it, Mike." Even though she equally appreciated the way Stan was licking her, all Jan could do was moan. She knew that she was about to cum as he worked two fingers in and out of her. Suddenly he hit her G-spot and Jan tightened her thighs around him and forced herself hard against his mouth. "YesyesYESI'MCUMMING," Carol yelled. That was enough to trigger Jan's climax. She began cumming, rubbing herself all over Stan's face. Losing herself completely in her own orgasm, Jan could hear Carol crying out, "FUCK YES! FUCKFUCKFUCK," Carol screamed as her orgasm continued. "Here I cum again. Lick it Mike. Lick it hard." Both women were cumming like crazy, and both men were drinking down all the juice that was flowing out of the women. Even after her orgasm was over, Jan was still hot and ready for more sex.. Mike had pulled back from Carol, and Jan leaned over, kissing him on the lips. For the first time she tasted another woman's pussy on Mike's face. Surprisingly, it was even sexier than when she tasted herself. there. Jan forced her tongue into his mouth, reveling at the taste of Carol's cum. Leaning back, Jan pulled Stan up by his shoulders and started kissing him. Now she was tasting herself, but on a strange man's face. She didn't know what to think because it was turning her on so much. She reached down and took Stan's cock in her hand. She was glad to find that it was already rock hard. Definitely 10 plus inches. "I need to be fucked." Turning to Carol, she said, "Is it okay if Stan fucks me? I really need it." "Go for it girl," Carol responded. "I'm sure Mike would like to fuck you too, Carol. That's right, isn't it Mike. Wouldn't you like to fuck Carol." Mike could only nod dumbly, hardly recognizing the woman his wife had become. "I think it's time we went to the bedroom," Carol said. "We'll all be a lot more comfy there." Almost jumping from the hot tub, Jan said, "Then let's go." Stan climbed out and Jan grabbed a towel and began drying him off. When she got to his crotch, she continued rubbing long after she got the water off. Mike and Carol were standing beside them, their wet, naked bodies pressed together as they kissed passionately. "Break it up, you two, and lead us to the bedroom. We've got some serious fuckin' to do." Jan vaguely wondered who was doing that talking through her mouth. It couldn't be her. She was too prim and proper for that. But whoever it was, that strange, wild woman sure did want Stan's big cock between her legs. "Who is that woman?" Mike said to Stan. "And what did you do with my wife?" He couldn't believe what a wonderful slut Jan had become. She seemed intent on crossing every boundary tonight. It was like a dream come true. Jan grabbed Mike, pulled him against her and gave him a big kiss. "Come on, Honey," she said. "Let's go do the neighbors." With that, they all headed inside. When they got to the bedroom Jan saw that they had a king sized bed with a chenille bedspread on it. "We'd better pull this thing off," she said. "I think we permanently stained one with our wet spot this afternoon." "Good plan," Carol said. Together the women pulled the spread down and folded it in the corner. "What about the sheets?" Jan asked. "They have so many cum stains on them already, a few more won't make any difference." With that, the two women got up on the bed and lay on their backs with the two men positioning themselves on top of them. Stan was poised over Jan, his face right in front of hers. As she leaned up and kissed him she could feel the head of his hard cock against her pussy lips. Slowly he entered her, sliding gently inside until she felt fuller than she ever had before. When she felt his balls against her ass she realized that she had the whole thing in her pussy. "That feels so good," she whispered. Stan began moving in and out, taking her slowly and steadily. Jan shuddered with the pleasure. Next to her, Carol was saying, " Do it hard, Mike. Fuck me hard." Jan could hear the slap of Mike's hips against Carol's thighs as he pounded in and out of her. Unexpectedly, Mike paused, leaned over and kissed on Jan's nipple. It felt so good. Not just her tit, but the thought that even while he was having another woman Mike still wanted to play with her. A moan came out of Jan as Stan started speeding up. Again and again he drove into her, his balls bouncing against her with every thrust. Jan tightened her pussy around him on each out-stroke, then relaxed when he slammed back in. Each stroke drove her closer and closer to what she knew was going to be her biggest orgasm of the night. "Yes Mike," Carol went on. "You make my cunt feel so good. I'm getting close, Mike. Fuck me harder." Seemingly inspired by his wife's passionate words, Stan started slamming into Jan even harder. She was right on the edge of a huge explosion of lust when Stan suddenly stopped. He leaned back, forcing himself even deeper into her cunt. Jan tightener herself around him as it hit her. As she started cumming, Jan began wildly bucking and squirming under Stan's weight. The feel of that giant cock inside had set her whole body on fire. Just as it started to ebb a little, Stan started moving in and out again, setting off another, bigger explosion. She knew her pussy was flooding him. Abruptly Stan stopped again. Throwing his head back, Stan let out a yell as loud as any she had ever heard from a man. That's when a stick of dynamite went off inside her. Stan was cumming and it felt as if his cum was on fire. Then Mike joined in the screaming. Jan realized that Mike was shooting his own load into Carol's cunt. Both the women thrashed about, seemingly pinned to the mattress by the squirting cocks inside them. Just when Jan thought she might pass out from the excitement, it ended. Stan literally collapsed on top of her, his rapidly deflating dick still stuck inside. She realized that their combined cum was pouring out of her. "So much for these sheets," she thought. Next to her, she saw that Mike had also collapsed and was lying halfway across Carol. He moved slightly until he was kissing Jan hard on the lips. They were both too weak even to extend their tongues, kissing just lip to lip. Stan rolled off her while she and Mike ended their kiss. The four of them lay quietly next to each other, not even Carol speaking for a while. Finally, Carol could not contain herself any longer. "You two are so fucking hot. That was incredible." "Yes it was," Jan responded. "It certainly was." Turning to her husband, she said, "Mike, I love you so much. Thank you." "No, thank you," he said. "Thank you for the best dessert I've ever had."