0 comments/ 68768 views/ 5 favorites My Dream By: Annie It was a warm summer evening. My husband was out of town on a business trip, so I decided to ask my girlfriend, Brandi, over for dinner to commiserate with me, since her boyfriend was also out of town on the same trip with my husband. I fixed us a nice dinner, put my girls to bed, then we sat down to drink some more wine and have some serious girl talk. We had been laughing and drinking for a couple hours then our talk turned to sex. Brandi is about my height, with long brown hair, brown eyes, and lips to die for. And her breasts, well, I could tell they were larger than mine, but I guess the rest was going to have to be left up to my imagination. I had many a fantasy about making love to her. Sucking on her breasts and nipples, making them respond to my touch, working my way down to her pussy; smelling her musky scent, and tasting her luscious pussy. Teasing her clit, making her scream out in orgasm. I had brought myself off plenty with those little fantasies. Brandi knew I was openly bi and she had never really asked about it, but, for some reason, she did on this particular night. She started asking me more and more questions about it. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute. She asked me about my experiences, good and bad. As I told her about some of my more memorable experiences, I could see her squirming where she sat. I took that as a good sign. I thought to myself "I am really getting to her." I could feel that my thong undies were soaked through and my pussy was throbbing. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it wasn't, I am not sure, but I was willing to take my chances. I grabbed the wine bottle and told her to follow me. I led her to my bedroom and had her sit on the king-size bed. I turned to lock the door, put on some relaxing music, and lit a few candles around the room. Soon, the soft sounds of jazz saxophone music swirled through the air. I asked her if she would like to experience what I had been talking about earlier. Brandi slowly nodded her head, showing a bit of apprehension. I told her to relax, and that if, at any time, she felt uncomfortable, I would stop, and would never bring it up again. She seemed to relax at my statement, and let me continue. I sat down next to her on the bed, and slowly, moved my hands to touch her. I brought my face to hers, kissing her sensual lips, slowly at first, then more aggressively. I explored her mouth with her tongue, and she in turn did the same. I started teasing her breasts through her shirt, and slowly she returned the favor. We sat there kissing each other, fondling each other for several minutes. I broke the kiss and stood. I removed my tank top, and let my breasts spring free. I was so glad I had decided to go braless. Brandi looked up at me and I smiled at her. I took her hands and helped her up. I embraced her closely and kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, all the while rubbing my hands up and down her back side, sliding my hands on her ass, grinding my pelvis into hers. I then removed her tank top and bra. What marvelous tits this woman had, at least a 38c, mine were only about a 36c, and beautiful rose-tipped nipples that begged to be sucked. I pulled her closer to me so that our bare breasts could touch each other, the sensation rocked me and I felt myself dripping even more now. I started caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, making them nice and hard, like rocks. Brandi started to moan a little, relaxing more and more, letting my hands and mouth do their job. As I did that, I moved my hands down her body until I reached her pussy area. I started rubbing her through the material of her shorts, and could hear her breathing getting very rapid and excited. I lay her back onto the bed. "Let me show you how good this can feel." Brandi nodded her approval. I kissed her lips once more, got up and finished undressing, so I could be completely nude when I made love to her. I kissed her tits and then moved down to remove her shorts. Her panties were soaked, I took a second and inhaled her scent. I even nipped at her clit through her panties and then removed them completely. I slowly rubbed her clit with my fingers and slid them inside her drenched pussy. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I licked her juices off my fingers, and started probing her pussy again. She was starting to moan louder, and moving her hips to meet the thrust of my fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy. I moved away from her pussy, back up to her face, so I could have her suck her juices off my fingers. I swear I heard her moan, and as she did, it sounded almost animalistic. I started back on her luscious tits again. I teased and sucked on them, making her body respond to my every kiss and caress. She then took her cue from me and reached over to start to suck on mine they way I had hers. My body felt like it was on fire. She was a very quick study. She teased my nipples like a pro. I could feel myself start to cum and told her as much. I kissed her deeply, and told her to lie back again and enjoy the pleasure I was about to give her. I started teasing her clit again with my fingers, at first, but I couldn't take anymore. I had to taste her, make her cum with my mouth and tongue. I was like a woman possessed! I drove my tongue deep inside her dark, extremely wet, hole. She tasted wonderful. She was so wet, and her scent was intoxicating, I could feel my own juices running down my thighs. I started teasing her clit, which was huge from excitement. I slid two fingers in and out of her, til I hit her g-spot. I was fingering her furiously and nibbling on her clit for all it was worth. She was moaning, pulling at the sheets, and grinding her pussy harder into my face. I, myself, was getting so wet, I knew I would need release, and soon. All of the sudden, Brandi screamed she was going to cum hard. I moved my mouth to her opening and let her juices flood over my face. I drank of her fountain eagerly. When she finally came down, I moved up and kissed her lustily. I wanted to share her juices, her taste, with her. She moaned and told me she felt so good. What she said next really floored me. She asked me to teach her to do what I did to her, so she could properly thank me for the great orgasm. She proceeded to tell me that she never knew how good it could feel with another woman, how the sensations were, somehow, different. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. This woman who had never wanted to have sex with another woman was asking me to show her how to. So I naturally did the only thing I could, I taught her. Brandi was a bit apprehensive at first, but she proved herself to be a very quick study. She made my nipples hard as little steel balls, and my clit ached so bad, that I knew if I didn't get release soon I was going to explode. She started playing with my clit, unsure at first, but with growing confidence with every stroke. She then moved her mouth to my pussy, slowly but surely mastering the art of eating pussy. I was moaning at first, then suddenly, screaming out, rewarded her efforts by flooding her face with my very intense orgasm. I pulled her close to me, and we shared a very intense kiss. The taste of the others on our lips mingled together for a very intoxicating kiss. The feeling was, to say the least, very awesome. Brandi and I lay together in each others arms under the covers, talking. She expressed hope that we could engage each other like this again, and I told her anytime she wanted to was perfect. We spent the rest of the night exploring each others bodies, reaching equally intense orgasms, before finally falling into an exhaustive sleep. Needless to say, when our men got home, they were going to be in for a real treat - but that is another story. My Dream I was sleeping in your bed all snuggled up and warm under the covers that we share sometimes when you came into the bedroom last night. You leaned down barely brushing your lips against mine just enough for me to awaken to see your wonderful face in front of me. Your tongue traced my mouth, my lips opened to take your tongue in but you pulled away from me. Your hands explored my face, neck, shoulders. Your lips placed soft kisses all over me, I arched my back pressing my breasts up to you, wanting your attention there also. You whispered into my ear that I was your whore, you would touch me when you got ready, not when I was ready. You reminded me that you owned me, body and soul, maybe I needed something that would help me to remember that and to not act like the wanton slut that I truly am. I feel a shiver run through me as you are whispering these words to me. Fear or anticipation? some of both. Your punishments always make me feel so complete, so whole...I need them, I deserve them, I want them. As you are whispering to me your hands reach down and take my wrists bringing them up above my head and securing them to the headboard. Your lips met mine, kissing me softly at first, then deeper and harder...when you were finished with your kiss, you bit my bottom lip hard sending a sharp wave of pain through me. Your tongue and teeth moved down to my nipples, licking and biting all the way. Your tongue wets my nipple, your teeth bare down on it then pull it up and even farther up stretching and pulling them. I am hurting but it feels so good...your hand slaps my other tit jolting me back to reality...that I am your whore and I am where I want to be, where I deserve to be. Your hand reached down between my legs and you shoved your fingers deep inside my pussy. You took them out just as fast...you just wanted to see how wet my cunt was for you. I hoped your were pleased...you gave me your fingers to clean my pussy juices off of. I licked and sucked on them like it was your cock in my mouth. When you pulled them away from me...I begged you to give them back or to please give me something else to suck. You told me since I was such a good girl for my cunt being nice and wet when you wanted it to be that I could suck your cock. You untie my wrists and sit on the edge of the bed so I can kneel in front of you to have my reward. I slowly lick the head of your cock and lap up your precum. I feel your hands coming across the back of my head, they just rest there. I start to take you into my mouth when you push me hard onto you, stuffing your cock into my mouth...I open wide trying to take all of you in...I want to please you so much... You pull my head back and push it down again, fucking my mouth hard. I keep up the pace you have set the best I can but my mouth becomes tired and I start to slow down. You lift me up till I'm standing up in front of you. Your hands grab me by the tits and pull me to you, you bite me, making me cry out from the pain and because I need you. You tell me to step back, turn around and bend over, to show you my slut pussy. I slowly do as you have ordered. You pop my ass for not responding quick enough to your command. Your fingers reach up and explore every part of my shaved pussy but never do you go inside. I am so wet that my juices are leaking out of my pussy, and you tell me that I am yours to do what ever you want to. You pull on my pussy lips spreading them apart and tell me to hold them there. You get two clothes pins and pinch my nipples with them...leaving them there. The next pin you get you pinch my clit with and leave it too. I beg you to please fuck me...I need your cock inside of me...please...I am begging you...slam it inside of me hard and fast. You like to hear me beg for you don't you? You don't care what I'm begging for...just that I'm begging...gives you more power over my body. my needs...my desires... You stand up behind me, taking your cock and rub it against my pussy teasing me with the head...but then you move to my ass and just slam your cock as deep inside of me as possible. I cry out in shock, pain and pleasure. You reach around to my clit and pull on the pin you attached there sending a wave of pleasure through me. Before I have a chance to get my breath I feel your hand on my ass...spanking me...turning my ass bright red while your cock is inside of it. I am crying and begging you to please let me cum...I need to cum now...you tell me to take the pin off my clit and make myself cum but to not put my fingers inside my pussy. I begin to rub, pull, and pinch on my hard clit as your cock is slamming into my ass making it burn, filling me up till I can't handle anymore. I tell you I am getting ready to cum...I want you to cum all over me...spew your hot cum all over my ass and pussy. I am cumming..now. My pussy is having spasm after spasm thinking of your cum shooting on to it. That's when I woke up. My Dream About You I wanted to write and tell you of a dream I had last night. I'd gone to bed exhausted and barely woke up when my alarm went off this morning. It's surprising that I remember it! I never remember my dreams. Seeing as how the dream was about me and you, I thought I should share it. I think one of the biggest surprises for me was how detailed everything seemed - you, your house, little things - how could I dream those things in such detail when we've never even met? It was quite a moving dream, really. The first event I recall was me arriving at your place to hang out for a while. I'd brought my dog, a boxer, with me (yes, I know I don't really have a dog), so we tied him up out back with your German Shepard. Then we went inside and were sitting in the living room floor, watching TV and talking. The dogs began barking before long, wanting to get lose and play. We laughed as you joked about your dog going crazy and humping my dog. The running joke seemed to be about how horny your shepard always was and how he seemed to try to mount anything that moved. I commented that my dog wouldn't like it too much, and you jumped on your hands and knees, imitating the bark of a pissed off dog. Yea, it looked stupid, but I laughed cause it was also funny. Then you began pumping your hips and howling, mimicking your own dog and...I don't know, it was something other than funny at that second. All I wanted at that moment was for you to fuck me. I know how much you enjoy it when I come up with new and different ways to show you just how much I want you to fuck me, so I rose from the pillow I'd been sitting on to kneel beside you. You were still chuckling, but stopped as you saw me lean forward while pulling my skirt up over my bottom. I gathered the material around my waist, then reached for my panties. When they were around my knees, using my fingers, I opened and exposed myself to you, and quietly asked over my shoulder, 'Will you please fuck my pussy?' Hearing the low growl that was your response, I knew we were in for a great afternoon. You placed your hands on my ass and leaned over to kiss me high up on my right cheek. The next one came lower, closer to where the back of my thigh joined with my butt, and finally I felt your mouth on my lips. I moaned lightly as you sucked my clit quickly into your mouth. Unquestioningly, I opened my knees further and tilted my hips to give you better access. You removed your mouth just as quickly, however, and replaced it with two fingers. One of the things I always adored about being with you was how you used your fingers before taking me. You wasted no time manipulating your fingers in my pussy to get me off in less than a minute. Not pausing or letting up, you slid a third finger in and proceeded to fuck me with your hand while I came 5 or 6 times on my hands and knees in your living room floor. After I was sufficiently sex-crazed, you grasped my long, auburn hair with one hand and pulled my head back, to whisper in my ear, 'You really want it bad, today, don't you?' I love it when you talk to me that way, so I moaned an affirmative response. Continuing, you said, 'Well, I think we're almost ready, aren't we? But isn't there something I should do before I fuck you?' 'Yes, yes, yes, yes,' I pleaded. 'Please will you spank me before you fuck me?' At that exact moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to feel your hand smacking my ass while your hand pulled my hair and my pussy waited to be penetrated. Moving behind me, you pulled my hair so my back was arched and my face pointed up towards the ceiling. I could feel your hard cock against my thigh and I pushed my hips backwards in anticipation. Suddenly, your free hand came cracking down on my butt-cheek. More slaps reigned down in quick succession, stinging and warming my ass. I was moaning and begging wantonly, uncontrollably for you to fuck me, hard, now, please, just put your cock inside me! Finally, you obliged. Slowly, you ceased spanking me and loosened up on my hair a bit. I felt you pressing the head of your hard cock against my slit. You love teasing me, so you slowly slid up and down the length of my pussy, rubbing hard and quickly over my clit. I was almost crying I wanted it so badly. Finally, with no warning you slammed fully into me. Both of your hands went to my hips, so you could fuck me as hard as you wanted. I lay my forehead on the floor and simply squealed with delight as you began fucking me with such intensity that I didn't think you'd have stopped, even if I'd begged you to. Your fingers bit cruelly into the flesh of my hips as your cock drove in and out of me. I was coming like crazy, both of us wet with it. It went on like that for some time, until both our knees were rubbed raw from the carpet. We laughed at the burn on my right knee momentarily, then you sat, and pulled me to straddle your still erect cock. I climbed on, sliding you into me so I could ride you. We both love that position; me because I can have it exactly as I want, and you because you love to watch me just go insane. I always feel so embarrassed when you laugh at me for throwing my arm in the air, but that never seems to stop it from happening. I lose all capacity for rational thought when your cock is inside me, I admit it. Finally, I am becoming exhausted, and you lift me off you so we can finish. Pulling my head to your lap, I grin because finishing you with my mouth is my favorite way to end things. As I swallowed the length of you, I could smell and taste myself and you. Your hands in my hair guided the pace and within a couple minutes you were pulling me back so you could come on my chest. As we collapsed together in a pile of sweaty limbs, I giggled through the hazy afterglow. My Dream Becomes Reality Ch. 01 I have made the decision that this will be a multi-part story, but haven't decided how many parts there will be. If you have any comments, requests, or feedback I would love to hear it. -Beginnergurl ----------------------------------------------- I have always had the fantasy of being with another woman, but I was scared that I would get in there to freeze up. I mean I knew what I wanted and in theory I should know what another woman should want, but what if my execution was horrible? Well, after grappling with the idea for a couple of months I finally expressed my fantasies and fears to my boyfriend. He was very understanding of my dilemma (but what guy wouldn't be if his girlfriend just told him that she wants to be with another woman) and suggested that we try a threesome so that way I could have my experience and if I should happen to freeze up he would be there to help me out. I thought about it for a couple of days and decided that it was a pretty good plan. So once it was decided we got together and went out to a bar to find the perfect target. I told him my specifications. She had to be tall with legs for days. I wanted someone with creamy, chocolate colored skin and an hourglass shape that resembled my own. I wanted someone with nice, full tits and a great ass. I needed someone who had an air about her, like she knew that she was the shit, but didn't act like her shit doesn't stink. I wanted someone who knew how to dress for her body and how to strategically show some skin without being mistaken as a "lady of the night." I knew exactly what I wanted because I had been seeing her in my dreams for months. In my dream I reveal piece of skin at a time and kiss it and it would taste as sweet as it looked. I remove her shirt and make my way to her nipples. I am always be taken aback by how delicious the dark areola looks against her sweet chocolate skin. I quickly recover from my fascination and bend my head down and take a quick lick. The lick is enough to cause her breath to catch and emboldened by her response, I lean down and take her entire nipple into my mouth and suck lightly. I personally enjoy a little nipple biting, so I bite hers and very lightly roll it between my teeth and she moans. I love knowing that I was the cause of that reaction. I slowly work my way down her smooth, flat midsection. I always marvel at the fact that the skin in this area felt like silk. My kisses are given generously because I love the feeling of that silky skin on the tip of my tongue. At this point I pull away and hear her whimper, wanting me to come back. I make her stand up so that I can remove her skirt. As I bring it down I am always surprised by her panties or more specifically the lack thereof. She is clean shaven, just the way I like, and already I can see her arousal glistening at her lips. As I explore it almost seems as if they are pouting because I am not paying enough attention to them. In my head I tell them that they will receive their attention in time. For the moment I go down to her feet to remove her shoes. I work my way up her right leg with kisses and licks slowly making my way past her calf and knee and up to her thigh. I am almost to her center and I can smell her arousal and feel her writhing beneath me, begging for me to touch her, but I don't. I go back down and repeat the process on the left leg and as I get back up to the position that I was in before I suddenly sit up and act like I have been distracted and am going on to do something else. She sits up on her elbows and looks at me incredulously and tells me that if I don't do something now I will regret it when her turn comes. I chuckle and lie back down between her legs and look at her and I can see the cum forming in a little pool at her opening and I can't help but to reach out with my tongue and lick it. She moans and arches her back. I go back in and take another lick. Oh my, she tastes amazing. It is a mixture of sweet and spicy and I am instantly hooked. I dive in and begin to lick ferociously. My tongue darts in and out of her and I hear her moan and feel her writhe. I suddenly remember that I don't want to make her cum too quickly so I roll over to the nightstand and bring out my favorite toy, an eight inch chocolate brown dildo that is about three fingers thick and vibrates. I bring the toy over and run it up and down her wet slit and watch as she arches and tries to get me to put the toy inside of her. As I tease I chuckle to see her face and at the very moment that she relaxes because she thinks that I am just going to tease her relentlessly I shove the entire thing up her wet and waiting pussy. I hear it squelch as I push it in and out and I hear her moaning loudly. I love the fact that her pussy can accommodate the girth of the toy and adjusts so quickly. I begin to rotate my wrist as I push the toy in and out of her. Her hips begin to move back and forth as she tries to speed up my stroke, but I am the one in control. Soon I have her on the brink of an orgasm I stop with the entire toy inside of her and I turn it on. She screams and begins to buck wildly against the toy and I know that she is trying to reach that special place and I decide that she has waited long enough so I bend down and wrap my lips around her waiting clit and suck. I feel her shake and moan and curse as her orgasm overtakes her. Her hips elevate off of the bed as she yells and screams and begs me not to stop. I pull the toy out of her and hear her begin to groan in disappointment and gasp with shock as I quickly replace it with my mouth. I shove my tongue in as far as it will go as I pinch her clit lightly. I use my tongue as a little mini-dick and feel another orgasm begin. Her juices are on my tongue and I feel them going down my throat as she shakes and shivers and tries to calm herself down. She pushes me from between her legs and sits back and pants. She looks at me and all she can say is, "Damn." I always wake up after she cums and I am always left wondering what if? So now as I sit here in the back of this club with my boyfriend on the prowl for my dream woman I wonder will she live up to my lofty expectations? What if I have imagined something so preposterous that no one would be able to satisfy my curiosity? What if I am just supposed to be content with my dreams? As I am going through by uncertainties in my head my boyfriend walks up and says, "Baby, meet Lola" and I realize that the time has come. Will she live up to my expectations? I guess you'll just have to wait and see. My Dream Blonde Let me begin by saying that I've never been with a girl, but I cannot deny that it is something I have always wanted to experience. I've kissed plenty of girls and I've even been to a few strip clubs (and end up extremely aroused). Still, the closest I've come was in the most intense sex dream I've ever had just a few nights ago. It began with my boyfriend and I out for lunch. In business clothes of all things. (We're fresh out of college and both work at small firms that have casual dress codes). Something in me was feeling powerful; executive-esque. There were two girls sitting in the table across from ours. One was a louder brunette. The other, an innocent, gorgeous blonde. The brunette got up to clear their table and, I can't remember what, but something happened that made the four of us acknowledge each other and laugh. This was when I caught a real glimpse of this striking blonde. She had flawless skin, soft blue eyes, and just a touch of rouge on her lips. Our eyes met and I froze. I walked right up to her and kissed her. The brunette and my boyfriend froze with half smiles on their faces, shocked at my audacity. I pulled away immediately and apologized for being inappropriate. Everyone laughed. My boyfriend and I left. But that wasn't good enough for me. Subconsciously wanting to experience more I almost controlled my dreams to show me her again. This time there was a general understanding that her and I would experience one another. We were away in the country. I was now in jeans and a hoody. My boyfriend smiled and said goodbye. She took my hand and we walked. Not too far away in a field there was a blanket laid out beneath a tree. She kneeled to the ground and took me with her. We kissed. The feeling was glorious. Something told me she had always been the shy one. The one pursued by other girls. Now it was her turn to show me a world I had been waiting so long to experience. My subconscious moved us quickly. Before I knew it we were naked and pressed against one another. Still kneeling on the blanket we pulled one another closely. Our breasts touched. This was what I had been waiting to feel. A woman's bosom against my own. Her hard nipples gliding past mine. We pulled each other further into one another, our hands grasping the smalls of one another's backs. Finally we laid down. She pulled a finger through my wet pussy for the first time. It sent a shiver up my spine. I did the same to her. We giggled in anticipation of pleasuring one another. And then, out of nowhere a group of people showed up. Girls. Not there to encourage or join us, but to talk about politics. Somehow we managed to hide under the blanket and no one seemed to know what we were doing. They asked my opinion on whatever their topic was and I answered in a frustrated tone that they should ask someone who cared. In that instant, my blonde had disappeared. I quickly found her (I'm fairly certain we really can control our dreams) and we walked the field looking for someplace else. Then somehow I lost her again. This time I had to search for her. When I found her she was in a house talking with some male friends. Something told me they were attracted to her. Either way, I was jealous they had her attention. I was also anxious to have her. I ran up to her, kissed her, took her hand and beckoned her to come outside with me. To my happiness she followed. Outside of the house there was a sport field of some sort. It was surrounded by a chain link fence and outside of that fence was the occasional grouping of pine trees. I found the perfect spot where we were shielded by the trees and pushed her against the fence. I kissed her passionately and she kissed back. I pulled her top down to reveal her perfect breasts. I loved them. I needed them. I began to lick and suck on one of her nipples while I played with the other. I savored every moment of this. Then, I turned her around and pulled up her jean skirt. While kissing her neck and still feeling caressing her breasts with my left hand, I slowly worked my right hand down her panties. I wanted so badly to sweep her off her feet. First, I gently stroked my fingers across her skin, coming dangerously close to her slit. Then I skidded past her clit, making her shudder. I gently went back and forth lightly over her clit, teasing her to no end. Finally, I slipped my index finger in between her lips and felt her dripping wet sex. I slowly stroked my finger back and forth and then finally slipped my finger in her glorious hole. She was so wet but so tight. She had me dripping as well. But I didn't care about me. I wanted to hear her cum. And I also wanted to taste her. I turned her back around gently nudged her up against the fence. I kissed her lips. Then moved down. Licking her nipples on the way down. Put my hands on her hips and kissed her stomach. Kissed her hip bone. Kissed down to her clit and then let my tongue do the rest.... Or so I wished, because right then, I woke up. My Dream Come True Author’s note: This wish was sent to me by an online male friend, with the hope of someday meeting his fantasy lady. This is his story: * * * * * While I was looking through Literotica for something interesting to read, I thought I would scan the writers' section. About half way down I found a photo of a lovely lady with long wavy hair, a cute smile and very muscular arms. Since only the top half of the photo was showing, I was curious about the bottom half. I finally got up enough nerve to e-mail her and compliment her pretty face. I didn't want to be too bold and scare her off. After many e-mails between us, I felt I was getting to know her on a more personal basis. I discovered she was a photographer and a female body builder. This had me very excited! I have always admired women who took the time and effort to physically build themselves. As time passed we came to be friendlier still. I thought it was time to find out what the rest of her looked like. I asked her if she would send me a nude photo of herself. She was a little shocked and hesitant about the prospect. After I pleaded with her for days, she finally said ok. The next day I opened my mail and there was a message from her with a photo to download. When it popped up on my screen I couldn't believe my eyes! She was nude with more muscles than any man, large firm breasts with huge nipples that were so lovely and screaming to be sucked dry. As my eyes worked their way down to her precious love nest, I saw she was shaved exposing her sweet lips that were small and tight. Right then I knew I had to have this lovely woman, but how? That, I had to figure out! Now! I had to make plans to get into this beautiful creature! The time for my vacation had arrived and I was going to have this woman if it killed me. I called the airlines and made a reservation for the next week. I then e-mailed Ann and told her of my flight times. She was so excited and in tears. She told me she would be waiting at the airport for me. I started to pack early, I was so excited about meeting her. The day finally arrived! I took a taxi to the airport. As usual, I waited for the boarding call. When they announced the flight was now boarding, I jumped from my seat and got in line. After a slight delay, we were off. I would meet the lady I wanted so badly. When we arrived my knees were shaking with anticipation of getting this muscle-bound woman in bed. As I walked down the ramp I looked all around for her, but she was nowhere in sight. So I got my luggage and went outside. I turned my head and saw a white limousine round the corner, which tooted the horn. I walked over and saw it was her. What a surprise I received! "Don," she said, "Get in." Wow what a doll! Strong muscular arms with a mini skirt pulled up to her panties. What a view! This was going to be the greatest vacation ever! As I looked at her, she asked, "How do I look to you?" I said, "Are you kidding? You're so lovely I can't believe this is happening to me!" She said, "It's close to dinner time. I have a reservation and I want to get to know you first before we go to bed." I said, "That's fine by me." Though I didn't mean it, I wanted to get her in bed as soon as possible. We got to the restaurant and I got out first to run around and open her door. As she got out her skirt was up all the way and I could see her lovely pussy through her pink panties. My penis started to get hard. She noticed, smiled and said, "Tonight, Darling, I'm yours." Upon entering the restaurant I noticed it was a little dark. Ann said she had been here many times before. The waiter approached and took us to a quiet dark corner table. "Do you wish a drink?" The waiter said. I said, "A bottle of champagne please." He replied, "Very good sir." Ann and I started to ask questions about the other. I was nervous and didn't want to say the wrong thing as school kids might do. The waiter returned with the champagne and poured for me to taste. After tasting I said, "Fine." He then poured for both. We toasted to love as she smiled and moved closer to me. The waiter took our orders and left us to continue our conversation, which was questions and answers. When the salad was served Ann said, "I need to go to the ladies room." In helping her from the chair, I felt the massive power in her arms. Upon returning she snuggled close and kissed me on the cheek. I knew things were looking up for me. As time passed I placed my hand on her knee which she took hold of and moved to her pussy. To my amazement she had taken off her panties! My fingers explored her tender pussy as I penetrated one finger inside to pleasure her sensitive zone. She whispered in my ear, "Make me cum for you." Searching for just the right area, that I knew would make her squirm, she gently took my fingers to place them………yes! Just the right spot! I moved my fingers slowly up and down as her eyes closed. She squeezed her legs together trapping my hand in her wet pussy. She started to tremble. Faster, deeper I moved my fingers, rubbing her wet pussy and with a moan she came! My hand was soaking wet with her hot juices. I thought she was going to break my hand as she tightened her vagina muscles. It felt like a vise gripping my hand. She finally relaxed as I slowly pulled my soaked hand free. We finished our meal and were ready to leave when I noticed where she had been sitting was soaking wet. If she only knew what else I had in store for her. We left the restaurant feeling the heat of passion. The limousine had gone but Ann had this all arranged. She took my hand and we walked to where she had parked her car, opened the door for her and after she was in, I quickly loaded myself into the car. I looked at her and she had the biggest grin on her face. "Don, I've never orgasmed so intense from a man’s hand in my life." I pulled her to me and gave her the most passionate kiss I ever gave a woman. Our tongues met with such fervor, as I traveled my hand up her leg to again, finger her wet pussy. She was incredibly wet! I buried two fingers deep inside her. Moaning, she pressed her lips harder to mine forcing her tongue deep inside my mouth. Quickly she stopped. "Don please take me home and fuck me hard!" "Lets go." I said. My dick was so hard, I felt I had to unzip to let it out, or my pants would rip. When I did, she grabbed me pumping my hardened cock. I couldn't hold back!! "Ann, I'm cumming!" She pulled the car to the curb and enveloped her mouth over me just as I came. She swallowed every drop of my hot cum sucking thoroughly, making sure she had it all. My legs felt weak as this powerful woman took me over the top. After recomposing we drove on to her home and parked in the driveway. With us soaring from the moment, she said, "Don, lets take a shower. My pussy is dripping wet. Tonight I need to be fucked in every way and hard." I figured tonight I was going to fuck this powerful woman in every hole she has. I had dreamed about this moment together with her and tonight she was in for a surprise! When Ann and I walked through the door to her home, I saw she already had a fire in the fireplace. "Darling, let’s shower we can dry off by the fireplace." As I followed her into the bathroom we quickly undressed. I saw muscles on her that I have never seen on any woman. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her muscular body and her breasts were large, upright and firm. I put my arms around her and held her tight, slipping my hands down to her muscular butt. What a wonderful feeling! I kissed her with desire, lowering my lips to those lovely nipples, sucking with tenderness and ardor. "Don, after our shower I want you to suck my pussy until I explode in your mouth." Freshly showered, we went to the fireplace to dry off. She then rose to go to the refrigerator for a bottle of champagne. My beautiful Ann handed me the champagne bottle to open as I admired such a lovely muscular body. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and I wanted tonight to be the best night of our lives. I poured champagne, sitting by the warm fireplace holding and touching each other’s heated bodies. She lowered her head to my penis taking all of it in her lovely mouth. Slowly I turned making sure her mouth stayed glued to my throbbing cock. I worked my way to her tight pussy forcing my tongue deep inside that sweet tasting cunt. I then started lapping at her as a dog laps at water. I felt her quivering. Her pussy was flowing with her nectar into my mouth. She grabbed me so tight I had trouble breathing! She came in wave after wave! Her love juices were flowing fast as I tried to take it all in my mouth. She was quivering so much her juices were everywhere. Resting in each other’s arms, gently kissing the other’s bodies, we had decided on going to the bedroom. Laying down resting for a few minutes I was admiring her lovely, muscular body. Placing my head between her open legs to taste the sweet nectar of her love nest, licking slowly, working my tongue in an out, until my sweet Ann couldn't take anymore. She grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. "Don, fuck me now I can't wait any longer!" I thrust my rock hard cock deep inside her. She wrapped her powerful legs around me, I had no place to go but deeper inside her. Both working up a sweat as I started pumping faster and she was meeting my every movement. She dug her fingernails in my back. Panting, she cried out, "I'm cumming, fuck me harder please!!" Thrusting with everything I had, I exploded in her. Wildly she came, digging her nails in my back drawing blood. It was amazing!!! I couldn’t believe the force of how we came! We were exhausted! She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Oh Don, my feelings for you are so deep, please stay with me. I need you to be by my side forever, My Darling." Laying in each other’s arms so satisfied with our romantic encounter we explored the other’s bodies. I still was aroused! She laid there in all her beauty and I began to taste those huge breasts sucking on her nipples while fingering her VERY wet pussy. She started to rhythmically move, meeting my fingers as I stroked her clit. Her breathing became faster as she was getting hotter. Her snatch was tightening on every stroke of my cum soaked fingers. I slowly lowered my fingers to her tight ass hole. Inserting one finger as far as it would go. She said, "Honey put in more fingers." With two fingers probing her ass, she whispered to me, "Please fuck my ass." When I heard that, I gently rolled her on her stomach and placed my cock at her opening. With my pre-cum and her juices, I was able to gently slide my cock in as far as it would go. I placed my hands under her large breasts and lightly squeezed her nipples. I started pumping in and out faster with each stroke. I felt my energy somewhat draining but continued to pump her lovely ass as fast as I could. Hearing her moan and whimper made me more determined to cum. At the last moment, I shot my hot load in her waiting ass. She was flooded with cum, as I tried to pull out she tightened her butt muscles trapping my cock in her ass. She wouldn’t let go! Rolling on her side taking me with her she said softly, "Darling I'm going to hold your penis in me until morning." I laid trapped inside this powerful woman and felt completely satisfied...at last! We fell asleep together and I wondered what tomorrow would bring for this lovely woman and myself. But that's another story. My Dream Come True Lately, I have been wondering what it would be like to be with two men that fuck each other with me with them watching and partaking. I have been seeing Rob, who was very open with me about his thirst for men. I have also being seeing Don. Don found me on an adult playing site. He answered my call for a younger man that was wondering what it would be like to be with an older, voluptuous women. Don is also married and has two little girls Rob is a soft-spoken man, married man with two kids. His sex life with his wife was ok, but he was hungry for something else. A man's cock. He couldn't tell his wife that... she just wouldn't understand. So, Rob went in search of his dream. I do not intend to stay with either man. They both know this from the start. Also that they would be very safe about me not telling anyone about us. However, they didn't know about each other. Neither did I know about these two men meeting up with each other. They had each found each other on the same site as Don & Rob found me. I know it's confusing but bare with me. Don is a handsome man, beautiful blue eyes, dark short hair, & a soft almost shy smile. His lips are soft and hungry for kisses. He is very well built, muscular, and a cock that is mmm, mmm, good!! His cock is thick and long .We meet on several occasions as he works here in town. Rob is a bit thinner, a little older, sandy blonde hair with a few streaks of greying in the temples making him look so sexy. He is a very hairy man, alllllll over his body and a cock that loves to be sucked. He loves to bring his toys to play with as well. I have just met Rob and we talked about maybe getting another man to join us. However, that was going to be later as we were still in the exploring stages. He has a wonderful touch, soft and tender. I was e-mailing them both pics of my tits I just took after my surgery. (I just had Open Heart Surgery). I was hoping that the scar wasn't going to scare them off. Rob had noticed a familiar address. It was Don's. He emailed me right away. Excitingly he writes: "Rita, you know what we talked about the last time we met? Well, it seems we both know "mecanlikman". Can I tell him we know each other." My heart skipped a beat. "Oh my gwaddddd... YESSSSSSS" I wrote back. I went on line that afternoon and chatted with Don. He was still at work. I asked him if Rob had gotten a hold of him. Don was silent. I asked if he was ok. Don said he was but was embarrassed. I typed back.... "Why on earth?? It was the sexiest thing I had heard in a very long time". Then I asked if he would be interested in a threesome with Rob & me. I told him about my fantasy. He was surprised and relieved, and then excited. I set it up.. We were all to meet here, as my kids are all on their own. Both Men had been here so they knew how to get here. . It was the longest day in time, I'm sure. We all felt that way. They day seemed to just drag on forever only because we wanted it to be after supper. Finally, work was over and the boys would soon be here. I brought out the futon, lit all my candles and put on some sexy sax music. I went in and took a long hot bath. I wanted to make sure I was very clean allllllll over. I concentrated on my cunt lips as I always have shaved them. I even concentrated on my ass. Mmmmmmmm it felt good as the razor softly glided over it. My tits seemed fuller tonight. My nipples longer. I sat at the table and put on my make-up& did my hair. I had spent special time to look exceptionally sexy for them tonight. I had on a black and red teddy that emphasised my full tits. The back was very low and the ass was a thong. Then I put on my favourite "fuck –me" shoes. It was both men's favourite outfit. I looked at the time. They would be here any time now. I poured them both their favourite drinks. Don, a beer & Ron, red wine. I poured myself a rye & coke, and sat for a bit, looked around to make sure everything was good. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.... They are here!! I rose from the chair and went to the intercom. " Hello?" "Hi Babe!! We are here..." "Great cum in!!" I rang them up and in a few mins; there was a tapping at the door. I put my drink down and answered the door. " Hi Guys, Ready for some fun? " Rob said: WOW! You look great!! Dona said " You've lost some weight, glad not your tits!!" We all laughed. "Cum in guys.." I handed them their drinks and we sat and chatted for a bit. We giggled at the fact that we all thought about each other for the other partner. After we each had three drinks, Don was the first to make a move. His hand on Rob knee looked soft and warm as he looked into Rob's face. His hand started up towards Rob's crotch. Don had his hand rubbing the growing bulge in Rob's pants and looked straight into Rob's eyes as he moved his hand up and reached for his pants and belt. He slowly undid them without saying a word and I watched the growing lust in my eyes as he pulled Rob's pants apart and reached in to caress his cock. After a minute or two, he pulled Rob's shorts down and let his hard cock spring out into the air, free from its constraints. He ran his hand up and down the length and played with the slit a little before he looked up at me. "Like what you see, Rita?" "Fuck Yeah!! I just wanna watch for a while if that's ok with you guys?" "You watch as I suck your nipples, and Don can continue sucking my cock," replied Rob. He smiled with that sexy smile he has. " Mmmmmmmmm, OKKKKK!!" I slide quickly over to Rob. Don was on his knees. He licked around the head of Rob's cock and bobbed a couple of times up and down. I slipped off my shoulder strap to expose my tit to Rob. He eagerly grasped the nipple and began to suck hard. Instantly the juices in my cunt started to flow. I sighed at his touch. Don manipulated Rob's cock with his tongue and massaged his balls. It didn't take long until Rob felt his balls starting to tighten. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm Don, slow down I want to last all night " Don took Rob's cock out of his mouth and looked over at me. "You enjoy this, don't you?" he said. " Fuck Yeah. It truly is the sexiest sight on earth" I sighed. I nodded. I felt him get up and I flowed him with my eyes to see him taking his clothes off. His cock was hard and it was sticking straight out in front of him. He turned towards me and his cock swung towards my mouth. I opened it and he pushed his cock into me, sliding it in slowly until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I sucked on him as he slid back out again. "You love the taste of cock too, don't you?" he asked as he slid it back into me again. I moaned. I had a cock in my mouth and a mouth on my tit. "Oh yeah. That feels so good," he said, taking my head in his hands and holding me against his crotch. "Keep sucking me. It feels so good." Rob reached around to Don, grabbed his ass cheeks, and pulled him into me. Don was still holding my head as I sucked him. I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. "MMMMM don't stop" Rob pulled him to me again and I engulfed his cock, licking it up and down and sucking on the head. He groaned as I did and I cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing them gently as I continued sucking him. With the other hand, I grabbed Rob's cock, and stroked up and down. Both men were moaning at the touch of my mouth and my hands. Rob said "Ok, Guys, My turn" He pulled me down beside him and pushed me onto my back. He spread my legs and he leaned down to take my juices in his mouth. Don lowered the futon to give us more room to play. There was my pussy practically calling to Rob. He bent his head down and licked my pussy for a few moments. I spread my legs and guided Rob's head to my bare cunt. Rob began licking my pussy, tasting the slippery cream that flowed from between my legs. My legs were wide enough that my cunt lips gaped open, and my pink anus was easily available and my clit hard as a rock. Rob licked up and down my cunt lips sucking the lips as he slid down to my vagina. Then he flicked his tongue on the way up to my clit, which was now standing out like a mini penis. While Rob was busy eating my cunt, his ass was in the air and Don was licking and sucking on Rob's ass. Don pushed Rob's legs further apart and really started sucking on his ass hole, trying to stick his tongue up inside Rob. With one hand, Don grabbed his legs and with the other, spread his cheeks apart. Now Don had complete access to Rob's hole and Don started sucking and licking harder and harder. Rob jumped a little as Don's tongue entered him and groaned loudly again and again. Don rolled his tongue so it was like a small penis and started to butt fuck him with it. He was squirming even more as I did and I found it hard to keep my clit on Rob's tongue .Don plunged his tongue in and out of him several more times and then ran a finger around Rob's ass, all the time, watching as it expanded and accepted his finger. I kept my head up to watch both men satisfying each of us together. It was fucking marvellous. Then I was so close to coming I asked to switch positions. I was on my hands and knees Rob stayed on the couch as I sucked his cock. Don wanted to have me doggy style, he slowly slid that big cock of his in my pussy, I just shook all over till I got adjusted to it, He was so long and thick tonight. Don was being careful not to hurt me. Slowly in and out he glided. He watched Rob and I as he fucked my juicy cunt. As I sucked Rob, I reached for some lube and spread some on my fingers. Slowly I inserted one finger at a time until I got three fingers in his ass. He groaned loudly at my touch and pushed his ass against my fingers. I moved so I could raise his leg and leaned down, licking his balls and scrotum. Again, he groaned at my touch and I raised his legs even further until he was on his back, his legs up over his head and Rob's ass hole in plain view. Don started to fuck me harder as he watched me lick and suck Rob's ass. I thrust my fingers in and out of him a few more times and then took them completely out of his ass. I moved up and pointed to Don " I want your hard cock in his ass" I moved to let the head of Don's cock entering him .I had prepared Rob's ass for Don and now it was an easy entry. Don sighed "His ass is so tight around my cock. I had never felt anything so tight before and I wanted to enjoy it for a few minutes. Fuckkkkkkkkkkk" Don stopped to feel the tightness then pushed in further. Then slowly rocked back and forth enjoying Rob's ass. I waited a moment longer then pulled Rob's cock slowly back down and forth, stopping with only to engulf the head inside my mouth .I hungrily suck up and down licking as I sucked his long cock. I stopped and waited again and he squirmed against me. I felt almost heady as I was fucking his cock with my mouth and Don was fucking his soon to fill it with his hot cum. I felt in complete control. Rob stopped us and changed positions again only this time Rob eased his hard cock into Don's ass. Robs was still on his back legs straight, Don on his cock and my wet cunt on his mouth. Don leaned over and got a cloth to wash off his cock. He then guided my head to his cock as Rob fucked his ass and ate my cunt. Don squirmed against me and I started to slowly suck his cock in and out. I could see his face and there was a small tear forming in his eye as Rob started to thrust faster and deeper. Don Kept in rhythm, ass, mouth, ass, mouth, until he couldn't take it any more. "Oh yeah," Don yelled. "Fuck me hard. I want your cock to fill me with your hot come. I want to feel you explode inside me. Please, fuck me harder. Turn around Rita I wanna fuck you and cum in you when Rob cums in me." I straddle Rob to face him face to face. Rod is now in Don's ass. Don's cock is in my cunt and Rob is suck my nipple hard and I am fingering my clit. Rob exploded inside him. Don yelled out when he felt Rob's cum hit the end of his canal, its heat washing the insides of him. "Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.. I cumming Rita." He exploded in pleasure and I made it as intense as I could. My cunt went into convulsions and my body thrashed wildly in extreme pleasure. We smelled and tasted delicious, as our secretions seemed to pour out of us, while continued to lick and tease each other. Getting ready for round two. Our wildest fantasy came true... and there will be more to come that's for sure, this was only the beginning of wild adulterer sex!! My Dream Comes True 1 -- The Introduction So, there I was. On my knees, naked, hands bound behind my back and the huge cock of my new Arab master in my mouth as he towered over me. In his right hand was the leather strap he had just used to whip me. My back was still stinging from the whipping. His left hand was wrapped around my long blond hair as he bobbed my head back and forth at the rhythm he demanded. I knew that in a few short minutes, he would stream a load of cum into my mouth. And, as he was a true Arabian, he would expect nothing short of my swallowing every bit of it. That was my secret fantasy. An astounding sequence of events brought me to where I am today. My name is Ann McDonald. I am a senior in college in the general studies program. Life for me had been 'normal', I guess. I had friends who I hung around with. I did okay in my classes. But this last field trip would be the end of college life for me and a new beginning. It all began several weeks ago as my International Studies class left for the field trip to the Aqobon Oasis in southeastern Saudi Arabia. Eight of us, four male and three female students, and Professor Harkins had been invited to visit the area on a cultural exchange visit. This would be the exercise that would cap our semester and finish the school year. The entire trip had been financed by the father of Kosi Amman, one of the female students. He had set up the trip for us last year as a gift to the department. Kosi came across as hard and, at times, hateful. She did not have much patience for American partiers (like me). I tried to talk to her on several occasions about her home. She said I could not conceive of how life was in her homeland, and then she would change the subject. Now, I will get to find out first hand. The third female was Joyce Hamilton, my roomie and best friend. She was beautiful; she was well-proportioned physically. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes and seemed to be able to hold a tan year round. On the other hand, I was blond, had blue eyes and skin that was milky white. I was not built quite to her level of dimension, but I could turn an eye. And, we were both in the hunt for 'the right man.' So many of the men we knew were sissies. It was one disappointment after another. Where are the real men, anyway? I knew I would find the one someday. After all, every girl knew that there was a man out there somewhere who is destined for her. We were excited about the trip. Joyce and I had already travelled together to Europe, to China and Japan, and to the Australian Outback. We had travelled on high-speed trains, on camel's backs, on horse's backs, on our own feet, in desert jeeps and in four-seat planes. We had seen people from just about everywhere in the big cities and in the wilderness. We were looking forward to this trip to this out-of-the-way oasis in the Middle East. The males on the trip were Howie Morgan, jock and idiot. He had taken me out on a date once. His idea of a good time was crushing beer cans on his forehead. It was probably the most productive thing his skull had ever done. He would be the last man I would want to be hooked up with. Joyce had dated him, too. She told me he wanted to handle her boobs the entire time because he was certain they were fakes and he wanted to find the 'fill plug'. What a jerk. Jim Mitchell, good student and wimp. He was pleasant to talk to, but I could probably go 5 for 10 against him in arm wrestling. He was the most outstanding academic member of our class. Avery Mitchell, Jim's younger brother and more of a wimp and less of a student. He was shy and, I think, he was terrified to even be near a girl. Jim and Avery were nice, but they were not into the dating scene. Finally, Akim Ajwan, the exchange student and another book worm. He had started the term late. I had the hots for him. He was an Arab exchange student like Kosi. I think they were from the same general region in Saudi Arabia. He was a dreamboat. I made sure to wiggle my ass and arch my boobs up and out and smile every time I walked passed him, but he seemed oblivious to me. Kosi told me he was here to learn and would worry with his woman after he got back home at the end of the term. That did not jive with the version of male libido that I knew. It just made me want to try all the harder to seduce him. But I never seemed to find anything that would make an impact! It would have taken a bulldozer to pull his attention away from the books. 2 -- The Journey Begins Joyce and I were flying to New York to make the international connection on a later flight than everyone else. We had told everyone that we had a prior engagement. We had told Kosi the truth: we were entrants in a wet-t-shirt contest! She was appalled that we would disrupt the trip and disrespect her father in this way. But she arranged for us to catch an alternate plane anyway about four hours after the others left. She promised not to tell anyone. We genuinely thanked her for her help. We were laughing as we got on the plane. Joyce whispered to me, "Ann, don't you think Kosi will be so proud of me for winning grand prize?" "Not really. I think she is already jealous of you. This will probably push her over the edge." "Hey, you got second place, so won't she be mad at you too?" I acted angry. "Joyce, you know I was the clear winner from a quality standpoint. Apparently, quantity was given more weight than quality. Get it, get it?" I jabbed her side with my elbow. Joyce replied with a bit of sarcasm, "Oh, Ann, why don't you take a job as a stand-up? You're such a natural. But don't you know? When men fondle their women's boobs, they want some flab to ooze out between every one of their fingers. That's a turn on for men. I've got that one nailed. You're probably about a two or three finger oozer! But that is good. Most girls are zeroes." She laughed and got me giggling, too. "At least mine won't be hanging to my knees when I turn fifty. Kosi shouldn't be jealous anyway. Anyone who can wiggle an ass the way she can has nothing to complain about. Those four guys now travelling alone with her now will surely be drooling for the entire trip. Well three of them anyway. If I can't get Akim to notice me, he sure isn't going to notice Kosi!" "I don't know. I think she and Akim are secret lovers!" she sighed with a dainty romantic voice. I knew she was serious. That thought had crossed my mind, too. I did not want to believe it. "Now who's the comedian?" "She does walk nice. I would like to have a walk like hers," Joyce replied a bit more seriously. We looked at each other and giggled some more. Then we both settled down and tried to get some sleep on the long flight. It was going to be a long day or two ahead of us. Once we reached Athens, Kosi's father had arranged for a charter to fly us into the Aqobon region the morning after everyone else arrived. It was a nice touch riding in style. We did not know what Kosi's father did for a living, but he was financially well off whatever it was. As we flew over the Arabian Peninsula I looked down out of the window. There was not much to see but bleak desert and the occasional mountain. There were a few streaks that were roads connecting the small villages and oases. Deep down inside I thought about my personal fantasy. We were about to land in a somewhat remote region of Arabia. Was there a man down there somewhere who could be a master to me? Was that a silly thought? It is the twenty-first century. I was dreaming of a time long ago and a romantic vision that could not exist in the world as it is today. Joyce was looking out the other side. I wonder what she was thinking. She had her own fantasy, I am sure. We all do. Did she want to be manhandled by a virile master like I did? Enough. I know I am wasting my time day-dreaming about something that will never happen. We made it to the regional airport and checked in at the hotel. The desk clerk informed us that the others had decided to continue on before we got there. There was a train ride to our final destination that left at night; it would avoid the desert heat. The next train would be in the morning. The clerk told us that the young lady in the group had already made our reservations for the morning train just before she and the others caught the night train. Kosi was really looking out for the stragglers in the group. We would have to thank her. Of course, without Kosi to aggravate, our day would be a bit more boring than we would have liked. 3 -- Paying the Toll The train was due to leave at 9am. We checked out of the airport hotel and got into a limousine bound for the train station about ten miles north of the town. The limousine was a convertible. Joyce and I rode in the backseat, and the driver and another man who was travelling to Aqobon rode in the front. We had gone about five miles when we approached a row of craggy rock formations and some woods along the river bed that the road followed. The road led through a pass in the rocks. The driver had to slow down because of the narrowness of the road and the potholes, which were huge. We stopped about a mile or so into the woods because the male traveler had to take a leak. There was a wooden bridge just ahead of us. He hopped out and ran into the woods about hundred yards or so, and he took care of business. He was walking back to the car when a gun shot rang out, then another shot. Joyce and I sat up and looked around to see what was happening. In hindsight, it was not a particularly intelligent thing to do. But I had never heard a gun-shot in my life. The driver shouted at us to stay low and to go hide in the woods. He said, "Bandits, I must negotiate with them, they are going to want me to pay a toll to pass over the bridge. Don't let them see you. If they see American passengers the toll will increase by ten times." Joyce and I hopped out of the car. Just ahead of us I saw five men in full Arab dress riding up on horses. It was almost like the scene out of a B-movie. They almost did not look real. Was this some kind of masquerade to fool the tourists? In this run-down area, I had expected to see grungy people trying to lead simple lives. These men were gallant. We hid behind some brush about fifty yards in the woods. The male traveler was still in the woods on the other side of the road. We heard the riders shouting at the driver and he was shouting back. We couldn't understand what they were saying from where we were, but they all seemed pretty upset. Suddenly, one pointed his gun and shot the driver. Two more shot into the woods the other way and they must have been aiming for the traveler. The other two riders dismounted and started walking into the woods on our side. Joyce and I quickly decided it would be a good idea to split up and hide deeper into the woods. There did not seem to be many good hiding places. Two of us together would make an easy target for someone searching. We quietly took off in different directions. I heard one of the men shout. I looked back; he had spotted me. He was tall and had a look of power: broad shoulders and hard look on his face. I began running as hard as I could. I do not know how far I had run when I finally stopped well off the trail and sat inside some bushes where I could not be seen. I was breathing so heavily, I could hardly think. What did they want with us? The driver had said they wanted a toll to cross the bridge. But they were coming after us, Joyce and me. My heart was racing. I looked around and saw no one. I rested for a few more minutes, and then quietly walked further into the woods. I thought I had lost them. But where might Joyce be hiding? I was careful not to get back on the trail. It was not that hard to walk even off the trail as there was not that much underbrush to speak of. I crouched as I moved along. I looked all around me on every step. There was no one in sight. But I had that ominous feeling that there were many eyes on me. 4 -- The Hiding Place I moved around for another hour or so, watching for any signs of the chasers. Up in the distance I saw what looked like a stone tower of some sort. As I carefully approached, I saw that it was an overgrown stone wall that was about ten feet high and looked to be about one hundred feet long. At the angle I approached, it went down the side of an incline and out of sight. It appeared deserted. I looked around and saw or heard nothing. I got up to the wall. It looked ancient. It was overgrown with moss and grass, cracked in some places and crumbling. There was a gravel path at the base of the wall. I did not think anyone had been here in years. The silence was broken when I heard a metallic sound, a thud. Whatever it was, it seemed to be close and it was not a sound I should be hearing out here in the woods. I was panicked. There was a small opening in the wall a few yards down the incline. I ducked in there and crouched out of sight. I took a quick peek out. I saw no one. I looked behind me down the opening; there was a small window at the end about ten feet away. I heard what sounded like muffled voices. I crawled over toward the window on my hands and knees and peered through. The window looked down over a small courtyard. The area was all cobblestoned. There were two gates or doors in the rear. I could not see very much to the left or right, but the courtyard seemed to be rather larger than the outside walls would have indicated. There was a naked girl standing at a post with her hands tied above her head. A man was standing behind her holding a whip. I looked a little harder to make out what was going on: it was Joyce -- they had captured her! The man took the whip and laid it heavily on her back. She screamed. He struck her again and another scream. I began to watch the ordeal and a strange sensation came over me. She was my roommate and my friend, but I was entranced by watching her struggling helplessly while she was being whipped. The man continued to place the whip across her back and her screaming and sobbing continued. I was mesmerized by it all. How could I be so callous when my friend was being beaten? But I was entranced by the event. For some bizarre reason, I daydreamed that I was the one shackled to that post. Another man walked up from the right and turned and looked up in my direction. I woke up from my daze and gasped. He pointed directly to me and said something to the man whipping Joyce. I backed away from the window in terror. I had to run. How could I get back into the woods without them seeing where I was going? In a panic, I franticly backed out of the opening, turned around to stand without looking and ran directly into a tall and muscular man. He grabbed my arms at the shoulders and lifted me off the ground. I looked into his face. He was bearded and well-tanned. He wore a full Arab outfit. He was the man who had spotted me at the ambush. I tried to wriggle out of his hands to make a run for it. He looked at me and said rather disgustedly, "Hold still, slut." Then he shouted out, "I have the other American bitch. Tell the others where we are." I was flabbergasted. I hung there in his arms and did not move. I heard a couple of men running up the incline behind me. For a moment, I felt a tingling of excitement at being held off the ground like this. The man holding me set me down easily, moved his hands down to my elbows and pushed them back behind my back. He was fully embracing me. I could feel his member -- it was stiff and long. He smiled slightly as he pressed it against me. He looked down at me with sinister eyes. I looked up at him in terror. "Bind her," he shouted to the men behind me. One of them strapped some leather around my wrists. The man holding me let me go. I was sure he was going to rape me. "Well, American bitch. We have found you. You weren't too difficult to follow. You bitches are so stupid." He was right, we had run right to the place they had wanted us to begin with. I was shaking but mustered enough courage to say, "You have no right to hold me here. You leave me alone. I am an American." He laughed, and then he slapped my face with his open right hand. "You are nothing here but a slut." He said something to the man behind me in Arabic. Someone grabbed my arms from behind holding me steady. The man standing before me took ahold of my t-shirt and ripped it in two. He tore it off my shoulders and threw it aside. "Stop it," I pleaded. Another man behind me put a strap around my head and placed a wooden dowel into my mouth as a bridle gag. He tied it behind my head. "American bitch, you talk too much. Now hold still." They stripped me and I was standing there bound and naked. "American bitch, you are going to learn a lot with us. We will start by removing your Western arrogance and replacing it with the type of submissive spirit required of a slave bitch. Prepare yourself; your next stop will be the slave market of Hordron. My name is Molodin, and I will be your guide." I cringed as he chuckled. He grabbed me under my shoulders, lifted me up off the ground and over his right shoulder, and then he held onto the back of my thigh with his right hand -- it tingled there and sent a pleasant shiver throughout my body. I was stunned that that erotic feeling had passed through me. I tried to suppress it the best I could. I had dreamed of a moment similar to this, had I not? These thoughts I was having -- are they not a normal response to what was going on behind me? It could not be. My dream was a fantasy -- it could not happen the way I had envisioned. Nevertheless, he held me as a sack of goods over his shoulder. I was covered by a significant feeling of helplessness. I was being carried to the whipping post. Molodin walked down the incline. There I was, totally naked with my hands bound behind my back, on the right shoulder of a huge Arab named Molodin, and being carried to who knows where. I looked back; the other men were picking up my clothes looking them over and tucking them into their belts. They were laughing, slapping each other on the back, walked on up and around the wall out of sight. I was just a slab of meat. They divvied up my clothes and paid no attention to me. In the meantime, I was being taken away. 5 -- The Marking Molodin walked around a corner and through an entry way. I was looking around as best I could. It looked like the courtyard where I had just seen Joyce. She was not there. I had been right, it was quite a bit bigger than I had imagined. There were several more doors and entryways. From the outside, it had been quite an illusion. Molodin stood me on a round stone next to the post that had held Joyce just minutes before. I looked above me and saw the shackles that Joyce had just hung from. Two men came around behind me, unbound my hands and tied them to the shackles. Molodin watched them do their work. When they were finished, they stepped away. He removed the gag from my mouth. The feeling of helplessness was even stronger now. I was surrounded by men who had captured and stripped me, who had bound me and shackled me to a post. I was in their control. I had watched Joyce before, now it was my turn. My mouth was grungy from the gag. I spit on the ground and tried to muster whatever level of courage I could find. I demanded, "You can't do this to me. I am an American. Don't you know that we are under the protection of the American consulate?" "See here, American bitch." He held up my passport. "This document no longer exists because you no longer exist as this person." He ripped pages out one at a time and dropped them on the ground. He took a knife from his belt and sliced out the computer chip from the back cover. He placed it on a metal stand behind him. A man standing there swung a huge metal mallet. It crushed the chip and rang out with a loud metal thud -- the same sound I had heard earlier -- probably Joyce's passport being destroyed. My Dream Comes True "I am going to give you your due now. You need to lose that anger. You will thank me one day for turning you into a real woman." He pulled a leather strap that was wound around his belt and looked at me. "American bitch, welcome to your new world." He walked behind me and slapped my back with the belt. I cried out in pain. He swung it again. Crack! I screamed. He swung it again. I cried, "Please, don't whip me anymore." Crack! I began to cry. Crack, again! "Please stop, please." My back was stinging all over. The next swat hit my butt cheeks. "Ohhh, no, please." After that I couldn't get any more words out. I do not know how many times he laid the belt on my back. I was limp in my bonds, my head hung down and I sniffled and groaned. My back and butt were sore from the whipping. Molodin walked away and out of sight. I had imagined being beaten before. I had not fully understood the pain and humiliation of being treated this way. And yet, I did not hate them or even hate where I was. How could I think this way? Two men came over and unbound my hands from the shackles. One of them grabbed me by the shoulders while the other slipped down and took my feet and, between them, they picked me up and carried my limp body. They carried me around a corner in the courtyard to a strange looking seat. They tossed me into it and strapped me in. My bound ankles were spread widely apart below me with a wooden shaft behind each knee to keep my thighs horizontal. My back was still stinging as it rested on a plank. My wrists were bound behind me and below straight down so that I could not raise myself up. They wrapped a belt tightly around my belly. There was nothing behind my head. I looked around. To my far right I saw Joyce standing with two other girls. They were all fitted with wooden bridle gags just like I had worn earlier. Joyce had a collar with chains linking her on either side to the other two. All three were naked with their hands bound behind their back. Each had a sullen look. The other two were darker in skin color and I assumed they were locals who had been captured by Molodin and his comrades. I looked straight ahead of me and saw a large vessel containing embers burning red. There were several black steel shafts sticking out of the furnace. One of the men standing by the vessel drew one of the shafts out. It was smoldering. I gasped. It was a branding iron. I pulled on the restraints. I could not move. He walked over to my left side. I cried, "Keep away from me," and twisted myself trying to get out of the restraints. I could barely move at all. I screamed, "Don't touch me. Get away." He placed his left hand on my thigh just above the knee and pressed it down. He pushed the brand onto my left thigh about one third the way from my hip and held it there for about one second. I screamed and then passed out. The next thing I knew I was wet. Someone had just thrown water on my face. I looked up. My thigh was throbbing with pain. Another man was there rubbing the brand with a green gelatinous ointment. Several men began removing my restraints. The one who released my right hand placed a collar on me and a short leash and stood beside me. Two other men stood me up and bound my hands behind my back; then the man holding the leash pulled it, and with it me, over to the other three girls. I limped as he pulled me. He added me to their links. My thigh hurt. I looked down at it. There was a two-inch red circle with some sort of character inside. I did not recognize or understand the symbol's meaning. There was no scar or swelling. The brand looked just like a tattoo. Perhaps the ointment made that so. It still throbbed and was very uncomfortable. I could not help but stare at it. Even though I did not understand its exact meaning, I fully understood its significance. This was a marking; it was a marking of ownership. It identified each of us as property. The process to apply the mark was well-defined and organized. There was no emotion or anger on the part of the men who did this. It was daily business. Two more girls were added to our links. We all heard the whippings and witnessed the brandings. I watched them writhe in pain as the branding iron was pressed into their thighs. It struck me the same way as when I watch Joyce being whipped. The sensation of someone being controlled by someone else was strong and was pulling on my senses. One of those last two girls was another white girl. The second girl was black. I had no idea who either girl was. We were all gagged. I glanced at Joyce. She looked pained from the branding and whipping. Her demeanor was also different. She had her head bowed just a bit, and she looked up at the men who were around us. 6 -- Going through the Waterfall Once we were all linked together, one of the men shouted out to another man through a gate behind us. He came in, pulled the first girl with the rest of us following in turn. He attached another chain to her collar and attached the other end to a strap wrapped around his horse; he mounted the horse and made some command that started the horse walking slowly with us following in step behind. We continued on down a path along the stream. We could hear a rumbling noise up ahead. We walked for a couple of miles or so deeper into the woods; the stream flowed into a small river and just ahead of us was a waterfall. The path led down to a crevice aside the river. The man on the horse followed that path. When we got to the bottom there was a small opening under the rocks. The man dismounted the horse, detached the chain from the horse and pulled us ahead. There was an opening in the rock by the water fall where the water was falling straight down. He walked right through the water pulling us behind him through the cascade. We entered a darker cavern on the other side about ten yards long. You never would have known it was there. We walked through another cascade of water on the other side of the small cavern. When we walked out of the water the second time we saw a vast valley ahead of us. Far in the distance was a town. We could barely see wisps of smoke from fires in the village. The mist from the waterfall wafted over the entire valley producing an eerie and haunted look. It was a bright day and warm, but you could not see the sun or the clouds or even the mountain tops due to the mist. It was a peculiar transition we had just made. I looked around behind me. There was a large rock wall. I could not see the woods or the old stone courtyard where we had stood. The terrain was quite different. The valley was surrounded by sheer cliffs for as far as the eye could see. Another man was standing by the waterfall waiting for us. He was dressed nicely but plainly. The man who had pulled us through the waterfalls had clothes that were a bit tattered and worn. The man who met us looked like a person with some importance or authority. He had two horses. The first girl was attached to a horse just as before. The new man mounted that horse and began to lead us in tow into the valley. The man who had brought us here mounted the other horse and followed behind us. Neither of the men spoke or even gave us any attention whatsoever. 7 -- Determining a Price Just below the water fall/cavern we made a stop at a rancid water hole. We were allowed to relieve ourselves there. We had to be careful squatting over the water hole. It was awful. We were pulled another hundred yards or so ahead and came to a watering hole. The second man pulled our gags out and said, "Drink up, the next water is seven miles hence. No talking." We all knelt (our hands were still bound) and lapped up the water. It was cool and delicious. Joyce leaned over and whispered, "Ann, are you okay?" The first man walked up quickly, took a leather strap off his belt and swatted Joyce's bottom squarely. She yelped and looked back at him. The second man yelled, "I said no talking. The next violation will result in more severe punishment." Joyce sank back down and looked at me. I raised my eyebrows not wanting to gain any undue attention from the men. How easily these men attended to us. For them, the slaps, the whippings, and the brandings: these were not torture to them, rather these were cultural necessities of their everyday lives. I was trying to understand the dominating nature of the men. Was it reserved for women like us -- those being taken to the slave market? Or was this universal for all the women in this society? We walked on a path through wheat and barley fields. I imagined that a master was going to buy me at the slave market, take me to his hovel and ravish me until he was exhausted. He would sleep it off, then come at me again. Our treatment at the courtyard had been mechanical. We were just a marketable commodity. I was afraid. My dream was being altered. I wanted a man who would make me his woman. I felt like I was on a path leading to utter humiliation and abuse. Was my dream to be replaced by these anxious fears? We made it to the next watering hole at sunset. We refreshed ourselves again and sat in the grass next to the water. Oddly, the air temperature did not change appreciably as it got darker. The two men made a small fire and roasted some sort of food, which they ate. When they were done, they got up and fed us from a stick of some brown taffy looking substance. It was spicy and the small piece they broke off and fed me completely satisfied my hunger. We were made to lie down on our bellies; they hog-tied each of the non-Arabic girls. They dragged the two local girls over a few feet on the other side of the fire and took them both from behind. We heard the girls moaning and the men breathing hard as they shot their juice into the girls. Then they brought them back over and hog-tied them with the rest of us. Amazingly, these men can take freely of a woman so nonchalantly. Sleeping hog-tied was not comfortable, but I was so tired I did eventually fall asleep. Suddenly it was daylight again, and the first man was kicking me to get up. We were all lined up and attached to the horse. Thus we were to continue our journey. About an hour later we stopped. The man who had joined us at the waterfall looked at us and started to talk, "Shortly, we will reach the slave market. I have the duty of placing a starting purchase price on each of you. We took care of the locals earlier, now I must complete my task with each of you." He then unchained Joyce and took her behind the rocks. I heard some commotion and, I suspect, Joyce moaning as he determined her sale price. Fifteen minutes later they were back. Joyce looked like she had been drugged. Her eyes were glazed and she was unsteady as she walked. It was my turn next. The man grabbed me under my shoulder and pulled me back behind the rocks. He calmly told me, "Bend over." He grabbed my bound hands with one hand and lifted them up, and pushed on the back of my neck with his other hand. "Spread your legs." I moved them apart. "Wider," he snapped. I moved them apart even further. "Now hold still and this will not take long." He ran his fingers down my butt crack and between my legs. He began massaging my pussy. I melted in ecstasy. I gyrated my hips as he continued to massage me. This went on for three or four minutes. The sensation was incredible even though I tried my best to suppress it. He stopped, moved in behind me and I felt him push his member inside me. I moaned in delight. He was still holding my hands up behind me forcing me to stay bent over. His other hand he placed on my butt cheek and he slowly moved his manhood in and out of me. I groaned with pleasure. The more he pumped me, the more I sunk into the sensations he sent through my body. I do not know how long it lasted, but he finally sped up and increased the power of his pumping and his shaft quivered. I did not feel much juice inside me though. Perhaps he had used it all with Joyce. I nearly collapsed. He dragged me in a half-stupor back to the others and reconnected the chains to my collar. It took several minutes for my head to clear. I did not understand. I was just raped and it was the most spectacular sexual encounter I had ever had. No man I had ever been with before had been able to bring out these sensations in me. These were alien thoughts for me. Relative to where I had come from, the men of this world easily took control of their women. The man took the last two back behind the rock and brought them back in the same giddy condition. Then it was time to start walking again. By the early afternoon we reached the town we had seen when we passed through the waterfall. It was old looking. There was nothing really modern in sight. It had dirt streets. The kids ran around barefoot. There were pack animals everywhere and the women were buying food in the outdoor markets. There were several small sandy-yellow buildings and dozens of small huts in all directions. The streets were narrow and windy. We walked through toward the center of the town. No one took notice of us. We were a train of six naked women chained together. How common was this occurrence that it could become just a day-to-day event? 8 -- On the Platform Our caravan stopped in front of a fenced-in area with a large iron gate. We were unchained from the horse and pulled inside. The floors were marble and cool on my feet. We were in a large hall. There were arched doorways all around the hall and a balcony running around the perimeter of the room. Silk curtains hung from the openings on the upper level. An attendant came to meet us and said, "Welcome to Hordron. You have come to the main city in the region for the buying and selling of slaves. You look to be a fine lot and will bring in much money. We will clean you up and prepare you. The main sale will be tomorrow. You must be ready for there is excitement about non-locals being up for sale." Joyce and I looked at each other. I still could not believe we were here. We were taken to separate quarters or, more accurately, kennels. We were hosed down and given some food and water to fill us. The building housing the kennels was then locked up and was totally dark. I was scared but I was so tired I fell asleep quickly. I awoke before the sun came up. Three young girls came to my kennel and took me to a large room in the same building. They primped me and combed out my hair. They trimmed my nails. The only thing they did not do was offer me any clothes. These were the first females that I had been close to in this valley. They walked stiffly and with heads bowed. They went about their business. In contrast to the men who freely took for themselves, these women were slow and careful. One of them attached a leash to my collar. Then we waited. About twenty minutes later a man came for me. He barked some command to the girls and they hurriedly left with their heads bowed. He pulled my leash and led me out through a courtyard. There were several tables, there were posts that had pegs and holes in them, and there was a ten foot wall on the opposite side. We walked past these and went around the wall to a large platform. There were several girls already kneeling at the side of the platform. I could see Joyce in the group. On the other side of the platform was a large crowd of people, mostly men. I was set at the end of the group on the right hand side near Joyce. A well-dressed Arab stood walked onto the platform and the crowd began to jeer. It was Molodin. He looked like a pimp. A thought struck me; maybe he was in a sense. He spoke some unintelligible words. One of the guards pulled one of the girls from the other side of the group and took her up on the stage. Molodin, who apparently was the auctioneer, turned her around so the crowd could take a look at her assets. Then the bidding started. It seemed quite vigorous to me. I could not understand anything that anyone was saying. Suddenly, there was a cheer; a burly man walked up to the platform and he pulled the slave off the platform as, presumably, he was the winning bidder. The sale continued on in that manner until there were only four girls remaining: Joyce, the black girl, the other white girl and me. The other girls had all been locals and they had all been taken away. The other white girl (I never learned who she was) went first. The noise of the crowd was even louder during the bidding; the cheer for her buyer was louder still. Joyce went next. And the crowd noise was even more boisterous. The black girl was next and I was left alone. I became very anxious and I did not hear the reaction for her bid. This was a slave auction. I had dreamed about being owned by a strong virile Arabian master. Had my time come? This was not exactly the way I had pictured it? It was dawning on me how this culture operated, and the roles that males and females each played. Finally, the guard came and took my leash and walked me up on the stage. Molodin looked at me and growled, "American bitch, I have been waiting for you. There is someone who is in this crowd who wishes to buy you and whip you. I will drive your price up very high. My profit today will be huge." There was noise, hands were waving, Molodin was shouting out gibberish (to me anyway) as he twirled me around to show the crowd. The bargaining began. It lasted for the better part of ten minutes. Then the big cheer came. A large man walked up to the platform to take his prize, which was me. Molodin spoke to him briefly then looked at me. "This is a buyer; he will be transporting you to your new master. Thank you for making me a rich man, slut." The buyer pulled the leash and took me back behind the platform to the courtyard. There were several slave girls who had just been auctioned tied to posts being whipped. Several others were on their knees servicing their new masters. I wondered if this man was dragging me to either or to both. But he was in a hurry. He walked briskly and I could hardly keep up. I obediently followed. 9 -- The Lieutenant Makes an Offer We walked past the courtyard and back out into the street. Just as before, hardly anyone gave us any notice. I did not see Joyce or the other girls. He walked on out of town in the opposite direction from where we had entered the day before. We walked for about an hour before resting at another watering hole. He sat by the watering hole and motioned for me to drink. I bent down and lapped up some water. He was watching me closely as I drank. He made me nervous. He had not acted with the type of authority I had become accustomed to. He was even docile to some extent. I lapped up some more water, and then I sat opposite him in the short stubby grass next to a small plant. He drank water with his hands, and wiped some water on his face. After resting for a few minutes, I heard some sounds but could not make them out. They got closer. My buyer stood and looked off in the distance. There were three riders on horseback riding toward us from Hordron. They rode up to us, stopped and dismounted. The one who appeared to be the leader talked to the buyer. The discussion got heated. They went back and forth for several minutes before the buyer raised his hand and stopped speaking. The leader took out a bag that appeared to hold some coins and handed it to the buyer. He looked inside the bag, tied it back up, looked over at me and said something I could not understand, and then he walked off back in the direction of the city mumbling to his self. It would appear that I have been bought again. And this time by a handsome soldier. The leader came over to me and said, "Are you Ann McDonald?" He said my name. I was unable to speak. He repeated, "Are you Ann McDonald?" I looked at him for another second before stuttering a response, "Yes, yes, I am Ann McDonald. Who are you?" "We have not yet found your companion. I am a lieutenant for the sultan's body guard. He had sent us to buy you at the auction today. Unfortunately, we were detained and arrived late. We were able to track you down and made a generous offer to buy you from that man who just left." My Dream Comes True I got a bit brazen and replied, "I was the last slave sold. He waited for me and must have paid a good price. How did you convince him to turn around and sell me?" "You are impertinent, as I was told." I looked at him in surprise. Who had he been talking to? "I know who you are Ann McDonald. Now, come with us. Your status has not changed that much. You are still a slave, only you now belong to the sultan. His offered that man a modest profit. Had the man not accepted, we would have executed him and saved the sultan some gold coins. As it turned out, he found the offer to be attractive enough not to have us resort to drastic measures. Of course, his overseer may be angry at the loss of such a prize as you (he appeared to say that with some sarcasm), but he may be able to lose himself somewhere in this valley and live a very comfortable existence." He looked at me. His emotions had not wavered since he had ridden in. I was still naked, collared and leashed. He turned around and said, "Mossif, bring Ann McDonald a cloak to wear while we travel back to the compound." Mossif brought a robe forward and wrapped it around me. He pulled the leash away and around so that it was still attached and outside the robe. He pulled me over to his horse and attached it to the saddle. The three men mounted their horses. I stood there trying to act defiant. "Ann McDonald, your status is unchanged. Would you rather come with us as the slave that you are? Or do I have to resort to drastic measures? Consider that you are chained to a horse that can move much more swiftly than you. And we do not want to keep the sultan waiting." I breathed a sign of surrender. "You've made me an offer I can't refuse, just like my former owner. I accept your kind offer, lieutenant." That was sarcasm. He did not flinch. He intrigued me with his aura of authority. He was quiet and unemotional, but he still had a command over me that I was trying to deflect with a teenage-esqe attitude. "Excellent choice," he replied. He looked over at Mossif, "She is ready to go." Mossif pulled the leash and pulled me toward him. He grabbed my arm and helped me climb up on the horse behind him. He held the leash over his shoulder. We began to ride off in the direction opposite of which they came. Not another word was spoken by anyone. The road was very nice, but we saw no other travelers. We passed a dozen or so huts and saw some farmers out herding goats and tending to gardens. This road ran very close to the sheer cliff that delineated one side of the valley. I looked up and could not see the summit for the heavy mist that moved over the entire valley. A great sense of isolation came over me. We rode for an hour until we reached a watering hole. There were two small pools of water. The horses drank from one pool and the men drank from the other. I knelt down to drink with the men when the lieutenant spoke, "You may not drink at this pool, slave. Go over there and drink with the horses." I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?" My rebellious attitude was in full bore. "Ann McDonald," he replied sternly, "Do not test my patience." Finally, a show of emotion. He walked over grabbed my arm and dragged me to the pool with the horses. He ripped the cloak off of me and threw it aside. He pushed me down on my knees. He took hold of my arm and forced my head underwater with his other hand and held me there. I struggled to get up but his strength was too much for me to overcome. He pulled me up and I gasped for air. He dunked me again and I struggled again. He pulled me up once again. He let go of my hair and stood. "Now, Ann McDonald, American bitch, do you wish to test me again?" I was gasping for air and said, "No, you are right. Please do not do that again. I beg you." It was exhilarating to be held down by a man. He was not intending to harm, but to scare some sense into me. I could tell that intuitively. I was excited and anxious about what he would do next. "Ann McDonald. I have every right to whip you right now. You have challenged a man and a soldier. The penalty for that violation is severe." He is going to whip me? I looked over at the other two men. They were sitting by the other pool chatting and totally oblivious to what was going on over here. The lieutenant grabbed my hair from behind me and swung me around. He pulled his member from out of his pants and pushed it into my mouth. He moved quickly and I had no time to resist. I did not even want to resist. I wrapped my lips around it and begin to suck. I moved my tongue up and down and around and pleasured him as tenderly as I could. He was moving my head back and forth slowly. I began to feel the sensations that I had felt before with the slave trader. He pushed me to take him into my mouth deeper and deeper attempting to touch my nose to his skin. I looked up at him. He was staring at me with no emotion. I continued sucking and licking. This went on for another ten minutes or so when he withdrew from me pulling my head back. I groaned. I looked at him wanting to continue. I did not speak but opened my mouth and moved toward him. I was so overcome with his command of me. I continued to marvel at the freedom the men had and the impact they imparted on me. He moved away from me, turned to the other soldiers and said, "It is time for us to move on. Mossif, you two go on. We will follow behind you. Inform the sultan that I am travelling a few leagues behind you." Mossif nodded without comment, and they both mounted their horses and left. The lieutenant watched them ride off. He turned back to me and said, "Ann McDonald, slave, bend over and touch your forehead to the ground." I quickly followed his orders. He placed his hands on the each side of my hips. He pressed his manhood into me. The effect was the same as when the slave trader took me. I drifted off into ecstasy as the lieutenant moved in and out of me. He continued pumping me until he finally shot his load inside me. He squeezed out all of his juice into me and he squeezed my hips together to keep it inside me. He pulled his cock back and buttoned up his pants. I was an exclusive play-thing for him. It was pleasant to have a man use me in such a way. I enjoyed the power he used to make me serve him. "Ann McDonald, you have learned to be a slave slut in a very short period of time. Do not fight it. The sultan will enjoy using you. Now, if you please, let us finish our trip back to the compound. It will be dark soon and the bandits will be out." He mounted his horse and pulled me up behind him. The cloak stayed on the ground. He took me to the compound naked and still reeling from our sexual encounter. I think I may have been raped, but my mind was so foggy, it was hard to tell. I leaned on his back as we rode off. He was a man. 10 -- Meeting the Sultan We came upon a large stand of trees. The lieutenant said, "Ann McDonald, the compound is near. Please clear you head. You will be meeting the sultan soon." "Will the sultan be mad that you raped me?" Maybe I had an angle here. "Do not be insulting. Had I bought you at the sale, I had the authority to whip you and to have you service me in the courtyard. That is standard when purchasing a slave. You earned another whipping by your insolence on the trail, twice. You should be thankful that your back has not been striped again. I can assure you, the sultan will not allow you such latitude as I have today." I was thankful I had not been whipped. I should have known better. We approached the compound. It was surrounded by a large wall. The structure was impressive but not overly ornate. We rode through the gate and to the palace entrance. The lieutenant let me down from the horse and rode off. A guard walked toward me, took my leash and said, "Follow me. The sultan is waiting for you." We walked inside. I, of course, was walking behind the guard. The hallway was long and dark. I could not see the end of the hallway. We went past several large rooms before he took me inside a smaller room with several couches and chairs. It was dark, too. There was a man sitting in the rear of the room on a large sofa. He rose and said, "Thank you, guard. You may leave." The guard bowed and walked back out of the room. "Ann McDonald, welcome to my palace. Kneel," he ordered. I did so. "I am your master. I am the Sultan Omar Amman. You probably have some questions. You have permission to speak freely." My jaw dropped. I could not speak. That name. Was he, a sultan, the sultan, the one who sponsored our trip? He continued, "You are acquainted with Kosi Amman. She is my daughter and the slave of the lieutenant who, I was told, took you during your trip here to the palace." Kosi is a slave, I thought? "Do not look puzzled. For centuries men in my position have used wives and daughters to form strategic alliances. Just the fact that this is the twenty-first century does not change that fact of life." "Kosi is a recruiter and a good one. She found that you and your friend were just gullible and stupid enough to come on a trip like this. Why has it not occurred to you that you have never seen the men on this trip? Did it occur to you that they were just a diversion, and that they are not a part of this story? Yours and your friend's destinies are being played out here and now. Kosi is an effective agent for me. You and your friend are now trapped here in our land as slaves, where you will be required to serve your masters. It is not such a bad thing for you. You seem to have enjoyed your intimate encounters up to this point, have you not? You call them rape. But, in contrast, you have struggled to suppress the pleasing sensations you felt during these events. Do you not want to know why you are having these sensations? Have these thoughts not crossed your mind as you travelled across this vast valley?" I was not going to fall for that. I put on the attitude again. "I was raped -- twice - period. Someone will have to answer to that. I am an American citizen. Don't you expect someone will be looking for us? They will know we are missing. They are probably searching now." "Do you remember the water fall you walked through following your capture? You entered a valley that is unknown to the outside world. The water in that river has a unique concentration of minerals. The mist that comes off that water falls covers this valley and produces a mirage of sorts that hides us from the outside world. Perhaps you googled this area before you travelled. It shows only mountains. As far as the outside world is concerned, you have travelled with your friends past here and further into the upper Middle East. Your train reservations were never cancelled. There is poor record keeping on travel. When your train left, the assumption is that you were on the train." I looked at him in disbelief. I had searched a map online before we left. I was looking for the Aqobon Oasis. It was at the end of a large and otherwise uninteresting mountain range. It was true that I had seen nothing but mountains where this large valley lay. "How can it be?" He continued, "The other more significant consideration for you is this: You cannot leave this valley again. The only exit is the waterfall wherein you entered. The mountain walls surrounding this valley could only be scaled by a professional mountain climber. We have no such person here. Mountain climbing is not a profession that an Arab typically seeks. In the unlikely event that you escape a master, you would be enslaved one hundred times before you made it a mile from your starting point. You are an outsider. Men here crave non-Arabic women; to find one alone would be a very fortunate circumstance for some peasant. Accept your fate Ann McDonald. This life is the only hope you have for survival at this point, but it is a life that you have had thoughts about already, being ruled over by a man." I wanted to avoid that topic because I knew it was true. I yearned to be owned by a man. "Do you know what happened to Joyce? She is my friend." "She will be here soon. My men were detained and did not make it to the auction in time as you know. She was taken by a new buyer from the far edge of the valley. But do not despair. My men will locate her and bring her here. You have probably realized that they are, too, under orders to bring her back just as they did you. I brought you both here as a set. My needs for you both are definite and substantial." He was speaking in riddles now, and he was wearing me down, "What is the meaning of the symbols on this brand?" I pointed to my leg. "You have been marked with the identification of a pleasure slave. Whoever your master happens to be, your duty is to please him by any measure he deems necessary. Your one and only option is to serve him immediately, without question and to the utmost." It sounded delightful, but I did not want to sound like I had already surrendered. "How can you justify kidnapping girls and enslaving them?" "Do not make me laugh, Ann McDonald. You and your friend have freely given of yourselves to morons and weaklings. You yourself envisioned yourself in the hands of an Arab master many times. It is a dream you had that is now unfolding before your very eyes. You now have the opportunity to enjoy the benefits of life in this valley. Do not lie to me; you were enraptured by several men on your way to this palace, were you not? Their touch was enough to elicit a pleasing sensation. That was not coincidence. You might call it rape. But the men of this valley have great talents when it comes to the needs of women. Your dream and their capabilities are a match that you are likely not to find anywhere else. Your quest is to reach that man destined for you. As you have seen, men proudly take the role of authority in this land. The woman is a useful and desirable property. The slave auctions are rowdy and large sums of money are exchanged. In the end, the masters leave with the bounty that is a woman slave. This is your dream, Ann McDonald. You are living it." He was right, but I was not ready to admit it. "I'd never had those sensations before." I slipped a little bit there and revealed a degree of surrender. I knew it was a mistake. "Remember. I am the sultan. You will be tested soon. My only requirement is your total submission. You allowed a degree of that with my lieutenant. My requirements will be much deeper. Your destiny awaits you." I felt a rush come over me that I could not understand or resist. I spread my knees and bowed my forehead to the floor. "Master, I am yours to command. Please forgive me, a stupid slut." I could not help myself. He could see through me. Had I finally found the man I had been searching for? It did not feel quite right. But, would it be my choice when the time came? 11 -- The Bedchamber Visit "Very good, Ann McDonald." He clapped his hands. A maid servant walked in. "Take this slave to her quarters. Remove the bindings from her hands. Give her a good bath. The road has been dusty. Give her a slave cloak. I will return to her later." The maid bowed. She walked over and took my leash and led me away. We walked further into the building and turned into a small bedroom. She did as the sultan ordered and left me. I sat at the bureau looking in the mirror. The slave cloak was a diaphanous skirt too short to cover either my belly or my butt. There was a strip of diaphanous material that went around the back of my neck with either end going down my chest, covering my breasts and attaching to the skirt at a single point below my belly button. I admired myself in the mirror. I liked the way I looked. This was a good outfit to have to stand before a man. I moved my hips back and forth and ran my hands up and down my side in Mid-Eastern dance moves. I felt a light headedness and closed my eyes; I twirled and arched my back backwards and pushed my breasts out in abandon. Suddenly, a voice spoke out, "Very nice, slave." It was the sultan. I was startled. "How long have you been here?" I had no idea he was there. I was ready to give him whatever he wanted. If he was the man I had been waiting for, I wanted him to know from the outset that I was the woman for him. I would do whatever I could. Why else would he be in my room? He ignored my question and walked toward me from the door. I stood frozen. He walked around me and came up behind me putting his hands on my bare waist. He ran his hands up my side. My knees began to buckle. When he got to my shoulders he moved his hands forward and massaged my breasts. He pinched each of my nipples which were, by this time, hard and jutting out. He took one hand and lifted the strip around my neck over my head and let it drop in front of me. The whole outfit fell to the floor. I spun around, knelt and tried to find his member. He un-did some buttons and out it came. I began licking it with my tongue so gently. I was fading into that cloud of ecstasy that I had felt before. I started to suck him moving my lips and tongue over him. I went back and forth slowly. I looked up at him. He met my gaze and spoke, "Crawl on your hands and knees over to the bed and climb on it. Lie on your back and spread your legs as wide as you can." As soon as the words were out of his mouth I moved. He walked around the bed as I held that position. I was afraid that as soon as he touched me I would explode. He climbed onto the bed and inserted himself into me. I groaned with excitement. He pulled my ankles up over his head and began to pump me with his member. I was groaning and barely knew where I was. After some time, and I do not know how long, he turned me over and pulled my hips up. He moved behind me and pulled my hips back. I slid right over his huge cock. I started grinding on his member. Again, I do not know how long this went on. My mind was so foggy I did not understand anything other than I did not want to stop. He pulled out of me, pulled my hair to get my face in front of him. He stuck his cock into my mouth and started streaming his juice into my mouth. I swallowed it all. I had not ever surrendered to a man so quickly and easily. The way he could dominate me was almost scary. He hardly had to do anything; I was anticipating his wishes -- I intuitively knew what had to be done at almost every instant. It was becoming so real. We both lay down exhausted. He looked at me and simply said, "You must be tired. Try to get some sleep." With that I was out. His command over me was incredible. When I awoke it was morning; I saw him standing by the bureau fully dressed. He began to leave the room. I could not let him go like this; my humility toward him had not been complete. I cried out, "Master, please wait so I can properly say goodbye to you." He stopped and looked at me. I climbed out of bed onto the floor. I crawled over to him, leaned up in front of him and began licking his crotch. I found the buttons and unbuttoned them this time and quickly pulled out his cock. I began sucking. I sucked and licked. He finally gushed into my mouth. When it was done, I looked up at him and meekly asked, "Master, have I served you well?" "Slut, you have learned well the ways of a pleasure slave." He clapped his hands. Out of nowhere appeared a maid servant. He told her, "Please take care of this slut. I will be out for a while. She has had a busy few days and needs some rest." He turned back to me, "Slut, your audition this morning has been noted." I did not quite understand what he was saying. Was there a 'yes' in that response? Was he playing on my emotions by being vague? He could have any woman he wanted at the snap of a finger. Yet, he specifically said he wanted Joyce and me here -- as a set, he had said. I would like to speak with Joyce and find out what had been happening to her. Why were we the ones he sought after? He walked out of the room and I did not see him for the rest of the day. My Dream Cowgirl ...in that moment of slumber between dream and reality the most vivid thoughts occur, some are luscious, and other are frightening, but seldom do they fail to entertain. These notions swirled through my cotton stuffed brain, as I focused my eyes on the path that my moccasin clad feet were stumbling on. Smells of wet forest and campfires met my nose, and my own smells of Lightfoots soap and Clubman cologne were replaced by pine and hickory smoke. I could feel my toes moving in the softest doeskin shoes, my feet melting silently over every root and rock on the path as I walked along. If this was a dream it was more vivid and real than much of my life had been before. I seemed comfortable in my surroundings and I noticed for the first time that my garb now consisted of my new found shoes and a matching loin cloth, also of the same butter soft doeskin. Perhaps what I thought of as my real life was the dream and this was reality. I looked down over my body and was aware of its red brown color, not unlike autumnal trees. I felt leaner and also oddly hairless, but as I thought this, my hand instinctively tossed my long black hair aside. Before any of this could really sink in though I heard a change in the woods about me, a lack of sound from the squirrel and birds, and a faint odor of fire, not the camp fire that I was accustomed to. Ahead where the path opened up I saw a wagon overturned and its canvas cover torn and smoldering, I stooped and proceeded silently to see what had happened. My eyes told me that men known to us as cowboys had been here and met one of the tribes that use this trail, and they had become captives of the Indians. Not all though. One of their women was there looking through the wreckage, she wore a cowboy hat and long flowing skirt, her skin was white as I had once thought of my own, and her hair the color of fire. But her eyes were most fascinating to me, they were the gray of a wolfs. I looked for a while and decided she needed my help so I moved from the cover towards her. She heard me behind her and screamed, lashing out at me with a whip. I hadn't intended to take her as prisoner but she left me no choice. I quickly overpowered her and tied her hands behind her. In the struggle her body moved against mine and her scent was on me, I became aroused. She looked at my loincloth and stopped screaming, I led her away. I was going to bring her back to her people, but maybe not right away. As the sky grew dark I made camp in a clearing off the path, the fire chasing away the nights cold. I cooked a snared rabbit and fed my guest from my fingers, as her hands were still bound. She looked at me as I fed her, her lips touching my fingers, and our eyes meeting again and again. Without thinking I reached out and touched her long hair, feeling its silk strands slip through my fingers. I heard her gasp softly and let my hand slip over her face to the swell of her breast. Softly through the thin cotton her nipples responded to my touch. My own desire was growing as I let my hands run further down. Her skirt was worn and thin and clung to her curves as I traced her body with my fingers, looking up I saw her eyes closed and heard a faint moan. I kissed her mouth softly and to my surprise her tongue slipped between my lips and met mine. This feeling was so intense I pressed my mouth firmer to hers, kissing her deeper, more passionately. My body pressed tightly against hers and I felt her hips moving, grinding against my hardness. I leaned back and she kissed my chest, her lips lingering on my nipples and the welt where her whip connected. then with her hands still tied she knelt before me and rubbed her face on my loincloth, moving it aside and kissing my swollen shaft. I felt a shudder, and grabbed her hair, pulling her face closer, forcing myself deeper into her mouth. When I thought I could take no more I pulled her to her feet and leaned her over a tree. Securing the rope to the tree, her body stretched out, leaving her bottom exposed. Her thin skirt tore as I pulled it away, her bottom soft and white in the light of the fire. I lifted my loincloth and placed my shaft against her wetness, and leaned forward. She moaned as the tip parted her pink folds. Deeper, inch by inch I slowly entered, savoring the feeling pulsing through me. I felt my balls touch her smooth thighs as I bottomed out, my cock deep inside, so tight, so very wet. I pulled back so the tip was just out, and waited. I heard her whimper, and in a tongue strange to my ears I told her to come to me. Not knowing if she understood I waited, my hand patting her wetness. She moved against the bonds towards me, slipping over my hard shaft, and back again. I watched my cock slide in and out as this woman fucked herself on me. I called her names in my language and slapped her bottom as her wetness ran over my balls and down my thighs. She collapsed on the tree whimpering softly, so I moved around to her face. She looked up at me as I stroked my shaft slowly, deliberately and began to cum. Spurting on her waiting tongue, and face. I fell to my knees and kissed her again, and fell asleep. I awoke to write this down, uncertain of what was real, but a red mark on my chest was there after my shower this morning. My Dream Date With Sunset Thomas I sit in my hotel room, waiting for the phone to ring, and, finally it does. "Hello?" "Steve? This is Sunset Thomas, your date for tonight, I'm calling to go over some rules for tonight, is now a good time?" "Now is good." "Perfect! First, my fee, I understand you just want tonight, is that correct?" "Yes." "Good, my fee for tonight is $15,000, can you afford that?" "Yes, I can." "Great. I can be at your hotel room in an hour, but, I need some things from you. First, I want you to shower, be clean shaven, wearing a suit & tie, and, have my money fanned out on the bed so I can see it when I enter the room. Also, I don't do drugs, so, no drugs, we can have drinks at dinner and, if you have an unopened bottle of wine, we can drink that back at the hotel, is all of this acceptable so far?" "Yes, Sunset, it's fine." "Great, now, I am spending the night, so, what we do is completely up to you, do you have condoms?" "Yes." "Perfect. We can have sex, we can give and receive oral. Straight sex only, no anal, and, no violence, I don't like to be hit, and, I won't hit you. Do you have any questions for me, Steve?" "No, Sunset." "Great, go take that shower, and, I'll see you in an hour!" "Ok, see you then." We both hang up, and, I head for the shower. I'm just finishing tying my tie when I hear a knock at the door. I open the door and am amazed at the vision of beauty before me, former porn actress Sunset Thomas. "Hi, Steve, I'm Sunset, may I come in?" "Sure!" I say, moving so she can walk by. "Is that my money fanned out on the bed?" "Yes it is." "Ok, I need a moment to count it, make sure it's all there, you understand, right, Steve?" "Sure, it's fine." She sits on the edge of the bed, and counts her money. I can't believe she's really here, and she looks so fucking sexy, wearing a slinky black satin dress, and a pair of black high heels. "Ok, Steve, I count $17,000, you know I don't expect a tip, but, thank you for including one." She says, leaning in and softly kissing my cheek. "Now, let me ask you Steve, did you make dinner reservations?" "Yes." "And, did you rent a limo?" "Yes." "Oh, you are perfect, and, I even see you did buy a bottle of wine, that is unopened, right?" "Yes, Sunset." "Perfect, let's go to dinner, and, do you have any special requests for when we come back here?" "Well, I'd love it if you could give me a lap dance after we come back, I'm going to be honest, I just want to touch you all over." "Steve, when we come back, I'll give you that lap dance, but, you have to promise me you'll be a gentlemen until we come back, make that promise, Steve." "I promise." "Good, now, you can have one kiss before we go." She leans in and kisses me ever so softly on my mouth. "Ok, let's go!" She says, grabbing her clutch and walking out the door, where our limo is waiting for us. We go and have a very nice dinner, with great conversation, and together, we drink an entire bottle of red wine . "Wow, I'm really drunk!" Sunset says, giggling slightly. "Wanna go bak to the hotel room?" I suggest. "We better, I wanna make sure you get your money's worth." I put my arm around her and we walk from the restaurant, and back to our waiting limo. "I bet that cock is nice and hard, thinking about having a drunk porn star in your hotel room. Do you want to take advantage of this drunk porn star, Steve?" "Yes, Sunset, I do!" "Good boy." She says, places her hand between my legs and squeezing my hard cock. "Put your hand between my legs, Steve, I'm not wearing panties." I slide my hand between her legs, and, under her skirt, feeling her warm, wet pussy. "Like how that feels? Kiss me, Steve, kiss me." I lean in and give her a long, deep, wet kiss, reaching down and squeezing her tits. "You like my titties, Steve?" I nod my head yes. "Do you want to suck on my titties, Steve?" Again, I nod my head yes. "Hold on till we get back to the hotel, then, you can suck on them all you want!" She says with a sly smile. A few minutes later we arrive back at the hotel, we're no sooner in the room, when she pins me against the door and begins kissing me. "Pull the straps of my dress down, Steve, show me how much you want these titties!" I pull the straps of her dress down, and begin roughly squeezing her tits, roughly pinching her nipples. "Easy tiger, not so rough!" She says, leaning up and kissing me. I take her by her hair and throw her down on the bed. "Take that fucking dress off, slut!" I order She just smiles and complies, sliding her dress down her body and tossing it to the floor. I begin to strip, all the way down to my boxer shorts. "Stop right there, Steve, let me feel that cock!" She says, grabbing the bulge in my boxer shorts, and slowly stroking my cock. She pulls my cock out and begins to run her tongue around the head. "Do you like that, Steve?" I nod my head yes, just as she puts just the head of my cock into her mouth. "Oh my God, this is better then I imagined." I say, running my fingers through her hair. "I want this to be the best blow job you've ever had, Steve! Why don't you lay me on my back, and, fuck my face like it was my cunt." She says. Laying back on the bed, propping her head up with a pillow. I get up on her chest and start wiping the head of my cock across her mouth. "Open your mouth, Sunset!" She opens her mouth and I slide my cock all the way to the back of her throat, I'm surprised that she doesn't gag. I begin to fuck her face, slowly at first, slowly picking up the speed, pretty soon I can hear my balls bouncing off of her chin. "Want me to cum in your mouth? Want me to cum in your mouth, whore?" I ask She nods her heads yes, just as the rush of pre cum oozes out, then my cock jerks hard and the first pulse of cum hits the back of her throat. Amazingly, she swallows every drop. "That was fun!" She ways, wiping off her chin. "I want to eat your pussy, Sunset." She just smiles and lays on her back, spreading her legs as far as they'll go, exposing her smooth, hairless pussy. "What are you waiting for, come and eat me, Steve!" I get down between her legs, and use two fingers to spread her pussy lips open, and, I start slowly running my tongue up and down her pussy lips, stopping at her clit and, gently flicking it. "Oh my God! You know what you're doing, don't you?" She says, with a giggle. As I continue to flick her clit, I gently push my middle finger deep inside her pussy. "Oh, fuck!" She moans out. I slowly begin to pumo my finger as I put my mouth on her clit and start to suck on it. "Oh my God! You're gonna make me cum, Steve!" "That's the point, isn't it?" I ask. "You want me to cum?" I nod my head yes. "Then push a finger in my ass, I'll cum real quick if you do that." I use my free hand, and push that middle finger deep in her asshole. "Oh! Oh fuck! I'm gonna.....I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!!!" Her body tenses up and she has the most intense orgasm, squirting right in my face. "Oh! I haven't cum like that in so long! Let me taste that finger that's been in my ass, Steve!" She brings the dirty finger to her mouth and slowly begins to suck on it. "Does it turn you on to watch me taste my own ass, Steve? Here, lay on your back!" "What are you going to do, Sunset?" "First, call me Diane, can you call me Diane?" "Sure, Diane!" "Good, I'm gonna sit on your face, and you're gonna make me cum again, then, we're going to fuck! You do wanna put your cock in my wet cunt, don't you, Steve?" "Yes, yes, I do!" She shoves me onto my back and slowly starts to lower her cunt onto my face, I firmly grab her by her hips, and, cram my tongue into her cunt, making her squirm. "Holy shit! I love your tongue, Steve!" I start licking her faster, and, faster, I can her cunt walls getting tighter and tighter. "You're gonna make me cum, mother fucker! You're gonna make me CUMMM!" Her body tenses up and she has another intense orgasm, she tries to pull away, but, I hold her hips tighter, and continue to tongue her cunt. "Steve! No! Stop! No! NOOOOOOO!!!!!" She screams out as she cums again. I finally let her go, and she collapses to the bed, struggling to catch her breath. "You ok, Diane?" I ask, a few seconds later. "Yeah, you really had me turned on when you tongue raped my cunt, I've never been tongue raped before." She says, smiling softly. We lay there a few more minutes, when I feel her move up and firmly grab my cock. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I want to suck this cock again! My pussy is a little too sensitive to have this cock, so, I was hoping you'd fuck my mouth again, or, should I say, rape my mouth, I can tell you want to, Steve, come on, rape my mouth!" We both stand up and I push down on her shoulders, making her go to her knees. "What are you doing? No! You can't do this!" She says, as I begin to wipe the head of my cock across her mouth. "Open your mouth, Sunset!" "No! Fuck you!" "I said: 'Open your mouth, Sunset!' Open it you slut!" I say, pinching her nose shut, leaving her no choice but to open her mouth, and, I jam my cock deep into her throat. I hold the back of her head and just start fucking her face, slapping my balls against her chin. "You like that, slut? You like having your face fucked?" I look down and notice tears forming in her eyes. "You ok?" I ask, letting go of her head. "That was so fucking hot, don't stop, finish the job, rape my mouth, make me swallow your load, come on, Steve, finish it!" I grab her head again, and ram my cock back in, and continue fucking her face, as tears stream down, making her mascara run. Before I know it, I'm exploding in her mouth one more time, and she just kneels there, refusing to swallow. "Swallow it, bitch!" She shakes her head no. "I said: 'Swallow it!' You worthless, whore!" I say, once again pinching her nose shut, forcing her to swallow my load. I let go of her head, and she falls to the floor. "Help me up, Steve." I help her to her feet. "Is that what you wanted? Did I fulfill your fantasy?" "Yes you did, Diane!" "I'm glad, can we go to bed now?" She asks. "Sure." I say, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the bed. I lay down next to her and quickly we both drift off to sleep. The next morning, I wake up, and notice Sunset, just sitting there, looking at me. "Good morning, baby!" She says, leaning down and kissing me. "There is one more fetish we need to do, I have dirty pair of my panties, and, I'm going to wrap them around you-oh my, very hard cock, do you want to cum in my panties?" She says, stroking me very slowly. "Yeah, yeah I do, Sunset!" "I'm Diane right now, come on, baby, cum in my panties!" She says, stroking me a little bit faster. I begin moaning, and can feel the precum oozing out of my cock. "Mmmm, you're gonna cum, aren't you, Steve?" She says, giggling. With that, my cock jerks and I cum all over her hand and panties. "Good boy! Here, you can keep these panties!" She says, tossing them to me and walking towards the bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later. "Ok, Steve, this was fun! Here is a card with my private phone number on it, call me when you want another date! I give a discount to repeat customers. I have to go now!" She kisses me on the cheek and quickly leaves, but, I will never forget my dream date!