17 comments/ 224778 views/ 19 favorites Knock Knock By: adam_writer It was Saturday afternoon and Melanie had just got out of a late afternoon shower when she heard someone at the door. She had, had her mom pick their kids up Friday evening. Brad, her husband and she had planned a long romantic weekend, as the kids would be away at grandma's. No sooner had Melanie's mom picked up the kids and left Brad's cell phone rang and listening to the voice on the other hand, he looked at Melanie with a little guilt. He had to leave town for a sudden meeting which had been called by the partners and the attendance of associates and partners was mandatory. He tried to reason with Melanie but she just blanked him out and told him to leave. Brad left early morning without any sex last night and Melanie stayed in bed. She was damn pissed with him since she had planned a whole weekend with him and she just got off the phone with him when he promised her that he would be home by Sunday evening, but she knew better as this had become a routine ever since Brad was promoted as an associate. Brad was 40 and Melanie was 38, they had met during the senior college year, when Melanie had just broken up with her high school boyfriend and Brad was known to be a player among the college women. But, as destiny had things in store for them, they ended up getting married after a few years had been married for the last 12 years now. Brad worked as lawyer with a big law firm and had been recently promoted to the post of an associate. He was doing very well for himself professionally and had provide more than ample for his family with a big house and fancy cars. Melanie on the other hand was a trained accountant but had left her job after their son was born. She had been at home since tending to the kids (now they had 2 daughters and one son), and providing Brad the much needed emotional support. Melanie had always been a looker and after the kids grew up and she had not much on her hands she went back to her passion for swimming and yoga and at the age of 30 had a nice decent figure. She was 5'-7" in height and had a bra size of 38c, waist 28 and ass 36. She had shoulder length silky blonde hair. "Knock Knock" Melanie rushes down from the steps wrapping her white robe tightly without drying herself, bare feet. She opens the door a few inches and sees Adam standing in the doorway in a full sleeve white shirt, sleeves folded to the elbows and she recognizes him from the new couple who moved down the street a couple of weeks ago, as Brad and her say hi to Adam and his wife (Sheetal) every morning while jogging at the park. Melanie opens the door and says (smiling), "Hi Adam how are you doing today, how come you here in the afternoon today, we generally see you in the mornings." "Oh hi, Melanie, is Brad inside, we had made plans to take the kids swimming at the lake today afternoon, so I just came to reconfirm if everything was on schedule and I should get my gear." "Brad is such an ass sometime," Melanie says fuming, "we had sent the kids to their grandma's last night and we had plans for the weekend, and he has ditched me and gone for some partner's conference to Boston, early morning." Adam was an architect and had been friends with Brad ever since he and his wife Sheetal moved in the neighborhood. Though Melanie and Sheetal hadn't met much, still they used to talk like friends whenever they bumped into each other. Adam was half Indian origin and had a tanned body, which Melanie always admired in men. Sheetal was fully Indian and she and Adam had met when he visited India to meet his maternal family 6 years back. She was very good-looking tanned 5'-2" in height, 34c-28-38 with waist length black hair. Adam was 5'-11" shorter than Brad's 6'-3" inch frame, but Adam was very well built. Sheetal had started working in the same firm as Brad a week after they moved here. They did not have kids. Adam says, "Oh I was looking forward to spend time with Brad and the kids since Sheetal is also out on a conference and I am alone too." Melanie jokes, "I hope she is not with my Brad at the same conference" and starts laughing. Adam smiles and looks down the robe at her wet cleavage, as her robe is slightly open. Melanie looks at him looking and feels good that a 30 year old guy still admires her body; she does not cover up and looks up at Adam, who blushes. "Sorry to have disturbed you though, seems like you were a little busy and having a bath, I would not like to keep you from your appointments since I am free, but looks like this weekend we both were stood up by our spouses," he says nervously. "Adam its ok, I was through with my bath and just needed to dry myself, but you are most welcome, to come in, I am not doing anything today or tonight, as your friend didn't left me with any options. Come in, and join me, it's so rude of me to make you stand on the doorway, I will just go and change quickly into something more presentable", says Melanie giggling and walking inside as Adam walks behind her. He walks in but can't help staring at her ass through her wet robe which is half open exposing her creamy white thighs, he gets a hard on in his jeans which he tries to adjust while walking inside living room, Melanie closes the main door as he enters. She tells him to be comfortable and she would be back in a jiffy. Adam shifts on the couch uneasily with images of her boobs and her ass in his mind he tries to conceal his hard-on before Melanie spots it. He hears footsteps and she walks back in the living room wearing a white sleeveless tank top, her nipples erect and her breasts outline very visible through the tight tank top, he sees her boobs bounce a little and realizes she is not wearing a bra. So much for trying to conceal the hard-on he thinks to himself. She is wearing a tight blue pair of jeans which define her tight ass well, and Adam thinks she mist be working out a lot to maintain that kind of body. He makes a note in his mind to tell Sheetal to ask Melanie about her workout regime and follow it. Lost, in his thoughts he does, not hear Melanie asking her if he would like a drink, until she puts her hand on his shoulder and says jokingly, "Hey Adam, are you thinking about Sheetal." He comes back and thinks, hardly, and says he's sorry and would like a cold beer if they have one since it's so hot. Melanie gets to bottles of beer and hands one to Adam and takes the other one and sits on the couch in front of him. "So Adam, you don't work on Saturdays?" she asks him and he nods his head that he doesn't. "Well I am kind of bored myself on weekends if Brad is traveling which he has been doing a lot lately. How come he never told me you guys were planning to go swimming, he knows I love to swim. Maybe he just did not want you to see that I was a better swimmer than him, hehe. We haven't been to the lake in so long ever since the kids grew up. I bet a lot would have changed I bet." They both finish the beer and Melanie gets 2 more from the kitchen. "I was thinking of going alone Melanie but if you are not too busy and if you would not mind, would you like to go to the lake with me, tonight, since we are both alone and ditched," laughs Adam. "Oh I would love to, plus that idiot hubby of mine is not here to take me to the lake ever now, I hope Sheetal would not mind if I went with you." "No not at all, infact she would never go with me coz she hates swimming, and such a hot day I would love to spend swimming," he says. "Great then pick me up in half and hour and I will get ready and pack some food and drinks for our getaway, hehe." Half and hour later Melanie hears honking in her driveway and she rushes to the main door and opens it. She looks at Adam in his sleeveless grey t-shirt and shorts with floaters getting out of his white convertible Jeep. "Hey you need help with stuff," he calls out. Melanie nods and he walks towards the house and picks up the stuff and puts them in the back of the Jeep. He looks at Melanie and cannot take his eyes of her, as she is dressed in a blue sundress with yellow lines and her boobs seem to have grown in the last half hour, he shakes his head and goes back to picking the stuff, it seems to him Melanie is modeling her legs for him whenever he bends down to pick stuff. After packing everything in the bag he helps Melanie in opening the door for her and she smiles as her dress rides up when she puts her legs in the Jeep, giving Adam a nice view of her white thighs. The Jeep hits the road and it takes them one hour to clear the city traffic at that time of the day, combined with Adam being distracted by Melanie's fragrance she is wearing and her dress riding up her thigh time and again. As they hit the highway, the Jeep picks up speed and Adam start driving in the fast lane. A bunch of college kids drive past them in a red convertible beamer with teenage girls. The guys who are big and appear to be footballers, look at Melanie and whistle at Melanie admiring her beauty and her body, they signal for her to remove her dress straps and give them a view by lowering their t-shirts down to their chests. Their girls in the back are giggling at their boyfriends and do the same to their tops taking out their titties and wiggling them, making Adam hard. Melanie looks at the tent forming in Adam's shorts and smiling at him lowers her straps like the girls did just moments before, and lowering her dress just above her nipples wiggles her boobs to the boys, they clap and showing them the thumbs up sign whiz away. "Some one got really freaky today," Adam says looking at Melanie. "There's always a first time for everything, Adam," Melanie says looking at Adam's hard cock. Suddenly a large truck honks and starts running alongside their jeep and Adam sees the driver looking down at Melanie and stroking something below, making it obvious what he is doing in his rig, as Melanie has not yet pulled up her straps to her shoulders. Looking at her deep 38c cleavage from his truck, he keeps stroking his organ inside his truck, while Adam tries to speed away Melanie puts her hand between his thighs and squeezing his left thigh, blinks her eyes as if to tell Adam to relax and let the trucker enjoy the view. Adams hard-on grows and he puts his hand between Melanie's thighs and cups it around her crotch feeling her panties getting wet and he starts rubber his fingers between her panties while the trucker watches. Melanie starts getting wet and rests her head back on the seat letting both the men enjoy at what they are doing, unknowingly her hands tightly grips Adams cock through his shorts and Adam presses on the gas and speeds away from the truck, thinking the trucker would be in for a few long nights from what he got to see of this decently lady sitting next to him. Rubbing her pussy through her panties and getting Melanie all wet and messy on the seat, Adam pulls back his hand to take the next exit of the highway. After a few miles he turns right to hit a dirt road with marshy vegetation on both sides. Soon he enters a forest with tall trees on both sides, driving by the thick forest into a small dirt track surrounded by trees the Jeep reaches the end of the trees. Melanie is back and up and a little bumpy from the dirt road. As they reach the end they see a vast area of flat land with neat grass with a lake in the middle, the other side of the lake also has a forest and no access route. The flat land is protected by fencing so that no wild animals stray in and the only opening is where the road ends. Adam parks his Jeep right there at the entrance just in case if anyone else comes by, he would have to honk for him to get past the Jeep, this way they get the much needed privacy, he thinks to himself. Melanie gets off the Jeep first and then Adam from the other side and both start unloading the stuff from it as it is already 5 in the evening. Adam says, "Melanie I have an idea, why don't we camp here tonight since the sun would go down soon, and we would not have much time to swim today as it is." Melanie says, "Well Adam I guess you are right, but I did not get any clothes and wouldn't Brad or Sheetal be worried if they called back home and found the phone ringing." "Well I have a spare in the Jeep that Sheetal keeps, and that solves your clothing problem and as for them calling we can call them first from my cell phone and tell them we would be out, separately of course," Adam says smiling at Melanie. She smiles back thinking this might be Adams plan but she is enjoying her self and what the heck. They decide to go ahead with the plan of camping there at night, as neither her hubby nor his wife is going return till Sunday evening. They go back to unloading the stuff and the two man tent, but, as soon as the stuff is piled up in the centre of the land Adam sees Melanie running towards the lake removing her sundress and throwing it on the land to strip down to her thin strip bikini. She is wearing a white bikini which looks a size tighter to her actual size. The top is tied with 2 strings at the back and 2 triangles covering the nipples in front. The lower is a panty with 2 strings running around the waist with a piece of cloth to cover the pussy. Adam feels his cock stir to life again on seeing Melanie dive into the lake. Seeing her breasts bounce and jiggle as she runs towards the lake, he starts to pull down his jeans to reveal his black swimming trunks which already have a wet patch in front by the previous events of the day. He takes of his t-shirt and runs behinds Melanie diving behind her in the water, realizing its cold and feels so good. Adam swims up to Melanie and holds her from the back putting his hands and arms around her waist and she starts giggling. Cupping her breasts from the back Adam realizes the nipples are getting harder and he presses his own nipples in Melanie's back, must be the cold water he thinks. He holds her already taut nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and start caressing them through her bikini top, making them stand up. He then releases her and she swims to the middle of the lake which has a small island kind of piece of land and a single tree. Swimming up behind her, he puts his hand around the shore of the island and holds her captive between his body and the shore, pressing his crotch in her perfect ass crack through her bikini panty, feeling the blood rushing to his cock and making it rise against her ass. Melanie turns around, and Adam lifts her from the water holding her waist so that she can sit on the edge of the land with her feet dangling in water. Melanie knows what to expect now and she drops her head back and her hands on the shore slightly parting her legs, this would be the first time in 12 years, she has never cheated on Brad, Adam comes up closer and pushes himself gently between Melanie's thighs. Adam opens her thighs with his hands and kisses her inner white thighs fully with his lips. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, unhhhhhhhh", a moan escapes Melanie's lips, holding her thighs and putting them above his naked shoulders Adam kisses pussy, through her bikini panty which is very wet. Kissing it gently around her cunt lips so as to not touch them, he keeps teasing her kissing her through the folds of her panties, and then he take out my tongue slightly between his lips and rubs the tip of his tongue along her pussy slit starting from below going all the way up until he reaches her panty waist band and wiggles his tongue there. "Oh my goddddddddd," Melanie screams out, "It's been ages since I have felt this way, oh Adam don't u dare stop now, stop teasing me you naughty guy and just eat me, uhhh god no, this feels so good, oh please Adam stop teasing." She holds Adam's head from behind and pushes his face into her thighs, catching him off guard, Adam squeezes her pussy lips between his lips as she presses his head inside her making her moan harder. "Oh Adam remove my panties darling, please" Adam puts his fingers around her panty strings and pulls them down throwing them to the right side on the island and kisses her naked pussy lips for the first time with his lips, he loves the taste of her shaved wet pussy, making her moan again with his dry kisses careful not take his tongue out yet. Melanie starts to whimper as she feels his lips rub against her freshly shaved pussy (she had shaved it for Brad last evening). Adam feels the pussy getting wetter and works his tongue out of his mouth and start to rub the outer pussy lips of Melanie's vagina. "Fuck, this is so good," Melanie says not believing the dirty words coming out of her mouth, "Fuck Adam you are such a wild pussy eater, push your tongue in my married cunt you bastard." Hearing Melanie get all wild and worked up Adam moves in rubbing his shoulder on her thighs and pushes his tongue like a snake into her waiting wet pussy, making her dig her nails into the back of his neck. He starts fucking her wet pussy with his tongue now wriggling it in and out of her pussy, making circular movements, until he licks it all the way up like a dog and touches the tip of her clitoris with his tongue. Melanie starts to buckle wildly and crashes back on the ground as her hands cannot hold the weight of her upper body. She holds her boobs together through her bikini top and squeezing them together looks down to see Adam now flicking her clit with his tongue. He hold her clit in between his lips and starts to rub his lips around it making it erect like a small nub, he then sucks it into his mouth and gently bites her clit between his teeth. "Aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhh, Adam, I can't control myself, Brad has never done this to me," she screams holding his head with her left hand and caressing her boobs with her right hand, "Adam my pussy is yours baby, please make me cummmm, oh don't stop please" "Mmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhh" she hears Adam say, in between squishy sounds. Melanie feels the grass blades rubbing her pussy's underside as she rocks against Adam's mouth, and Adam inserts a finger in her slippery wet pussy while sucking her clit, sending shivers up Melanie's body. She rocks violently against his mouth and hand and Adam increases his tempo with his finger, he's amazed the way her cunt walls are clutching his fingers and realizes she is cumming on his hand now. Melanie lifts her ass from the grass as her orgasm lets loose flooding her pussy and getting Adam's finger wet, he feels her juices on his chin as he is sucking her clitoris and he bites her clitoris again, making her scream on top of her lungs. "Make me cummmmmmmm, you naught bastard, oh my god I am cumming like a whore, unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please don't stop, I can't stop cummming, Adam I love youuuuuuuu," pressing his head down to her pussy she keeps talking, as Adam pushes another finger in her making her orgasm like never before she has experienced in her life. She holds his head with both her hands and lifting her ass, and arching her back lying down on the grass in just her white bikini top, she lets go and finally cumms till she has no energy left and collapses back on the grass, breathing heavily with a smile. Adam looks at her and lifts him self with his arm onto the grass and lies besides her stroking her navel and making circles with his forefinger around it. "Melanie lets swim back to the land and assemble our things hun, it's already 7 and it would be getting dark soon. We also need to call our respective spouses remember," Adam says smiling at her. At the mention of spouses, Melanie remembers she has a husband who's working hard for her and she experiences momentary guilt. Melanie searches for her panties and wearing them back they both get back in the water and swim back to the shore. Melanie calls up Brad. "Hi baby, this is me honey, how are you doing?" she speaks into the cell phone, "what's all that noise?" "Oh ok, listen I am going out with a few friends, and would be back a little late since you I am alone, and oh yeah Adam came by, you had supposedly made plans with him too," she starts getting a little annoyed that Brad left her alone over the weekend, "Will speak to you tomorrow, you take care, muah." Knock Knock She turns back to Adam, "Looks like they are all having a party and he seemed to be in a hurry, he must be having a good time with ladies around, I told him you came buy and he said to apologize to you" "I hope Sheetal is not too close to him," he says winking at Melanie, "lemme call her up." Adam tries Sheetal's number and looks at Melanie, "Looks like she is also at the party, she is not answering her cell phone, that's typical of her, maybe when she is free she will call back, anyways I hope you remember you have to apologize to me," he says smiling at her, his cock evident in his trunks. "Let's just put up the tent first and arrange everything you pig," she jokes with Adam. They both laugh and get back to pitching the tent, which takes them half an hour and then Melanie arranges everything neatly inside it and lights a lamp coz it's already dark, and a cool breeze starts blowing. Melanie is still in her bikini and she opens up a beer for Adam and herself. They both start talking and how life has been and where Adam has worked and usual stuff till they are both 3 beers down. Adams phone rings, and its Sheetal, "Hey darling, how are you, oh..........., that's good, having fun, say hi to him, I am just outside, came to grab a bite, might go to a friend or catch a movie, you take care and have fun." Melanie looks at Adam inquisitively, "Well seems like destiny, Sheetal was with Brad and she said they were all at a party with friends and there was so much noise, and she was giggling a lot, do u think your hubby fancies Indian married women, with petite frames," Adam asks Melanie laughing. Melanie looks a little worried thinking about Brad's reputation in college, and how stories of he and his friends taking women to their frat house for one night did rounds. Adam says, "You seem to be worried about Brad." "It's your wife I should be worried about," she says giggling "Brad was quite a player in college, just hope he is alone with her and not with more guys with your petite wife, hehe." Adam's cock becomes erect on hearing this and Melanie giggles looking at. "So hubby dear likes to think about his innocent wife being banged by white men," she says rubbing his swimming trunk. As she bends to rub his trunk Adams eyes get fixated on her boobs bending forward and her erect nipples through her top, he blinks his eyes once. Melanie takes of her top and then removes Adams trunks and her eyes open a little wide when she sees a dark brown cock spring back up. It's very brown with a pink cock head, almost 8 inches (bigger than Brad's 6) and so much thicker. She wraps her slender long fingers on his cock and takes out her tongue licking it around her lips teasing Adam, thinking it's my turn to tease him now. Adam thinks to himself, that it's going to be a long night. She takes his cock in her mouth and he moans. She takes it out and then taking out her tongue and pulling back his foreskin she inserts her tongue between his peehole and starts wiggling it, precum starts leaking out of it no sooner she teases his peehole and she smiles at him, "Someone's really worked up." He nods and lets her go on, she takes his cock back in her mouth and starts to suck it in her cheeks forming dimples as she sucks his hard erect cock in her mouth and takes it in 3/4th of its length, he feels his cock head touch the back of her very wet mouth and he hold her head and starts bobbing it up and down, she realizes the signal and starts giving him a nice wet blowjob. All that talk about Sheetal and Brad and eating Melanie's pussy before has made Adam so fucking horny that he feels his cumm boiling in his balls. Just as he is about to feel it rush to his penis, Melanie takes out his cock and smiles at him. She holds her 38c tits together and presses them to form a deep valley and placing the underside of her tits on top of his erect cock head she guides his cock between her large breasts and lowers herself onto his cock. His cock caught between two magnificent globes, he just lets her do what she wants and she starts titty fucking his 8 inch manhood. Every time his cock comes up from the top of her cleavage she looks down and taking out her tongue just barely touches his cock head with the tip of her tongue sending him over the edge, each time. Adam's feeling pleasure like her never has mixed with thoughts of Brad and other men fucking his wife in their hotel room, he feels his sperm rush up in no time and shouts, "Babe get ready, I am about to shoot." She smile and cups her tits tighter and pushes his cock completely in, with his cock head visible from the top and starts licking it around with his tongue. "Oh melanieeeeeeeee, now you have done it," and she experiences his first jet on the under part of her tongue, which falls back in between her tits, after that jets starts shooting and she holds her tits firmly around his cock and a pool of cumm starts forming in her nice cleavage, a jet shoots up and lands on her hair and face and eyes. Adam is all spent after cumming so much and holds onto Melanie's shoulder for support. Melanie releases his cock and it flops back down still 6 inches in length she picks it up with her left hand and cleans it by licking with her tongue, Adam is amazed at what this woman could do. She rubs sperm all over her body like a porn star, amazed at the things she is herself doing. She takes his cock in her mouth and keeps sucking it until she feels it getting a little hard again. She goes out of the tent and Adam lying down there thinking about the events of the day, hears water and realizes she is washing her self. She walks back in after 15 mins in a white towel and wet hair and sees Adam is half asleep with a smile on his face. She removes her towel and lies next to him with her heavy breasts rubbing his right arm. He opens his eyes and smiles at her and his cock still erect. She brings her lips to his ear and licking his earlobe she whispers, "Fuck me you horny bastard." Adam's eyes open fully and he looks at her and then with one swift movement he holds her hand and turns and sits over her thighs with his rod dangling in between her white thighs. He kneels and opens her thighs with his knees and holding his cock with his right hand, he starts to rub his cock on her pussy entrance. He sees her closing her eyes half and gently pushing her thighs further apart, he guides his 8 inch rod into her wet vagina. As his cock head enters, Melanie moans silently, biting her lower lip. "Adam fuck me like no man ever has," she blurts out. "Melanie I am gonna fuck you really well, my horny bitch," holding her waist he starts pushing his thickness into her wet snatch. After a few pumps he manages to get inside her half way. "Oh Adam you are so fucking big, don't stop, bury your rod all the way in," hearing this Adam pushes further and gets a little rough when her pussy offers resistance making her whimper in pain and cry in pleasure, "oh yes yes yes, please fuck me, fuck your whore, fuck your friends wife, you bastard." Adams ass starts moving now after hearing these dirty words from a woman who he considered to be the perfect housewife and mother and his ass develops a rhythmic tempo, fucking Melanie like she wants. Each time his cock moves in she feels him touch her inside, realizing his cock is touching and entering places insides her pussy where Brad never went. She starts feeling new sensations and new pleasures and her ass also starts moving in rhythm with Adam's cock up and down. She opens her legs and wraps them around Adam's ass, forgetting completely she is having unprotected sex with a stranger. Adam starts to move faster and her legs grip him tighter. "I am cum..........ming." "Oh baby cum for me, cumm all over my cock as my cock spurts in you, you naughty girlie," Adam says in between his gasps, "baby I am gonna cumm soon too." Adam realizes he would cumm into her pussy and deposit his sperm in there. He tries to pull out thinking that's the right thing to do since he is not wearing a condom. "Oh no you mother fucker, don't you dare pull out, cum in me, cum in your whore you bastard, unhhhhhhh, I am cumming," Melanie starts talking like a street whore, completely overcome by passion and lust. "Unhhhhhhhh," grunts Adam when her hears these words from a sexy lady under him and pushes his cock completely in making Melanie scream. "I am gonna cumm in us sweet wet pussy," Adam says feeling her cunt walls tighten and he realizes she is orgasming. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh Adam put your seed in me you fucker." Adam starts to shoot his sperm inside her cunt and possibly her womb and she starts to buckle under him her legs gripping his ass tightly and both of them grunting and screaming in between gasps. They both collapse at the same time and Adam on Melanie, his cock still in her and sperm trickling down from the sides of her pussy lips, they pull up a sheet over them and go off too sleep. To be continued ... Knock, Knock It was just after ten on a Thursday night when I heard the light rap on the front door. Knock, knock..... My trusty chocolate lab, Shane, who had been curled up by my feet on the couch, immediately jumped up, perhaps more surprised than I was. "Rrruuuufffff," he growled huskily, which as anyone knows, is the canine equivalency of "Who's there?" Shane can play along with knock, knock jokes with the best of them. I lowered the volume of the pay-per-view porn movie that I had just ordered minutes ago, and looked down at my bare chest and burgeoning hard-on threatening to poke through my sweat pants. I wasn't exactly dressed for visitors, from either the waist up or the waist down. Well, I guess that would depend on the visitor. I pondered whether or not to ignore the knocking, hoping against hope the person had a mistaken residence and would simply move on. The eighties song by the Australian reggae band Men at Work rattled in my head. "Who Could It Be Now.....?" But there it was again. Knock, knock....... Shane bounced on the balls of his four paws as his head swiveled from the door to me, then to the door again, in nervous confusion. A guard dog, he was not. "Yap," he uttered this time, much less ominously than before, but the meaning was the same thought as the one running through my own head. "Who the fuck IS that at this hour?" I placed the remote on the coffee table next to my glass of chardonnay, pausing the action on the screen just as a promising FFM threesome was beginning to unfold and walked to the foyer, calling out obediently to the only proper response anyone can make when they hear 'knock, knock'. Yep, you guessed it. "Who's there?" I asked through the door, peering through the eyehole which hadn't ever really worked, and seeing only blurred darkness. Gotta get that fixed someday, I thought. I most certainly wasn't expecting the voice I heard, a woman's voice. "It's Andrea Price, your new neighbor." My mind began to filter this information as she continued. "From 123, two doors down? Your son and my son met yesterday." Oh, yes, THAT new neighbor, the one with the great tits who smiled at me from the side of the U-haul truck earlier in the week, moving into the vacant townhouse just down the street. At the time, I had made a mental note to find out if there was a husband who accompanied those two nice tits. Looks like I had my answer. Knock, knock, indeed. Or was that knocker, knocker? My jokes are really getting worse, I thought, as I opened the door, forgetting that I was without a shirt. The door swung open. She stared at my chest. I stared at hers, clad in a tight black turtleneck. If she was willing to give me the shirt off of her back, I'd willingly play right along. It'd be the neighborly thing to do, after all. It wasn't until she began to speak that I noticed the bottle of wine she held in her right hand. Chardonnay, how did she know? "Oh, my," she stammered, continuing to look at my bare pecs. "It's just that I wanted to say hello, to introduce myself, and I noticed your son being picked up by his mom earlier tonight, and my own son, Andrew, is with his dad, and....." She stopped, embarrassed, blushing, stepping back slightly. It was then that I noticed her mouth. Huge, wide, with big, full, ruby lips, a textbook mouth for cocksucking if ever there was one. "I'm sorry," she murmured, looking as if she would cry suddenly. Her eyes were already slightly bloodshot and I could smell liquor on her breath. Not that there's anything wrong with that. "I shouldn't have come. I don't know what I was thinking about. It's just that I don't know anybody here yet, and..." This broad used a lot of run-on sentences, I thought, realizing that I hadn't yet said a word. Shane took a tentative step out onto the porch and began to sniff inquisitively at her jean-covered crotch. Wouldn't it be nice if humans could get away with that as a greeting? "Shane, stop that," I commanded, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back inside. He continued to sniff from a distance, and his tail began to wag. He apparently liked dad's chances. "No, no, please, how rude of me. I'm John. John McCullough. And yes, I do remember you, and my son Timmy told me he played catch with your son. Please, please, come in," I said, gesturing to her to enter. "But leave your shirt at the door, please," I thought. For some reason, I recalled a sign I once saw in the entrance of a tavern. "Men - no shirt, no drinks. Women - no shirt, free drinks." I gripped her elbow lightly, escorting her into the vestibule. The smell of liquor became more noticeable. This gal had indeed been drinking, and seemed more than a little tipsy. My kinda woman. "Andrea, did you say?" I asked, not really caring what the answer was. What's in a name, anyway? They're so overrated sometimes, especially when you have tits like that. A guy's auditory senses, things like hearing and listening, seem to be rendered useless when confronted by a pair of new 36 C's. "Yes, Andrea. But friends call me Andi." Naturally. Andi's mountains, how appropriate. At least now I had a word association that was conveniently geographical and anatomical enough to remember. I rubbed my hands self-consciously over my own naked chest. "Um, I'm sorry. Uh, I didn't even have time to get a shirt on. Let me go upstairs and get one." It was her turn to grab my elbow, stopping me in mid-turn. "No!" she nearly shouted. I stopped in my tracks, surprised by the volume of her command. "Um, I mean, you don't have to, I don't mind." Her voice was much softer this time. One might say, husky. "Besides, you have a nice chest. I don't mind at all." Her gray-green eyes sparkled with mischief, and she twirled a manicured nail around her frosted blonde, short spiky hair. With those words and that sultry look, the sexual tension rose exponentially, in tandem with my dick, tenting in my sweat pants, my only clothing. Shane lay down on the carpet, propping his head on his front paws, probably thinking with Labrador intuition, "This is going to get good." I decided to test the waters early and see what her intentions were, though I already had an inclination. I returned her gaze. "Thank you. And if I do say so myself, strictly as a neighborly compliment, of course, that I couldn't help but notice you have a very nice chest of your own, Andi." All along, even when I first saw her next to the U-Haul, I'd been trying to place who she reminded me of, and it finally hit me. Jennifer Tilly, especially two very prominent and similar attributes. I guess I was expecting her to blush, but instead, she proudly arched her back and huffed out her globes for apparent closer examination. No bra was visible, and these things defied gravity. "Thank you yourself, kind sir. It's a wise investment I made from my divorce settlement last year. I figured in the middle of a recession that these are two things that wouldn't lose value in the short-term." I couldn't help but laugh at her bold and brazen self-evaluation. "You've chosen wisely," I told her, sincerely meaning every word. "Yes," she nodded in reply, smiling a conspiratorial grin. "I'm glad we can get things off of our chest so easily." Now that sounded suspiciously like an invitation. But I didn't nibble at the bait, not yet, anyway. Instead, perhaps foolishly, and only serving to prolong what seemed to be the inevitable, I tried to take the conversation in a different direction. Reaching for the wine to chill, which she willingly offered, I asked over my shoulder while walking to the refrigerator, "So, to what do I owe this honor? A lovely neighbor bringing me gifts at such an hour?" Now, this was a question to which I was looking for an answer. The ball was thrown in her court, purposely. I always take my cues from women before making any move, and although I was fairly certain that circumstantial evidence thus far pointed towards a neighborly slumber party, I figured it wouldn't hurt to have that reinforced by Andi. I had the cue I needed when I turned with two wine glasses in my hands to see Andi lifting her arms above her head and peeling her seemingly painted-on turtleneck off and over her head, leaving me to admire an enhanced set of 36C's (D's?) with huge brown areolas the approximate size of a putting green. Somehow, I also noticed a belly button ring dangling from her taut navel. She smiled a devilish grin at me as I gripped the empty wine glassed tightly, and did that thing with her finger twirling around in her hair again. "Well, let's just say it's your lucky night, neighbor," she said, cupping her breasts in her palms and pressing them together. "Call me a horny divorcee who is looking for a slightly less lonely night." Andi walked towards me, reached for the wine glasses, placed them on the kitchen counter, and took my own hands and placed each one directly on her impressive mounds. They were the texture of silly putty left out overnight. I knew what to do from here, and began to roughly play with each as her long tongue snaked into my mouth. She groaned lustily into my mouth as I tugged and pulled on her puffy nipples, and I reluctantly had to release my grip on her tits and began to massage her smooth back and denim-covered asscheeks as our naked upper bodies mashed into each others, hot skin on hot skin. There is something so wonderfully erotic about being naked with a woman only from the waist up. Such a coupling has only one direction to go, and that's more naked. Andi began to trail hungry yet wonderfully soft kisses down the nape of my neck, my collarbone, then swirling her tongue around my nipples while her one hand eased southward teasingly. Finally, I felt her begin to tug at my bulge over my tented sweat pants, and as she did so, my own mouth lowered to her orbs and I started to suck and lightly bite on one engorged nipple. She moaned and lifted her head back as she snaked her hand beneath the waistline of my sweats until I felt her palm on my twitching hard-on. "Ummmm, big, thick," she purred lustfully. Her thumb began to flick over the drop of pre-cum now oozing from my slit, and my own hand casually unsnapped the button on her tight jeans. My fingers disappeared under the hem and we masturbated each other, still standing. Her pussy literally radiated with humidity, and her swollen pussy lips seemed to suck my fingers into her slit. She peeked down at the object of her desire, like a curious child in a "Please Touch" museum, needing to see what she was unraveling. My purple head peered up at her, curling northward. She smiled as she saw her prize. "Heinz 57 thick, wow," she gushed. She then asked one of the silliest questions of all time. "Can I suck it?" I didn't dignify the inquiry with a response. Instead, I guided her head down as she traced kisses over my chest and navel, tracing the hairs with her tongue, until she yanked the pants as I parted my legs, my cock spilling out inches from her face. She licked all the way down my stomach. Finally, Andi wrapped her left hand around my shaft, while she gently cupped my scrotum in her supple right hand. Andi was gazing into my eyes with her tongue stuck out. I kept my eyes on hers as she drew her tongue closer to the head of my cock ever so slowly. I could hear the infamous Heinz 57 commercial resounding in my brain, the husky voice of Carly Simon singing, "Anticipation". It was killing me. She was finally about a millimeter from making contact, when she drew her tongue back into her mouth and grinned devilishly. Instead of licking it, she whisked her face across the head, which made me shiver. "Please..." I pleaded, which made Andi lick her smiling, luscious lips and made her genuinely look sympathetic. She tossed her head back and grasped my cock once more. Holding the shaft, she gently slid her hot tongue up the entire underside of my penis. When she reached the head and I felt the warmth of her tongue travel slowly up over my semen opening, I could have come right then and there, but I would have never forgiven myself if I did. Continuing her tease, Andi moved her head back a few inches to admire the picture in front of her, knowing full well she was prolonging my agony. I made a mental note to get her back at the appropriate setting. Andi took my cock back, this time pulling my foreskin over the head and pulling it down. This caused some more pre-cum to form. Andi blew it on it lightly then took the drop onto her pinky. She looked at it almost in wonder, hesitated momentarily, and then sucked on her finger, swallowing my pre-cum at the same time. Andi had the most seductive eyes. It seemed they were constantly flirting, if you can categorize a woman being down on her knees and toying with your cock in the first ten minutes of meeting as 'flirting'. While my cock was pressed against my stomach now, she tongued the head. She picked up the shaft and slowly circled the extremely sensitive head. The sensations were so strong that I automatically pulled my hips backward. The heat and wetness that came from her tongue was glorious. Andi used the tip of her tongue to flick it over the exposed head. Each flick of her tongue sent a pulse of pleasure all the way through my body. She made imaginary circles with her tongue on one side of my cock, and then began to slowly lick the other side, causing two contrasting feelings that ultimately became enveloped by the warmth of their her hot little tongue. I watched in awe as Andi stuck out her tongue and rubbed my cock all over it. She next began to kiss all the way up my shaft, stopping at the raised groove at the base of the head. Her moist lips were focused on the ultra sensitive area as each kiss pushed me one step closer to ecstasy. Sensing my pending release, but not wanting yet to extricate my fluids, Andi then nibbled her way up and down my shaft, while she used her saliva and thumb to massage the head again. Andi then pulled my shaft towards her. She put my cock deep into her mouth and wrapped her lips around the base of the head. She used her lips as foreskin, sliding them up and down just the head. Her hot mouth kept on sliding up and down, while her tongue lashed at my entire length inside her mouth. Suddenly, she grabbed the shaft and removed it from her mouth, smiling up at me in an evil, "I'm totally in control" grin, reveling in the power like a true cocksucking-lover woman does. I knew the species of ravenous feline well, and was fortunate that one had just moved in near my own lair. Just as suddenly, she wrapped her lips around the head and began to suck earnestly, sliding her lips down over my cock as far as she could. It felt so good deep in her throat that I wanted to stay there permanently. She sucked and licked enthusiastically, then changed her focus to my balls. She took my scrotum into her mouth almost roughly. Andi began to masturbate me with her hand, while she licked desperately at my semen slit. She must have felt something brewing in my testicles because she brought her head up from my balls and grabbed the shaft, and reached up for the wine glass on the counter next to us. While holding the glass next to my cock, Andi inserted my rock-hard cock into her mouth as fast as she could. She skimmed her mouth up and down the shaft and head. I felt my cock against her warm tongue and the roof of her mouth as she engulfed me with her hot lips. That was too much for me. This was it, I was finally about to ejaculate. She held the glass right up next to my cockhead and vigorously rubbed my balls and shaft. "I'm coming!" I cried, as much as a warning to Andi as it was out of curiosity, wondering where Andi intended for my seed to land. She took my cock and held it upright while she began to twirl her tongue around the head. My cock was now absolutely dripping with saliva. The feeling of slickness was amazing, as she began to furiously lick the under side of my cock while placing the wine glass directly over my cock. As she swirled her tongue over my balls, she masturbated me frantically with her hand. I felt the surge coming, the unmistakeable powerful throb in my testicles. My body shook as I felt the wad shoot up from my balls, sending a powerful feeling of bliss up through my penis – which caused pleasure shock waves to spread throughout my entire body. Finally, the come erupted from my penis in wave after wave of elation. Andi had put my cock in the glass just before the torrents of come gushed out of my thankful penis and it flooded the goblet with gobs and gobs of my hot, sticky, runny white semen. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, completely relaxed and satisfied. My first-ever blowjob from a neighbor completely surpassed expectations. I opened my eyes and looked at Andi, who leered up at me, swishing the contents of my ejaculate in the glass. I assumed that she was now seeking a place to dump it out, but instead, while her eyes never left mine, she raised the glass to her still saliva-coated lips and gulped my cum in one big swallow, as if she were doing an oyster shooter. This unexpected but thoroughly erotic gesture caused my cock to remain in the locked and upright position. She rose from her knees and brought her mouth to mine, and I was shocked when she shared the warm cum still bubbling between her lips, her tongue easing deeply into my mouth, and dabbing my inner cheeks and tongue with the salty, tangy flavor of my own seed. All in all, I would have preferred the Clos Du Bois chardonnay, but hey, it was just another nectar of the gods. She peeled off her jeans, which were already dangling around her taut thighs, a baby blue thong barely covering her pussy. She bent over the kitchen counter, sticking her delectable ass out towards me, pushed the sheer material away from her ass, and implored, "Your turn. Eat me. Stick your cum back in my cunt. Lick me." Now, this...this was a welcome wagon. Every community should have such a tradition. I followed instructions from my slutty drill sergeant and fell to my knees on the tile floor, my own cum now burning against the inside of my cheeks, and I made one of those rash split-second decisions. As delicious as her pussy looked, poking out from the rear between her legs, I plunged my cum-coated tongue directly into her tight pink-brown asshole, and spit the residue of my semen into her asshole as she squealed in surprised delight. This had become a contest of shock value, a World Wrestling Federation event of sorts that had turned sexual, destined to entertain the combatants. If my new neighbor Andi had wanted a freaky and uninhibited opponent, well, she had come to the right ring. I tongue-fucked Andi's ass with vigor while my fingers parted and speared her cunt, finger-fucking her as she moaned into the formica, her head and tits mashed into the counter. Her pussy squished and her anus gaped, and then I picked her up and flipped her onto the kitchen counter on her back. Truth be told, I could have gone on licking her in this position for hours. I only did this because my knees were fucking killing me, aching from the hard tile floor. Propping herself up with her elbows so she could be a spectator for her own oral pleasure, Andi let her long, elegant left leg drape over the side, the other bent at the knee, with the foot flat on the counter presumably to keep her body in place. She smiled sexily, with half-closed eyes, as she swung her right knee slowly from side to side, making her outer labia open sufficiently to show the inner lips, nestled in the pink valley of her exquisite vulva. When it comes to women's private parts, I have always been something of an aesthetic. I see great beauty in them. Large or small, floppy or tight, I find them all fascinating pieces of female anatomy. I love to study my various girlfriends' vulvas in detail, always marveling at the variation in them. No two are alike - thank goodness. But all are a delightful collection of soft tissue, delicate moist lips, flaps and tiny lobes, encased in a fine fleecy frame. Knock, Knock A fine growth of silky blonde hair covered Andi's lower belly, spreading down the inner thighs, framing the plump outer lips of the vulva. Not quite as blonde as the hair on her head, but more of a daffodil color. On the right of her groin was a dark mole - a beauty spot, similar to those used on the face by ladies of the eighteenth century, which served to only draw more attention to her vulva - her beautiful feature. Although her waist was fairly narrow, Andi had a considerably large vulva. The long clitoral hood peeked over the pubic bone, with the outer lips stretching down to between her thighs. Although the inner lips were not excessively plump, there was a cluster of pale pink, fleshy lobes around the opening of the vagina, tucked away at the bottom of the valley. They were already very moist, seeping vaginal juices, awaiting me to proffer my oral homage. I was in no hurry. Kneeling between Andi's muscular thighs, I caressed them gently with the tips of my fingers, taking care to avoid the plump vulva so soon. I knew this would greatly arouse her, make her impatient, encouraging her to flex her sex muscles, dilating and contracting within the vaginal opening. I gingerly placed my thumbs in the hollow at each side of her outer labia, and was able to draw the lips apart, exposing the flexing vagina, where a small pool of whitish liquid had gathered already, just inside the bottom of the vulva. Her elixir of love. I watched in delight as the small pool sloshed around as her vagina flexed from need. Soon, I knew, I would add another load of my own white discharge to it, though deeper in the passage. Andi's inner labia were small flaps of wrinkled brownish-pink flesh, protecting the opening of the urethra, the lips meeting at the small, pale pea-like button, hiding shyly beneath its hood covered with a tuft of gold hair. It was waiting patiently for the attention it knew it would receive soon. The pink valley within the inner lips was moist, in preparation for the penetration it so eagerly waited for. I moved my face towards the vulva, blowing gently on the clitoris. In response, her loins twitched involuntarily. When the tip of my tongue touched the little button, her hips jerked heavily. She was ripe, ultra-sensitive, ultra-horny. I inhaled the musky fragrance of her vulva. It was a fresh, clean aroma. It was her own unique scent. Like the smell of strawberry soap in a dripping vanilla smoothie. A hint of violets wafted into my nostrils as I started to lick and chew gently on her exposed clitoris. Andi moaned with pleasure, twisting her pelvis to reach more of my mouth, pushing her mound against me. I gripped her buttocks, pulling them apart to reveal the full glory of her vulva, and started to lick and suckle the labia and clitoris in earnest, allowing my stiff tongue the joy of penetrating the vaginal opening to dip into the delicious honey gathered there, tasting its heavenly tang. Her body was now writhing in ecstasy, with a growing tautness in her muscles, her breathing hard and noisy, her cries of painful delight, showing her delight in the action. The whole of her torso was shaking with a craving for relief. Her trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation consuming her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her. I knew. I had seen and experienced this in many women. Just none that I had only known for perhaps twenty minutes. She was whimpering and moaning. Snatching at her breath. Bouncing furiously against my face as I lapped her, mumbling obscenities into her muff. She was out of control now, exactly how I wanted her, exactly how I knew she would be. She interrupted my soft utterances into her cunt. "Oh, my God! Oh, yes! Let me come! Please make me come! I need cock. Your cock. Get it inside me you prick! Please give me that big, fat cock!" In desperation, she pushed her hand between her vulva and my face, and with stiffened fingers, frantically grappled at her clitoris, seeking the final thrill of orgasm. But it wouldn't come, I wouldn't quite let it. It hovered on the brink, driving her to distraction. "Come on!"she yelled. "Fuck me you tease! I'm almost coming! Fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm almost coming! Oh, God! Let me come!" On the floor next to her, I swear I heard Shane whimper in sympathy along with her pleading wails for mercy. Her fingers got more and more frenzied in their action. The delightful agony was unbelievable. I loved teasing pussy this way. It just made the inevitable pending fuck that much more intense. She screamed, totally in surrender "Oh, then just tongue-fuck me, you dick! Please! Fuck! I'm coming! Coming! Oh, shit!" These were words I had not heard from a woman's lips in far too long, but I had pushed my middle finger deep into her anus. That was it! It triggered the orgasm. Andi's body jerked violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! She gave a long silent scream throughout the orgasm, her mouth seemingly in freeze-frame in the "O" position. This was the moment I had waited for. As Andi's body was still thrashing around, I held her thighs firmly, stood on my tiptoes, pressed my groin against her vulva and slid my stiff cock deep into the passage of supreme joy. While my new neighbor trembled and shook in her ecstasy, I slid my cock in and out of her with great rejoicing and relish, fucking her deep and hard. Just what she needed. Just what I needed. Andi wallowed in the throes of her orgasm. Realizing that I was now fucking her, she urgently rocked against my cock, concentrating on each little flicker of sensation from within her sensitive vagina. Her muscles flexed, exploring the contours of the intruder, fueling the delicious tensions stirring inside her steaming, pulsing cunt. She rocked against me in rhythm, now in a continuous movement, lifting herself to the very tip of the shaft and sinking to its fullest depth. "Oh, yes! Yes!" she moaned heavily. "This is unbelievable! Your cock is absolutely made for my cunt. Give it to me - I need all of it. Deep inside. I'm Andi, your new slutty neighbor. The cockaholic!" That is quite an interesting self-appraisal, I thought, trying to ignore the stiffness and soreness growing in my calves as I still stood on my toes. Despite the frenetic pace of our fucking, I had to find another position. I quickly lifted her off of the counter, and carried her, legs wrapped around my waist, into the living room and plopped her down on the couch with her legs pointing straight towards the ceiling and began to pile-drive her pussy, pounding her into submission, as she slapped the cushion once, twice, three times! If we had a referee, he would have awarded the match to me right then, but I wasn't quite ready to stop inflicting the savage punishment I was inflicting to her pussy. And neither was Andi, not by a long shot. Eyes closed, her mouth set in concentrated grimace, Andi's cunt counter-attacked the assault on her pussy, sliding up and down, increasing the pace of the rhythm little by little, daring me to match her. Strong muscular spasms jolted her limbs. For the second time tension mounted in her legs and thighs. Her breathing became unsteady. "Yes! Yes! Yes! My whole body is responding to your cock," she gasped. "Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" It was like having a play-by-play announcer at your own fucking. Not that I was complaining. It beat the hell out of Chris Berman. Leaning over her, between her legs suspended in air, I now latched my lips first onto one stiff nipple for a prolonged suckle, then the other, my hands caressing her trembling buttocks. The moment of ultimate penetration when my cock snapped against her cervix had given me that supreme feeling of elation I always had when my cock penetrated the point of no return within a woman's vagina. Andi's was surprisingly deep, though extremely well lubricated, which permitted maximum access into her vaginal tunnel. Though very deep, her vagina gave a wonderfully tight fit, which I knew would soon raise me to another powerful ejaculation. "That's fantastic," I encouraged her as her inner muscles gripped my cock, as my fingers of one hand now dabbled with the rim of her rear passage while the other fingered the labia clutching my cock. She was sopping wet now with her oozing juices. She started to jerk her loins in tandem with mine. In response, I lengthened the stroke with each thrust, relishing the supreme feeling of delight in my cock as it slid back and forth in her wonderful, velvety cunt. As I felt the warm softness of her deepest center, its muscles gripping against the shaft, the spring within me tightened from my toes. Contractions rippled up my legs and into my thighs. My cock tightened again. "I'm coming!" I cried, keeping with the theme of announcing our orgasms. It all seemed so polite, so neighborly. There was no wine glass this time, her cunt would just have to serve as my cum receptacle. A powerful convulsion slammed our bodies together as we swapped internal sex fluids. My cock exploded with an almighty jerk, spurting the contents into the deepest reaches of Andi's wildly contracting vagina. I collapsed onto Andi's body, exhausted and relieved. Her body positively glowed with pleasure. It was always better than expected, unexpected sex with a new partner. It was heavenly to share the sheer joy of giving each other the ultimate, all-consuming physical thrill. Intimacy, lovemaking, can indeed be wonderful, but for sheer, earth-shattering, ball-emptying sex, give me a hot fuck with strange pussy every time. I staggered on wobbly legs over to the kitchen to pour us a glass of the vino. I returned to the couch and Andi took a long sip of the refreshing beverage, not seeming to notice or care that my cum still lined the rim of the glass. She cuddled up with her head in my lap, idly stroking my now flaccid dick. "You're really hung, you know that?" "Thank you," I replied humbly, my mind fucked into semi-oblivion. What is a man supposed to say in that situation anyhow? So, I had another thought, since this was kind of a first date of sorts. "Um, wanna watch a movie?" I flicked on the remote to un-pause the x-rated movie that I had started watching, oh, maybe 50 minutes ago. Thank God for Comcast on-demand, good for six hours. After only a moment or two of witnessing the hot threesome on the screen, Andi began to wiggle her hips and groan. I eased a finger into her cunt, finding it still saturated. She slid her mouth down to my limp dick and began to kiss around the head, never taking her eyes of the screen. "That's hot," she said between licks. "Ever had a three-way with two women?" I slid another digit into her cunt. "Yes," I answered succinctly, fully anticipating a follow-up inquiry. She sucked my entire cock into her hot mouth, and Lazarus-like, it began to rise from the dead. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked. This was perhaps the second silliest question of the evening. A third finger penetrated her snatch as my only reply. At first, at least. Then, my curiosity got the best of me, as my cock began to stiffen and harden in her mouth. She sucked me and I explored her, but neither one of our eyes left the hot action on the television screen. "I loved it. Why do you ask?" Andi sucked for another minute or so, and then rolled off the couch, stood up, and sank her cunt down on my now stiff cock, riding me slowly cowgirl-style, so that we could fuck while watching actors fuck. Finally, her pussy grinding my cock, she said, "Because I have a friend coming down from Connecticut this weekend to help me unpack, and I told her I'd entertain her. Her name's Patty, and she's hot. Would you like to be our entertainment? Say, Saturday night around nine?" At nine o'clock sharp on Saturday night, I walked the hundred feet or so to my friendly new neighbor's house with two wine glasses (just in case) and raised my knuckles to the front door. Knock, knock........ Knock Knock This is my first audio submission. Hopefully it turned out OK and you all get some enjoyment out of it. I'd like to thank my muse (you know who you are) for convincing me to do this. :) * * * * * Click Here to listen. (16 min/mp3) * * * * * Knock Knock You're in the kitchen cooking dinner wearing your red robe. I just came back from work. I see you from behind, sneak up on you and cover your eyes. I say, 'Knock Knock!', your hands grab my waist from behind and you pull me closer. You say, 'Who's there?' I say 'Oh you,' You turn around and look at me. 'Oh you who?' I gently whisper into your ears, 'Oh you look so hot tonight!' You smile and playfully kiss me. I put my hands on your hips and push you against the fridge. We start to passionately kiss, hands frantically moving against our bodies. The doorbell suddenly rings, but we don't stop. The ringing continues and we still make out and don't care about anything else. You raise your leg to my waist and grab my face to take my tongue. Our tongues fight passionately in our mouths. I kiss around your neck, shoulders and a little down. You pull me back up to kiss me some more. My hand slides into your robe so it can slide into your panties. Your hand grabs my crotch to feel my increasing hardness. You start to move your hand up and down over my erect manhood. My hand in your panties starts stroking your vagina. The other hand cups your breast. You feel intense waves of pleasure within your body and you don't want me to stop, but soon as your moans start to get a little louder, I take my hand out of your panties. You kiss and lick my hand dry. I turn you around and slide your robe off of you. I lift you and take you to the dining table and lay you over it. I kiss you on your lips and start kissing down to your feet. I kiss up your bare legs to your waist. I kiss you over your panties. I grab your panties by my teeth and tug on them. You raise your hips slightly off the table. I slowly pull them down with my teeth. I come up kissing you from your legs to your waist and to your gorgeous breasts. I suck on your nipples and kiss around them, giving you teasing love bites from time to time. After giving time to both your breasts I grab your thighs and pull you to the edge of the table. I push myself between your thighs. You wrap your legs around my waist and we start kissing. You undo my pants' button and it drops down with a little tug. You take my shirt off and kiss my shoulder. I slide down and spread your legs. I feel wetness on your legs. I kiss where they're wet and keep kissing till I reach your vagina, it's completely drenched. I trace the outline of your vagina with my tongue. I feel the bump of your clit. I suck on it for a while. You grab me by my hair and you're really enjoying it. You're feeling an orgasm building up in you but I stop just at the end point. You pull me up and make the same position again, pull me between your thighs and wrap your legs around me, your hands on my back, you grab my manhood and place it over your vagina in line with your clit, and I start rubbing my manhood against your vagina. My manhood is erect and hard, ready to dive into your moist and warm vagina. I rub the tip to tease you a bit more. I place it on the opening and let it go. I place my hands on your waist. You place your hands on my shoulders. For a minute we stare into each other's eyes with passion and desire. I slightly thrust my head in and watch you arc your head back with pleasure. I take it out. You smile and tell me that you really want it in and you're in no mood of games. You grab it with your hand and forcibly push it in. You are tight at first. You bite my shoulder as I move all of it in all of a sudden. I go slowly out and then slowly back in increasing pace as your vagina opens up to me. You pull me tight close to you so that the rhythm doesn't break. You're losing control and I'm going faster. You're moaning crazily as I'm going faster and faster, your nails scratching all over my back. You love me inside of you and I know it too. I'm about to explode but I don't want it to end. I pull out and you are shocked. I kiss you and turn you around on your stomach. I pull your legs further to expose your vagina. I kiss your cheeks and spread your legs, holding your thighs like a wheelbarrow. You cling onto the edge of the table in anticipation. You're expecting a little tease first but to your surprise I go all in, in one push, you let out a scream. I lean over you and cup your breasts and start going in and out of you really fast, the sweet pain you feel is getting intense and I go even faster as your screams get louder. Your hips move up and down as I go in and out. The sounds of our skins pounding echo in the cold November night. Just as I know time is running out, I pin you in one place. I furiously pound you with all my heart, closing my eyes, wanting to last a bit longer, your screams breaking my concentration. Our steamy sex has really made the whole room atmosphere really warm, we are sweating heavily, but still holding on to each other for our hottest moment together when we climax. As we are getting closer to our orgasms, the grip of my hands over your body gets tighter, you can feel it that I am just as near as you are. You start moving your body accordingly. As I feel your whole body contracting around me I know its time. I pull out once and just go all in one final time screaming the arrival of an intense climax as my knees go week and I explode inside of you and your body spasms with me and you shower your love juice on me. The moment slowly subsides. I collapse onto your back. And kiss your neck still inside of you. Both of us are speechless. It takes time to get back to our senses. I get off and collapse onto a dining chair. You get off the table too and sit on me. We share a soft smooth and long kiss. We tightly hug each other and stay in that position for a long time. We sit hugging there your bare breasts against my chest. The smell of sex in the room is too powerful. I think about just what happened and we exchange a few floating kisses. You feel a tingling in your butt. You move back and look down to see I'm semi hard again. You look up and smile at me devilishly. I smile thinking what you have in mind. You push me back against the chair, kiss my shoulders and my neck and down my chest to my crotch. Its still wet from being inside of you. You grab hold of my manhood and move your hands along it, rubbing it dry. It gets really hard in your hands and then you gently kiss the tip and just tease it with your tongue. Then you come up and sit on top of me again and we kiss passionately. I kiss your breasts as you move up to position your vagina on top of my manhood. You just stay there for a while, while I make circles around your nipples with my tongue. I feel your moistness dripping on top of me, I accidentally move up to slide it in. You moan but smile and pin me down again. You still want me to give attention to your gorgeous breasts. I keep nibbling and kissing. I feel more moistness dripping and then suddenly you grab my hair and go down me with full force and we get to be face to face again. We stare into each other, my manhood inside of you completely, throbbing within you. We are speechless, just breathing heavily. You go up again slowly, I kiss your exposed breast. You do this a couple of times waiting in each position. You ease your arms around my neck and get closer so that each time you go up your breasts rub against my face. You ease into flow, taking charge of the pace, steadily getting faster and slowing down suddenly from time to time. I kiss whatever my lips touch as you move. As your pleasure builds up you go faster and faster and then you stop going all up but just move slightly up and down and I move up to meet you half way each time. Suddenly the light goes out but we continue in the moonlight. As you start moving faster and faster the chair starts cracking until It can't take our passion anymore. It breaks and e pile up on the floor. It doesn't stop us and you just get back on top and continue riding me, your gorgeous breasts waving magnificently in the air above me, moving with you, visible in the moonlight. As I feel again we are reaching a climax I push your back onto the floor your legs ease onto my shoulder. I lick your soaking vagina a bit but you scream for me to just go inside already. I place my hands by your sides to pin you down and start going violently forward and backward. You at first moan with each push but then you start screaming every time I go all in. Your eyes are closed, you clench onto my head, digging your nails into whatever you find, I just go faster and faster feeling I'll rupture an artery soon. You bite your lips and then let out a scream so loud and long as you climax that it just makes me orgasm at once. Your whole body arcs up with unending pleasure and I just keep moving with you to stay deep and feel the pressure of your climaxing body. You collapse back to the floor and I collapse on top of you soaking with sweat. We don't wait this time to get back to our senses, we just senselessly kiss each other so passionately and violently. As we relax a bit the kissing slows down and softens up. You move on top of me and kiss me one more time. You settle by my side on my arm and put your head on my chest and your legs over me and we just embrace each other, our juices still flowing here and there now and then, I kiss your forehead and tell you that I love you. You kiss my chest and tell me you love me too. We go to sleep on the kitchen floor with empty stomachs but full on love and sex. I wake up the next morning to find that you're not there. I see our clothes lying around and the smell of sex still prominent. I find a note on the counter, it reads, "Join me!". In the distance I hear a shower running. A smile comes across my face... Knock, Knock... (* Please note that I am not native english-speaking person. I'll do my best what I can to contribute in english, Thanks.*) Her name was Lisa and she was married to Tim. She was an attractive young woman, 27 years old, red-headed with nice C-cup breats. She has performed well in school and university and had a nice career in a well-known Bank. She was also very happy married to Tim whom she know from earlier. But all the money she was working with couldn't satisfy her. So she made the decision that more money wouldn't increase her life-happiness but a child would. As she wanted the best for herself, she wanted also a healthy baby. But if you see 2 nice pairs of shoes which one shall you take if you can buy both? Take them both, and with this thought in mind it all started... Tim used to go golfing. He had a buddy (Mark) there, he also had a beer with. Lisa knew him, because he used to stay at their home one night. To prepare her husband for what was upcoming she used to drink wine with him and watch some nice porn between 2 men and one woman on their flat-screen. Lisa: "I'd love to get the attention of two males. It makes me feel so comortable and sexy" Tim: "It aroused me to, I don't know, I'm bit curious but also jealous if I imagine..." Lisa: "Imagine what?" Tim: "Imagine this would happen to us" They agreed that they wanted to find out about their feelings. After some time has been gone, and Lisa has noticed that her next fertile period would be next weekend, she brought the subject up again. A glass of wine, some cock-sucking, a nice threesome movie and her beautiful body were her arguments to get Tim started. He send Mark a message that he should come over next weekend, spending his time with both of them at their house. Lisa was following the talk with a glance in her eyes. The next days till friday she was almost always wet. Mark showed up on Friday. After closing the house door, the seduction began. Instead of kissing him on the cheek, Lisa gave him a kiss on his mouth. Tim felt a bit uncomfortable about it but, he was a friend of both of them, it wasn't outside, so stay cool he thought. They sat down on the couch and talked a bit. Lisa cuddled in Tim's arms, kissing his neck like a sweet little cat. Mark on the other side of the couch was touched on his legs by her feet. Mark's heart was beating. He wanted this woman and now she was resting her feet on his legs. The kiss before he still had in mind. "I think my feet could get some massage, you don't mind Tim, do you?", asked Lisa Tim. Tim thought, well, maybe she wants to explore her feelings and said that it would be ok. Mark massaged her feet and toes, touched her skin. His hand was bit going up to her ankles. "Please kiss me honey. Could you give me a massage of my neck? I never had the chance to get two massages at once, please", Lisa said. Mark took off shirt so she was sitting there with bra and skirt. Her breasts were well-visible and she noticed the glance of Mark as well as Tim did. Her neck was massaged and her feet. It was quiet, she moaned from time to time. Both guys had rock hard cocks now. And all three of them wanted more. "Please also massage my wades, Mark, would you?" "Hmm, it feels really good. I can't tell you what feels better, the massage of my legs or my neck" Mark was curious about how far he could go and he slowly pushed his finger along her leg up. She liked it with pressing herself near to him. Tim wanted to stay in action and positioned his middle finger inside her buttom-hole and draw a line from there to her breast. Mark continued to go up on her inner tighs. His fingers came finally to her pussy. He softly touched her there. Tim's hand were now on her breasts, while Mark probed her pussy with his fingers. He smelled the heat of her and started to push his tongue inside her and ate. Tim and Lisa kissed meanwhile and it looked like they don't stop as long as Lisa got eaten. Tim could feel her shivering with his tongue as she spasmed lightly. But Lisa had enough now. She rolled off the couch and said: "It's my turn now" She opened their trousers and gave both dicks a nice blowjob. But she wanted them both inside their mouth, their dicks touched and as long as it was inside her mouth both Mark and Tim were fine with it. She took one cock in each hand and led them to the bedroom. "Boys, boys, they follow my voice" - she thought. There she layed herself on the bed, the back of her towards them. "Come both to me, each side one of you" Tim and Mark layed near to her, Tim in front of her and Mark behind. All of them were naked now. She layed on leg over Tim's and said: "Cuddle with me, please" She was kissed and discovered by four hands. Once she kissed Tim once she kissed Mark. Alternating between them, subconsciousness testing them. She felt the tips of their cocks pushing against her pussy, her butt. Both males started to rub their genitals over hers. She took one hand between her legs and put Tims cock inside her pussy. "Come and get me to down their, Mark" Mark pushed also inside her. Now she had them both were she wanted it. Two hard dicks of two men she wanted, 4 balls full of cum, some more time to let the bomb explode, she thought. Both guys were now very close to her, kissing and caressing her and fucking with slow pace. But the increasing heat of them increased their movements. She could feel alternating their dicks and pushing at the entrance of her womb. Mark and Tim got more and more into it and they wanted to fuck her now so bad. Both of them layed their hands down on hipps and tried to pull her closer to themselves when thrusting inside her. Their heads were now close to hers and both moaned in her ear. Sometimes she kissed one of them. But the heat inside her was too much now. "Honey" she said. "I love you Lisa" Tim instantly replied. "Who of you can fuck me better?" Instantly she got kisses all over her faces. When getting her mouth free again, she said: "I'm on my fertile days now, rush your semen inside me, fill my womb, I want you both compete for me inside my body" With that Mark and Tim stopped thinking. They were only feeling the need to breed. Like pure energy was running through their venes, the competitive situation has done to them. Their dicks touched inside her, their glanses rubbed over each other, both of them occupied by trying to trigger her orgasm when cumming first. Tim cummed first, quickly followed by Mark. Their semen was shot out, divided but close to each other in their balls, now mixing when leaving the glans. An ocean of different sperm formed in her, two cock head pushing quickly in and out, removing and adding semen. She orgasmed as well, waves going through her body sucking all the sperm up to her womb. They moaned from the insides of their soules. It sounded physical and animalistic, their brains were fireworks. All three of them experienced the pure reproductive needs. The males with the sperm competition and cockfight inside her, the female with the arousing moment of different sperm which her body will choose which one is the best to fertilize her. After they calmed down, they stayed there for a while. Semi-errect. But the weekend was still long. And now both Mark and Tim tried to get as often as possible between her legs. Like Tim was preparing breakfast and Mark used this chance to fuck and cum inside her. When finished she sat down on Tim letting him cum inside her. The breakfast was very talkative and they renew their energy for the next Double Pussy Penetration. Knock Knock I pull the door open with a flourish and a Cheshire grin. She responds with her huff and a small smile, a mix of annoyance and amusement. This little game of ours brings me no end of pleasure. Looking into those emerald eyes I think of how my little game started. Six months ago I invited her over and finally she could make it. After a month of broken dates she was coming over. I was more excited than I should have been. After all she was just a friend; my smart, funny, playful, sexy friend who was just waiting for me to reach out and pluck her. I noticed her car pull up and waited for her to take the elevator ride up to my floor. I could imagine her stepping out of that metal box lined with walnut. My head thrown back and eyes closed as I sat on my couch my foot resting on my knee and my arm draped across the back of the couch. I could see her walking down the hall as if I'm standing next to her. I see her walking to my door in glistening black heels. I follow the curve of her calf up to the delectable thigh that peeks from the slit in her lilac dress. My eyes are hands as they slide upward over an ass that puts the works of Michael Angelo to shame. Onward and upward I look and find the hips, stomach, and breasts of a seductress. I reach her face, the face of an angel, with eyes of purest emerald and framed by a cascade of fire. My eyes snap open, by now she will be a few steps from the door. I spin my body up out of the seat, over the back of the couch. Two long strides bring me to the door and I open it with the flourish that has now become customary. There she stands, convers, jeans and a t-shirt adorn her figure and she is sexier than the vision that came down the hallway. My face is blank, as I look on, her with an expression of confusion and a hand lifted to knock. Her eyes move upward to mine as her hand returns to her side; she does however retain her confusion. Though my face remains unmoved I know my eyes give away my hunger as her expression shifts to one of curiosity and mild amusement. I step back into the apartment and she moves with me. My grin breaks through as I step into her and wrap my hands around her hips as my lips meet hers. Her mouth opens with a small gasp but her hands push away any hesitation I might have as her fingers twine their way through my hair. Before I know which way is up I have her pressed against the wall with one of her legs riding up mine. My lips break away from hers as I lean back to breathe and find the bearing that has eluded me she hangs on and purrs into my chest before leaning away sliding her hands down my neck bringing them to rest on my chest. Her hands leave a trail of electricity that threatens to make me misbehave in such a delicious way again. "That was an interesting first kiss," her eyes seem like they are glowing as she smiles up at me. Now every time she comes over she tries to knock on the door before I can throw it open. She has only succeeded twice. After her second victory she was so enthralled with herself that I knew I mustn't let her win again. I snap back to reality as my angel presses herself against me. "Are you going to let me in or feast on me right here in the hall," she breathes in my ear. She steps back and looks up and down the hallway. "Not that I'd mind but what would people think? A Big Bad Wolf feeding on a sweet innocent girl like me right out in the open," she punctuates her statement by stepping out into the hall and waving her arm across her body. I call her bluff and step out after her until she is pressed up against the opposite door. She has her hands on my chest looking up at me with wide eyes. My hands slide down to her ass and squeeze as I lift her up and feel her legs wrap around me. Pressed against her like this I can feel her heart rate pick up. "You should never tease a hungry animal," I whisper as I kiss and breathe on her neck and ear. "I'm sorry," she says as she cranes her neck. "No you're not," I say and I kiss her neck and suck deeply. "No I'm not," she gasps and grips my shoulder tighter. "Let's go inside before a neighbor calls the cops," I move to unwrap her legs but she resists. She looks at me with big eyes and nibbles her lip. After a moment she releases me. "Let's go inside but let's skip the foreplay," she looks pleadingly at me. "Sorry sweetheart I'm not that easy. Besides you always go first and are so grateful afterward." I take her hand and guide her in she follows with a small moan. Whether or not it's from desperation or anticipation I can't tell. Though it might be a little of both. She walks ahead of me to the bed room as I close the door and lock it. I watch her cute butt wiggle away with a little extra swing to it than normal. I smile as I move over to the kitchen and pull a bottle of water from the fridge and start to drink. Halfway through my bottle I feel her arms wrap around me, hugging me from the side. I rest my arms on her shoulders and pull her close as I finish my drink. I break free from her embrace and turn to look at her. Her shoes and socks are gone which is why I didn't hear her. She also lost her over shirt. I feel like misbehaving again as I see the sexy lace bra encasing her wonderfully round breasts through her clinging undershirt. This was no doubt her intention. I toy with the idea of disappointing her to draw out her frustrations but the point of the game is to make her want it more not piss her off. Instead of turning away I pick her up and sit her of the counter. She looks at me with a satisfied smile. She won but that's the beauty of our game whoever wins we both win. I pull her to the edge of the counter and kiss her again as her legs wrap around me. This time I let my hunger show as I kiss her hard. I am rewarded with a moan and a nip of my lip. I rip her shirt open drawing a delighted gasp from her. Her bra is saved from my lust by its front clasp. As it pops open her breasts only seem bigger with ripe cherry colored nipples. She smiles at my attention and leans back pushing her chest out. I gently kiss around each breast sucking as I lift my lips away caressing her stomach and lower back with my finger tips adding a light scratch here and there. I make a complete circuit of her delicious rack careful to avoid her nipples though she tries to guide them into my mouth. I can feel the goose bumps on her skin from my attention and add a few light nips to keep her on her toes. I avoid her latest attempt to press a nipple between my lips and just as I hear a frustrated sigh I snap it up and take a healthy pull. She lets out a deep groan and her elbows buckle. I take her weight in my hands as she recovers from the sudden pleasure. She lets out a happy sigh as she takes her weight back on her hands. My hands slide around from her lower back and find the button to her pants. She grabs the back of my head and presses me firmly into her breast as I slide her pants down. She pulls my hair urging me to stay creative with my tongue on her nipple as my hands begin to spread her now naked legs. I slide my hands down her smooth thighs. I feel the firm muscle underneath my hands twitch as I switch to her opposite nipple and apply a playful bite. She pulls my head up and kisses me fiercely as she works the buttons on my shirt. She feels my bare chest underneath and smiles biting my lower lip. "No undershirt. You planned ahead," she sighs. She takes the shirt and folds it up. "Counters cold," she explains as she slides the shirt under her I take the moment to lose my pant and yes I had again planned ahead. "Much better," she says as I move in close. "The Shirt or our friend," I ask between kisses. "The shirt was good, He is better," she replies as she lightly strokes the length of my dick. Good answer. I leave a trail of kisses as she once more leans back and I make my way to her delicious pussy. I pass her belly button and stop long enough to leave a love bite just above her mons. Now the real work begins. I look into her eyes from my position on the floor as I gently blow on her already wet pussy. She gives me a smile to go on. I caress her just outside her lips as I again breathe hot air on her pussy. I wrap my arms around her thighs as I move in and slowly slide my tongue from the bottom up to her clit where I give it a light flick. I begin to suck on her outer lips alternating sides looking for places that cause the most response. I smile as I hear her breathing grow shallow. I go on the attack. I begin to lick and suck on her clit as my fingers being to caress her labia as they move into her pussy. I slide two fingers inside and begin to curl them against the top of her canal. I begin to tap them against her g spot and she sits forward with a groan followed by a gasp. "Yes", she breathes over and over as she grabs my hair and pulls. "Clayton!" she screams as I go faster and faster pushing her closer to the edge. "Cum," I breathe as I break my contact with her clit for an instant. My command is heeded immediately. She slams her legs closed around me and a long moan as her pussy squeezes and pulls at my fingers. I push her high and higher as I suck harder and grind the pads of my fingers against her g spot. I push her until she screams and shudders. I smile up at the ecstasy on her face as I bring her down by licking and sucking her pussy lips. Her legs relax as she slumps onto the counter leaning against the cabinet. I stand up licking my chops like a wolf after a feed. I grab two more bottles and set one near her as I wipe my mouth and throw away the towel. I hear her open the bottle as I finish mine. I lean against her counter as she drinks. She sets it aside and gives me a sleepy satisfied smile. She rests her head on my shoulder and caresses my forearm. She's humming a slow happy tune. She pulls my hand into her lap with her now crossed legs. She inter laces our fingers as I caress her thigh. "Better now," I ask the smile clear in my voice. "That took the edge off. Now you have a job to finish," her sly smile tells me she's ready for the main course. Good, I prefer to cash those favors in later. I pull her to the edge of the counter and am disappointed to see she is a little too high to line up right. I stand on my toes in slight frustration to make it work. Her laugh makes me look up with a smile of my own. She point off to the side. My eyes follow her finger and alight on my kitchen table. I pull her close to me and feel her legs wrap around my waist as I lift her up and take her to this platform of love, lust and passion sent by the gods in my hour of need. I look into her eyes as I set her on the table. She smiles wide eyed at the raw look in my eyes. I move her legs to my shoulders as she stretches her body out on the table and arches her back. My head pushes into her folds and runs their length. With a hum she brings her attention back to me. She pushes herself onto her elbows to watch as my tip pushes inside her. She moans gently as I enter her warm pussy. She lies back as I begin to feed my shaft into her, inch by inch. Each time I push into her I add another inch after pulling out until only the head remains. She hums each time I push into her as she lies back and lazily plays with her fiery hair. The deeper I go the more I begin to appreciate her humming. As I slowly stroke my full length into her I being to feel her humming in the head of my dick. Slowly my strokes become more insistent. Her humming follows suit and draws a moan from me as her hum turns to a throb and pulse. The pulse sets me off and my strokes turn to thrusts as the sound of our bodies meeting begins to grow in volume. I wrap my hands around her waist and begin to pull her into me as she rolls her hips into my urgent push. I give an extra hard thrust that pushes her further up on the table and I mount it and push inside again to a mutual groan. I support my upper body on my hands as I begin to roll my hips into her clit as I slam into her pussy. She digs her nails into my back with a wild moan as I do it again. She arches her back and lets out a moan and drags her nails down my back. I throw my body into her until I hear the table begin to knock against a wall that was not close to us when we got on. I pause as we both look at the wall and back at each other. She looks and me with a laugh and leans up for a kiss as she pulse her pussy muscles on my shaft. I cut her laugh at my reaction short by grinding her clit as I stroke back into her. She groans and gently pushes my shoulder. I roll onto my back and take her with me. She kisses me before sitting up and gently grinding her clit on my pelvis. With a wicked smile touching her lips she begins a slow belly dance that does amazing things to the way we are connected. As she writhes on top of me she begins to slide her hands from her hips ever so slowly top her breasts. The closer she gets the faster she moves and harder she grinds on me. I groan and squeeze her thighs earing me a smile and gentle pulse from her canal muscles. As she passes her breasts she begin to throw her head back and forth with the sex dance that she has started. I grab her hips as I sense my end coming and thrust up into her with her downward grind. She lets out a gentle wail as her pussy begins to pulse like mad sucking and pulling me to my end. "Cum," it's her turn to order as she starts her climax. I respond with a half yell half groan as the first wave crashes and I let loose my cum inside her as she collapses onto my chest. I grab her hips and gently stroke into her. She scratches my chest with a whimper as my second and third blasts are pulled from me by her hungry body. She curls up slightly on top of me and kisses my chest. I smile and humming and stroking her hair as she dozes off. Knock. Knock. It's a nice hotel. Nicer than I am dressed. That's alright. I won't be wearing my clothes for long. His room is #138, which should be almost to the end. It gives me too much time to think about what is in the bag. It's an ordinary plastic bag. The checker filled it when Mistress bought the items. It says Walgreen's on the side. Ordinary. What's in it is also ordinary for some women—contraceptive sponge, condoms, his-and-hers lubricant. Nothing fancy. After all, Walgreen's sells them all. These are normal things for some women. Not for me. I've never done that. Mistress says Jason is getting famous. That's good. I like Jason. There was a catalog with lots of pictures. Jason, Peter and Justin were stuck, so Mistress was brought in to move things along. What they needed was a theme and some good shots for the cover and back. Jason was one of the crew, but Mistress saw him as more. Now that the pictures are out, everyone sees him that way. Mistress tied Jason up and hung him on the wall. She had Paul tighten her corset while Jason watched. After some stretching, Mistress picked up her favorite crop and went to play with Lil J, which is Jason's penis. He was wearing a jock strap and Lil J was so hard that the waistband didn't touch skin in front. When Mistress flicked Lil J's head with the crop, the cum squirted all the way through the fabric. I wish I was him. That all happened before I met Mistress. By the time I came in, Jason was back to being part of the photography crew. We worked together a couple of days doing boring drag-and-drop work. Once that was done, we finally saw the images of Jason. There were four cameras and hundreds of images. Mistress found exactly the right one. It shows Jason looking out of the frame. Peter is a professional. He worked at it for hours, as did Jason and I. Mistress took only a few minutes. I wish I could watch her do it again. For that matter, I wish I could suck Jason again. That was fun. It was during the wrap party. Mistress had me suck Jason in front of Justin and Peter. We have video. Jason was my first blow job, so he gave me pointers. It was almost like being in Mistress' control. After I finally managed to get Jason to come, Mistress barely gave me time to swallow. Instead, she had me get in punishment position so Peter could fuck my ass. I think Mistress planned that because she had me wear the #2 spreader all afternoon. Peter was much bigger than the plug. That was fun too. Later Mistress and I watched the video together. I like that. Mistress ties me to a stool, or something, then plays a show or some video she edited that day. The first time we did it, I had a stiff neck from looking up so much. After that, Mistress always tied my hair to my wrists or ankles. She is so thoughtful. Usually, she rests her hand on my ass and strokes it a bit. Sometimes, she will play with the ass plug or run her nails along the tender places, but not often. Mostly she just pets me while we watch. After the party was different. Mistress told me that it was role playing. Pretend. Not the same as life. That was the truth. Being with Mistress is much better than life. Life means bosses that are upset with you for things you cannot control, for words you have not spoken. Life is hard and cruel. Mistress' may bind me and whip me, but it's all about getting me off, making me feel important. I want to do it all the time. Mistress says no. She has a job for me. Mistress is getting married. She wants to have children and wants me to be the nanny. I love that. I would have a place and a job and I would still be with Mistress. More than that, she would trust me with her children. Mistress does not trust easily. That's the catch. Mistress says that she will keep me if I want it, but as her pet. Mistress would not trust a pet with the baby. She told me to choose. What choice was there, really? I want to be Mistress' pet, but her trust is more important to me. So, I need to learn about living on my own. Mistress says I should learn how normal women do sex. No ropes, no whips, but babies can follow. She calls it vanilla sex but not like that is a bad thing. Jason knows a lot about it. Mistress says he has been with over a hundred women. He can teach me if anyone can. So, I stand in front of door #138, with a Valentine's card and a Walgreen's bag full of lubes and contraceptives. No more pretending. Knock. Knock. Knock Knock Knock While it is not strictly required, I strongly recommend you read my three previous stories as they all feature the same main characters as it establishes them and this is a continuing series. The order of them can be found on my bio page. I struggled a bit deciding where to put it, but ultimately decided on BDSM as I felt that was most appropriate. This will also be a bit different since I am throwing in a second point-of-view. I don't have an editor (nor do I want one), but if the second POV is awkward or seems out of place, I urge you to let me know your thoughts so I can change it or work at it in the future. I should also mention that this story was inspired by a short film, the link to which can also be found in my bio. As always, I encourage your comments, both positive and negative. Enjoy! Darcy and I had been talking this for a while. We wanted to go to this new bar in Austin for New Year's Eve, but it wasn't really the kind of bar we normally frequented. It was a higher class place, with a strict formal dress code. We figured it was our first New Year's Eve as a couple and we wanted to celebrate in style. We booked a room for New Year's Eve and planned to leave the next morning. We drove into Austin in the late afternoon and got into our room. Darcy and I made the most of it and spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening making slow love and drinking wine. Neither of us wanted to orgasm, since we planned to get back to the hotel later that night and finish. The idea was to get ourselves on edge and spend the whole time at the bar completely turn on. Darcy was going to be wearing an open backed scarlet coloured dress which accentuated her curves and bust perfectly. The only things keeping the dress on her body were strings which tied together at two places—between her shoulder blades, and at her ass. She bought a new pair of strappy black leather high heels to go with the dress. She wore nothing underneath. Her finger- and toenails were painted the same colour as her dress, and her lipstick also matched. She had curled her gorgeous long red hair so that it framed her face and hung down around her shoulders. All of the red on her made her beautifully deep green eyes pop in contrast. When she walked out of the bathroom after doing her make up, I was stunned into silence. I had on a suit comprised of black pants and jacket, a pale blue shirt, shiny black leather shoes and a dark grey silk tie. Darcy insisted I looked fantastic, but compared to her radiance, I looked like a hobo. By the time we were finished getting ready, it was nearly 10 pm and we called a taxi to our hotel. I slipped on her coat for her and we left. I grabbed something and stuffed it into my pocket without her seeing on my way out and shut the door behind me. I was counting on the wine coursing through her to make her go along with my plan. The ride to the bar was short. When we stopped out front, I got out and walked around to Darcy's side to open her door and helped her out of the cab. I took her hand and helped her step out, then smiled at her and slipped an arm around her back as we walked toward the non-descript looking building. The windows were blacked out, and it was quieter than you would have expected a bar to be on New Year's Eve. There was someone out front standing next to a solid, old looking door. A door man, I presumed. Above the door was a sign, and in stylish lettering, it said, "L'Établissement," the name of the bar. When we approached the door, the man said in a gruff voice, "Name." You had to have a reservation to even get into the bar. I guess that was why it was so quiet outside. I gave him my name and he looked down his list and nodded, looking back up at me, then to Darcy. His eyes stuck for a moment, her cleavage tending to have that effect on men no matter the situation, and then reached to open the door for us. When we walked into the building, we found ourselves in a dimly lit quiet antechamber. It seemed ominous for some reason. It was a short passage with another door at the end of it, and about halfway down the hallway was a window of sorts. There was another sign above the next door which read the same as the one outside, but in smaller lettering. I slipped her coat off her shoulders and hung it over my forearm before taking what I had grabbed before we left from my pocket. Before Darcy could react, I pulled her arms behind her back, then affixed a brand new pair of shiny handcuffs onto her wrists and grinned at her, then pulled a pair of black leather fingertip-less gloves from my other pocket and slipped them on. She looked at me in shock. "What...what..." she spluttered. I leaned in close and pressed my lips to her ear and whispered softly, "Tonight you're my property and you'll do whatever I say. No matter what." The idea had occurred to me shortly after she suggested that we go to an upper class bar. The idea of us being dressed formal and her being mine to own for one night was exhilarating, and I knew that once she got into it she would enjoy it just as much as I would. "But..." she started, but I leaned forward and cut her off with a strong kiss, my hand gripping her upper arm firmly. "Do as I say, Darcy. I promise you'll have fun," I replied, and with that I patted her perfect ass softly. She nodded at me tentatively, and started walking toward the other door. We stopped halfway, at the window. It was a coat check, and I passed the attendant Darcy's coat, then my own jacket. I tipped the attendant, then turned Darcy toward the other door. I caught the woman's eyes glance down at the handcuffs and throw me a shocked expression. I simply smiled and put my hand on Darcy's back and started to walk toward the bar itself. I opened the door for my handcuffed girlfriend and let her enter first, then followed her through. We were greeted by soft, warm lighting and a pleasant mix of music and conversation. The number of people in the bar wasn't so many that the conversation noise was overwhelming, and the music wasn't so loud as to force you to shout to anyone with whom you were speaking. The music itself was something special as well. It had a soft, almost erotic beat. It fit perfectly with the theme of the evening I planned for us to have. There were also several flat screen televisions distributed around the room with Dick Clark on them in Time Square. The sounded was muted, or drowned out by the music. Darcy and I walked toward a free table. I could see her hands fidgeting in the handcuffs as we sat down, her hands hanging over the edge of the seat. The seats themselves were backless and low to the ground and extremely comfortable to sit on. There was a single candle on the table. It seemed almost like a romantic restaurant atmosphere, except there was no food served here. After a couple minutes, someone came by to take our order. Darcy opened her mouth after being asked what she wanted, but before she could speak, I cut her off and told the waitress, "I'll have a double vodka, on the rocks, and the lady will have a double whiskey, neat." Darcy was a whiskey girl. I loved a girl that could drink with the best of them. The waitress glanced down at Darcy's back, presumably seeing the handcuffs and shot me a glance. I was going to get that a lot tonight. I just shrugged and smiled as she turned to leave. I leaned over the table when she'd left and whispered softly to Darcy, "How are you doing, baby?" She smiled feebly at me. She was still nervous. "I'm okay. I feel awkward wearing these though. I keep feeling like everyone's eyes are on me." I spared her by not telling her that many actually were looking at her, specifically her cuffs. The attention was drawn to her initially because of her looks—I saw several men glance at her tits in the low cut dress—and then they saw the cuffs and looked at me with varying degrees of shock. I did see that one girl looked intrigued, though. Her eyes kept glancing at Darcy's wrists with a sort of wanting look. She seemed to be distracted from her date. The drinks came; I paid, and then picked up Darcy's glass. She looked down at it and knew what I was going to do. Her soft, full, glossy red lips parted as I raised the glass to her lips and tilted it slowly, letting some of the dark amber coloured liquid spill into her mouth. She swallowed it, then took a deep breath as she felt the slight burning warmth down her throat. I set her glass down and took a swig of my own drink. I leaned over the table and lifted one hand to reach across, brushing some of her hair across her cheek and pushed it behind her ear. I could feel the warmth of her flushed cheeks under my bare fingertips. She looked so gorgeous tonight. I let my other hand reach down under the table and I slid it along her thigh, slipping it beneath her dressed and running it slowly up her inner thigh. "Are you turned on, lover?" I whispered softly, still stroking her warm cheek. She flushed slightly at the question. Darcy shook her head. I didn't know whether she meant she wasn't, or was trying to deny it. I'd find out soon either way. I leaned in closer and pressed my lips to hers as my hand slid up her thigh and brushed softly along her waxed-smooth lips. She wasn't wearing panties to avoid any lines, so it was easy to access her. My fingertips touched her folds softly. She was soaked. "You little slut," I growled into her lips and bit the bottom one, tugging at it. "You're fucking soaked." Darcy's cheeks flushed bright red at my comment, and I backed off slightly, moving my hand back down her thigh and massaging slowly as I reached for my glass to take another swig of it. I took her glass and offered to her lips, which she parted for me. I tipped the drink into her mouth, letting about a shot's worth pour past her soft lips. I knew she needed it to calm her nerves. She swallowed it, breathing deeply again to counter against the burn of the whiskey. She nodded at the drink again, and so I let her have the rest of it. I followed suit and drained my glass, the ice cubes clinking against it as I finished. "Feeling better about this, now?" I asked with a smirk. She nodded and smiled back genuinely now. The alcohol was doing its work and she was getting more comfortable. I'm glad this didn't blow up in my face. It was pushing toward 11 pm by then, and we slipped into a more casual conversation, enjoying the surrounding and watching the soundless Dick Clark. I had ordered another round shortly after the first one, and we went at it slower than the first. I pulled Darcy into my lap so she could watch the TV without turning her head, and she leaned back against me. He handcuffed hands played idly with my belt, teasing at me as she watched. My arms were slipped around her waist and I was softly kissing her neck while watching over her shoulder. By the time midnight was nearly upon us, we had finished our third round of doubles and were getting even more handsy with each other. At that point, I cut us off, knowing we had enough to get us loose without getting too drunk. I kept reminding her not to do anything unless I told her to, but she was having a hard time listening to me. Each time she failed to listen, I gave her a sharp smack on her thigh or ass. Darcy moaned with each one. I think the alcohol was dulling the pain and heightening the pleasure of everything. In the final minute of 2010, the music was turned off, and the television sound was turned on. Everyone watched the clock tick down. I stood up and pulled Darcy to her feet in front of me, slipping my arms around her and pressing myself to her. I had long since gotten an erection from her sitting in my lap and I pressed it firmly into her lower back. We, along with everyone else, counted down the last ten seconds of the year. When the ball dropped in New York City, the bar cheered, among shouts of "Happy New Year!" and I firmly kissed Darcy, moaning softly into her mouth. She pressed her body into mine. "Come on," I said with a soft growl, and took her upper arm and led her away, toward the washrooms. There were two sets, and we went toward the other side of the bar, to the less crowded area. It was in empty, in fact. Perfect. ***** I saw the couple come in and thought nothing of it at first. Well, she looked gorgeous in her deep red dress, and I thought it was a bit strange that he wore black leather gloves, but other than that, they looked like any one of fifty other couples here. It was when she sat down that I noticed something peculiar. She had a pair of handcuffs on, and her arms were locked behind her back. She fidgeted as she sat down, but otherwise complied and nodded at everything he said. I stared. I couldn't help it. My date was getting annoyed with me, because my attention kept being drawn away. I wondered why she had handcuffs on; I wondered what they were doing here. I wanted to know. I needed to know. The way he touched her was electric. Her body reacted to the merest brush of his fingertips, and though I'm sure he thought no one saw, I saw his hand slip between her legs under the table. Her back arched at his touch and was seemingly magnetized toward him. The look in their eyes was of pure love mingled with intense lust. I wanted to be her, I wanted to be him. I just wanted to be with one of them, and to feel like they felt at that moment. I lost total interest in my date by the time the New Year arrived. I smiled and kissed him, but my focus was entirely on the mysterious couple. She had moved into his lap, and I could see her hands working discreetly, her hips and ass rocking into him. I could only imagine how aroused she was, and how erect he was. When they got up and disappeared toward the bathrooms, I made a decision. With a liberal amount of alcohol flowing through me, I followed them. I made a half-assed excuse to my date and left him sitting there with a bewildered expression on his face. Fuck him. I wanted to know what this couple was going to do. I tried my best not to be noticed as I stalked after them down the hallway to the washroom area. It was deserted back here and they were at the end of the hall, nearly out of sight. If someone came down here, they wouldn't think anything of it. I moved closer, trying to stay close to the wall and out of sight. I noticed a door off to the side and tried the knob. It opened, and I slipped inside. I briefly noticed it was some sort of supply closet. I left the door ajar and peeked out. His back was to the wall and the handcuffed vixen was struggling meekly with the cuffs as she pressed herself to him, her large breasts mashing against his chest while her lips and tongue sought out his and met them, meshing together erotically. Her hips grinded into his as best as she could with her hands restrained behind her back. He had his leather gloved hands over his head, gripping at something out of sight. His eyes were shut as they kissed. Their bodies writhed together. His lips kissed their way to her ear and whispered something, and then dropped a hand to her lower back and pulled at the string there. Her long red dressed ceased to hug her curves and fell apart at her ass, exposing it. She had a perfect ass, and I wanted to squeeze it so badly. To kiss it. This man was lucky almost beyond comprehension. His hand drifted to her head and pushed her to her knees. She obediently followed his will, and began to nuzzle at his crotch, trying to catch the zipper of his pants with her teeth, to no avail. She gazed up at him imploringly. This handcuffed slut wanted him to let her pleasure him. He relented, and tugged his zipper down for him, then extracted his incredibly erect cock and balls. I could see the tip glistening in the light from the pre-cum covering it. It was the sight of his cock that got to me. I moaned softly and grabbed for my dress, hiking it up to my waist and shoving my hand down into my panties, dipping two fingers into my dripping wet cunt. I moaned again, but bit my lip to stifle it, lest I be heard. I watched her begin to work over his erect cock. Without further encouragement, she flicked her tongue at the cocktip, lapping at the pre-cum, and then pushed the shaft up against his body with her lips, sucking at the underside of the head with relish. Her tongue licked along the head, swirling around it hungrily, and down the length of the shaft, sucking both of his balls into her mouth. She had her eyes closed, and I could only imagine how much she was enjoying himself. I wanted to have my mouth around that cock so badly right now it hurt. I shoved a third finger into myself to attempt to satisfy my drenched pussy. I fucked myself hard. As she sucked on his balls lovingly, he reached to grip his shaft, jerking it quickly, his eyes watching her as she sucked on him. She pulled her lips from his balls and batted away his hand with her nose, then engulfed him as completely as she could, taking him nearly to the root of his cock before lifting up again and sucking on the tip. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her chest to the wall, forcing her bare ass to push out for him. He smacked it hard. I could see the start of an angry red handprint of a welt on her ass. Her eyes were shut, and I could swear I could see her entire body moan with pleasure. He grabbed the chain between her cuffs with one gloved hand and gripped his glistening wet cock shaft with the other, directing it between her cheeks and pushing firmly, quickly, roughly. He was taking her. Making her his. She was his property and he was making it known. d My fingers were flying furiously in and out of my cunt when he thrust into her. I wanted his cock in me, or to be feeling her. I wanted a part of him, or her, or something. Anything. I was dangerously horny and more than a little inebriated. I gripped the doorframe harder as I fucked myself, my eyes locked onto her being fucked. He gripped her cuffs and pulled back, drawing her back to his chest and leaned against the wall himself. She arched her back in pleasure as he sunk deep within her and kept thrusting. Her head turned and kissed feverishly at his lips, tongue flicking out to try to dance with his. And then it happened. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. My phone rang. Loud, obnoxiously. I had turned it onto a classic phone ring and turned the volume up so I could hear it over the din of the bar. I gasped, and whirled around and pulled the door shut, leaning against it, desperately grabbing for my phone and shutting it off. I briefly registered the caller was my date. But the damage was done. They had frozen mid-fuck, and he quickly pulled himself out of her and stuffed his cock into his pants. He slid an arm around her back and started walking my way. They both caught my eye before I closed the door. They had seen the voyeur. My heartbeat was through the roof, my breathing was ragged. My fingers were soaked in my own juices and I wiped them on my dress in a vain attempt to hide the evidence. Knock knock knock. ***** Even though I had told her I owned her for the night, I still couldn't believe Darcy had gone along with sucking my dick in this public of a place. And then she let me bend her over and fuck her. I wasn't been gentle either. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from screaming because I was fucking her as roughly, and as hard as I possibly could. I gave her my cock just like I knew she wanted it, and even if she didn't want it, I'd give it to her like that anyway because she was mine. God I loved this girl. The way she had sucked at my cock was more along the lines of making love to it, rather than being a cocksucker. Darcy was entirely enamoured in the act of sliding it down into her mouth and licking at it, and sucking my balls. She loved my cock in her mouth as much as the words, "I love you," at that moment and I could tell all of that by the look in her gorgeous, deep green eyes. She kept her gaze steady with mine every time I looked down at her. My knuckles were white under the gloves as I gripped because of how good her mouth felt. Knock Knock Knock I was damn near close to pulling my cock out of her and filling her slutty mouth with my cum when it happened. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. It was the sound of an old style rotary phone. Someone obviously had it set as their ring tone. It was loud and obnoxious, probably so whoever had it could hear it in a public place. But it was close. Very close. We were caught. I froze for a moment. I pulled out of Darcy's sweetly tight, hot, wet pussy and stuffed my cock back into my pants as I turned toward the direction of the sound. I just barely caught a glimpse of her as she twisted around and shut the door. She was watching us. Darcy and I had ourselves a voyeur. Hmm, I thought, and considered my options for a moment. We could just leave and pretend like it had never happened. On the other hand... I turned toward Darcy and leaned in close, whispering, "We're going to go confront her, and she's going to join us." The idea was fuelled half by complete and total arousal, and half by three double vodkas coursing through my veins. My girlfriend nodded, not in compliance as she would have been required to do under the terms of my ownership of her that night, but as an eager accomplice. The look in her eyes was all I needed. I slipped my hand down to her ass and squeezed it, then pushed her forward toward the door. It wasn't far. We stopped in front of it, I turned to look at Darcy one last time, just to be sure, but there was no doubt in her eyes. She wanted this. I raised my leather-gloved fist to the door and... Knock knock knock. Nothing happened. I reached for the door knob and turned it, surprised it was still unlocked. I pushed open to reveal a supply closet of some sort, and an embarrassed, frightened girl about the same age as Darcy and I, but perhaps a few years older. She was quite pretty. She was very tall, probably just a couple inches shy of six feet, and had a slim body with an ample, but not too large chest, along with a narrow waist and wide, curvy hips. The mystery girl was wearing a flowing, angled blue dress which dipped past one knee, but only went to mid-thigh on the other leg, and it was rippled and pleated. Her face was also very pretty, though I couldn't tell the colour of her eyes from the low light, she had full, pink lips. Her hair was long, and dark, and hung down to the middle of her back. She would do quite nicely. I looked at her intently and said, "Were you watching us?" The question came out just loud enough to be heard, and was nearly growled out. I wanted to give the impression I was angry. She nodded meekly, not meeting my gaze. She was clearly very embarrassed, and though I couldn't see the colour of her cheeks, I knew she was probably as scarlet as Darcy's dress. "What's your name?" "L-Layla," she squeaked out, her voice raising an octave when forced to speak. It seemed she didn't even consider not answering and booking it. I had her where I wanted her. I pushed Darcy forward into the supply room and entered after her, shutting the door behind all three of us. I groped the wall next to the doorframe for the light switch and flicked it on. I squinted as the light came on. Compared to the low level outside, this was nearly blinding, but it would suit our purposes. I grabbed Darcy's upper arm and spun her around and pushed her against the door. I saw her large breasts press against it attractively, distracting me for a moment. I glanced towards Layla and noticed her staring at my handprint on Darcy's pale, curvy ass. "Do you know what these mean?" I pointed at the handcuffs while looking at Layla. She shook her head in the negative. She looked at me directly for the first time. I saw her eyes were a dark green, nearly matching Darcy's, but perhaps a bit darker. "They mean I own her," I said conversationally, while reaching into my pocket for the keys. I unlocked one cuff from Darcy's wrist, then reached out to grab Layla's own. She retreated a bit, pulling her arm up to her chest protectively. "You can't!" she said with a small voice. I looked into her eyes and smiled, then said, "You want this. You were watching us. I saw you in the bar before, and you were watching us then. And, your fingers are sticky," I nodded at the hand I had reached for which now was clinging to her chest. "You were fingering yourself while watching." I reached again, and this time she didn't pull away. Layla let me take her wrist and pull her toward Darcy. I hooked the handcuff to her, attaching them together. "Now you're both mine, for tonight at least," I grinned. Layla looked stunned, but I could see the lust in her eyes. I looked toward Darcy, and she was looking toward Layla. It was the same look she gave me when sucking my cock before. Hunger. I leaned into Darcy and whispered softly, "I love you, baby, and you're going to love this." She said nothing, but nodded instead. She knew her place tonight. "Slut #1," I grinned at Darcy, "please push Slut #2 to the ground and eat out her pussy. She must have worked herself into a frenzy while watching us. I think you should finish her off." Eagerly, hungrily, Darcy grabbed Layla's handcuffed wrist by twisting hers around, and tugged her down to the floor with her. Layla complied, looking nervously from one of us to the other. She had gotten herself into something, all right. Darcy's free hand pushed the blue dress up Layla's waist as quickly as possible, exposing the panties underneath. Those were quickly pulled off and tossed in my direction by my girlfriend. Layla's pussy, I noted, was completely smooth shaven. Moments later, without preamble, my girl's head was buried in the new girl's pussy, tongue eagerly licking away at her clit. Layla moaned loudly as soon as she felt the tongue touch her clit, and used her handcuffed hand to grip at Darcy's hair, arching her back and pushing her hips into my girlfriend's face. "That's it, baby, suck that slut's pussy," I whispered heatedly. I grinned with satisfaction to myself and pulled my belt apart, and unbuttoned my pants, pulling the zipper down afterward, all while staring at my girlfriend hungrily sucking and licking at Layla's smooth pussy and clit. Darcy brought her free hand up between her legs and shoved two fingers into the girl's cunt, curling them around so she could rub at her g-spot. I got down onto my knees next to Layla's head as my girlfriend worked away. Both pairs of green eyes flashed up toward me, seeing me shove my hand into my pants and boxers, and extract my long, thick, throbbing cock. Given that Darcy's mouth was currently occupied, I motioned my cock toward Slut #2's lips. She nearly dove forward. Apparently she was eager to please my cock just as much as my inebriated girlfriend had been against the wall before. Our show must really have gotten to the new girl. I could tell right away she didn't use her tongue as much as Darcy did, but preferred to sink her lips down as deep as she could go, which was all the way in my case. She deepthroated me without issue, without gagging, and rocked her head back and forth, fucking my cock with her lips and mouth. I moaned each time her lips bottomed out around me. I put a hand on her head and began to thrust lazily into her mouth, knowing she could easily take my cock into her throat without a problem. My balls slapped her chin with each thrust. "Do you like it when I throat fuck you, whore?" I growled. She moaned in agreement as she took my cockhead into her throat again, swallowing around it to make her point, then bobbed off of it and back down. I looked down at Darcy and she had her eyes on my cock filling Layla's mouth, her tongue working away at Layla's clit with eagerness. She was getting turned on watching this girl suck my cock, and I think she knew that the quicker she got off Layla, the faster she could have my cock for herself, but for now she was content to play the role of the obedient pussy-licking slut. Her fingers fucked in and out of Layla's pussy blindingly quick, not stopping for even a moment. It was working too, because the new girl's hips were bucking and writing into my girlfriend's face, and her hand was gripping at Darcy's hair harder, pulling her into her cunt. "Lick and finger her pussy harder, Darcy. And suck my dick like a good little slut, Layla, show me what you can really do," I said, encouraging them. The tongue and fingers in her pussy was driving her insane, because Layla's mouth was trying to bob on my shaft even faster. I was half afraid she was going to choke on my cock, but her deepthroating skills were amazing. She had her eyes closed and practically encouraged me to fuck her throat even harder, loving every second of it. Clearly cocksucking was something she enjoyed immensely. With a final thrust into her mouth, she pulled off of me and screamed as Darcy brought her off, at last, gripping my girlfriend's hair roughly and fucking her face and fingers with her pussy. It was a powerful orgasm. As Layla lay writing in her own pleasure on the floor, I reached down to grab Darcy's throat lightly, dragging her up so I could kiss her hard, my tongue darting into her mouth, moaning into her softly as I tasted the juices covering her lips and tongue. I broke from the kiss and reached down to unlock the handcuff from Layla's wrist, quickly switching hands so they were on opposite arms for the girls. "Sixty-nine," I growled at them. They both quickly complied, with Darcy getting on top. Layla used her free hand to push Darcy's dress out of the way, and quickly went to work tonguing at her cunt, slipping it into her folds, and using her hand to rub the little pleasure button at the top of her slit, returning the favour that had been paid to her before. Darcy dove right back into where she was before, but I couldn't see as I moved around behind her. I wanted to fuck my girlfriend again so fucking badly. I grabbed Layla's hand and put it on my cock. She seemed to know exactly what I wanted, because she pushed it right against Darcy's folds as she tongued away. I could feel the tip of her tongue teasing me as she licked at my girlfriend's cuntlips. The dual sensation of the tongue and my head being blanketed by wet heat was nearly overwhelming. I shoved into Darcy with as much force as I could muster, grabbing both sides of her hips and slamming them back to meet my lunging pelvis. She grunted loudly into Layla's cunt as I fucked into her. I wasted no time on pleasantries and kept up the rough fucking pace. We did have a limited amount of time before we had to leave, so I couldn't exactly dawdle. Plus, I was afraid that Layla's scream might have alerted someone. With my hands pulling at her hips and mine thrusting forward powerfully, the noise of the sex was nearly deafening in the small space, overcoming the music outside the room even. Then couple that with two girls moaning because one was having her clit licked while being fucked, and the other was having her cunt tonguefucked and god knows what else I couldn't see. Layla kept up the feverish licking pace on Darcy, drifting across the shaft of my cock frequently as it drove in and out of my girlfriend's cunt, probably fuelled by the tongue exploring her own pussy, and I rewarded Slut #2 by occasionally pulling out of #1 and sliding my shaft deep into her mouth, letting her throat swallow around the head and to taste the deepest juices of Darcy's pussy on the tip of my cock. She moaned whenever she had my cock in her mouth, loving every second of it. "God, you both are suck fucking sluts for me, aren't you? All mine for the night, my property, doing whatever I want," I spoke hoarsely, my own pleasure nearly bubbling up and over my ability to speak. "Lick her ass, Darcy." And with that, I reached forward and grabbed onto a handful of Darcy's hair and pushed it forward, encouraging her face further down to lick at Layla's ass. She must have done that, because Layla yelped slightly and pressed her face harder into Darcy's cunt. I smiled with satisfaction as my cock drove deep into my girlfriend's cunt once again, and I slid my index finger into my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, before reaching down and pushing it between Darcy's ass cheeks. This made her head snap up quickly, pushing against my encouraging hand and moan like the whore she was for me in that moment. This also seemed to trigger her orgasm. The addition of the anal pleasure along with my cock pounding into her slutty pussy, and the tongue licking her clit forced her over the edge, and Darcy came so fucking hard, her head tilting back down to muffle her loud scream into Layla's asshole again. Her ass pushed back against me and her pussy grinded down into Layla's mouth with such force I thought my cock would snap off as she came. I let go of her hair and backed off, pulling my cock from Darcy's cunt as she continued pressing her face into Layla's ass. I think the added screaming into her pushed her to the edge as well, because a moment later she pressed mouth into my girlfriend's cunt to muffle the screams. Someone was bound to come looking for the noise of what they probably thought was bloody murder after this performance. I pulled out of Darcy's pussy quickly, because I needed to cum now. "On your knees, sluts," I growled quickly, my hand wrapping around my cock and jerking it quickly as they complied with my command. "Now suck it," and they both leaned forward for my shaft. Darcy's lips surrounded my tip and sucked at it hungrily, tongue bathing me and licking her juices up while Layla's mouth attacked my balls, sucking on the shaved sac hard, rolling them around in their mouth. The two then shifted around to suck my shaft in tandem, running their parted lips and tongue up along my length, before kissing each other around the tip of my cock. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. I yanked my cock back from their suckling mouths and grabbed it, jerking it furiously. Both Darcy and Layla looked up at me with expectant eyes. They wanted their prize, and I was happy to give it. Looking down at the two sluts, the one whose heart belonged to me, and the one I borrowed for the evening's adventure, I grunted the grunt a man only makes when he orgasms, and I felt the first large rope of sticky white cream burst from my tip and splash across my girlfriend's face, her mouth open and tongue out to catch as much as she could. I directed the next spray along Layla's face, then alternated, trying to even the cum out as much as possible, until the final limp shot dribbled from my tip. Darcy was the one who leaned into suck my tip to extract the last bit. Then the two girls turned to each other and leaned forward, fulfilling an unspoken agreement between the two. Their tongues darted out and began to lick and suck at each other, lapping up all the cum, exactly like two cum sluts should do. Knock knock knock. We all turned our heads to look at the door. Shit. Knock, Knock. Threesome Awaits The drive to your new work place seems to take quite a while, well more than an hour or so anyway but after part way done, the quiet has to broken as I'm sat there going through what went on earlier in my mind, a case of the 'should I or shouldn't I' syndrome when all of a sudden I tell you to pull over. You pull over without asking any questions and I wriggle my way over next to you and manage to turn around and kneel. I kiss you, just a little at first then they get harder and longer as the tears begin to fall. I compose myself while explaining what went on. You reassure me; that all is okay and then feeling a lot better, I kiss you again. This time with a need in the kiss. Our breathing alters. You take the hint and feel the same way that we start to explore each others' bodies. Your hands find my tits as my nipples harden to your touch. I find your waistband but you undo your trousers and pull them down over your bum and sit back down, while I remove mine hastily as things fall out of pockets and I clamber onto your knee. I need to feel you inside me as we kiss deeply, while lowering myself onto your hard cock as it slides into my wet pussy, trying to go so slowly and savour this moment of lust. I gentle rock back and forth to slide up / down your shaft but that just doesn't feel enough for the both of us, we need more. With my hands on the back of your seat and yours on my hips. You lift me; letting me know to change rhythm so as I lift you slide closer to the edge of your seat. Allowing better entry and better sex. You sense I am close to coming as you lift up on my way downs pulling me onto you more with each thrust as we then explode onto and into each other. We hold each other a while, say our I love you' and get decent. Sit back where we were but I'm closer now and you finish the drive. Once arrived and parked, we do what ever needs doing, shown around that sort of thing. When you are showing me your office, the phone rings and you answer it; its only a short call but after that there's a knock at the door. With it being your office, something comes over me and I hide under your big blocked in desk out of the way, so as not to be in the way or caught out and I didn't want to apologise and leave been in unfamiliar surroundings without you with me. You seem okay with that as obviously you know who came in. You two don't chat about work related stuff, just men's stuff like fishing, drinking and guess what women crop up to in the conversation. You continue the chat about women with him, but you don't let him know that I'm right there in your office. You both are sat down quite comfy having a nice conversation about women in general until the subject gets around to sex. My ears have pricked up now as I wait to hear some nice raunchy things about what you've done in the past and even anything that you may of said to your mate about what you would like to try if given the opportunity. I'm knelt under your desk feeling your leg as you chat about sex etc., knowing that it will get you horny, I already am. Moving my hand further and further up your leg until I can reach your now hardening bulge in tenting trousers. You are sat in such a way that it cannot be seen so I very quietly unzip you as you fidget a bit allowing you to release that cock of yours, under your desk while chatting with a friend but have you done that kind of thing before, I wonder. I slowly and teasingly start to wank you off; you are trying not to change your tone of speech or breathing - now comes the crunch. There's enough room for me to take his head into my mouth as you gasp and cough a bit at the sudden change of feeling. You give your friend some excuse and carry on chatting, while unknowing to you, I am also undoing my trousers so as to get at my pussy. I wet my fingers on my pussy juice then rub it on your cock, you watch my hand disappear and glance as it reappears and touches your cock then I lick and suck your cock. Knowing that you are sneaking glances at me is making me so horny. I find a pen under your desk and give you a nudge, you look and you lean over to pick it up. Only I to grab your wrist and make you touch my pussy instead, to feel how wet and hot it is. You pick the pen up and put it back on your desk. This carry on is getting too much for us now. I squeeze and grip your cock hard now as I stroke and you to then want your friend to leave but he's a good friend and you don't really want to kick him out but you would really like to. But he knows you all too well and he knows that there is something going on. I hear you scribble something onto a piece of paper and pass it to him to read. Maybe I didn't check out your desk properly as its not blocked in solid as I thought but nevertheless he was unknowing for a while anyway and I was unknowing totally until I felt a hand touch my bum as I'm still under your desk and knowing it's not yours. He too feels how wet I am but that's all he does. I can move out from under the desk and stretch to find much to my enjoyment, two guys with their hands wrapped around their cocks. It seems to please that with you talking about sex that your friend got horny and felt the need of release. Even more so when he found out the I had been under your desk all along - sucking and rubbing your cock and playing with my own pussy, it even got me more hornier knowing that what I was doing but he never. Any ways now that we are in the open, I continued to play with your cock. Not knowing if I dare touch his and wank you both off at the same time - a fantasy of mine; but you soon sort that out as you put my other hand on his cock for me and I give yours an extra tight squeeze to say thanks. I kiss you, then go back on my knees and take your cock into my mouth, while I am still stroking the other cock. I struggle to do these two things at once in way of a rhythm but I manage. My pussy feels left out as I stand and sit on the edge of your desk allowing you to finger me, you then kneel down and start to eat my pussy as I grip the other cock tighter through 'oh my god' yes please. You sense I'm getting close, you stand up and slide your cock into my dripping pussy. I can't get away from thinking about two cocks and yes please, two cocks. I push you away so we can change places but you sit on your chair instead allowing me to straddle you. Slowly sinking your rock hard cock back into my soaking pussy. God I'm so turned on by this that we can't wait to be alone. Your friend ( lets call him Sid ) moves closer so I can stroke him again and take his cock into my mouth right in front of you as Sid plays with my bum cheeks, squeezing them. I'm sure I felt his fingers on my pussy getting juiced up, ready to wet my ass as he runs his fingers over it as if he's rubbing a pussy. I cant help but moan and push onto you harder as I take Sid's' cock back into my mouth to lube him up in-case. Sid pulls his cock out and moves behind me and now rubs his wet cock on my wet ass and slowly pushes against it. He enters slowly as I try to push both cocks in deeper, not wanting yours to slip out while I push back on his. Now you both start to move in a rhythm as you both start to pound into me. But not for long, I kiss you hard as I cum so as not to bite your shoulder (when I'm high on sex, I like to bite as I cum, it heightens the cum feeling), you cum inside of me in what feels like gush after gush of hot cum in my pussy and Sid pulls out and cums over me. We get dressed and tidy up, then Sid says his "see you later" and leaves. We leave your office, have a cup-pa and head outside and check out your out buildings as we laugh, giggle and chat as we go. Not saying anything as too what happened but just seem to except it and the enjoyment it gave the both of us. Once in a barn like building, I sit on a box and pull you between my legs for a kiss and cuddle. With being this close to you and still on my high, I teasingly touch your softness through your trousers as I looked coyly at you. I wonder; I rub some more and I feel him stirring ready for another go. We kiss, removing my trousers and lowering yours. I sit there with my legs around your waist while you pound my pussy like there's no tomorrow, getting so deep that we don't last long, we come together as you said that you enjoyed earlier and couldn't wait to get me alone and fuck me. I said thank you for being so understanding and that I always wanted to try that and that it got me so hot but you probably could tell that. We made out a few more times, after that, not knowing if it would ever happen again. That night while sharing the same bed, I just couldn't seem to leave you alone, I had to be touching you some how. Just the laying next to each other wasn't enough so I just laid in your arms gently stroking your cock; not to bring him to life but to share my wanting to, my lovingness. Well he stirred didn't he and that was not the plan, but I certainly wasn't going to let him go to waste unless you moved in such a way as to say no. I went down to suck your cock after kissing and sucking, nibbling your nipples on route. Sucking your balls into my mouth and letting them drop out. Then opening your legs a bit more so I can get at that spot just beneath your balls to suck on and gently nibble on, then back to your cock and balls. Going from one to the other in any order, make you think that I'm going to do one thing but do something different, even like letting slaver run down your bum cheeks to with an occasional lick to see your response. After playing with your bits for a while, it's time for a kiss and some cock in my pussy so up I come for just that. I ride you quite well but stop sometimes so I can go suck on him again, then ride him a bit so to make me last longer. Sometimes instead of going down over to kiss him, I just come up over to kiss you and to get to suck a nipple or two, I'm moving all over the place for different sexual pleasures. Another ride, then a suck or two and this time I stop and rest your cock in-between my tits, where you push them together as I rock. You know this gets me more horny and you move me, so you can stand at the side of the bed with your cock between my tits again so you can watch this time as I lick his head keeping him wet. My heads back over now, you know when I'm close to coming, so you lay me down and when I think that you are going to climb on top and fuck me, you don't but you do eat my pussy instead. Your fingers are probing while you lick and suck my clit. You remember what happened before, so your other hand rubs in slaver over my bum. Knowing my response of pushing towards you, you gently push a finger in a little way, while you finger my pussy and suck my clit. You find my g spot and tickle that, while keeping up with the others. You feel my pussy muscles starting to clamp down on your fingers but you don't stop. You keep rubbing and sucking as I squirm knowing that I'll be coming soon, just need to go over the edge. With fists clenched, I mumble "oh fuck, I'm coming", one last suck, tickle etc. and I come hard only to realise, after that you withdrew your fingers a fraction before I came, only to squirt. My stomachs tied in knots, I feel so happy and exhausted. You pull me close as you snuggle into my back with your raging hard-on for a cuddle, we lay just right as you enter me from behind with ease and begin to use my pussy to wank yourself off with. I'm knackered and I did nothing. It doesn't take but a few strokes before you fill my pussy with your come, your coming must of triggered a bit more from me then as we come together again. We snuggle and sleep in total togetherness.