12 comments/ 381345 views/ 20 favorites Pub By: wifwat We had gone to this rather sleazy pub near the docks. The reason we where in this rough part of town, was to watch our friends daughter do her act. She is a stripper and an extremely beautiful girl of 18. I had fancied her for a long time and would have gone anywhere to see her naked. We where supposed to have met our friends there but they hadn't turned up. We had been there for over an hour and as there didn't seem to be any sign of a strip act coming on, I asked at the bar and found out that we where in the wrong pub, in the wrong side of town. I told Jane about our mistake but she didn't seem to mind, she said "I've been enjoying myself anyway, a group of guy's at the bar have been eyeing me up all night." "I suppose that you have been flashing at them." I said. "Well a girl's got to have some fun." she said laughing. I went to the toilet and had to go into a stall as there where 3 men already using the urinal. I could hear them talking and my ears picked up when I heard one say "She's been flashing her cunt at us all night." I knew immediately that they where discussing my wife Jane. The man continued. "If we can get her away from her husband I bet she'd fuck like a little rabbit." Hearing them talking about fucking my lovely Jane turned me on so much that I started wanking right there. I have often watched Jane fucking other men and I have enjoyed it very much but this was different. Other times had been arranged but this was far more exciting. I stopped wanking and slipped out of the toilet before they noticed me. I told Jane what I had heard. She was even more excited than I was. I went over to the bar, by the way to order a drink but really to see if they would try to distract me in some way. Sure enough, one of them started talking to me. "What do you think of our lovely barmaid?" he asked "Very nice." I replied. Whispering, he said "I've got some nude photo's of her if you'd like to see them." "Oh yes!" I said, acting more eager than I really was. "They're outside in the car." he said. "Oh, can I see them now?" I asked, playing along. So we made our way outside. I gave Jane a wink as we passed her. We were at the car for about 10 or 15 minutes. He did have photos of the barmaid. Some where just nudes and some of her being fucked by lot's of different guy's. Some showed her with 2 or 3 guys at a time. He kept talking whilst showing me the photo's, telling me about this barmaid and other barmaids that enjoyed sex. Eventually he ran out of photos and chat, so I made my way back into the pub. Jane was nowhere to be seen. Nor where the guys who had been at the bar. I looked around but couldn't find her. Then I remembered that when I went down the passage to the toilet, there was a sign saying 'SNOOKER ROOM' pointing upstairs, as I turned toward the passageway, I just saw the guy who had been showing me the photo's, disappearing into the passageway. I thought that if I just follow him, it will lead to Jane. As I climbed the stairs I could hear Jane moaning in pleasure, she certainly sounded as though she was enjoying herself. I opened the door and saw her bent across the corner of the snooker table. One guy was standing behind her fucking her for all he was worth and another guy was standing in front of her with his dick in her mouth. Just then Jane started to cough and splutter as the guy came in her mouth. As soon as he pulled his dick out of her mouth another guy took his place. The guy fucking her said "Let's get her onto the table." so saying she was lifted and lain on the green beige snooker table. Her dress, that had up to now been pulled up to her waist was completely removed. My lovely Jane lay there, naked. Her beautiful petite body framed against the green beige was stunning. A pool of sponk had seeped out of her pussy and was staining the table. The men lost no time in taking up their positions and inserting their dicks into her pussy and mouth. She wrapped her legs around the guy fucking her and as he started to come, it brought on another orgasm for her at the same time. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth. As soon as the guy removed his dick, another guy took his place and started fucking Jane roughly. I knew from past experience that when being used by strangers, she enjoys it better if they are a bit rough. There where ten guys altogether and she said later that they all fucked her at least once. I returned to the bar and waited for her to return. When she came back down she told me what had happened. "As soon as you had gone out of the door, 3 guys came and sat by me. They said how attractive I was and that they enjoyed watching me flashing and the ones either side of me each put a hand on my legs and pulled my legs wide open and the guy sitting in front of me started playing with my pussy. 'Slutty Bitch, don't you ever wear knickers?' he said as he shoved two fingers up my dripping wet pussy. A gang of men had gathered around all trying to get a look at my pussy. This was turning me on even more. The onlookers started saying things like 'Show us your cunt, bitch.' Or ' Pull her top down, let's see her tits.' I was so turned on that I started pushing myself down onto the fingers in my pussy, trying to get them deeper into me. The manager came over and said "Hey your going to get me raided carrying on like that, take her upstairs." so they took me up to the snooker room. "I know." I interrupted. "I came up and watched for a while." "Did you enjoy it? Do you like watching strange men put their cocks into me and squirt their hot thick sponk into my pussy?" she asked. "Does this answer your question." I said as I placed her hand on my rock hard cock. "I want more." she said. "I want you to suck my cunt clean, and then take me to another pub and get me fucked again." "OK. but while I'm sucking all the sponk out of your cunt, you've got to tell me all about how they fucked you." We left the pub and drove down a dark alley and got into the back seat. I got between her legs and buried my face into her sponked up cunt, slurping and licking and rubbing my face into it. All the time she was telling me about them shagging her. "They where better than you, they had bigger dicks than yours." It really turns me on when she says things like that. I was just about to stick my dick into her when there was a tap on the window and a policeman opened the door. "Out." he said. I got out and he got in and without a word started to fuck Jane. The other policeman asked "Is she your wife or girlfriend?" "Wife." I answered without looking at him. I couldn't take my eyes of Jane being fucked. "You don't mind us shagging your wife, do you?" "No I enjoy watching her being used. She likes to be forced a little and speak roughly to her." The one fucking her came into Jane's cunt quickly and as he got out he said "Clean her cunt." I got in and licked his sponk out of her lovely cunt. "Are you all right?" I asked Jane. "Oh yes. This is lovely. It's like being raped. You know that's my favourite fantasy." she replied. As I got out of the car, the other policeman got in and started to fuck her. The first one said "I need my dick cleaning." and pushed me down to suck his dick clean. I could hear the other one talking to Jane. "You whoring little slut, I'm going to fuck you rotten. I'm going to shove my big dick right up your cunt." "Yes! Yes fuck me! Shag me!" Jane was screaming. When he had finished using my wife, I had to suck him clean as well. At last I got my dick into Jane's sponked up cunt. What sheer bliss. It's like the difference in wearing a cotton shirt or a silk shirt. Your dick just glides into a sponk lubricated cunt. Heaven. We found another seedy looking pub, inside it was small & smoky. It was quite full but we managed to find a seat in an alcove. It was a bench seat and there was a space between some rough looking workmen. I noticed that she was enjoying having her bottom felt as she squeezed past the men to reach our seat. I went off to the bar to get the drinks and when I returned, Jane was necking with one guy and another guy was pulling her skirt up and fingering her cunt. The other men, about 8 altogether, where watching the action. One of the watchers beckoned me to come and sit beside him on the end of the bench. "Lovely girl, your wife." I agreed. "Don't you mind her carrying on?" he queried. "No. Not as long as she's enjoying herself." I said. Just then the men laid Jane down on the bench seat and one of them got between her legs, opened his trousers and pulled out his huge cock. It slid it into her cunt with ease as she was dripping wet with her own juices. Some of the others pulled the table out so that they could crowd around Jane and suck her tits and shove their cocks into her mouth. Some of them just wanked over her. She had sponk on her face, in her hair and over her tits. The guy who had called me over, said "I'd better shove in and get a turn at fucking her before she say's that she's had enough." "Don't worry." I assured him. "She never knows when to stop. You'll all get a turn." And sure enough, all eight men fucked her. Some had also come in her mouth or wanked over her. When we got home, I had a lovely time sucking her cunt and after fucking her I fell fast asleep. I awoke the next morning, alone. Jane had risen early. I went downstairs and was confronted by Jane, completely naked laying on the floor with the milkman shagging her cunt and the postman fucking her mouth. What a lovely wife she is, I'm so proud of her. Pub Crawl We walk through the door, a burst of wind swept snow follows close at our heels. As you take my coat to hang it on the back of the chair, I shiver at the touch of your fingers at my neck. Smiling at you over my shoulder, my mind races with thoughts better not shared, in this public place. The pub is crowded and lively, the sound of the game is competing with the sounds of the crowd. I feel you come in close behind me, you lean in and kiss my neck, and leave to go through the crowd in search of drinks. Scanning the crowd before me, I take a seat at our table. The perfect table, a delightful skill you have of picking the right table, not to isolated, but dark and cozy, just you and me. I take a minute to adjust myself, fixing my skirt, playing with my hair, wanting to look my best. I put on my lipstick and look up to see you watching me across the bar. You throw me that cocky wink I love so much; I bite my lower lip and toss a come hither smile your way. The bar tender passes you our drinks and you head back here to me. I love watching you walk, you strut, confident in each stride, the walk of a powerful man. As you walk across the bar, your eyes are on me. I can feel you want me, it makes me smile, and I want you too. Leaning down you place my drink before me, your eyes scan my body from head to toe, and I love that, almost as much as I love your hands on me. I meet your eyes and my mouth curls into what you call my "devilish grin". Now I know that you know I want you. When you take your seat beside me my hand traces the inside of your thigh, you smile at me and place your hand across the back of my chair. We order our food, and watch the game, but my heart is not in it. Your hand on the back of my neck makes me think of your hands trailing down my naked back. I close my eyes and elaborate on that thought, I feel you lean over and whisper to me, "Am I putting you to sleep?" "Not exactly," I say, looking up at you. Your hand traces the inside of my thigh; I turn towards you opening my legs to let you in. I can feel how wet and warm just thinking of you has made me, now I want you to know. As your fingers find their way to where I most want them to be the waitress brings our order. Disappointed and frustrated I turn to face the screen once more, your hands have pulled back, and you pat my leg, consoling me. I have to remind myself that satisfaction comes from the journey, not the destination, and oh, how I love to travel with you. Throughout dinner you watch me, my heart races slightly; your eyes do that to me. I am thinking of all the other times you have looked at me that way, and what followed that look. I smile a smile of pure satisfaction. I will have you tonight The game ends, and you have finished your beer, leaning back in your seat you're staring at me. I stare back at you; my hand follows the line of my neck, then the opening of my shirt. "Let's go," you say pulling back from the table and standing up. "Yes, Sir," my voice is mockingly playful. Your eyes darken, your voice deepens, "that's a good girl, do as your told" My heart skips a beat. I stand and put on my coat, I follow you to the bar. As you pay the bill, softly I press up against your back. My hands tracing a line around your belly. The waitress smiles at us, I smile back. I think she thinks we are cute, how little does she know, the way I want you is carnal, erotic, and not cute. You lead the way to the door, the cold winter air forces me closer to you, we make our way to the car. You open the door for me, I go to get in and you wrap your arm around my waist and pull me up against you. Instinctively I lean in for a kiss; your lips are warm and soft on mine. My tongue traces them and yours comes out to meet mine. You tear your lips from mine and trace a line down my neck. My whole body quivers and I pull you even closer to me. A gasp escapes my lips as you gently bite down on the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. It's crazy how much you make me want you. I pull a way and get into the car, the longer I let you tease me, the longer it will take us to get home. You get in beside me and the car rumbles to life. I lean back and close my eyes; I have to be patient, no matter how much I may want you. Again your hand finds its way to my thigh, and traces a line between them. You tell me to put my seat back, and I do, your fingers trace the damp skin around my most sensitive part. You look over and smile, I don't know for sure, but I think that you take pleasure in how wet I get when I'm with you. We are home before I can even blink, or perhaps your hands on my body makes me forget all time and space. Before I know it I am following you inside the house. The moment the door is closed you are pressing me up against it. Your hands are rough and impatient; they strip me of my coat in seconds. I am just as hungry to feel your body; I take your coat and sweater with the same ferocity. "I think its time for bed," you say between passionate kisses that make me want you more and more. You turn me to the stairs and follow me up. I exaggerate the sway of my hips just a little, might as well take advantage of the view. At the top of the stairs I turn and push you up against the wall, slowly I drop to my knees and lift the hem of your shirt. I can see your stomach flex as I lean in close. I trace the top of your jeans with my tongue, and then a line up to your belly button. Slowly I undo your pants; I look up at you while I slide them down your legs. I scan down the length of your body enjoying image before me. You're hard for me, not quite as hard as I want, but you are hard. A smile comes to my lips as I take you in my hand. My lips find your thighs, your stomach; finally my tongue traces your hard cock from base to tip. The quiver that runs through your body gives me satisfaction, I like to make you want me. My lips enclose over the tip of your beautiful cock and slowly I suck you into my mouth. I can hear you inhale deeply, and I do the same. I move up and down the length of you, your hands find their way into my hair. Your take hold of me and follow my movements. I look up to see you watching me, I smile and suck a little harder. "Get up," you tell me, I stay where I am and continue with the torture. "Get up," this time you are demanding. I rise and as I do run my tongue up your body. "Bed," this time it is an order, I love your forcefulness, and I allow you to lead the way. You have me by the hand, and as we near the bed you pull me to it. You rip of your shirt and stand there staring at me. I'm lying on my back an arm behind my head, the other hand is tracing the inside of my leg, moving my skirt higher, until you can see me, all of me. You smile as you watch my fingers dip into the wetness and slowly trace the skin around my sensitive area, being careful not to really touch myself, just teasing and tempting you. Your hand goes to your cock, and you stroke your self while watching me. I find it quite the turn on, and you know it, looking into my eyes and smiling, as you watch me. As your stroking continues I shimmy out of my skirt, and sit up and slowly unbutton my shirt. The lace of my bra showing through the growing opening in my shirt, brings you closer to me. Now I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, you, stroking your hard cock are standing in front of me. You push your cock between my cleavage and I push my breasts together. I lean my head down and lick the tip as it presses up from between my breasts. You undo my bra with an ease that puts me to shame. As it falls to the floor your hands cup my breasts, you push them around your cock, and my tongue traces lines on your belly. "I want you," my voice is low and raspy; your smile is very seductive. "I want you now," I scoot back on the bed. "I want to feel you inside of me. I must have said the magic words. Pub Food Jeff sat at the bar, sipping a beer. This was his local and he came here most days. The bar itself was like an island in the middle of the room, effectively splitting the pub into two rooms. From where he sat Jeff could see pretty much everything that went on. Somebody spoke to him from behind and he looked over his shoulder to reply. When he turned back he did a double take. Standing at the other side of the bar was a stunning black woman. She had shoulder length hair, worn straight, and thick, luscious lips. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He couldn't really see her body. She was quite tall, maybe 5ft 6ins and an expensive looking jacket covered her top half. Her lower part was hidden by the bar. Jeff assumed that she was with her husband because the black guy next to her was holding a young girl in his arms. Jeff smiled at her again and, again, she returned his smile. Her hand came up and flicked her hair and Jeff saw her wedding ring. He preferred married women. Being married himself when he indulged in some extra marital activities he didn't want the hassle that young single girls could bring. His motto was "Never fool around with someone who's got less to lose than you". The couple took their drinks and sat down. The black woman sat facing her husband who now had his back to Jeff. This meant that Jeffs view of her was partly obscured but then she slid sideways so that he could now see her clearly. She took of her jacket and Jeff could now see a fine pair of tits inside a tight grey jumper. The woman looked up and caught his eye. She sensed what he had been looking at and smiled warmly at him. Jeff shifted a little in his seat, trying to get his stiffening cock into a more comfortable position. The husband was busying himself with the child, trying to keep her occupied. The wife and Jeff continued to exchange glances. Her body language was making his cock twitch as she fiddled with her hair, smoothed her jumper and tilted her head sexily. Jeff wondered if this was for him or her husband. The woman stood, picked up her handbag and looked around. Jeff guessed that she wanted to powder her nose. This was good as the toilets were behind him and she would have to walk right past him to get to them. She came around the end of the bar and walked towards him. He could now see long legs in tight black trousers leading up to thick, wide hips. She looked stunning! As she past him Jeff looked into her eyes and said "Hi!" She smiled back at him and said "Hi yourself". Then she was past him. Jeff resisted the urge to turn round a look at her. She would have to come back and then he would get a good view of her arse as she went back to her seat. Jeff heard the door behind him open and close and guessed that she was on her way back. Suddenly he was aware of her next to him as her heady perfume filled his nostrils. Turning he saw her holding her hand out to him. She pushed a piece of paper into his hand and whispered "Give me a call sometime". She sashayed away, sat down and smiled across at him. Jeff looked at the paper. It had a mobile number written on it. He had a wicked thought and, taking out his own mobile, dialled the number. Across the room he heard a phone ring. The woman reached for her bag and took out her phone. "Hello" she said. "You look very sexy" said Jeff, quietly. The woman looked up at him quickly and smiled. "Oh! It's you" she replied. "I'm sorry to ring you so soon" continued Jeff, "But I can't wait to see you". She looked at her husband, who seemed more concerned with the child than with his wifes phone call. "The reception's not very good here. I'll go into the car park". As she got up Jeff slid off his stool and broke the connection. He was closer to the door than she was and was outside before her. Although it was dark the car park was lit. Jeff stood in the shadows. She came out and walked towards him. "You bastard" she laughed. "I couldn't help it" said Jeff. "You've got me so hot! When can I see you?" "Why don't you come to place? It's secluded and discreet". Jeff wondered how shagging another bloke in the marital home could be regarded as discreet. She gave him her address. It was about 10 miles away but Jeff knew roughly where it was. "When?" he asked. "How about lunchtime tomorrow?" she replied. "We can both have something to 'eat'." As she spoke she stretched out her hand and through his trousers Jeff felt her long fingernails run up the length of his shaft. He nearly came in his pants! Without another word she turned and went back inside. Jeff had to wait a while for his cock to soften a little. It was making a tent in his trousers that everyone would notice. When he went back in the woman had moved and was now hidden behind her husband. Jeff finished his drink and left. His cock was in need of some urgent therapy! The next day Jeff pulled up to the womans house. He realised that he didn't even know her name. She was right about the 'secluded and discreet' though. All the houses in this area were set back from the road and most were hidden behind walls or bushes. He rang the bell and a couple of moments later she opened the door. Jeffs prick nearly burst out of his trousers! She was wearing a pale yellow dress that buttoned down the front. The top was cut low, showing a deep cleavage, and he could see hard nipples pushing at the fabric. The bottom few buttons were undone and, as she stood with one foot slightly forward, a long brown leg was revealed almost to the top. The contrast of the pale yellow against her chocolate brown skin was magnificent. "Come in" she purred. As he entered Jeff turned to her. "I'm sorry! I don't even know your name". "Christine" she replied. "Yours?" "Jeff". "Well, Jeff, you'd better come through". She led the way into a large sitting room and sat on one of the huge sofas. "Do you want something to 'eat' now?" Jeff sat next to her and leaned towards her. "Only you" he replied. Their lips met hungrily and their tongues started to dance together. Jeff brought his hand up and cupped one of her tits. He started to massage it, feeling the hard nipple in his fingers. Her hand dropped to his lap and she rubbed his stiffening rod. Jeff found the buttons of her dress and undid then all the way down. Her dress opened to reveal a tiny white bra that could barely hold her tits. He dropped his head and nuzzled into them. He noticed that the bra fastened at the front and quickly undid it. Her ripe brown melons came free and he took a big, black nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile, she had unzipped his trousers. Her ebony hand closed over his white member and started to rub. Jeff shifted sideways and they lay back on the sofa. He started to kiss his way down her body. As his tongue traced its way downwards he heard her murmuring softly and when he reached the inside of her thigh she gasped. He slowly opened her legs and continued down one leg and back up the other. He pulled her white panties to one side. As he found her pussy he felt her hands on his head. She pulled him into her and his tongue slipped inside her wet cunt. As he lapped at her she thrust her hips up to meet his movements. He moved his tongue up a little and found her clit, sucking on it gently. Christine was moaning louder now and suddenly she said "I'm going to cum soon. I want your white cock in me when I do, so you'd better fuck me, quickly". Jeff started to make his way up her body, wiping her juices from his face on her flat stomach. He still had his trousers on. Christine had unfastened them so he put a hand down and pushed them to his knees. He looked down at her. She looked like a complete slut, laying there with her dress open, her legs up and her beautiful, partly clothed brown body waiting for his white meat. He felt the head of his cock touch against something. Her panties had moved back to cover her cunt. He lifted the top of his body and Christine reached between them and pulled the panties away. She looked down and saw his white tool at the entrance to her brown body. "Fuck me, you bastard!" she almost screamed. Jeff pushed and he slipped into her. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around him, pulling him deep into her body. "Fuck me! Cum in me!" Jeff was thrusting faster now. The look on her face told him that she was close to her orgasm. Her hips were pushing up and down as he slid in and out of her soaking pussy. He felt her go tense and her hips moved in spasms. His balls tightened and he felt the cum shoot from his prick and fire deep into her. He lay on her for a while, then rolled off of her. He kissed her on the lips. She looked at him and whispered "Well, that was starters and I haven't 'eaten' anything. Now what's for main course?" Pub Games The very beautiful young woman flicked her hair-long, thick, honey blonde hair-back from the front of her face, and looked down at the young man in the sleeping bag next to her. He was lying down, she was sitting up, the sleeping bag just covering her from the hips down. Like both of them, the sleeping bag smelt slightly of sweat, strongly of sex, as in fact did all of the little tent. Outside in the camping ground of the holiday resort island, voices could be heard as other young people headed off to one or another of the many beaches, some to the shops or cafes for late breakfasts, one or two even were heading off to the famous island pub to wait for it to open, to have the drink they believed would help them recover from all the drinks of the night before. Scott looked up at this amazing young woman he had met only three days before. Just hours off the ferry, they had gotten to talking on the beach, then they had swum together, then dinner together, then the pub together, then back here to her tent together. He had stayed the night with her, as he had the night after and last night, the sex was pretty incredible, and frequent. The sex here in this sleeping bag, the sex at the beach the night before, the sex in the water yesterday afternoon. He was still in a state of disbelief, he thought girls like this only existed in bad movies, or mental fantasies, or corny stories. But no, she was real, her name was Amanda, he did some quick calculations in his head, he had known her for what, the day he arrived, yesterday, and now what had passed of this morning-forty-five hours, and they had fucked, what, seven times, not to mention the three mouth fucks she had give him, once in the toilet at the pub, on the beach last night, just a few hours ago when he had come back from the camping ground toilet, and there were still today and four more days of this holiday to go. He shook his head in disbelief again, but it was real, she was real, the beautiful, half-suntanned, smallish, erect, firm breasts that were in the path between his eyes and her face, they were real, the flat belly and the cute belly-button, the hands that were now brushing her hair, all that was real, the lower belly that he could see, and just the very top of the fuzz of thick, dark brown pubic hair that he could see above the sleeping bag, they were all real, the little stubble of unshaven night growth in her armpits as she moved her arms brushing her hair, all of it real. He had only gone back to the tent he was supposed to be sharing with two of his friends to get changes of clothes, but Amanda was amazing, and hadn't minded that yesterday he had spent much of the day with them, skin diving off the main reef. She didn't seem to mind what he did, provided he was there to fuck when she wanted, and keep her company at the pub at night. Scott decided he had better get up and go back to the other tent, to get ready for diving again, but his perusal of her amazing body while she brushed her hair had given him a painful erection, and he was embarrassed to lift himself out of the sleeping bag. And the closeness of her to him, and the scent of her, the sex and sleep scents, the fading scents of her perfume and deodorant, and the way her tight breasts swayed so slightly back and forth in rhythm with the brush strokes, all this conspired to convince him that there was no way that erection was going to go away by itself. Amanda noticed he was looking at her, and she smiled and wiggled her breasts, they didn't wiggle that much, but it caused her nipples to bounce about a bit, and she smiled at Scott again. Not the best fuck she had had, but he was considerate and kind, and she liked him, and she had to admit that twice now he had shown that he was very good with his tongue, much better than most guys their age-they were both twenty-she had had. And anyway, orgasms came easily to her, so he did not have to be an expert. And anyway again, in a few days she would probably never see him again, and she was pleased that as yet he had given no signs of becoming all possessive and clingy, and seemed to understand that this was just some fun while they were on holiday. After this, she would be going east, to take up a good contract that she was hoping would be the perfect next step in her modeling career. "What are you looking at," she laughed, knowing very well, and her nipples did their little dance again. Brown nipples set in pale brown aureoles, not long like some, but sweet little buttons, enough to get teeth to. Amanda put a hand under the sleeping bag, moved it to Scott's belly, lower. "Oh," she giggled, and her fingers tickled teasingly at the delicate firmness of the skin of his erection, he had a nice cock, she had told him that several times already. Not overly long, but thickish, and it filled her nicely. Scott moaned a little at the touch of her fingers on his cock. "Dunno if there's much we can do about this now," she laughed, but she wanted to, "too many people around outside." And to tease him her fingers closed around his cock and started stroking along the shaft, back and forth. Scott moved a hand under the sleeping bag, found the tops of her thighs, a finger searched out her entrance, but with her free hand Amanda brushed it away, she needed to pee, and any stimulation there could cause a problem. Just then, one of the many people outside poked his head through the flap of the tent and said good morning. "Hi Robbie," Amanda said, not bothering to cover herself, and a glint came to her eyes, and her fingers tightened around Scott's cock, and she stroked it a little more firmly under the cover of the sleeping bag, this is going to be fun she thought. "Hi," Robbie gulped, unable to take his eyes from Amanda's breasts, she didn't mind, she even wiggled them a little, just for him. Robbie forced himself to look away, but fuck she was pretty, fuckin Scott how lucky was he, and now he had the opportunity to tell the third member of their trio, Richard, that hey, you know that chick that hooked onto Scott practically as soon as we got here, she's got great tits man, didn't even try to cover them. That would make Richard furious, and the laughter it would all cause helped alleviate the pain of his sudden erection. "Scott man, we were going to be heading off soon, it's a fair walk to the back reef," he said to his friend. Vehicles were forbidden on the island. "Yeah I'm comin' now," Scott did his best to control his voice, and Amanda burst out laughing, her fingers sliding harder and faster along his cock, so hot now in her hand. It was then Robbie noticed the way the sleeping bag was slightly undulating. Shit, he thought. "Ok, well, we were gonna be going in ten minutes," and he quickly pulled his head from the tent, stood, and awkwardly walked away. Why couldn't he meet girls like that? Back in the tent, Scott groaned, and his back arched a little, and between gritted teeth he muttered, "Bitch!" and tried to laugh to take any insult from the word, and then his body shook and he felt the hot wetness spatter from his cock onto his belly, and he relaxed, and looked at Amanda, who was still struggling to control her laughter. "I'm comin now," she mimicked, taking her hand from the sleeping bag, and licking a little spit of Scott's come from it. "You didn't mind that though did you," she was still laughing. His come tasted ok, though still a bit alcoholy from the night before. "Neat way to start the day huh?" and when he went to put his hand on her breast she brushed it away, and he was worried that she was angry at him, but she was still laughing. She passed him the pair of her undies that had been flung off the night before, and he took them and wiped his belly with them, knowing that was what she wanted him to do, even without her saying anything. To his surprise though, she then took them from him and put them on, then a t-shirt, and she grabbed a towel and a change of clothes. He dressed while she did this. "So, you're going diving?' she asked, looking forward to the day. "Yeah. Ok?" and he saw a frown on her face. "Why wouldn't it be?" she said, and her voice was soft and kind again now, and she kissed him quickly on the lips to show she wasn't at all angry. Why should she be? "I'll see you at the beach about four then," she stated, and he agreed, and she went on, "I'll wear my easy access bikini." And she winked at him, and laughed. Scott left the tent, she's crazy, he thought, but oh wow, how fucking beautiful. Amanda went off to the shower block. Scott went off to join his friends. She spent the rest of the day avoiding the friends she had come to the island with, she roamed around the settlement and cabin areas of it for hours, stopping only for lunch and a drink every now and then. The object of her search was the couple who had had sex in the front beer garden of the famous old pub the night before. Right there, an hour or so before closing, on the lawn, surrounded by hundreds of holiday goers, this couple had fucked, and Amanda had been close enough to see what was going on, and she had practically had an orgasm watching, and Scott had been staggered, but like many others, unable to take his eyes off them. The only reason Amanda wanted to find them was to find out if they had gotten into trouble at all. After hours, as the time to meet Scott at the beach approached, she saw them, away in the distance, heading in the direction of the pub. Amanda smiled to herself, and nearly let out a cheer. That meant they hadn't gotten into trouble, the procedure on the island for trouble makers was to throw them off, put them on the first ferry back to the mainland. "Cool," she did say, out loud, to herself, and smiled delightfully at the middle-aged man who glanced at her as she spoke to herself. Then she walked very light-heartedly back to her tent, stripped out of her undies and shorts and blouse and bra, put on a very pretty pink bikini, threw a long t-shirt over that, grabbed a towel and sandals and bag and headed off to the main beach, the one where, the previous afternoon, she had sat on Scott's cock as he squatted in the water, and she had had an orgasm not twenty metres from a crowd of swimmers, and she had ducked her head into the water and screamed her orgasm at the harmless little fishlings that swam there. Scott and Robbie and Richard were already there when she got there, and they smiled and said hello and so on as she sat on her towel and lifted her t-shirt over her head, and Robbie couldn't take his eyes from the her bikini top and the little pink cups that held those beautiful breasts he had seen that morning. Richard ogled too, and was jealous of Robbie, and waited expectantly for a glimpse of more than the insides and tops of those beautiful breasts, about size 34b he figured, because he was like that, and then he let his eyes wander to the triangle of pink fabric over her mound, and he wanted desperately to do more than just see what was inside them, and started planning in his head how to get Scott hopelessly drunk so that he could fuck the slut instead. Eventually Robbie and Richard headed off to the pub, and Amanda coaxed Scott out into deeper water, where she hugged up close to him, and they lowered to their shoulders in the water, and Amanda pushed her bikini top above her breasts, and pressed them hard against Scott's also naked chest, and she pushed her lower belly against his crotch, and was pleased to feel the hardness inside his boardshorts. She kissed him, quite deeply, then pulled her face from his, and made little grinding thrusting movements of her hips and crotch against his. Finding out the sex-at-the-pub-couple had not gotten into trouble had made her unbearably horny. "Shall we do what we did yesterday?" Scott whispered, sure that if she continued what she was doing against his crotch he would come very quickly. "Only," and she increased the pressure of her mound against his bulge, "if you promise me something." And being only twenty, and unable to resist the demands his cock made on his sense of reason, of course Scott said yes. Amanda undid the velcro of his boardshorts, and gently eased his erection from them. "You have to promise," she said, feeling his fingers fumbling at the leg band of her bikini, as she guided his cock in that direction, "that tonight about ten o'clock you will fuck me on the lawn of the pub, like that couple last night did." Scott started so suddenly that his cock slipped from her hand. "You're kidding," he said, and noted she did not take hold of his cock again. "You have to promise," she said, and her hand hovered by his cock, "do you want this to be inside me or not?" and he knew what was being implied. The pressure was too much, maybe he could get her too drunk to remember, but anyway he said yes, he promised, and felt her hand take his cock, guide it back to her entrance, she moved, and he felt the warm silkiness of her cunt close around his cock and Amanda started slowly moving up and down on it. "This is how we'll do it," she whispered, her breathing now a little different. "You'll lie on your back...I've got a flared skirt...oh...I'll sit on you...uh...and we'll do it...hmm...oh...ok?...you promised," and her eyes closed, and he felt her gripping at him, and he came into her, and at the same time she came, but this time she didn't duck her head under the water, instead she put her mouth to his and made a few little gasping noises into his mouth, and pulled away, and just squatted there in the water, a smile on her face. Scott looked at her. What she had made him promise terrified him, but the likelihood that if he didn't, she would find someone else who would, caused a funny feeling of panic in his belly. Or was that panic at what he had promised her? All evening, from when they left the water, back to the camping ground, to when he and the others waited for her at the fish and chip café, to the walk to the pub, there was that panic. A couple of very quick beers calmed it though, she had chosen a bench table on the outer edge of the beer garden, they watched the sun setting, and after a few more beers he felt fine. The whole time, Amanda had a contented smile on her face, and she was very friendly to everybody, even at one point agreeing to dance with both his friends. And she looked beautiful, stunning, her model looks magnificently accentuated by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a bright yellow skirt, the sort that were tight at the hips, then flared out, long down to her knees, so that the lower half of the skirt waved seductively whenever she walked. Above that she was wearing a simple white blouse, and under the blouse could be detected a shimmery white bra. Under the skirt, Scott had made a point of noticing once when she sat down, she was wearing a pale blue pair of undies. The evening passed happily, it was a balmy summer evening, the breeze from the nearby beach cooled the large crowd of holiday goers as they drank, danced, discussed the day's fishing or swimming or diving or exploring, or as they circled each other looking for a bedmate for the night. Scott was glad he did not have to worry about that, he smiled to himself quite often. This helped him keep his mind off the promise he had made to Amanda, though as the evening wore on, and the beers he had took him to the mellow stage, and Amanda's continual touching of him, and giving him little kisses, and rubbing her hand on his thigh, and brushing across his crotch, as the scent of the perfume she was wearing became stronger and stronger in his nostrils, he felt hornier and hornier, and had pretty well reached that stage where he had all the courage in the world, and was willing to do anything for her. Not once, whenever he put his hand under that pretty skirt, and felt the warmth of the inside of her thigh, not once did she brush his hand away. Just before ten, then, she whispered to him that she needed to pee. She added, "You go and wait for me over there," and she pointed to the grassy area in the centre of the beer garden, that same patch of grass where the unknown couple had fucked the night before. Scott felt a sudden trembling in his legs, and a pained hardening of his cock, he gulped down the rest of his beer, rushed to the bar, bought two more, swallowed one of them down without taking a breath, then carried the other, his hand trembling, to the edge of the grassed area, where he sat down to wait for Amanda. He was about half way through the beer when she appeared next to him, a radiant smile on her face, she had been almost sure that he would not be there. "Ready?" she said sitting down next to him. He had to admit to himself that he was. "You're crazy," he whispered, and put the beer on the grass. "That's what everyone says," she laughed. "Lie down." And Scott did as she told him. He lay down on the grass, his cock ached and in his mind he was terrified, but his brain was no match for his cock. With a smile of satisfaction that some people were watching looking at her already, Amanda went to him and straddled him, spread the flared skirt out to cover Scott's belly and his thighs behind her, and of course the crotch of him that she was sitting on. She did not rush these preparations, and Scott noticed, as she lifted the front of her skirt, that she had taken her undies off, and he caught a glimpse of that beautiful, sweet-scented bush. Behind her a middle-aged man caught a glimpse of a very pretty bare bum, a lovely crack, and the smallest hint of her vulva, aroused. He gulped his beer, and hoped his wife took her time in the toilet. Amanda put one hand under her skirt, lifted her weight from Scott just enough to be able to unzip his jeans, as her fingers closed around his cock she bent her head to Scott and whispered, "Put your hands under your head." This leaning forward gave the middle-aged guy, and others around him, another glimpse of her beautiful arse. People close by began to stand up, others sat on the grass for a more eye-level view, word began to spread through the crowd, and people from the edges of the beer-garden started to shuffle closer. Robbie, who had come out of the pool-room looking for them, nearly dropped his beer when he saw what was about to happen Amanda had Scott's cock free of his jeans now, and she held it beneath her, covered by her skirt, loving the hardness and heat of it, she lowered herself onto it, feeling it open her entrance, the sliding of it up into her, she clenched her cunt close on it, then started a rhythmic rising and falling, her eyes closed, but her ears very much open to the cheering she could hear around her, to Scott's stifled moans, he could feel the wetness around his cock increasing, his hips moving to meet hers with each of her rises and falls, she was moaning very softly, she knew it would not take long, for a second she stopped moving, she leant down to Scott again and whispered, "I won't stop until I feel you come in me," and then sat back up, rising and falling, the tension in her body rising and rising, her thighs tightened on Scott's and she gasped as an orgasm washed through her, her eyes opened, and she smiled at the crowd, though they were all a bit blurry, and she wondered if she had ever felt happier, as there was a sudden surge of heat deep in her belly, and Scott grunted, and the heat of his orgasm joined the washing of her own inside her body, and the crowd was cheering and clapping, and the middle-aged guy's wife struggled to get through the crowd, and his eyes had never left Amanda's skirt-covered bum, and the occasional glimpses of her bare arse as her movements or the wind blew it up, until she thought to press it down again, though she didn't really care, and he was clapping loudly, he watched her adjusting something under the front of her dress, she had put Scott's sticky hot cock back in his jocks, she zipped him up, and with trembling legs stood up from him, she felt a little trickle drip onto her thigh, she put her hand out to help him up. He stood, she put her arm around him, kissed him on the cheek, to the sound of an ovation of cheering and clapping that could be heard all over the pub, and beyond. Taking Scott's hand, Amanda made her way through the crowd, which parted to acknowledge them, still the clapping went on. Pub Games Robbie gulped what was left of his beer, and made his was back to the bar, muttering, "Fuck, why can't I ever meet a chick like that." Pub(l)ic Storage Pub(l)ic Storage, or Shed Your Inhibitions WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * Sometimes Harvey Marcus is in the right place at the right time, the wrong place at the wrong time, or one of the other two permutations. You can be the judge in this tale of a visit to the self-storage facility. This story is a standalone, temporally after Mr.Marcus has severed his relationship with Zenellis Industries. There are minor references to Arcuda Zenellis and his daughter Saroya. Oh yes, and Lillian Mutzman, teenage scientist. * * * * * * * * * * I was on errand from my wife Harriett to the self-storage facility in town where we rented space for the miscellaneous junk that had accumulated in our basement. Funny, but after we filled the rented storage, the basement filled up again. Anyway, I was sent to fetch a hardhat, her college folder on project management, and half a dozen vinyl three-ring binders. Harriett was scheduled for a trip to a manufacturing plant as part of her new account executive role. Harriett owed it all to me and didn't know it. I had coerced Rianne, Harriett's horny bisexual boss, into retaining Harriett with a full bonus. And I did it while Rianne's daughter Olivia and were fucking, no less. Rianne had exceeded our expectations, promoting Harriett and giving her a substantial raise. Power to the penis! I hated trips to the storage shed. In the dead of winter, I'd freeze my ass off, and on the hottest day of summer, the enclosure would be an oven. The facility did have conditioned space, but it was much more expensive. I opted for a cheaper metal room that suffered the vagaries of Mother Nature. That's why Zenellis's disk drives were in my crawl space, not in the storage shed. One day, I'd reassemble the RAID array and watch Saroya, Zenellis's daughter and myself. Too bad I didn't have our escapade in her office on video. Maybe she did. Today was the latter of the two temperature extremes, a scorcher. I had to empty a third of the cubby to get to anything, since we never took the time to organize its contents. Boxes and bins and bags were piled at random inside. Our stuff littered the hallway temporarily, while I rummaged through unlabeled boxes and twist-tied bags, This trip afforded me the opportunity to pick up some old financial records. The IRS had sent a letter asking for documentation regarding the money I got from Zenellis Enterprises. My large one-time payment as income threw up a red flag on our joint return. The IRS said they just wanted the details of what services I'd provided in exchange for the payment. A line-item invoice. I planned on providing a general statement about consulting regarding products and marketing. It was none of their business that fucking Saroya Zenellis, the Chairman's daughter, sealed my fate to a lump sum payoff, instead of stock or an ongoing annuity. The thought of her voluptuous body and the warm atmosphere got me excited. While I was deep in the eight by ten space, I heard shouting. One voice was male, the other female. The metal walls distorted most of the sound, so I heard muffled anger but no details. When the shouting stopped, I peeked through the door. A tall woman with dyed blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, bent at the waist, fussed with a padlock on her shed. And what a waist! Too slim for her chest and hips. She was right out of Vogue or more likely Penthouse. Her wrinkle-free tanned skin looked like it was shrink-wrapped around her body. Her white sleeveless blouse, shirttails tied, strained to constrain her big tits. If the shirt had buttons, none of them were fastened. Below her exposed flat stomach, white short shorts exposed shapely legs, ending in white spiked heels with straps that climbed her ankles and calves, Roman style. The sunglasses she wore didn't help her read the combination as she spun the dial. When she twitched her head, the ponytail whipped from one side to the other. When I stepped out of my storage area into the common corridor, she tilted the glasses down and peered at me over them. I got a half smile as she fumbled with and then successfully opened her padlock. Mine used a key. She threw the door to her room open with a sweep of her arm, and then stood looking at the contents, hands on her hips, legs slightly spread, head erect. So was I, half from memories of Saroya and half from the perfect body in the hall. It was only in my fantasies that I'd be this close to a woman so perfect. At computer trade shows, I'd look at the technology so I could write a trip report but my primary goal was schmoozing with the booth babes, the true or rented women with which companies would populate their booths, to draw a predominantly male audience. Often, there would be one knockout; so gorgeous you knew she was a model and only appearing for a fat cash payment. Only once did such a woman turn out to be an actual employee. "Something missing?" I asked. "No, but thanks." Her eyes were burning a hole into the metal room. Something was of great interest. She would have caught me staring if she'd looked. I moved closer to share the view. She smelled wonderful. I took a quick peek down the center of her cleavage before looking into the storage area. Boxes had been stacked neatly in rows away from the walls, leaving empty space on all sides. "The name's Marcus. Harvey Marcus." "Ella Ferguson." She lifted the glasses and perched them on top of her head. "Maybe you can help." She took a slow deep breath, raising the mounds of flesh attempting escape from her blouse. I like being the gentleman, even if I end up between the thighs of the lady in distress. Or maybe because it ends that way. And for this woman, I'd do almost anything. "Sure. What's up?" "I need to get some papers from that box." She pointed to a neatly marked box labeled "WEDDING" at the bottom of a floor-to-ceiling stack. And if the boxes were filled with paper and not foam rubber, they'd be heavy. "You can stack the others behind. There's room." Sure enough, there was an empty space between the stack and the rear wall, wide enough for me to stand behind the boxes and relocate them inside the shed. That would let me touch each box only once. "Harvey to the rescue." I walked behind the stack, Ella's heels clicking behind me. As I bent to put the first box down, the room went dark and the sliding metal door clanked shut. "Maxie?" Ella shouted. No response. Someone, Ella, pounded on the metal door. "Let me out!" In the dark, I felt my way around the stack. My eyes were just acclimating. Ella was a shadow in the darkness. I knew we'd been locked in, but I asked anyway. "What happened?" "My husband, that's what. If he can't keep me any other way, he'll do it by force. Pompous jerk!" Her voice gave away her position, just a few feet away. "You two had an argument?" "He's pissed that I seduced the lawn boy." What? How do you respond when a stranger says that? "You did?" My eyes became acclimated to the darkness. She was a lot more than a shadow. Perfection like hers wasn't natural, at least in my experience. And all women had a flaw. Ella's seemed to be control. "He's not a 'boy' boy. He's in college. When he took off his shirt, I got all swoony. Broad shoulders and flat abs. I couldn't help myself, really." "I can understand why - Maxie? - would be upset." "It's all his fault, come to think of it. He made me be this way. I used to be a Plain Jane. Can you tell?" I shook my head, and then realized she probably couldn't see that movement. "No, not at all." "Thanks. I paid enough, it should look natural. Time was, I didn't care much for sex, but Maxie demanded I give him a son." Demanded? I hadn't asked for her 'story' but what else was there to do, locked up like we were? Sure, there was sex, but I'd only just met the woman. Even I - She continued, "So I got pregnant. Thank God it was a boy. I don't ever want to go through that again. But after Junior was born, Maxie told me I looked all worn out. Who wouldn't, caring for an infant and running the house, plus all of the errands Maxie gave me? And when we had sex, he called me a sloppy fuck. Can you believe it? I got stretched out from the birth of his namesake, and he complains he can't feel my cunt around his cock." I was learning way more about this woman's sex life than necessary. Still, Maxie sounded like a pushy bastard. No wonder she cheated on him. "He sounds demanding." "Oh no! Maxie is a real sweetheart. He cheered me on when I was getting myself into shape. 'Fixed up' was what he called it. Whatever I wanted. 'Visit a spa, get your tits lifted, and maybe filled out a bit. Tan up. Spare no expense. And get your pussy tightened.' That's what he said. So I did it all. And afterwards, when I came out looking like this-" she struck a pose, chest thrust forward, hands on her hips, one knee in front of the other, " I found that men liked to stare. They'd get excited, just looking." Me included. "Like the lawn boy?" "Uh huh. I was in a bikini, which didn't hurt." She shook her head and her ponytail swished like a horse's tail. Ella in a bikini would get any man excited. Just the thought had my prick poking. "Before him was the laundry man. I let him sample our sheets." She giggled. Wow! This woman is something else. "I didn't know they still delivered." "He sure did. Pressed them real good." She paused. "And there was my son's third grade teacher." Whoa! She giggled. "He sent home a note saying Maxie Junior wasn't trying hard enough, but teach sure got hard when I showed up in a miniskirt and forgot to keep my knees together." Shit! Was this a nympho I was locked in with? The question needed to be asked, but I was scared of the answer. Hell, we weren't going anywhere. "Why do you do it? I mean, get involved with other men?" I thought the answer might be educational, given my history. "I can't help myself." Her voice was a whine. "I feel sexy, so I act sexy. Is that bad? Maxie appreciates what I did, plus the ongoing maintenance. It's just, I can't turn it off, and that turns men on." "Whoever they were did a great job. Is it difficult, staying in shape?" The only shape I'd ever been in was slightly round at the middle. A great personality, sense of humor and a big dick got most women past my physical appearance. "I worked out with a personal trainer to get the baby fat off. He was my first stray. God, the exercises we would do! I dumped him but kept the routine to stay trim. My stomach is flat. Feel." She groped for my hand and stoked her stomach with it, from below her tit hammock to the waistline of her short shorts. "Very smooth, and very tight." "That's not all that's tight." She turned her back towards me. "I got the cellulite pounded off of me. Feel my legs." I hesitantly ran my hands up from her calves, which were firm and muscular, past the back of her knees. She giggled as if I was tickling her. Then, up the back of her thighs, staying on the outsides. Her skin was taut. Not a bit of sag or extra tissue. "Don't forget the insides." I palmed the back of her thighs just below her ass. My thumbs naturally moved in between. "Oh yes, I'm very tight there too." Did she mean her thighs of her pussy? "See, just a little contact and I'm all excited." She rubbed her hand across my groin. There was a lump. "Oooh, so are you." I jumped when she took hold of my prick, bloated in my pants. "Oh God. You've got to be kidding!" She turned around, retaking my pants lump in hand. "This is a mistake." I tried to stutter an apology. With all of that acknowledged sexual activity, I thought I was her next victim. "Sorry, I'm just -" "Huge! I was thinking that we might do something - sexual. I mean, locked in here and all. Kind of a turn on, right? But not with this." Her grasp became a stroke. Wasn't caressing the length of my penis sexual? Maybe not for her. "That's okay. Really." I'd have given anything for sex with such a gorgeous woman, and she rejected me because my dick was too big. "Maxie said I was loose after Jeremy was born, so I had a procedure - a vagina tuck." Ella had been a loose woman, but in a different sense of the term. Now she's loose in the traditional sense. Her son's teacher? Man oh man. "Now I'm tight, like before. Except, the surgery did something to my clit. Something rubs against it whenever I move, even when I walk. Makes me horny all the time." I'd have a perpetual hard-on if something massaged my prick twenty-four/seven. I contemplated how a doctor might tighten a vagina. No clue. "Really? So that's why-" "The lawn boy, etcetera. But they were all small compared to this." Her hand explored the length of my dick. "We can't have sex, you realize. But do you mind if I-" Her voice trailed off. Mind if she rubbed me? "Go ahead. I'm all yours." Her fingers explored every inch of my cooped up cock. Her massage struggled through my pants and jockeys. Suddenly she removed her hand. I heard a snap and a zipper. Was she taking off her short shorts? Her hand rejoined my penis and pulled me closer. With deft manipulation, my prick had been coaxed from my jockeys while inside my pants. She executed a few strokes to demonstrate her continued interest and maintain my rigidity. "I'd love to sample this." Now her voice was a cat's meowing. "But I'm afraid it would undo all the work I had done. You know, to tighten myself. Tell me, do you fit in other women? You have used this with other women, haven't you." "A few." Master of understatement I am. "Melanie, my twin sister would appreciate your cock. She appreciates all cocks. I had no conception of her wanton lifestyle until my fix up got me constantly horny." "Oh she would? You'll have to introduce us." Meeting Melanie would give me the "before" version of Ella, and the opportunity with another willing woman. Where would that meeting take place? Certainly not in public storage. "She doesn't have these." She put my hands on her breasts, still in the blouse sling. "I bet you can't tell I have implants." She untied the blouse. Her breasts hardly sagged. I took the initiative and put my hands back on bare flesh. Her nipples were hard. "I know how men like you think. I took Psychology in college." Jewish guys who try to do a favor for an attractive woman and get locked in with them by an angry husband? Those kind of men? "Instead of just feeling my breasts, you suck them." She pulled my head to her chest. I thrashed my mouth, trying to breathe. "That's right, you'll suck my nipples until they're hard." She dragged my head to her other breast. "Both of them." I'd never felt harder nipples on a woman. Perhaps there were nipple implants to keep them this way. "And you wouldn't just feel my legs. You'd feel me up." She forced my hand into her panties, against her pussy. It was damp, oozing. "And you'd see how tight I am, since my pussy tuck. Go on, feel." My hand was going nowhere with her vice grip on my wrist. I slid one finger between the puffy cunt lips and in. "See. See how tight. I bet you can't get two fingers." I'm always up for a challenge. At least, always up. She was right. Two fingers was a stretch. She'd have to stretch a whole bunch for anything bigger. "So you see why we can't have sex." Her hand traveled the length of my erection, still in my pants. Who asked? "Of course." "Thank you for being reasonable. Your cock is too large, you know. Haven't other women said that?" she whispered. "Even though being locked up, here, with you, has me really juicy." All the while, she searched for my zipper that restrained the precise part of my anatomy she claimed to reject. "I understand." I didn't, but she hadn't made sense so far, and I'd given up. "You'd stretch me all of shape." My zipper hissed as her fingers pulled it down. "I paid a lot of money to get tight. Fucking with you would undo all the work I had, all of the surgery down here. My husband enjoys our sexual escapades now. You wouldn't want to spoil that, would you?" "Nope. We'll miss the chance, I guess." Her hand reached past my zipper. She was going in for direct contact. With a bit of fumbling, she'd extracted my naked dick, the object of her attention. She yanked at it, now fully erect and throbbing. "My goodness. You could do serious harm to an unsuspecting female with this." She painted her crotch with my dick, up and down, and then rubbed the head of my dick against her pussy, spreading and squatting. "My husband would notice the difference. So would any other normal sized man." So I was a freak? Or had she just never happened across someone like me? "I mean, if we did it-" She continued moistening my prick with her cunt juice. "If?" How did we get from 'No' to 'If'? "It's a big if." She repositioned my prick in her hand, taking control. "A hard, fat if." "If?" "Yes, if we did it, the head of your cock would need to get past the opening. Which would be quite difficult, don't you think?" "Most women are elastic. Did your surgery take that away?" I was groping for details. Ella was just groping. "Let's see." She positioned the head of my dick at her pussy and leaned against it. "It sure is bloated." "I had no choice. You're a very attractive woman." "You mean sexy, right? I know all about men like you." "Really?" Men locked in storage sheds with women who've had excessive surgery? "Yes, I've seen my share of porno films. You tease women with your big cock until they beg for it. You've done that, haven't you? Teased someone with this?" One finger traced the length of my prick. She flicked her fingernail up past the crown. Memories of Inga, the young woman who'd ministered for me, vacuumed my penis, showered with me, and sampled only a fraction of my dick. Had I been teasing her, or trying to protect her? My dick was positioned against Emma's pussy lips, spreading them, but no penetration. She wrapped her arms and one leg around me. "It would be so unfortunate if we were to-" She leaned backwards, taking me with her. She fell back into the stack of boxes, collapsing them. In her grip I followed, between the valley of her thighs, my prick's head stuck between two tight pussy lips. "See, that's precisely what I was talking about." She'd caused the thing she wanted to avoid. Maybe she was one of those, "Do what I want, not what I say" people. With those kind, you never know if "No" means "No" or "Yes, go ahead." Confused, I experimented. "I'm sorry. Let me get up." I wiggled side to side, while trying not to apply additional forward pressure. My dick wasn't going any deeper if I could help it. "You're already up." Ella lifted her hips. "Yes, please, this will only lead to something neither of us wants." Didn't she? I couldn't get any leverage, perched precariously on the stack of boxes on top of a stacked woman whose breasts pointed to the ceiling. "I seem to be stuck. That tightening they did was quite effective. Are you always so firm down there?" Pub(l)ic Storage "I loosen up a bit when I get hot." "You mean you're not?" Most women with my cock between their thighs get hot pretty fast. "Can't you feel?" She bucked her hips. I slid past her lips. "Stop that!" I hadn't done anything. "Okay." Her cunt muscles clamped down. I couldn't escape if she wanted me to remain in her. "You're really brave, not like those other pricks." "I am?" Does it take courage to fuck this woman? "My son's teacher relocated out of state, the laundryman asked for a different route, and the lawn boy transferred to a school in California, to avoid my husband. You recognized Maxie, didn't you?" "I didn't see him. Maxie Ferguson?" "I kept my maiden name. I'm married to Maximillion Vinibaldi. He's connected." Vinibaldi? Where did I know that name? Shit! I'd read about Maxie Vinibaldi. Reputed head of The Family. Connected to the Old World, if you catch my drift. A goodfellow you don't want to cross. I struggled to extricate myself from Ella's thighs, but it was hopeless. The best I could do was lift up a bit and then fall back, precisely the motion that Ella desired, or didn't. A fucking motion. "Oh God, please stop. We shouldn't, but you're so hard, and it feels so good. The pressure. It's amazing." A mobster's wife didn't want to fuck, and now she wants to, but if I do, then her husband will put me at the bottom of Lake Michigan. "I'm trying to get off-" "Melanie would be sooo jealous right now. I bet she's never had such a big cock." I wondered if she was married to a mobster as well. Or if I'd ever have the chance to meet her, the only way I'd get to see how Ella looked before surgery. "What about the stretching?" "Oh, she can take any size." She paused. 'Oh, you mean me? It feels marvelous!" Her face attacked mine, kissing me on my cheeks, lips and nose, and then sucking my ear. No one had ever done that. It was quite stimulating, and my hips lurched. "Oh God, we can't be doing this. No matter how good it feels." I thought about rolling us off the mountain of paper, but I couldn't estimate the distance we'd fall, or be sure that wouldn't force me deeper into her cunt. If climbing off was not an option, perhaps getting her off was the next best thing. I rocked back and forth. Her juices lubricated our motion. She was finally getting hot, and I hoped she was enjoying our predicament. After all, she'd had sufficient experience to know what she liked. "We shouldn't be doing this, but how does it feel?" I asked. "This was an accident. We're not doing anything, just lying here is all." She was in denial but I was obstinate. If I'm fucking someone, I at least want her to acknowledge it. "Ella, I don't know how to tell you this, but we're fucking. Really fucking." I began to thrust in earnest. Her pussy muscles were firm but my prick was steel. I made forward progress. "No, oh no we're not. You're stuck is all. It was an accident. I never wanted this to happen. Oh God, don't stop." She was not tight only at the opening but all along the way. Our position, laying in a stack of collapsed cartons, didn't make movement easier. I couldn't get up quickly if I needed to, so I kept doing what came natural, probing the depths of her cunt. And then I heard metal clanking, like a lock wobbling against the door. Then a click, and the rasp of the door sliding open. Ella's husband? Shit! I'm going to die for my sins. Or one sin, the current one. He was a lot shorter than her, grey hair, a blue golf shirt and dress slacks. His voice was gritty but tentative. "Ella, I apologize. Let's go home and - What the fuck? Ella-" He said her name as a sigh. "Why do you do this to me?" He jingled keys or change in his pocket. Or maybe bullets. I kept my mouth shut. Smart fish do that. Shit, I'd be swimming with the fishes out in Lake Michigan for this. "I can explain, Maxie." Ella tried to sit up, forcing her tits into my face. Under any other circumstance, I'd have acted on the opportunity to suck her nipples. In this case, I kept my mouthy closed and held my breath. Maxie grabbed my elbow and pulled me off his wife. I fell on the concrete floor, landing on my hip. Shit, the last thing I needed was a hospital stay. Then I remembered I was going to die. "I'm not well-enough equipped, huh?" Maxie had seen my penis. Not like it was hidden or anything. "A guy built like that is going to make you sloppy again." I doubted it, but correcting a mob boss was the world's worst idea. "Who are you anyway?" he asked. "Wait, don't tell me. The mailman?" Finally, a direct question. I'd delivered, but not despite rain and sleet. "I rent the storage locker next door." "You meet Ella here regular?" "Oh no. Never. She asked me to move some boxes, that's all." "So you moved in on her box, is that it?" I didn't have an answer because I didn't know how we got from "We can't" to "Oh yes." "It kind of just happened. Locked in and all." "Are you blaming me?" His face got redder. "Oh no. No sir. Just circumstances. You ever been locked up with a beautiful woman? A woman with needs?" Maxie rubbed his chin. "Once. In Jersey." he smiled. "Her brother found us. Shit, was he angry." Maxie extended his hand to Ella. She stood, tall and naked. God, she had a great body, even if it wasn't natural. My dick flinched. I hoped Maxie was preoccupied and didn't notice. I wanted to keep my penis. And my life. "Please, Maxie, it's my fault. I'm always horny, you know?" "Yes, I do." Maxie handed Ella her clothes, which she dutifully put on. Even dressed she was hot. "I know how Ella is. If you say this was no on going thing, then I believe you." He handed me a card as if this was a business meeting. Maximillion Vinibaldi, Chairman, MultiMax International. "You're MultiMax?" I sputtered. "Yeah. What do you think? Did Ella say something?" Ella's face turned pink. "I make a big deal out of your connections." Maxie wasn't mob. He was legit. "And I thought connections meant-" I pointed my hand, index finger out like the barrel of a gun. His grin spread, his cheeks puffing out. "You thinking of my brother Vinny? Vincenzo, he's Family." He pushed my hand gun away. "Even I don't cross Vinny." So I'm standing naked in front of the Chairman of MutiMax. Max himself. "You bought out Zenellis!" "That's right. As soon as their stock dropped. I'd been waiting for the opportunity and then one day, boom -" I jumped. "- they're in the toilet." "I know." "Arcuda told me there was some accident. Not what I got from my sources. More like an orgy." Ella licked her lips. "You've on the right track." The artificial pheromones got loose in their lab and caused wide-spread fucking. "You know something about it?" I decided not to take full credit. "I brought Zenellis some product ideas." "You don't seem the type." I didn't know what type that was. "I attended his father/daughter thing in Wisconsin as a guest of my neighbor, one of Zenellis's employees." Maxie stared at my equipment, still partially erect. "Yeah, you'd the kind Arcuda recruited all right. I've heard stories but never qualified for an invite." Too small a dick? I didn't want to know. Then it hit me. Ella had given Maxie a son, an heir. No daughter to swap. "Let's just say that one of my projects he was testing ran amuck." "I read all of the pending contracts before the buy-out. To protect myself. What's your name again?" "Harvey Marcus," cooed Ella. "Marcus. Marcus." Maxie scratched his head. "Yeah, a couple of product ideas and some aphrodisiac stuff." "That's me." FastTack was mine. Lillian Mutzman was the brains behind artificial pheromones. "Yours, huh? And how! So you brought old Arcuda to his knees?" Maxie took my hand and shook it non-stop for several minutes. The same hand that had groped his wife's tits and felt her up. 'Like I said, I contributed." "Then no hard feelings. But put some clothes on. Please. I'm getting an inferiority complex." I pulled my pants up, jockeys lost in the chaos of split open boxes and strewn papers. "We're going home," Maxie said. Ella didn't argue. "We have to get you some help." He clicked the lock shut on their demolished storage cubby. "Can I do something for you? After all, if you fucked up Zenellis, you're due some payback." I thought for a moment about asking Maxie what ever became of the products I'd invented for Zenellis. Maybe he'd do a licensing deal. Having gotten away with fucking his wife, I decided not to push my luck. Or maybe I was thinking with my dick and not my bank account. "Could I meet Ella's sister?" "You want to be introduced to Melanie?" Maxie stroked his chin. "Yeah, I can do that. Seems fitting. You fucked Zenellis, I got his company. You fucked my wife, you get her sister." That made no sense but I nodded vigorously as if he'd uttered the purest truth. As I headed back to my storage room, I watched the tall woman and short man disappear around a turn in the hallway. I still had to find a hardhat, Harriett's college folder on project management and half a dozen vinyl three-ring binders. Oh yes, and the documentation regarding the money I got from Zenellis Enterprises. I wondered whatever happened to Saroya, and what Melanie would look like. ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback. Send me an email and tell me what you think. Copyright (c) 2008, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved. Pub Night Revisited Traveling half way around the world to photograph the older villages of the English countryside, started out be daunting. After the third or fourth village, I started quite a collection of what I came here for. And relaxed. So now since I had the time, it was definitely time to play. And what better way to play then make an entrance into the local pub on a crowded Friday night. Considering, the chances of me running into these same people again, slim to none. Thought I would just take my hedonistic personality out for ....well you know. So donning my Italian leather spiked heels, nylons black, 'The' definite little black dress. The one cut high and low at the same time and form fitting at the top with it flaring around the hips and thighs. I started for the corner pub, The Fox and the Goose. A sign out front welcoming anyone and everyone to American night. Wouldn't this be extremely interesting. Taking a deep breath, rearranging my tits higher in my low cut dress, I open the door and stepped right in. As I enter I stand to one side, letting my eyes adjust to the lighting and smoke. Watching. Taking in everything at once. I look towards the bar, which takes up a small corner area. I start walking towards it. Winding around the tables. When I notice, the best looking man. Dark hair and the bluest eyes. He looked my direction when a friend bumped him to watch me. The smile he gave me was a definite invitation if ever I saw one. I side up to the bar on the other side of you, and order a Newcastle pint. As I stand there waiting, I look to you with a hunger in my eyes, you cannot mistake. I lean a little towards you as I reach for my pint, giving you a nice view down my dress. Which, by the way, is un-encumbered with a bra or panties. I watch you look down and slowly lick your lips as you look back to my eyes. You look down again noticing my nipples just hardened. Turning around to face the room, I scoot one butt cheek on the stool. Allowing my dress to ride higher. I noticed your friend bumped your arm again. I surveyed the room while sipping my beer. Watching you from the corner of my eye as you continued to rove your eyes up and down the merchandise being shown. I suddenly turn and smile, setting my beer down and leaning one arm on the bar. I lean towards you, provocative. "Been here long," You voice had a slight squeak to it, you cleared your throat. "I saw you photographing earlier today." "I am traveling up the coast. My assignment is photographing the smaller villages, enjoying the scenery." As I said this I gave him the once up and down very slowly. Smiling as I reached his eyes. "What else of interest is around here?" This time his eyes deepened in color. You could almost smell the arousal between us. "You walking in here with that dress on," was his throaty reply. My nipples perked up and a warmth spread down my body, pooling at my pussy. "So far I like your style." As I leaned forward so his view was un-impaired to see my tits. "And showing off your...um...figure," as his eyes took in the full view and then some. "Why thank you kind sir." I moved back on the seat, which causes my very short dress to become even shorter. Turning back to the bar, you also move to face the bar and move closer to me, standing. Your thigh pushes up against mine. I drop one hand and run my nails down the front of your thigh, putting just enough pressure through his jeans. As I move up I slide up your crotch and just squeeze, to make you gasp and move just a little. Looking at me, with a little wider eyes. I stare back and barely shrug my shoulders, trying to not too be innocent. As my hand comes back up to the bar. What the hell!!! Leaning into him I whisper into his ear, "Since I don't wear knickers, why not slide you hand along my thigh and take test to see how wet you really are making me." I swear when he looked at me his jaw hit the bar with a thud. I knew he was the only one to hear me. Taking a quick review around me, you reach your hand to my thigh and slowly move up my leg, I position my leg over just enough to allow you access. And take a slow breath in as I feel your fingers just lightly brush my pussy lips. I gasp as my breathing increases. You become bolder listening to me and place on finger into my slit and feel my wet. Looking at each other in the eyes, pulling your hand out just as slowly, raising your hand towards your lips. I stop you and take your hand in mine and bring your finger to my lips instead and put your finger into my mouth and suck my juices off of you. Okay, the look on his face told me, room full of people or not, he was going to bend my ass over the stool I was sitting on. I give him back his hand. Whispering again to his ear, "Now just think if that was your cock." As this was happening the Pub got even more crowded and louder. I looked around, leaned even more into you, "Play with me, right here, right now. Make me cum." The jaw didn't drop this time, you looked right at me, moved up closer to me. One arm you wrapped around my waist, the other hand never hesitated as you went under my dress and plunged two fingers into my very wet pussy. Using your thumb you stroked and caressed my clit. Never taking your eyes off of mine. Your other hand slowly stroked my nipple. Me? Wow, okay this was so working well. I left both hands on the bar and sipped my beer, like nothing was happening. Just watching you. Leaning towards me and whispered, with a deep voice, "I can feel your pussy wanting to cum, your so wet on my hand. But I am not going to let you cum here. I'm just going to make you so wet, you will beg me to fuck you." Who knew I could create a sex monster all by myself. Yes!!! He suddenly stops and ever so slightly smiles. Removing his hand he lifts me and slides under me on the stool and places me on his lap. I so get the hint. I stand ever so much on the rung, as you release your engorged cock from your jeans. As I go to sit down, positioned your cock to fit right in. Going deep onto you. Wiggling my ass ever so slightly to get even deeper. I reach one hand down and stroke the base of your cock as I move. Putting your arms on each side of me, you try so hard not to move too much. I couldn't help myself and giggled. I can so feel you getting larger, making your cock twitch inside as my pussy clenches onto you hard. "We need to leave here," I tell him. You agree quickly. I stand letting my dress cover just enough for you to put your cock away. Before I know it, we are outside, you are pulling me along as we trip down the road. No lights, just the night and dark. We round a corner two blocks down, when you stop suddenly. I run into the back you of, you turn to catch me. The momentum carries you back to a wall. As I help push you into it, I fumble with your jeans to get them undone. Kissing you hard and furious. Panting. As soon as your cock is loose, I drop to put into deep down my throat. You fall against the wall gasping. All I hear is moaning, then very lightly I feel....wet. Good ole English countryside. It begins to rain softly. Grabbing me by the shoulders you pull me up and switch places. Seizing my ass and lifting, I wrap my legs around you. Pushing me into the wall this time, you remove your shaft and drop me onto it, plunging deep, spreading my but cheeks apart for even deeper penetration. Clawing your shoulder, gasping for air, as you keep thrusting faster. Just as suddenly you stop. Holding me against the wall, breathing heavily into my neck. You start kissing me, lifting me enough to suck down a nipple. By now we are both soaking as the rain continues and gets heavier. Licking the water dripping between my tits, you drop me back down on your cock, then slowly bring me further as your harden cock, pulls free from my pussy. Releasing my juices to drip down my thighs. Looking around you, you take my hand and walk over to a car parked in the alley. Without stopping, the momentum carries me past you, as my ass comes against the fender. Putting both hands on each side of me as I lean back. "So, you ready to beg." Saying this as you start stroking my clit, lightly. Making me squirm against your hand, to increase the pressure. You keep it just far enough away, making me so much wetter, anticipating. Staring into your eyes, I barely nod. Turning me around quickly, in one motion, bending me over, lifting my dress and plunging back into my pussy. By now the rain is coming down so hard, I don't even notice. The coolness of the car, the heat of your cock and hands holding my hips. Arching back as I start to cum so hard. You stop again. Laying onto my back, you reach to the front and take a hold of a tit, toying with the nipple, standing back, making me arch more, then start thrusting again. Again. I hear a howl, then a scream as we both surge and cum together. Soaked, panting. I spread myself back down to the car hood, feeling the cold, as my pussy spasms, still milking and holding your cock. Feeling your hands caress my ass. Rain never letting up. Pushing you back, your cock releases from my pussy. By now my dress is plastered against me. And your clothes show off your physique as well. This time I take your hand and start pulling you back to the road. Instead going back to the pub, I turn the other way. "Where are we going in this rain?" "To my room, we are so not finished." You pull me back against, staring at me, feeling the desire re-kindle again. Kissing me, almost reverently, cupping my tit in your hand. You pull back, "It is so going to be a long and fantastic night." Public It's Lena's turn to wear the bracelet. She has finished taking a leisurely bath and dressing for an evening out: a pucker knit mini dress scooped low in back and stretched to show off every voluptuous curve, black suspender stockings and heels. She has finished applying her makeup and brushing her hair, and she looks ravishing. Fox calls her into the bathroom. "Shave me," he tells her. She wordlessly kneels, soaps her husband's penis and balls and begins scraping gently with the razor. She works until the skin is smooth, the way she likes it to be when she takes him into her mouth. Looking down at her kneeling before him, intent on her task, excites Fox, and he begins to swell. She notices, and looks up into his eyes, a slight smile playing around her lips. "Not yet," he says, and sends her out to wait while he finishes in the bathroom. Later, dressed in coat and tie, Fox helps Lena into her mink. Time to go. He holds the car door for her, tells her as she is getting in "You're not to speak a word tonight unless I give you permission to," and they drive out into a cold German night. They drive to an exclusive club on the outskirts of a nearby city. They hold a reciprocating membership, and it is an excellent place for dinner. Additionally, it boasts a casino, a disco, and, upstairs near the main formal dining room, a popular ballroom for those romantics who enjoy the intimacy of such dance. The place is crowded, as it almost always is on a weekend. Fox has reserved a table and they eat a light seafood dinner with a crisp white wine followed by a wickedly rich pastry and strong local coffee. He has ordered for them both, but has decided to treat her to one of her favorite meals as a reward for voluntarily giving herself over to him tonight. He spends the dinner gazing into her eyes, drinking in the sight of her face, smiling, and embarrassing her slightly with his attention. After dinner, they move into the ballroom. A German string quartet is playing a waltz, and the dance floor is crowded with spinning couples. Fox and Lena take a table near the main entrance, and join the dancers after taking some time to settle in. Fox notices the balcony completely encircling the ballroom one floor above, but there is no one using it; it hasn't been set up for tonight's event. A few dances later, they move downstairs to the casino and lounge, an hour or so spent alternating between placing a few bets and dancing under the requisite spinning mirrored ball. Lena keeps glancing at one of the bartenders, a handsome young stud. "You like his looks, don't you?" Fox asks. She nods, and smiles at being caught looking. "You'd fuck him, wouldn't you?" Again she nods. "Go ask him then," Fox says. Her eyes widen; and a look of surprise and horror combined crosses her face. This isn't something she'd mentally prepared for tonight. She declines the offer by shaking her head. "All right," Fox tells her, "but it's going to cost you for refusing. You realize that, don't you?" Again she nods, looking hard at his face. She wears an expression of total surrender on her beautifully made-up features. "Come with me," Fox said, and leads her back to the massive curving staircase leading up to the ballroom. When she dresses to kill Lena's a head-turner, even in her forties, and despite her submissive demeanor tonight, Fox can tell she is enjoying the appreciative glances she is collecting. Her walk has that little something extra in it that makes her ass move just perfectly beneath the tight dress. He loves following his wife up the stairs, just for the view, and Fox moves to fall in step behind her now for just that reason. The ballroom is still crowded; it's a large one, and hundreds of people circle the floor in their partners' arms, caught up by the music. Two bars are in full operation at opposite ends of the dance floor, tired dancers standing three and four deep waiting to get their drinks from the harried bartenders. Beside the bar nearest the main entrance to the ballroom is yet another stairway, leading up to the balcony. Fox takes Lena's hand and leads her up the stairs. No one seems to notice, and no one follows or tries to stop them. The balcony is darkened, with a few tables and chairs scattered about haphazardly. They go over to the railing and lean on it, experiencing an omniscience at being able to look down upon the crowded dance floor, at the kaleidoscope of bright colors whirling below them in time to the music, without being seen themselves. Fox entwines his fingers in Lena's hair and roughly pulls her head back, tilting her face so that she is looking up into his. He licks her lips, then opens his mouth to kiss her deeply. As they kiss he slides his hands over her body, roaming, softly, insistently, completely, thankful all the while to be married to this phenomenal woman. When they break the kiss both are breathing hard. Fox holds her face in both hands and looks into her eyes. "Suck me," he tells her. She smiles slightly, and sinks to her knees before him, opening his trousers and releasing his penis. As Fox leans on the balcony railing, surveying the dancers below him, Lena applies her talented lips and tongue to milking her man of the first orgasm of the night. After he finishes spasming, and concentrates on getting his breathing under control, Fox pulls her to her feet and kisses her, tasting himself on her lips. Fox lifts her dress so that it bunches around her waist, exposing her creamy thighs and her pubic triangle, framed by the black nylon and nothing more. He rubs her pussy, soaked with the excitement of the moment and by what they're doing. Fox grazes the sparse tendrils with the back of his hand, lightly, briefly, brushes his fingers across her clit, lingering just long enough to hear her quick intake of breath, then plunges two fingers into the wet warmth of her. He twists them, saws them in and out, first slowly, then faster, until her breath is coming in gasps and he knows she's at the edge. He stops abruptly, withdraws his hand, and pulls her dress back down to cover her. "That's enough," Fox says. He inhales the scent of her on his fingers, savors the taste of her juices on them. They return to the lounge and have another coffee, then depart, back out into the night, back into their adventure. They drive into the centuries-old downtown area of the city, park in a municipal parking lot across the street from the pedestrian-only zone, close by a warm dark weinstube. It's hot and crowded inside when they enter. They stand for a while, letting their eyes adjust to the gloom, watching for a table, and find one at last in a dark corner, through a passageway leading into another crowded room upstairs. The waiter takes their order and Fox helps Lena off with her jacket. The couple settles in, watching the watchers. Two German businessmen take an immediate interest in Lena when she crosses her legs, exposing a flash of thigh above the nylon. Fox rubs her thigh and in doing so slides her skirt higher, exposing more. "Does what we're doing tonight excite you?" he asks her. "You may answer." "Yes." Lena's voice takes on a low, throaty whisper when she gets excited. In turn, hearing it excites Fox even more; it always does. "Are you wet?" "Yes." Again the whisper. "Do you want to come?" "Yes." "Do it now. Make yourself come." She looks at Fox for a few long moments, undecided, then shifts in her seat slightly, moving her legs further under the table. She uncrosses, and then re-crosses, her legs, and when she finishes the graceful maneuver, her hand is imprisoned between her thighs. Fox moves his chair, positioning his body to block the Germans' view, and leans forward, watching his wife's face intently as she strokes herself, his gaze constantly being pulled downward, towards her lap and the subtle activity there. Lena keeps her eyes locked with her husband's while she works herself, searching his face, seeing pleasure and excitement there. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks. "I didn't give you permission to speak. That's going to cost you, as well." She continues staring into his eyes, and her breathing becomes shallower, rapid, labored. "You're close, aren't you?" Fox asks. She nods. Then she stiffens in her seat, freezes momentarily, and then sighs softly, the sigh ending in a whimper. "Was it good?" Fox asks her. She nods. "Did it excite you to get yourself off with so many people around not knowing what was going on?" She nods again, and gives him a big smile. "Let's get out of here," he tells her. Outside, as Fox holds the car door open for her, he tells her, "By the time I get around to the other side and get in, I want you on your knees on the seat, with that beautiful ass up in the air, and uncovered, facing me." The car has the older, standard bench seat rather than individual buckets, convenient for what Fox has in mind. When he gets in and starts the engine, flips on the heater, she is waiting for him just as he'd instructed her. Her head is down, cradled on her arms. In the dark, with the reflection of sparse halogen street lamps illuminating it, her beautiful ass shines, waiting for him. Fox lets her wait there for a few minutes, unmoving, while the car warms up. He gazes longingly at her ass, wanting it, reminding himself consciously to wait, to prolong the moment. He wants, above all else, to intensify her suspense, her torment, and her enjoyment. He wants her excitement to consume her, to reduce her to quivering. He reaches to stroke the globes of her ass, his hand encased in the fur-lined leather glove. She flinches at the first touch, and then settles again. He continues stroking her skin, prolonging the sensation of smooth leather against smooth skin. He grazes his finger downwards, into her cleft, down, along the lips of her cunt, until he touches her clit, eliciting a sigh from her. Fox looks at his finger in the lamplight. Her juices glisten on the leather of his glove. He places the leather-sheathed finger against her opening, pushes, and fills her sex with it. She moans, and forces herself back slightly against his hand. Fox pumps her for a while, letting her ride the leather towards her climax, then withdraws his hand. He removes the glove, then slaps the cheek of her ass, hard, with his bare hand. She jerks. He slaps the other one. She whimpers, and then moans as Fox begins administering a barehanded spanking to her upturned bottom in earnest. Her cheeks quiver under the stinging blows, and she sways her bottom from side to side. Fox strokes her sex with his bare hand, finds it dripping, her juices flowing. He inserts a finger, then two, into her, then quickly removes them, slick with her juices, and as quickly impales her ass on one of them. He holds her there, wrapped around his finger. "Don't move," he says. He begins to fuck her with the finger, she all the while struggling to hold perfectly still. Fox moves his finger in and out rapidly, and as her excitement mounts, her ass begins to buck backwards against his hand, grinding into his knuckles, with her impending orgasm. Fox slaps her another stinging blow across her shining globes, and reminds her "Don't move!" A young German couple walks by arm in arm, their steps crunching in the snow and ice, laughing and talking. Lena cries out with the force of her climax, and Fox watches the couple turn their heads, searching for the sound. Fox keeps his finger buried while he watches them look over at the car, and occasionally flexes it inside her, drawing another soft moan from her lips. The couple stare in their direction for another few moments, then continue on, crunching through the cold towards their own private destination. Fox withdraws his hand and leans over to plant a soft, lingering kiss on Lena's buttocks. He is filled with a total adoration beyond even love for this beautiful woman who could so willingly, unquestioningly, and totally give herself to him, simply for the exhilaration of the experience, and for pure love of him. Her submission to him only makes him more certainly, absolutely, her servant. Fox shifts his lips to her puckered opening, touches gently with his tongue, kisses it softly with his lips, attempting to convey to her these feelings swelling inside him solely through the unconditional intimacy of this kiss. He sits back up, reaches to stroke the fullness of her smooth bottom one last time, then says, "You may sit up now." Lena shifts on the seat, sits facing forward, staring out through the lightly fogged windshield. "Pull your skirt up higher," he tells her. "Into your lap so I can see you." She lifts her hips slightly and pulls her skirt higher, shivers when her skin makes contact with the still-cold seat. I want you to ride home like that," Fox says, "and I want you to stroke yourself. But I want you to control yourself, too. You can't climax until I give you permission." He drives carefully along frozen streets, conscious all the while of his wife sitting so near, her pussy exposed to him, fingering herself gently as he maneuvers the car through the maze of narrow streets. As they leave the city and drive out into the countryside, towards their village, her breathing quickens. "Control yourself," he tells her. "You already have another spanking coming for breaking your silence earlier in the weinstube; you don't want to add a third one, or something worse." Lena slows her movements, buries her fingers in her pussy, her palm cupping her mound, pressing tightly against her clit. From time to time she moves her fingers, intensifying the sensation, feeling her juices flood over them, but able to hold off her orgasm. Before reaching home he pulls off of the narrow country road, onto a pulloff, backs the car a few yards down a dirt road. He turns off the headlights, but leaves the engine running. He gets out, walks around the car and opens her door. "Get out," he tells her. She obeys. When she stands before him he grips her waist, turns her around and bends her forward so that she is leaning on the car seat. He lifts her skirt, exposing her ass to the cold night air, opens his trousers and takes out his penis, stiff and sticky with his own fluids. Then, shielded from the road only by the open car door, he enters her, thrusting wildly, plunging into her again and again, venting the excitement that's been building in him since their time in the heat of the wine bar. The coldness he feels along the wet length of his penis each time he withdraws from her only emphasizes the wet warmth of his wife as she thrusts back rhythmically to capture him inside her. She grunts aloud as she feels his head swell, feels him pulsing inside her, tightly sheathed and unmoving, as he comes. Her own orgasm follows his, and he holds her there, tightly, arms around her waist, bent over with his cheek resting on her back, until the cold forces them back into the car. On the ride back home Lena feels his juices seeping out of her, soaking into her dress, running down into her crack. Upstairs back at home later, Fox notices it, too. He feels an increased excitement as he removes her dress and has her kneel on the bed, feels the wetness on the fabric, knows she has been wearing it like a badge, a souvenir of their adventure. In the flickering candlelight, he can see his juices still seeping from her, glistening on her sparse pubic hair. He moves behind her, lowers himself to taste them, then enters her again. This time he lasts, giving her several orgasms, forcing groans from between her lips. As he nears his own climax, he withdraws from her. Lena begins making several vague motions to him, silent gestures conveying urgency, but not much more information. "What?" he asks. "You may speak." "I have to pee." "Not yet. You'll have to wait a bit until you're finished with me." He pushes down on her shoulders, watches her sink to her knees and take his cock into her mouth. He revels in the sensations of her tongue flat and rubbing with wet friction along the underside of his head, the strong suction, unrelenting, as she moves her head faster in an attempt to hurry his orgasm. She cups his balls in her hands, squeezes gently, and he feels himself beginning to erupt. She holds her head still, his penis still entrapped in her mouth, until she feels him stop spurting. Then she releases him. "Stay right where you are," he tells her as she looks up at him from her kneeling position. "I'll be right back." Fox leaves the room, and returns with a chamber pot, which he places on the floor in front of her. "You can't leave this room tonight," he says. "You'll have to use this." He watches as she squats over the pot and relieves herself. When she is finished he reaches out a finger to touch her, then touches the tip to his tongue, tasting the tanginess of her. He takes her by the shoulders, and raises her up, to stand in front of him, then bends to kiss her. As their mouths open and join together, he tastes himself as she releases the contents of her mouth, the semen she has been saving to give back to him. He starts to jerk away in surprise, but she is ready, catches his hair in both of her hands, holds his mouth glued tightly to hers as she feeds it to him, her tongue dancing. When she releases him, she looks up into his face and announces, "This scene is over." She smiles. "It's my turn now. Get on the bed."