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Rough Trade

By: Wife Watcher



We often visited the sauna where my wife and I would occasionally indulge in threesomes. My wife Cathy is a petite brunette. She is only 19 and although she had a very limited sex life before we married she has certainly made up for it since.

She prefers men who are well mannered and she can't abide rowdy types and bad language. Knowing this about her made what happened the other night, such a shock. We were alone in the Jacuzzi at the sauna, when we could hear some loud-mouthed men in the next room. Their voices got louder as they were coming closer. They came down the passage that leads to the Jacuzzi.

They stopped by the Jacuzzi and it was obvious that they were eyeing Cathy up. Only being small, the water came up to her neck but her petite breasts were quite visible under the clear water. The men were whispering to each other and sniggering. They were obviously making crude remarks about my wife.

Then they must have come to the decision to join us in the Jacuzzi as they both removed their towels. I noticed Cathy straining to take a peek at their cocks.

As the men climbed into the Jacuzzi, I said to Cathy 'Must be time for us to have a drink.' Giving her the excuse for us to leave. But her reply really knocked me for six. 'You go and have one, I don't feel like one yet.'

What! I couldn't take it in at first, she was telling me to go off into the other room and leave her here with these two obnoxious types. Stunned, I climbed out of the Jacuzzi and got my towel.

'Are you sure you don't want a drink?' I once again asked.

'No, I'm fine.' She replied with a captivating smile. 'I'll just relax here for a while longer.'

While this conversation had been going on, the men had settled themselves down into the warm bubbly water, one almost facing Cathy and the other by her side. As I went off down the passage, I could hear the men start to engage Cathy in conversation. I turned and made my way back towards the Jacuzzi to see what, if anything, was happening. In the few seconds I had been away, one of the guys was standing and offering his cock to Cathy's lips and the other guy was obviously feeling her sweet young tits. I was amazed to see her open her mouth and take his big dick inside. Even more surprising was the disgusting things he was saying to her and she didn't seem to mind at all. Ordinarily she would complain or leave.

'That's it! Suck my dick you little slut!'

'Lets take her to a private room and fuck this horny little bitch.' The second guy said. The men got out of the Jacuzzi and lifted Cathy up as though she was a rag doll. One guy held her in his arms as though she was a baby. The other guy was rubbing her cunt. 'You wanna' get fucked slut?'

'Yes,' Cathy replied in an almost whisper.

'What was that slut?'

'Yes!' Cathy almost screamed.

'Yes what bitch?'

'I want to get fucked!' I couldn't believe I was hearing this. Yes, we had indulged in group sex before but in a nice loving way. I had never seen my wife like this before. Wanting men of this rough type to 'fuck her'.

*

They walked off down the passage that led to the private rooms. I crept along behind, it was turning me on to see my Cathy in this abandoned way with rough men. Along the way there were two black guys talking. They turned to look at Cathy and one of them said. 'Wow! Lovely little fuck bag you've got there.'

'You want some?' asked the guy who was carrying Cathy.

'No!' Screamed Cathy. Seems she was wanting it rough but not quite that rough.

'Don't you want some black cock?' The guy carrying Cathy asked.

'No!' Was all she said. The guy stood her down on the floor. She looked even smaller standing in between those 4 big guys.

The two black guys and the two white guys surrounded Cathy and started to maul her sweet young body. Pulling on her nipples and squeezing her tits. One guy was finger fucking her really fast. It didn't take them long to get a reaction from her. Her lovely little body started to convulse in orgasm. He moans were getting louder and louder. 'Oh! Ohhhhh! Yess, yesssss. Ohhhhhh, mmmmm!'

As this was happening, one of the black guys started to rub his big black dick across Cathy's lips. She involuntary opened her mouth to give him use of it. He was not content with that, and grabbed her by the back of her head. Slowly and methodically, he shoved his big black dick inch by inch down my sweet young wife's throat.

One of the white guys noticed that I was watching, he beckoned me over. As I walked closer, I could see the huge intrusion in Cathy's throat. 'Have a feel.' He said as he took my hand and placed it on Cathy's throat. I couldn't believe it, it felt huge. How was she breathing? I could feel the cock moving up and down and the sensation was turning me on. My dick was rock hard. I could feel the cock as it started to extract itself from her throat. He held her head in his two big black hands and started to moan as he emptied his sponk into her willing mouth.

As he withdrew his cock, a strand of sponk stretched from her lips to the end of his cock. I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me closer to Cathy.

'I think you wife needs a kiss.' He said as my mouth came into direct contact with Cathy's sponky lips. I couldn't help myself, I stuck my tongue inside her mouth and scooped out loads of sponk and swallowed it all down.

'Seems we've got two sponk junkies here.' Someone said and they all laughed.

'We're going to fuck this little bitch.' Said the other black guy. 'You wanna' watch.' Without another word, Cathy was whisked off to one of the rooms. I stood there dazed for a few moments. By the time I realised that they had all gone into the room, the door was locked. I had to sit on the floor outside and listen to my sweet young Cathy being brutally fucked. By her screams and moans of pleasure, she was obviously enjoying this new rough type of sex.

Some other men had gathered around the door listening to the wonderful cries of my darling Cathy.

'Your wife getting fucked in there?' one man asked.

'Getting herself some black dick.' Another one said

'How many are there?' another queried. They were having a conversation between themselves.

'Think we can get a go at the slut?' the first one ventured.

'Better ask her husband.'

'I don't think it's anything to do with him.' One of them said laughing. 'Seems she has been taken over, we'll have to see if there is anything left worth having when they've finished ploughing her insides with their big cocks.'

Listening to the things they were saying was turning me on even more than listening to Cathy squeals. I was now openly wanking my dick as I sat on the floor surrounded by these strange men who were also wanking on their dicks.

'Perhaps we won't have to wait.' One of them said as he brought his dick to my lips. I was almost out of my head with lust at that moment and didn't hesitate to suck his dick. They kept their talk going about my 'slut wife' and 'all the dick she was getting' and how she must be a 'sponk queen'.

I sucked them all and when they shot their sponk into my mouth, I swallowed it all.

Eventually the door opened and I was dragged inside. They lifted me up and placed me face first between Cathy thighs. I buried my face into a swamp of sponk and cunt juice and slurped away until I had cleaned her lovely young cunt.

She was lifted up and carried out of the room.

'We'll bring her home tomorrow.' Said one of the black guys. 'We have some friends who would like the use of this little slut tonight.'

That was the start of our new way of life. After that we would go to pubs by the docks or clubs in black areas, anywhere were we could both get used roughly.

Rough Trade



It was downright crazy. It was stupid, dangerous and sordid. It was unthinking, unplanned and unusual. It was also fucking marvellous.

I was forty-three at the time. I was married and still am, just, to a successful businessman who is away on business about as much as he is home with me. We had two children one of who, the boy had just started work and our daughter was at university. We lived in a large house in a London suburb called Hadley Wood. We were financially comfortable and led quite an upscale life-style. I had my own money from an inheritance, did some charity work, played golf and tennis and lunched as ladies do a few times a week. More for something to do than anything else, I had recently taken a part time, copywriting job in an ad agency in London.

An ideal life many would say, but I was bored out of my mind.

Oh I nearly forgot, my name is Tina, I have long, shoulder-length, black hair, I wear glasses, black horn rims actually and I have big tits.

I met James at work. He was twenty-three, hugely bright, good-looking and a junior art director. We were paired up on a number of projects, he did the design and drawings I provided the words. From the very first campaign, we got on well despite the twenty-year age gap and, after getting to know each other a little we started to flirt. PC has not infiltrated the ad industry as much as it has many others! I loved the banter in the agency and was starting to enjoy flirting with James, but also with other guys. It was a great atmosphere. All of the creative department got on well and James and I became 'partners,' a team I suppose. He was a remarkably creative person and whilst his job was the ad design, the pictures as they call it, he could write better copy than I do.

We had worked together for three months or so when we had to visit a client in Manchester where we had to stay overnight.

We dined together and then went to the half-full bar. I was a little reluctant as I did not like people thinking I was out with my toyboy. Most of the customers in the bar were businessmen, but there were a few females dotted around. As usual, James was in a tee and jeans, but I was wearing a crisp, fairly tight, white, button up the front blouse, skinny, blue jeans and heels. 

In the bar, he changed, maybe it was the drink, maybe he had put some stuff up his nose or maybe it was the real James coming out. He became colder, harder, firmer, more controlling and confident. He ordered a bottle of Pino without asking me. He leaned across the table and blatantly looked down the front of my blouse. His knee touched my leg under the table and twice he rested his hand on mine. I hadn't been pulled for years and was not too sure of the etiquette or even if he was trying to pull me. I find the young of today so hard to read.

"I think it is time for bed," I said after looking at my watch and seeing it was nearly ten.

"What's the hurry the meeting doesn't start 'til twelve tomorrow," he retorted grabbing my hand as I went to stand up.

"At my age I need my beauty sleep."

"Not in my eyes you don't Tina," he went on still holding my hand.

He looked up at me and said, sternly. "Sit down and have another drink."

"No I had better not," I said as I was already feeling a little tipsy.

He pulled on my hand forcing me to bend forward.

"I said sit down Tina and I fucking well meant it," he snarled looking down the front of my blouse where it gaped as I sat down. I didn't know what to think. He had never been like this with me before. He simply stared intently at me for a few moments. It was as if there was a rage going on inside him and he was deciding what to do next. He was still holding my hand quite tightly. I looked around to see if any people were looking and a few were. I tried to pull it away, but he held onto it tightly.

"Forget them," he said without looking up.

I didn't reply or, for some reason try harder to pull my hand away as really I should have done.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"They don't matter, it's just us," he said staring deeply into my eyes.

"What's that mean?" I asked, as a shudder of I was not sure what went through me.

We looked at each other. It seemed to me that he was trying to make his mind up on what to say or do next. He smiled. I smiled back. Then, rather too loudly and probably so that someone could hear he said.

"You have got a great pair of tits Tina."

"James don't," I replied now trying to get my hand away, but he held on tight.

"Well you have and I have been ogling them ever since you joined the agency."

"Please stop," I whispered seeing two guys staring at us. 

I felt odd. Part embarrassed, part flattered, part a little scared, but also, I realised to my surprise, part aroused.

"You know you have got great tits Tina and that's why you show them off."

"I don't."

"Look at them now. That fucking blouse is far too tight."

"I'm going," I said taking the opportunity of him taking a swig from his glass to stand up.

"Sit down Tina," he said coldly.

"No I am going."

"Sit down or I will tear that fucking blouse open so I and all the dirty bastards in here will see those tits," he said again a little too loud.

I decided to take a chance and walked, almost ran from the bar. He caught me at the elevators and bundled me in. It was empty. He seemed to have calmed down.

"What was all that all about?" I asked.

"I got a bit carried away, sorry."

"Why, though?"

He moved closer and put his hand on my hip. "I want you, badly," he said looking right into my eyes sending tingles through me.

"James, I am old enough to be your mother."

He replied quickly. "I'm not ageist." 

That made me smile. "But maybe I am?" I said.

"But maybe you aren't," he said slipping his arm round my waist as we walked along the corridor. "And in any case that makes the idea of fucking you even more of a turn on."

I was in a quandary. How the hell was I going to get into my room alone, without causing a big scene? As it happened, I couldn't.

As I got to the door with my card in my hand he said.

"Just one drink," holding up the half-full bottle of wine.

I couldn't think of what to say and we were in my room before I hardly knew it.

He walked to the mini bar, got two wine glasses, filled them and handed me one. We were standing facing each other beside the king sized bed. It was a hugely suggestive scene.

"To us," James said raising his glass.

"What do you mean?"

Laughing and taking a gulp of wine. "Well tomorrow of course, I hope we work well together with Glaziers."

"I see."

"Amongst other things that is Tina."

"What other things?" I asked as I noted his tone again getting harder, his gaze more intense and his demeanour more confident.

"What I said in the bar, those other things," he went on staring very obviously at my chest.

"Not, now James, leave it will you."

"Actually Tina, no I will not leave it, I want to look at them, show them to me."

"Don't be crazy," I replied feeling a little shocked, but nevertheless also slightly aroused. Young men can do that to women approaching or in middle-age!

"What's crazy, you've got great tits, I'm a tit man and we are alone in your hotel room with the night ahead of us."

"We do not for I have to go to bed."

"Good I can watch you undress."

"No you can't," I replied as he moved closer.

"Yes I fuckingwell can and will," he said very authoritatively.

"James please."

"Look Tina, one way or another I am going to see your tits. Either you take your blouse and bra off or I do. It doesn't matter to me, it's up to you."

The wine must have got to me more than I had earlier thought because all sorts of strange things were running through my brain. I had let him into my room so I could not really feel that scared of him and in fact, I was somewhat in awe of him, I realised. As he took control, started directing me and began to dominate me so, amazingly I was becoming aroused. In turn he was making me feel submissive and open to his suggestions. As he demanded to see my tits and threatened me, so incredulously he was turning me on more and more, but in a way and of a nature that I had not experienced before. I hated that and hated myself for letting this all get to me so much, but I did not seem able to resist his advances.

I finished my drink noting that we had drunk two bottles between us. That, I was aware, had relaxed me, but more alarmingly yet, at the same time excitingly, it had also reduced my inhibitions. Suddenly him seeing my breasts did not seem that big a deal, and frighteningly neither did sleeping with him. That realisation hit me hard and made me wonder what was happening to me and my, usually, quite strong sense of sexual morals. For some time they had in the virtual world of the net been reducing, but not in the real world. Now, it seemed, they were plummeting in both my parallel existences. 

That really shocked me for in the twenty-five years I had been married I had only been with one other man than my husband. Of course there had been chances and several guys had tried hard, but other than Gareth, with whom I had a six-month affair and believe was the real, true love of my life, I had resisted. Until now that is.

"So what's it to be Tina?" he said softly, but very firmly. "Me or you to take it off?" he went on brushing the back of his fingers across my cheek and down my neck to the collar of the blouse that he held gently between his finger and thumb. "Well?"

Now I was totally torn. How could I do such thing as take my blouse off, let him see my breasts or even more so let him take it off? How would we ever be able to work together again? How would I ever be able to look myself in a mirror and how would I be in front of my husband and even more worryingly in front of the other young art directors and copywriters who James might well tell?

As he stared at me, his fingers still holding the lapel of my simply, I felt my resolve weakening. I felt myself thinking. 'So what, I go topless on holiday and in the end result what is a fuck with a young bloke? After all, I have been sexually active for nearly thirty years and have probably been fucked over four thousand times, does one more matter? Rather worryingly also I found myself thinking, 'why not, after all soon might be too late!'

The steely look in his eyes, his authoritative, confident manner and the way that he seemed so able to read me all added up to me feeling under his control, his direction and his command. 

"Come on Tina, take it off, no one will ever know," he said in little more of a whisper his eyes boring into mine and seeming to see right into my mind. "You know you want to don't you?"

That also hit home and big time, for James was in a way correct, I half did want to take it off and show him my breasts.

"No James. No I don't want to," I lied, rather unconvincingly. 

"Yes you fuckingwell do you have wanted to flash them ever since we started working together."

"That's not true."

"Don't lie Tina, don't make it worse. You only come to work to get fucked admit it to yourself."

"Don't be silly."

"Well you don't need the money, that cunt of a husband and you are stinking fucking rich so why work?"

"Because I want to."

"You work because you are bored and you want some excitement in your life," he went on as we both finished our wine and he went to the mini bar. "Fuck there's no wine, order a bottle on room service."

"No."

"Well if you don't I will and think how that will look?"

Not wanting the hotel to know I had him in my room I picked up the phone and started to order a bottle of Chablis."

"Make it two, it might be a long night," he whispered into my ear. I did.

"Don't worry I'll go in the bathroom when the waiter brings the wine, though he will think you're a right old lush ordering two bottles at this time of evening," he said rather cruelly.

"Gee thanks. Why don't you go to your room now and leave me alone?" I ventured.

"Because Tina, I want to see those tits and you don't really want me to go do you?"

"James this is crazy," I began as he came very close to me. He put his hands on my hips and looked deep into my eyes.

"It is not crazy Tina. We both want each other, admit it." I tried to fight him off knowing that it was rather half-hearted.

"Oh James I can't."

"Go on admit it Tina. I bet you can't deny that you have thought of me fucking you can you?"

"Don't," I groaned as his arms went round me and he pulled me to him. "I haven't."

He gripped me harder. "I see the way you look at me at work. I know you want to get laid, it's just who that's in question, so come on get that fucking blouse off."

His words were getting to me, because deep down I suspected they were true, although I was yet to admit them to myself.

"How can you say that? And I can't do that."

"Oh yes you can, Tina, and oh yes you will," he went on kissing me just as there was a tap at the door.

I was hugely embarrassed as the female waiter brought the two bottles of wine and an ice bucket in. Fortunately they were screw tops so the embarrassment was limited to her putting the wine down and me signing the bill. James was as good as his word and he stayed in the bathroom and kept quiet as the wine was delivered. He poured two more glasses.

"Now where were we?" he smiled. "Oh yes," he went on putting both glasses down and once more taking me in his arms.

"Now James stop it," I said knowing full well I lacked conviction. He ignored me and pulled me against his body. He was erect.

"What you gonna do Tina, scream?" he said smiling.

"I might," I rather ridiculously said as his hands ran up and down my back and he pinged my bra strap.

"Don't be fucking daft and just go with the flow, you know you want it."

More and more he was getting to me. I knew that and I am sure he did as well, but I was not prepared to give in just yet. I was not used to such situations and I was worried about my reputation in the agency if I let James have sex with me. Deeper down though, somewhere between my nipples and my pussy, I was beginning to realise that it was inevitable. 

As his hand ran unhindered up and down my back and onto my bum that he stroked and squeezed I began to sort of relax. Maybe this was how the young of today went about things? Maybe they did just 'do it?' Maybe reputations were no longer important? And, as I had thought earlier, what really was a flash of my tits or a fuck, I had done both loads of times! 

As he forced his mouth against mine and as both of his hands squeezed the cheeks of my bum and pulled me more firmly against his erection, the other aspect of this situation hit me, and hard. That was not simply what he was doing, it was how he was doing it and the manner in which he was doing it. I had never been with a man who so seemingly easily took control of the situation, decided and directed what was going on and seemed to have no interest in what I needed or wanted. I had never been dominated or humiliated, abused even, in the way James was doing now. And I had not ever thought of myself as being a submissive. But as his tongue slid into my open mouth, as he writhed his body harder against mine, as he grabbed hold of my shoulder-length hair and as he took complete control of me and the situation, I began to realise that might very well be what I was.

He broke the kiss.

"No Tina, stop fucking about and get those fucking big tits out for me."

"Oh James."

"Just do it for fuck's sake."

I felt hypnotised as my hands somehow, as if with a mind of their own reached up and found the top button of my blouse. 

"You won't tell anyone will you?" I rather ridiculously asked.

"I might, but then I might not," he answered, which was a somewhat more realistic answer than was my question.

I fumbled the top button through the buttonhole and looked at him. I didn't really like the look of triumph on his face, but did feel good when he said.

"That's good Tina, that's a good girl."

Fumbling the buttons undone one by one, strangely I did not feel embarrassed at him seeing my boobs inside the Janet Reger pale pink bra. that gave the DD cup mounds the support they need, but hid little as it was completely see through.

"Oh yes babe, they are gorgeous," he said staring intently at my bra covered breasts. 

I am proud of them and I felt good as he looked at them and complimented me on them. Looking right into my eyes as he closed the gap between us and without asking or any hesitation he slid his hands inside the cups and under my boobs. He scooped them out of the bra.

"Fuck me yes they're gorgeous," he said, pinching the nipples far too hard. That made me wince, but that did not deter him and, in fact he pinched them harder. "Lovely nipples Tina, want them sucked?"

I didn't reply.

"I asked you a question, slapper and I want an answer. Do you want me to suck your tits?"

I had never been asked quite such a degrading question, but for some reason I didn't mind as it seemed part of the 'ritual.'

"Well do you?"

My whole body was crying out for some form of sexual gratification, but I could not decide just what form that would take. I had never had such indecision before as with Robert and Gareth it generally took just one direction, full, penetrative sex. Now, though, that did not seem to be the only choice, but I could not make out for certain what else was on the menu. What I did know, however, was that my breasts were crying out for attention and my aching nipples were demanding to be sucked.

To my horror in some ways, I heard myself whispering. "Yes James I do."

"Then ask me to do it?"

"Suck my nipples please?"

"Louder." 

"Please suck my nipples," I said louder, trembling slightly at the way I so naturally did what he was telling me.

"You hold them and feed them to me," was his surprising reply.

I took a breast in each hand, lifted them a little and held them as he bent forward and sucked one into his mouth as he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger. 

He was, if there can be such a thing, a very aggressive tit sucker. Starting by firstly taking the actual nipple between his lips he sucked it hard and then as he heard me gasp with pain, he sucked the entire areola into his mouth. Once that was inside, he put his teeth round it and bit me.

"Christ James, stop."

"Why?"

"Because it hurts," I told him trying to pull my breasts away from his mouth.

"Well that's what you want isn't it?" he growled taking the other nipple and areola into his mouth. "Old frustrated tarts like you want a bit of pain, don't you. You've had everything else."

I could hardly believe that as he said that, I found myself beginning to agree with him. And that was with both wanting some pain and being a frustrated, old tart.

Somehow, I got used to his teeth biting into the flesh of my breasts and the pinkness of my areola. The pain, though sharp and intense, seemed to merge with my arousal. I began to tingle all over my body, I started to shudder a little, I became hot and, I realised, started to enjoy it and wanted more.

"Oh yes," I groaned my hands going round his neck and my fingers ruffling his long, dark, unkempt hair.

"See you like it don't you?"

I mumbled. "Yes, in a way I do James."

"Good, I'll stop then," he said shoving his hand roughly between my legs the side of it and his forefinger pressing right against my clit and pussy through my jeans. As he did that he gulped a large lump on the side of my left breast into his mouth and sucked on that as he rubbed me through my jeans. I knew that he would be making red marks on the soft fullness of each tit as he gave me, what as teenagers we called, love-bites.

"Undo my jeans, slut," he muttered, somehow seeming to know just what I needed and wanted.




Rough Trade



Moving a little away from him I looked down and saw that both of my breasts were covered in ugly looking suck marks. Even worse, there were several marks that were clearly made by teeth biting me around my areolae. 'Jesus, how will I hide those?' I wondered momentarily thanking my lucky stars that Robert had just left for the US on a ten-day trip. 

"Like them?" James asked.

"What?"

"The marks."

"I don't know, but remember I am married."

"If you are worried about that then you shouldn't fuck around with blokes like me should you?"

"No I guess not," I said, knowing full well I did not mean it.

I undid his belt and the brass button at the top of his fly. As I did that, he was squeezing and cupping my tits with one hand and rubbing me through my jeans with the other. There was little subtlety and no affection. This was raw, clinical, dirty and rather deviant sex. It was also just what I wanted and it was fucking marvellous. For some reason the lack of affection and kissing was a reassurance, it made what I was doing, being unfaithful to my husband easier to accept. 

"Take them off," he ordered.

I pushed his jeans down and was surprised that he was not wearing underpants. He was stunningly hard. His prick was about the same length as Robert's but much thicker; so much so that it scared me a little. He stood before me naked and not in the least bit embarrassed. I was still wearing my bra, albeit my breasts had been pulled out of it, and my jeans and heels. I have always found it hugely exciting to be partly or even fully dressed with a naked or near so lover, well at least with my husband and Gareth I had. 

"Hold it and stroke it," he said.

His prick was warm, it was sort of throbbing and was, I realised, only the third I had seen and touched in over twenty-five years. The sensation that ran from my hand seemingly straight to my clit and nipples were fantastic.

"I said stroke it you slut," he muttered as I simply held it and looked at it as if I was in awe of it, which to be truthful, I was. "Sorry," I muttered as James reached out and slapped my right tit quite hard. 

Lovingly, almost reverently I stroked his gorgeous prick with long, slow gentle movements.

"Mmmm that's good, that's very good. That's the thing with old birds like you Tina, you've done it all and you know what men want."

"Good," I breathed, my excitement reaching desperately high levels. I was, I knew, losing control of myself and recognised that was because he was taking control of me.

Gripping my hand he moved back and sat on the bed, his cock straining appealingly upwards along his flat, slightly hairy stomach. Pulling on my hands he growled. "Kneel down Tina."

I did and he put his hands into my hair and gripped my scalp.

My face was close to his phallus, which now took on a hugely strong appeal to me. I wanted it. He was uncircumcised and the stretched foreskin had slid half way down the purple, bulbous head that I saw was damp with his pre cum.

"Suck it," James muttered pulling my hair quite hard.

Tentatively, I licked the bulbous end of his cock. Now I was up so close to it I found it to be beautiful and so desirable. Holding it, I licked its length from where it slid into his scrotum right up to its tip. I did that several times as he pulled harder on my hair. The combination of the sheer sexual excitement of what I was doing to him, his nudity and the waves of pain that I got from him pulling on my hair were again like nothing I had experienced before.

I slid it between my lips and slowly moved my mouth down its long, hard, warm length until it was pressing against the back of my throat. I held it there for a few moments and then as slowly as I had gone down it, I brought my lips up until they were kissing the end of it again. I repeated that several times at the slow speed and then, as his hips began to move with the same rhythm, slightly faster. At the same time, I cupped his balls, stroked them, squeezed them gently and scratched that patch of skin between his scrotum and anus.

"Oh fuck yes, yes, you fucking, dirty bitch," he groaned pulling my hair even hard. That hurt, but it didn't matter for the pain merged with my arousal.

I was wondering how far I should go and how long he would take to cum. I almost smiled when I realised that I did not have to worry about him being able to recover quickly and that he would be able to cum several times in a short period, unlike my husband who was strictly a one time a session lover.

I was kneeling at his feet. I was holding his cock and licking and sucking it as I caressed his thighs and stomach, squeezed his balls and scratched between his legs, my finger going ever nearer to his anus. He was pulling my hair and moaning and groaning as his hips began to move to the same rhythm as I was sucking him. He gripped my head with both hands as he started to fuck my face with long deep thrusts.

I knew he was getting near and that scared me a little. Young bucks like him in the ad industry find getting laid so easy and, I reckoned with James that he was probably not too fussy on the gender of who he fucked. He had not offered to wear a condom and I hadn't the nerve to ask him to. In my newly liberated state that had come about in the last couple of hours, James had pushed my sexual boundaries almost past breaking, but there was one area where I was determined not to change, I would not risk getting HIV. Luckily he had other ideas than cumming in my mouth.

"You dirty, fucking old slag you've done me," he groaned, suddenly pulling his cock out, pumping it with his hand and adding. "I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face and those big tits. "Lift your face up."

In the circumstances, it seemed a perfectly natural thing for him to ask and me to do. I lifted my face and combined looking him in the eye with watching his hand pump his prick. 

Since I was a teenager I have enjoyed watching a man masturbate and that is something a little out of the ordinary that Robert and I do sometimes. I love to see the look in his eye as his orgasm approaches and I like watching his face as he cums. It was the same as I watched James and it was the same as his cock seemed to explode and his spunk shot through the air. One big splodge landed on my cheek and began to dribble down my face and that was followed by a stream that splattered across the tops of my tits. And one landed of all places right in the middle of the left lens of my glasses, which I then removed. 

As he was cumming he grabbed my hair, pulled that hard and let out a series of deep, almost animalistic grunts.

"Yes babe that was pretty fucking good" he said as he finished. "Old birds like you are good at that and tarts like you want our cum on them don't they?"

I didn't know how to answer so I stayed silent and let his cum drain down my face and tits. 

Apart from the times when Gareth and I fucked in his car I had not been in such a wanton position and loved it. Still with my bra on with my tits pulled out of it and wearing my jeans, panties and heels, with him naked and now lying back on the bed with his eyes closed and his spunk on my face and breasts made me feel wonderfully sordid. I realised that I loved it and wondered just what the fuck was happening to me.

"That was fucking brilliant Tina," James said without looking up or, as far as I could tell opening his eyes. 

"You enjoyed it?" I mumbled feeling a need both to please him and to hear him praise me.

"Yes, but not as much as I am going to when I fuck you."

The sheer vulgarity and lack of tenderness, I would have thought, should have put me off. In fact it was quite the opposite.

He got up and poured us glasses of wine. I was interested and pleased to see that although softer he was, by no means completely flaccid. He sat down again on the edge of the bed.

"Let me just go and clean this up," I said nodding at my spunk covered tits.

"No, leave it."

"No, I can't, I am covered."

"So, it's only my cum juice and in any case look at your fucking big tits and see the marks. Go and look in the mirror."

I was horrified at what I saw. Each breast was covered in fierce, red love bites and on my right one there were other marks that looked like the impression of his fingernails where he must have pinched the flesh. Intermingled with his 'trophy marks' there were splodges of his spunk that was starting to dry. Sipping yet another glass of wine and acknowledging that I was fairly, but not falling over, drunk I was again mesmerised at how the sheer sordidness of what I saw turned me on. I knew that I was sinking down a moral lift shaft and very rapidly. But I did not care. This was just a one off, wasn't it, I thought as quite brazenly I turned and looked at my young lover.

"Come here, you sexy old bitch," he said sitting on the edge of the bed. I saw that his dick was now horizontal to the floor and I felt excited that I was getting him hard so soon. Robert had always taken ages to get ready for the 'second half' and nowadays rarely even tried.

Both sipping our wine, I stood before him. He slipped his hand between my legs and pressed upwards onto my pussy lips and clit through the thick, blue denim. Feeling remarkably calm I just stood there and let my work partner caress my most womanly of places. Along with most other things that had happened in the last hour since we came into my bedroom, that was odd, but very exciting.

"Get on the bed," he ordered not removing his hand as I went to sit down.

"No kneel on all fours."

Still with my pale pink Janet Regar bra on, which was probably ruined due to his sperm being on it, and my jeans and heels I clambered inelegantly onto the bed and knelt as he asked.

"No put your head on your arms."

"How do you mean?"

He put his hand on my back and pushed me forward so that my head rested on my arms, my back sloped, my bum was in the air and my legs were bent at ninety degrees at my knees.

"Mmmmmm very nice," he murmured stroking my bum. "As well as your big tits Tina, you.ve got a great arse."

"Er, thank you, thanks James."

"And I simply love women's arses," he went on wriggling his way across the bed until he was behind me. 

Glancing behind me I saw that he was now as good as fully erect; he looked great. He knelt right behind me and gripped my hips, his fingers going round the top of my legs and pressing into my groins. Pressing himself against my bum and moulding his body round mine, his hands came round my body and he cupped my tits. He squeezed them, probably a little too hard, and pulled my rock-hard nipples as he ground his erection against my bum. Although the denim of the jeans restricted the sensation on my bum, the combination of that, his hands on my tits, his chest against my back and the sheer rudeness of the situation sent powerful surges of arousal through me.

I knew now that I was gone. I had no will power left to resist this fascinating, but rather frightening young man. He had stripped away my defences against such overt advances and by so doing he had caused me to lose all of my typical inhibitions. I knew that I was under his spell and control and that I was his to do with as he wished. The realisation came as a quite a shock, I had not felt that way before and a little shudder went through me when I wondered if this was a sign of the future.

His hands slid down my front, he fumbled the button on my jeans undone and struggled my zip down. The idea of showing any resistance did not even enter my head, it seemed the logical thing for him to do. He fiddled his hand inside my jeans and onto the front of my panties, but my bent up position prevented him doing more. He quickly overcame that difficulty. Straightening my body up, partly by pulling on my shoulder and partly by yanking on my hair he shoved his hand unceremoniously into my panties, across my pubic patch and onto the sodden wetness of my pussy. Sliding off the bed he stood beside it as he rubbed me.

"You have been fuckingwell enjoying yourself haven't you? Christ Tina you really are under that sodding veneer a right old slapper aren't you?"

I didn't reply but simply enjoyed what his fingers were doing.

"I asked you a fucking question Tina," he said his voice going cold as he slapped my pussy quite hard."

"Aren't you? "

"What?"

"A fucking old slapper."

I didn't like saying it, but I could hardly disagree. "Yes James, I am."

Without another word, he pulled my jeans down to mid-thigh. 

"What the fuck do we have here?" He asked looking at my flimsy thong that matched my ruined bra.

Pulling the pale pink, lacy, Janet Reger thong down to my knees he pointed up the bed. Restricted by the jeans and panties round my thighs I waddled awkwardly towards the pillows assuming that he would make me lie down; the idea of being in his arms was actually quite appealing. Suddenly he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back to the edge of the bed toward him. My bottom smacked against his erection, which somehow he managed to fiddle between the cheeks of my bum.

"Mmmm that's fucking lovely," he groaned as his hands squeezed my tits and rubbed my pussy while he pushed his cock up and down the length of my bum crease. "Nice Tina?"

"Yes James," I croaked truthfully as I enjoyed the range of sensations he was giving me.

In response he pushed forward saying. "Get down like you were before with that fucking gorgeous arse sticking up."

Even had I wanted to object, which I didn't, his hands on my back and neck pushing me forward would have prevented that.

Again I was kneeling with my head on my arms, my body bent in the middle and my bum and now my bare pussy in the air.

"Oh yes Tina you have a lovely cunt," he said quietly and quite gently as he ran his fingers along the glistening pink lips that were throbbing with sensations. 

Then without warning, though none was really needed, he pushed what must have been three or four fingers up me; they were certainly the dimension of a fair sized cock. Their entry into my body as they surged up my pussy, took my breath away and made me grunt. And when he started pushing them in and out with deep, long thrusts, I could not stop a deep moan escaping from my mouth. At the same time, I grabbed his other hand that was squeezing my tits and pushed that even more firmly against my boobs. I wanted to urge every bit of feeling from what he was doing.

Amazingly, considering how this had started in the restaurant, we were so in sync with each other that as he continued his rhythm with his pumping fingers I began rocking my hips in time with his movement. Quickly, as he finger fucked me and as I fucked his hand so I started to cum. It did not take long until I was absolutely overwhelmed by a massive orgasm. I was having convulsions, my entire body was alive and every part of me felt on fire. I was sobbing and crying, groaning, grunting and moaning and trying to wring every last ounce of pleasure from this incredible situation. My legs gave way and I fell forward to lie on my front, but his finger stayed in me although they were pumping more slowly as I rode them to a truly awesome climax. 

I have no idea how long I lay there as the massive orgasm subsided and my mind and body got somewhat back to normal. Although, as the thumping in my body subsided and the shaking and tremors stopped, I suddenly realised that what had been sexually normal for me in the past, would probably never be that again in the future.

He kept his fingers in me all the time I lay there and that, to my surprise and to an extent alarm, sent occasional spasms of sexual desire through me. My body wanted and my mind demanded more. Thankfully, for I may well have asked him for more, I did not have to wait long.

His hands again were on my hips.

"Can I undress now Robert?" I asked feeling awkward still being in my jeans and underwear. "And perhaps have a shower?"

"No you fuckingwell can't. Stay just as you are. You're an old slut. You act like one and I want you looking like one," he grunted.

Again he was demonstrating the control he had over me. But now, I recognised, he was doing other things as well that aroused me. Of course, he had been doing them since we had been at dinner, but I had not realised just what he was doing nor what satisfaction arousal, excitement or whatever was the correct term, I was getting from it. Going hand in hand with him dominating me, was the way that he humiliated, abused and demeaned me; I suppose they are natural bedfellows really. As I lie there partially clothed, with my breasts pulled out of my bra, my knickers and jeans round my knees, his cum drying on my face and tits and his fingers buried in me, I had to acknowledge that he had found something that must have lain dormant in me for so long and he was now exploiting that. And more to the point it was what I wanted and needed and I was enjoying it!

"So Tina," he said wiggling his fingers in my pussy sending delicious sensations through me. "We've come a long way haven't we?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well it was only an hour or so ago that you wouldn't let me see your tits. And now look at you, you've got yer tits out and I've got four fingers up your cunt."

I didn't reply, for there was nothing I could say, but he was not having such passive resistance.

"Haven't we? Answer me cunt."

"Yea, yes James we have," I whimpered.

"And you want more don't you?"

He was standing beside the bed as he pulled on my hips pulling me towards him and lifting me back into the kneeling position I had been in most of the time I had been on the bed. I was feeling in desperate need for him to fuck me. I had not experienced quite such a strong need for sex for many years

"Yes, I do."

"So what more do you want Tina?"

"I don't know," I answered avoiding the real issue.

"Don't lie to me slut, you know full well what you want," he said pumping his fingers a few times making me grunt with pleasure. "Tell me, tell me now."

"What James?" I asked hating myself for not being able to avoid squirming against the surrogate cock he was slipping up and down me.

"Tell me what you want, don't fuck about, just tell me."

"Have sex with me," was the rather inane words that slipped out of my mouth.

"What the fuck's that mean and what the fuck do you think I am doing with my hand up your cunt?"

"Sorry."

"Then tell me now."

"I want you to fuck me James."

"That's better. What do you want me to fuck you with?" He asked as I felt his mouth on the cheeks of my bum, sucking and biting them.

"Your cock James."

"So slut where do you want my cock?"

"In me," I groaned half loving and half loathing this mental torture and verbal humiliation.

"Of course in you, you stupid, fucking tart, in where?"

"In my pussy."

"Don't be so vanilla" he growled sucking and biting my inner thigh. "Say where you really want it."

"In my cunt James, I want your cock in my cunt," I groaned feeling part terrible and part exhilarated by what he was making me say.

Without removing his fingers, he manhandled me so I was on my back. Leaning forward, he kissed, sucked and bit, fortunately not too hard, the soft, pliant flesh of my breasts before moving his face further downwards onto my stomach. He repeated his oral manoeuvres on the space between my navel and my landing strip of tawny pubic hairs. All the time he was pumping his four fingers slowly in and out of me. I had my eyes closed as I was near to cumming when he said.

"Ok so you want this do you?" 

I opened my eyes and saw that he was holding his cock and sort of brandishing it at me.

"Yes."

"Beg me."

"Please, please James let me have it."

"More," he said lifting first one and then the other of my legs up and pressing them against my chest squashing my tits. "Beg me."




Rough Trade



I was getting pleasure and excitement from both the physical and emotional stimulation he as giving me.

"Please, please James, I beg you to fuck me."

, 

I was on my back with my legs pressing against my chest and with my panties and jeans bundled round my ankles. He was standing between my feet till holding his cock in one hand and finger fucking me with the fingers on the other hand. I couldn't really see what he was doing or what was going on down there. So I felt rather than saw him rub the bulbous end of his large cock along my lips. My body readied itself to receive him. After all the stimulation of the past two hours I wanted him so badly.

"Oh yes, yes James," I groaned my eyes tightly closed and my head rolling slowly from side to side. 

He slapped the lips of my pussy several times with his cock before pressing the end of it right against my clit, which felt lovely. He then ran it slowly down the crease between my lips, going just slightly inside. But this time he didn't stop. Also he didn't plunge it into me as I expected and equally he did not slide back up to my clit. No this time carried on going so that he pressed the end of it right against my anal hole. He pressed and I panicked. 

I have had anal sex a few times, but not since my affair ended, Robert is not into such 'dirty' stuff. I was scared. When Gareth had fucked me there some six years it had hurt and although I enjoyed it, I had not had the desire to repeat it.

"No," I groaned. "Please not there."

In reply he slapped my tits and said. "Shut up cunt it's your arse I want and it's that I am going to have."

He pressed and it went in a little way. It hurt.

"Please James, please stop, not there."

He smacked my other breast and growled. "I told you to shut up Tina. You're far too mouthy. You know you want it."

He pushed and it slid in a little more so that the thickest part of the end of his cock was in me stretching my lips to a level they had only been when I gave birth. The pain was bad. I moaned and grunted.

"No, no, no."

"Shut up, it's yes, yes. You'll love it when I get the fucking thing all the way up that lovely arse."

"I won't James, I can't take it, you are too big."

"Listen you old slapper. Just two hours ago you wouldn't even let me see your tits, now you've got them out, you've sucked my cock had my spunk all over your face and tits and have let me finger fuck you. Every time you have said no, but have meant yes and it will be the same with me fucking your arse."

And with that he thrust his hips forward sending his cock soaring up my back passage. I almost screamed with the stretching, tearing pain as he made that part of my body move in the opposite direction to what it is intended. Holding himself still, I realised that he did know what he was doing. He cupped and squeezed my tits, but did nothing more with his cock as my bottom and insides became used to its visitor. And become used to it they did for slowly the pain subsided and my bum and entire lower regions were filled with a delightful warmth and a lovely tingling sensation. He must have noticed that I was in less of trauma.

"See I told" he said stroking my boobs and starting to move in and out of me nice and slowly. "Ok now?"

"Yes I am."

"Hold my balls," he said grabbing my hand and placing it on his scrotum. 

I always like holding a man's bollocks and rolling them around in my hand. His felt good and those sensations combined delightfully with the feelings I was getting as he slowly shagged my arse. At the same time he had one hand on my breasts and was squeezing them and pinching my nipples whilst he was pressing on my clit with his thumb on the other. As he gradually increased the pace of his movement so he pushed his four other fingers up me. 

It was a truly amazing scene. What with my still partially clothed state, his now dried sperm on my breasts, his cock up my arse, my hand on his balls and him stroking my tits and finger fucking me it was as a wanton and lewd sight as there could be. It was no surprise to me that I started to cum very quickly, but I was surprised when he grunted.

"Fuck it I'm cumming."

I know that I should have done something about protection, but like a stupid teenager I was too far gone to worry. So as my orgasm tore through my mind and body I lost all sense of perspective and revelled in the deep grunts James was making as he shot his load into me.

He fell on top of me and instinctively I cuddled him. He kissed me. 

"That was amazing Tina, your are fucking brilliant," he sighed holding me tightly.

We lay there with him between my opened legs for some time, my jeans had somehow come off and my thong was round just one of my ankles. He did not say much more, but he seemed to be different.

"Let me go and clean up," I whispered into his ear.

"Sure go on."

I was shocked when I had removed my ruined bra and panties and looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts, tummy and thighs were covered in ugly looking red marks. Turning I saw that my bottom was similarly marked. The sight excited me, but also worried me and I made a mental note to google how long they would take to go down, thanking my lucky stars that Robert was away.

After showering and returning to the bedroom, I saw that James was in the bed.

"May I stay the night Tina, please?"

I was not too sure about that, but the idea of being held and cuddled and maybe having sex again was quite appealing so I agreed.

"Let me grab a quick shower then."

Warm, and smelling lovely after showering James held me and we kissed deep and long.

"Did you enjoy it Tina?"

"Yes, James, I did."

"Have you done anything like that before?"

"No never."

"Would you do it again?"

Pulling the sheet down and showing him my marked breasts I replied. "Not when my husband is around."

He smiled. "Sorry about that, I will be more careful if he is."

We both woke at the same time, six thirty I saw on the clock. I was still in his arms and excitingly I felt his cock against me. He was stunningly hard. He pushed it against me and whispered. "Yes Tina?"

"Mmmmm please James."

We made wonderful and lengthy love with him giving me some beautiful oral before rolling on top of me and having me in the missionary position. He made me cum twice before considerately telling me that he was near and asking if he should pull out. I told him not too and we climaxed powerfully in each other's arms.

As his softening penis slid out of while I lay in his arms with his head on my shoulder I was amazed to hear him whisper in my ear.

"Tina, I think I am in love with you."



Rough Trade at the Rainbow



A welcome relief from two months of the yawning black of deep space, the magical colours of the Rainbow nebula filled the upper deck porthole of Carlo's sleek black freighter. He was still far too far away to see the Rainbow itself but the signal from the hotel's deep space beacon was unfaltering on the deck's instrument panel. The signal faithfully guided the truck in like a benign tractor beam, pulling Carlo towards much craved human contact and luxurious five-star comfort.

Carlo knew the big station would be within visual range in a few hours and he'd commence his final approach for docking a few hours after that. He couldn't wait to get his feet on 'dry land' though. He had the service 'bot pull up his reservation details and transmit his projected arrival time to the check-in desk. He tingled with anticipation when a moment or so later, the confirmation pinged back along with the coordinates of his parking point and room number. 

The truck streaked through the void like a vast black eel jetting through the lightless depths of an icy ocean. The silence and precision of its passing belied the furious reactions that raged within its A-matter drive. Complex technology hauled the enormous armoured freighter along at cataclysmic speeds.

Standing on the deck with his arms folded on his chest, Carlo watched the colours of the nebula brighten as it drew closer. Though he reckoned there were still six hours or so before mooring, as if it his preparation would speed his arrival he decided to make himself presentable for human company. Leaving the deck, he walked towards his room. 

Carlo already knew what he wanted to wear -- 20th century motorbike leathers. He loved to swagger menacingly up to the door of Bar Spectrum, clothed in the heavy studded jacket, big steel-capped boots and shiny black trousers. He undressed and appraised his naked body in the mirror beside his bed. 

He was still young at thirty eight, a bloody good eighty or ninety years left in him yet or so claimed the GP at his last annual check-up. His broad tanned six foot four frame reflected solidly back at him. Fierce blue eyes beamed intensity from beneath the mass of blonde ringlets that drove women and boys alike to spontaneous divestment. He hadn't shaved in a while and traces of a reddish-brown streaked his face and chest. 

Corded muscle straddled and girdled his powerful frame and more reddish brown curls amassed between his legs as if crowding about the celebrity presence of his enormous penis as it slept nestled on his scrotal sack between his plum-sized balls. His voluminous foreskin comfortably concealed his shapely purple glans. There was no doubting Carlo was an impressive specimen though he himself could never really see it.

After donning white boxer-shorts, a black T-shirt and his beloved leathers, he left his boots by the door to his room and headed on black-socked feet back to the deck for coffee and an apple doughnut, enjoying the tickle of the clean silk on his perineum as he walked. 

Standing on deck in the kitchenette alcove, he rubbed his hands together eagerly as the coffee grinder's harsh grumble drowned out the quiet hum of the instruments and atmosphere control. The fragrance of jinovian coffee filled the air. Carlo sniffed the beloved aroma with reverence. Divine-tasting and exceedingly high in caffeine and traces of other rare stimulants, the beloved beans contained the essence of Carlo's favourite drink.

Jinovia was a mysterious planet and one that was close to Carlo's heart. Every shot of espresso blasted from the workings of his antique machine brought nostalgic memories of the time he had spent on the planet years ago before he'd met Gregg. 

He loved to coast through daydreams of the vastly varying terrain he had explored on the mystical world. In his mind, he floated over the countless miles of picture-postcard beaches on the coasts of the main continent. He fondly glided inland above acres of dreamy lush rain-forest, beautiful resorts hidden beneath the enormous spreading canopies.

He'd flown a rented craft over the stark icy mountain-ranges bounded by snowy foothills and vast impassable reaches of frozen tundra on the permanent dark side of the planet. He'd been moved by the stark un-inhabitability of the landscape in the wind-whipped gloom beneath him, an eternal winter locked in by a never-ending night. How it had contrasted with the light side! Finally, his memory would alight fondly on the jinovian ghosts themselves.

Jinovia's rare horizontal axis had allowed these remarkable creatures to evolve. Bathed in perpetual warm daylight near the sub-tropical landmass close to the equator where eternal daylight met ever-lasting night, the distant ancestors of the water ghosts had harnessed the water around them to strange and spectacular effect.

A single jinovian ghost consisted of a massive chain of identifiably distinct microbes, operating as a single life-form. Each complex unit manipulated a body of water and used it to form a larger body-mass. The water-ghosts could change a dog-sized mass of water to ice, liquid or steam or any combination of the three in a split second, appearing as spectres of steam, creaking columns of ice or eerily disembodied masses of water flowing over the ground leaving no moisture to mark their passage.

The microbes fed carnivorously on any life-form they were able to envelop and digest. Their energy requirements were exceedingly high and they were voracious and opportunistic feeders.

Carlo had seen footage that dated back to the planet's first settlement almost a million years ago from the planet's archives -- the awful water mask, the desperately clawing hands, the weakening struggles, the last few ghastly twitches, the time-lapse sequence showing the grizzly absorption of the flesh over hours and finally the sated ghost pouring itself away into the forest, thousands of engorged pink oily beads of stored energy clearly visible throughout the aqueous form. Nothing like welcoming the tourists, had been his only sober thought at the time. These days, human fatalities were a thing of the past -- humans knew the creatures better now -- and in the last millennium, the two species had begun to trade. 

The creatures could be trained to apply their unique mastery of water to human flesh. Massage therapy across the galaxy had been revolutionised by the training of the water-ghosts and the jinovian spas were unequalled galaxy-wide. But the inevitably spin-off from the spas was what interested Carlo most in the jinovian water ghosts.

Many a time, Carlo had indulged himself in the jinovian brothels. If you knew the right people -- and Carlo did -- you would leave your resort whenever you felt the urge and make your way to a nondescript alleyway in one of the small towns set among the trees. There would be an ordinary looking door with a curling symbol near the bottom. If you knew no differently, you'd think it was just a scratch on the aging woodwork but if you were wiser, your pulse would quicken with excitement and you would hastily knock. 

The door would swing open and a human attendant would greet you. You would be wordlessly ushered to the reception desk where the receptionist would take your money and your audio-visual preferences. You would follow the gesture of the receptionist down a hall to one of the numerous adjoining white tiled room dimly lit in black light and pink and you would go in, shut the door, sit on the bed provided and eagerly strip off. You would then lie on your back, tossing your clothing in a corner. Your video would begin on the ceiling and your cock would be hard with anticipation.

One or two fragrant, steamy spectres would quickly materialise beside your bed, pouring from the aquarium built discretely beneath the mattress. The ghosts would thicken into balls of water and move on to the bed, one swirling about your ankles, another on your chest in a delightful mixture of warm steam, warm water and tiny crystals of ice, forming and sublimating as they touched your skin. 

Up your legs would come one of them, cleaning and massaging you. It would teasingly skirt your pelvic region just as it touched your inner thighs, washing innocently up your trunk and around your arms and shoulders, joining its colleague to lick your neck with lukewarm wet tongues and tease down your arms and fingers with warm water and cool mist. Minute icy teeth would nibble tantalisingly at your hardening nipples and warm them again instantly with caressing tongues of moist heat.

Then you would be hard and they would move down your body, nestling between your legs with a thousand warm tongues and gentle teeth of spray. Your inner thighs and your perineum would be lapped and your anus clawed at gently and wetly. Your cock would be twitching with pleasure but you wouldn't move your hands to stroke it because you'd know patience would bring greater pleasure than you could ever give yourself. 

You would be looking up at the porn playing on the screen on the ceiling, Two cocks, dripping with pre-cum with their pulsing heads being rubbed over one-another, a shapely glans forcing its way into a clean pink anus or between two toned hairless thighs and pumping furiously until it emerged dripping white semen, some gorgeous shaven balls being expertly sucked and licked by an elegantly moustached mouth as a beating hand wavered at the top of the screen, another hand jerking furiously at an erect shaft until cum squirted and the hand slowed. Your eyes would take it all in while you lay back on the bed imagining the miasma of aqua-erotica caressing your body, to be the hands and lips and sensuously curling tongues of the human fuck-slaves on the screen above you.

Now the ghosts would envelope your balls, caressing and sucking them with a thousand tiny whirlpools. A silvery finger would coalesce gently inside your arsehole, growing thicker as it felt your sphincter relax, stroking your prostate as the rest of the moist pleasure moved up your shaft. If you had not cum by the time your glans was enveloped, you would be rewarded with yet more ecstasy as now your balls, your perineum and your entire shaft would be enveloped by the mischievous life-form, it's water-spout finger still gently drilling your arse.

It would agitate and manipulate your cock, jerking-come-sucking you off exquisitely, anticipating your state of arousal immaculately. You would soon groan and shoot your load into the glittering miasma enveloping your genitals. The ghosts would milk you down then sensuously recede, back down your legs and your ankles, tickling your feet as they slid away off the bed and over the ground leaving no trace of cum on your cock or moisture on your body -- glad of the protein morsel no doubt. If you turned over, they would return and treat you to a relaxing massage.

Standing on the deck holding his espresso, Carlo realised his reminiscing had given him wood. He sipped his coffee and gripped the hot bulge in his trousers, squeezing and rubbing it speculatively.

He thought of Gregg, down-to-earth sensible Gregg. Gregg had a sensible well-paid job unlike Carlo's highly illegal and stupidly lucrative one. The two were inseparable despite Gregg's constant nagging at Carlo to go straight -- something Carlo always pointed out would spell disaster for the relationship to which Gregg inevitably responded by slapping him playfully on the arse and screwing up his face in mock exasperation. 

Gregg was away on business at the other end of the galaxy now and they wouldn't meet again for several months. Either of them might accidentally trade bodily fluids with some tarty morsel but it was an old and tried arrangement. They were only human after all. Even as he contemplated the imminent visit to Spectrum and the indecent diversions, he would no doubt feel obliged to indulge in, he missed Gregg.

He was soft again now and he headed to his study to read while he waited the last hours until docking.

***

A hulking upholstered frame approached the dark entrance of Bar Spectrum on the Rainbow station. It stopped as it was accosted by two enormous tattooed doormen, black-clad with shaven heads, their shiny domes glowing blue in the black light flowing from the entrance.

"Well, look who it is! Hello Stranger," trilled one of the enormous doorman holding out his arm in mock threat as Carlo approached.

"Hey Tony, see that?" Carlo flipped the bird at the muscular mountain of twittering campery, his voice was deep and gruff. "Fuck you Tony. Talk to the hand you fuckin' pussy." 

Carlo barged through the playfully extended arm, disappearing through the purple UV glow of the doorway poorly disguising his playful grin. It felt good to be here again. Tony's high-pitched giggling bubbled away for minutes after Carlo had gone. 

The other doorman sighed. "Get real Tone. How many fuckin' years has it been since he let you jerk him off on the dance floor?"

"You know what Damon? Huh? You know what?"

"What Tone?" The other's voice was bored.

"Go fuck yourself!" Tony giggled at his razor-sharp wit. 

Now concealed in the shadows of the doorway, Carlo headed down a short dim corridor, checked his jacket at the counter then walked through the doorway to the enormous bar. He took in the first delicious morsels of eye-candy as he skirted the dance floor looking for a table. Half the bar was illuminated through a massive wall porthole through which the bright glow of the nebula poured. He thought of his voice at the door and how it had sounded weird after months of silence.

Being on a station, there was no real busy or quiet hour in Bar Spectrum. Crowds ebbed and flowed randomly. The service shifts rotated endlessly, a never-ending slutty selection of nubile young monkeys, lunch clearly on display in regulation G-strings for your viewing pleasure, getting you hard to take your mind of the price of your poison. 

The pretty boys were paid little cash and big prestige for working here. You could get a job anywhere if you'd done your time at Spectrum. All it took was a hot body, a shapely bulge, a nice arse and the ability to make and serve drinks and flirt with patrons continuously for seven demanding hours. There was an endless supply of those young and eager enough and a constant demand for the drugs that kept them smiling as they worked.

Sitting at his table as his candle was lit, Carlo perused the drinks menu, holding the laminated card in one hand and cupping the appealing bulge in his waiter, Kevin's G-string gently in the other.

"Will you be dining with us tonight Sir?" droned Kevin.

"I don't know," said Carlo. "Depends what's on the menu really." Original, yes, original and its arse. But cheap sleaze was so blissfully indulgent.

He plugged his chip into the slot on the table and the service 'bot hovering beside Kevin's head turned its display away form Carlo so that only Kevin could see it. Carlo saw the glow of the display light Kevin's eyes as something appeared on it then suddenly Kevin's smile un-glued itself from his face took on human life. Carlo felt action down below too. Amazing what money and a reputation could do.

The monkey was chattering excitedly now, "Mr Sorelli, do you need a few more moments to look at the menu? Would you like a private booth for the evening -- on the house of course -- and can I interest you in some of our premier services this evening?" He winked emphatically when he said services.

The gorgeous wee thing had wood now, oh yes he had wood alright. Carlo stroked the impressive bulge idly as he continued to search the menu for something to drink. He traced the hard lump to the top of the G-string where its fat tip peeked over the tight elastic.

"No thanks to the booth for now. I haven't spoken with a human in months ok?"

"That's no problem Mr Sorelli sir, if you'd still like the private booth we can arrange some..." 

"No it's ok alright," said Carlo firmly. "No booth," he added to clarify. "Maybe we'll talk about the servicing, er, did I say servicing? I'm sorry, I meant services, later. For now, get me one of these will you?" Carlo pointed to the menu. He felt negative action down below but the smile kept twitching hopefully.

Off went little Kevy to fetch Carlo's drink, back-pussy wagging enticingly behind him as he headed for the bar. Carlo played with the menu and surveyed the meat-market with the practiced eye of a terran cruise shark. He was not disappointed with the offing though one in particular caught his fancy.

Wearing the unmistakeable copper complexion of a jinovian, an elegantly dressed man, Carlo guessed in his late twenties sat at a table on the other side of the glittering dance floor. He was looking at Carlo. Target located! Tracking enabled. Requesting re-entry vector -- applying courage in holding pattern (that meant drinks). Fluff bounced chirpily back in a trice with a full glass. Carlo downed it and repeated the procedure a few more times.

The man had dark hair plastered to his shapely head. The gelled hair glinted silver and gold when it caught the light. Dark liquid eyes peered across the room at Carlo from a face radiating gentleness and a hint of mischief. Teasing little bitch! 

Carlo wasn't a fan of cosmetics but the rest of this one made up for it. What with monkey boy fussing over him the excitement of being here and now this, Carlo was beginning to feel his own blood supply divert to his nether-brain. Gregg had fled to that warm and delightfully convenient little hideaway somewhere in Carlo's brain that was always just a tiny bit too hard to find in these situations. 

He spotted a beaten up looking adolescent jerking about fecklessly on the dance floor and leaving the table -- nobody could pull his chip, it was finger-print locked, besides, he suspected his credentials made the table unofficially exclusively his for as long as he wanted it anyway -- he zeroed in.

The hapless adolescent's eyes widened in delight when Carlo stepped in front of him and took him by the shoulders. They began to move and Carlo manoeuvred in a certain direction, their bodies inappropriately close as they went. Carlo could smell alcohol and vomit on the young man's breath. He felt the other's hard cock against his thighs and a tentative little hand began to explore his groin.

Carlo stole a glance over at his glitzy hair-gelled objective. Yes! He was watching. There was no mistaking it now and Carlo was close enough to get a better look at him too. The man was wearing a very slick black suit, elegant shoes and the hint of a sliver chain glinted on his neck. 

Can't be helped thought Carlo. The jinovian men all wore jewellery. The nakedness beneath the clothing looked promising, the bulges on the upper body were in all the right places. He had a bad angle for a proper groin-scan but imagining what swung beneath was half the excitement.

Carlo turned slowly back to his dance partner. The two were shuffling about slowly now. Puke boy's hand had located his dick now and was massaging inexpertly, well, not quite inexpertly, it was working. Carlo let him fiddle away but declined the invitation when the youngster turned his face up to Carlo's inviting him to devour his dry sick-encrusted lips. A junky, thought Carlo. Evasive action.

Carlo at first gently tried to disengage from the other but a desperate hand tightened on his T-shirt, He firmly prized the hot bony fingers from his clothing and pushed the little wreck away. He headed for his table, his erection tenting a little in his trousers. Steeling a glance at his quarry as he went, he was dismayed to see the other looking away and apparently talking to someone at the next table, Carlo couldn't get a decent look at the person at the other table without obviously craning his neck. The other looked big though.

Fluff flitted up with another drink and more squeaking and as Carlo raised the glass to his mouth, he saw his toxicity sniffer flashing amber. Touching a finger to the flashing gem, he turned the discrete sniffer back into an ordinary looking thumb ring and glanced at his wrist-watch. 




Rough Trade at the Rainbow



Saffroleine. Why would anyone bother to dope his drink with a harmless neural enhancer? True, the additional stimulus did increase one's sensitivity to touch and whatnot but not that much, hardly a great gag to spike your drink with it. You wouldn't act amusingly crazy or anything. Oh well, whatever rang someone's bell Carlo thought.

Presently, Carlo noticed two women looking at him across the dance floor. Terrans by the looks. Back-packers no doubt on the great galactic experience, seeing what they could see on their trip of a life time from the mother-world of humankind, ironically isolated at the other end of the galaxy, away from the all the action not to mention all the jobs.

Inadvertently, Carlo locked gazes with one of the two girls for just a bit too long and his knockout looks betrayed him. The tiny shoal detached from their seats and giggled drunkenly over his way, falling into two of the other seats at his table, baring lipstick smeared teeth through broad booze-enhanced grins. Have seat, thought Carlo, irritated.

"Hello," said one of them boldly and when Carlo said nothing, she was stuck for words and the two of them collapsed into fits of giggles.

"Hello," returned Carlo politely after a long pause. No sense in being awful to the hapless little creatures.

Then he saw the jinovian looking over at him. Perfect timing. He looked straight at glitter-boy and affected a pained expression, mouthing the words, "Help!"

It worked. The fish were oblivious to the silent exchange and kept babbling away. Carlo nodded and smiled along with and from the corner of his eye, he saw Dick On Wheels get up and approach his table after a word in Fluff's ear as he skirted the dance floor.

The jinovian arrived simultaneously with Fluff and two drinks. Spectrum was getting loud now so Carlo said nothing and wordlessly pulled out the other seat and offered it to the dark clad stranger. Fluff set the drinks down and looked a little peeved at the presence of the jinovian, ruining his dreams of a sugar-daddy no doubt.

"I'm Derek," said Sex God Up Close.

"Carlo," said Carlo extending his hand.

Derek took Carlo's hand, and did not let it go after he'd shaken it. "A pleasure." He winked and began to stroke the back of Carlo's hand.

"Tell me," said Carlo, "Is it true what they say about jinovians?"

"What do they say about jinovians?"

"Oh you know, you can make people feel things."

"Sounds like a fairy story to me," remarked Kevin, tickling Carlo's palm.

"Well, it's a story," said Carlo licking his lips. "And I'm a fairy telling it so your theory holds up so far."

"The question is," said the other pouting sensuously, "Are you good fairy or are you bad fairy?"

Carlo feigned resignation. "Oh, I have a feeling I'll turn the dark side anytime soon," he sighed sadly.

Derek leaned over so his face was near Carlo's ear, strong finger-tips massaging Carlo's palm. Carlo put a hand on the other's thigh and started working his way up. Suddenly, Fluff appeared desperately chattering, smile almost breaking his face in half. With his free hand, Carlo cupped the bulge in the waiter's G-string and turned his face to address him.

"Charge me a hundred thousand dollars ok?" The boy nodded and Carlo continued. "And let these two have whatever they want, drinks, food, rooms, anything until it's all gone. You'd better warn them when the party's nearly over. Oh, and take ten thousand for yourself."

Simultaneously disappointed at losing a lifetime spent with his new Soul-bank and pleased at having received a month's salary worth of tip, the pretty young thing wrung up the money and left them alone again.

Derek was whispering now, one hand still holding Carlo's and the other touching the hard bulge in his trousers. Carlo pushed his hand up the other's thigh and was exhilarated to discover rock-hard wood. He grabbed and fondled it, feeling the shape of a big round glans at the head of thick shaft that throbbed as he gripped it through the thin fabric of Derek's suit trousers.

"What say," Derek breathed into Carlo's ear, "what say you take me to your room and I show you the reality of jinovian nervous superimposition? Huh?"

Wordlessly, Carlo interrupted the giggling chicks and tapped the display on the edge of the table to indicate the gift he'd bestowed upon them. The last thing he saw as he lead Derek away from the table were two sets of moon-shaped eyes radiating confused gratitude.

***

A few minutes later, the door slid closed behind the two and they found themselves in the privacy of Carlo's room. Carlo's case lay on the wrack and he noticed Derek didn't blink at the plush decor or the breathtaking view of the nebula through the enormous glass wall.

A solar flare ignited far off in the nebula bathing the room in multi-coloured radiance. Down in spectrum, the newer patrons would be crowding to the porthole to get a good look at the exciting spectacle. But Carlo and Derek barely registered it as they sucked and bit each others' lips and tongues.

Derek tasted of the sugary beverage he'd left half a glass of on Carlo's table back in the bar. Carlo felt the other man's body through his suit. Derek was firm and muscular. He was not as large as Carlo though his frame was wiry and easily as powerful.

Carlo ground his groin against Derek's thigh urgently as they kissed and Derek's hands kneaded fistful after fistful of Carlo's firm buttocks, the pinching pain exciting Carlo and inexplicably making his own hands tingle as if resonating with the pleasure Derek felt as he groped the pert muscular cheeks. Carlo felt his underwear moistening with pre-cum. He reached down and fumbled with Derek's belt and suddenly the two were frantically tearing at each other's clothes. 

Carlo felt strangely excited. He was almost painfully aroused, the blood throbbing in his cock and his balls tightly constricted. The fabric of his boxers felt odd against his erect cock, as if the soft garment had suddenly shrunk a size.

Derek's suit trousers fell to the floor revealing his coppery toned legs, blue boxers covering the tops of his thighs, and the purple glans of his bulging erection, peeking through the loose elastic at his waist. His cock head glistened with pre-ejaculatory fluid and twitched and strained at the fabric imprisoning it.

Carlo put his arms up to allow Derek to pull off his T-shirt. He fumbled briefly with his own trousers and ripped them down together with his boxers. Derek also tore off his boxers and Carlo saw his pubic region was completely free of hair, his thick hard-on rising almost straight up from a velvety-smooth engorged ball-sack and impeccably depilated coppery flesh. The head of his dick was soaked with pre-cum, the purple flesh and bright red piss-hole contrasted deliciously with the brown skin of his shaft. Derek was circumcised.

Carlo gripped Derek's slick shaft and shoved his glans against the other man's, rubbing their dribbling pricks together, drawing his foreskin up and down his own cock as he did so, each stroke bringing a tremor of ticklish ecstasy. His other hand reached for Derek's buttocks and Derek leaned over and licked Carlo's neck and face. Both men groaned in pleasure with each new touch.

"I want to taste your cock ok? I want my fingers in that gorgeous nest. Fuck, I want to fucking eat you alive!" Derek was panting. His voice was deep and resonant, almost an angry growl. He took Carlo's shoulders and began licking his chest and sucking and biting his nipples.

Carlo realized he had hardly heard the other speak. The surprising baritone reverberated through his body all the way to the tip of his cock. Derek was squatting in front of Carlo now, craning his neck to take Carlo's balls in his mouth. He sucked and licked the hair-covered sack, gripping handfuls of Carlo's red curling puberty and playing with his arsehole, gently caressing the tight sphincter and occasionally digging a finger straight in, penetrating Carlo's body. 

Holding Carlo's large prick in one hand, Derek's other went to his own member and looking down, Carlo could see he was pinching and rubbing his glans and spreading pre-cum down the front of his cock. The sight of Derek angrily devouring his genitalia brought him close to orgasm but he needed more to take him over the edge.

"I want to fuck your face," wheezed Carlo. "Open your throat for me, take it all the way down, keep it open. Fuck yes! That's it! Hold it open for me. Oh Christ...," he was engulfed in pleasure and his voice stuck in his throat as he threw his head back and began fucking Derek's mouth, his thrusts growing quicker and quicker.

Derek's eyes widened slightly as Carlo's thick fleshy pole rammed down into the warm moistness of his throat but he did not gag. Carlo's thrusts quickened and his hands clamped on the side of Derek's head. His cock squelched as it drove in and out of the other's mouth, spit and phlegm dribbling down the Derek's chin and coating Carlo's solid shaft.

Again, Carlo felt an oddly displaced sensation, a slight claustrophobic dizziness, as if he was out of breath and a strange pleasure in his cock that was not quite congruous with its violent plunges into Derek's throat. The feeling came and went sporadically and with each wave, he grew more and more aroused. 

He felt his orgasm mounting. Derek's finger drilled his arse, firmly implanted now and scraping its tip across his prostate. He couldn't go much longer without cumming but he somehow knew it was ok. He knew Derek wanted to taste his cum, he knew the other man was also about to shoot his load. 

Just as Derek's sticky milk spattered onto the carpet, the largest hot spurts splattering on Carlo's ankles, Carlo erupted in Derek's mouth, grabbing the other's head in his hands and shoving his dick right down his throat, holding the face planted against his groin as his orgasm rocked to its conclusion. Derek gagged but pulled Carlo to him more tightly, holding on to his buttocks and planting his face even more firmly against Carlo's groin.

As Carlo's orgasm subsided and he began to soften, he became aware that they were both groaning, almost sobbing in ecstasy. His legs had almost gone to jelly with the effort of standing with his knees bent. His grip on Derek's head loosened and Derek withdrew his head, releasing Carlo's softening penis from his mouth in a trail of spit and cum. He went down on hands and knees and licked his cum of Carlo's ankles then stood up and the two kissed, mingling spit and sperm.

"That was terrific," breathed Derek, holding Carlo in his arms. 

Derek was almost as tall as Carlo and their genitals and nipples rubbed together as they stood entwined. Carlo gently disengaged from their embrace and motioned to the bed. He walked over and pulled the covers off. They lay down together, one of Derek's arms flung out beside him, his hand idly stroking Carlo's balls.

"You know I've been cruising this place for about five years and I've never seen a wig like that before." Derek sounded genuinely fascinated.

"I'm into 20th century terran stuff," explained Carlo.

"Oh right, that where the freaky animal getup comes from then?" There was mischief in Derek's voice and his hand continued to grope Carlo's scrotum.

Carlo noticed Derek's cock had started to swell again. He ignored the quip about his favourite costume.

"You know," he said, "I never fucked a jinovian before."

"But didn't you...?" Derek looked as if he was going to say something but had changed his mind. 

Carlo suddenly felt inexplicably nervous though again, the feeling was oddly displaced. "Didn't I what?"

"No I meant didn't you ever fuck a jinovian guy before? I mean a guy like you, you know, you could have anyone right?"

Carlo felt reassured. "Come on, that's bullshit, I have weird jaw-line and a crooked nose. Jesus, I'm thirty eight, I mean..."

"Well, I don't agree about the jaw line, looks just fine to me. Anyways, this thing makes up for everything else!" And Derek was on him again.

Derek went down on him classic style this time, jerking him off, licking his shaft, taking his glans in his mouth. Carlo was getting hard again but the alcohol impeded progress. He just wanted to lie back and be sucked off. He noticed Derek's hand at work on his own groin as he took Carlo's shaft in his mouth and figured it would be ok.

Just as Carlo's pleasure began to gather itself for another succulent explosion, there was a sharp detonation at the door. Both men smelled burnt plastic and suddenly the door flew open revealing charred electronics and a smashed lock mechanism. A huge man half ran, half fell into the room, evidently having shouldered the door aside. Time slowed as Carlo took in the remarkable bulk, the coppery complexion of a jinovian, the heavy pistol aimed straight at him. 

His limbs froze in shock when he saw the gun. It was some seconds before he became aware that the hulking oaf was roaring at Derek and waving the pistol menacingly at both of them. Size wasn't everything, Carlo knew. He had dealt with many a situation like this, been surprise-boarded by pirates on his truck, had deals go sour and ambushes. Sometimes, he'd come off worse for the wear but he always survived intact, his wit and physical prowess always combining to pull him through.

But this was impossible, he was naked, drunk, unarmed, his pistol in his case on the wrack by the door, the jinovian monster preventing access. There was nothing for it but to wait for an opportunity -- or for the freak to work itself up and finally shoot him. 

The giant man was screaming at the top of his lungs, spittle spraying in all directions, "Derek you little fucking cheating bitch! I fucking told you what would happen if I caught you again. What the fuck did I tell you, you little cunt? Huh? What the fuck did I say? I can't fuckin' hear you shit-for-brains!" 

The hulk leapt with surprising agility on to the bed, one foot stamping on Carlo's chest, knocking the breath from his lungs and the other smashing into Derek's gorgeous face with the sickening crunch of breaking bone.

"What the fuck did I tell you?" roared the big jinovian again.

Derek held his face, his check was cut though Carlo could not see what had been broken.

Derek began to speak, his voice trembling with terror, "You s-said if you caught me cheating again, you'd k-kill me and w-whatever l-little f-fuckin' p-pussy with me..."

"Fuckin' A I did! So what the fuck does that mean to your piss-sized little fuckin' brain? Huh? What the fuck does that mean? What part of I'll fucking kill you don't you understand you pissing little fuck?"

"S-s-sorry Bruce. I, he's so, I couldn't s-stop my..." Derek trailed off helplessly, his body shaking with fear. A deathly silence fell as the hulk raised his pistol, aiming it at Derek's face.

Carlo's breath was returning now but the giant foot planted firmly on his chest was making it hard for him to catch his breath. A sharp pain stabbed through his chest beneath the giant foot, possibly a broken rib. His mind raced. What to do? He could thrust his backside into the bed and sit up, throwing the man off balance but it was too risky. If he misjudged the monster's weight, he wouldn't be able to move him and he'd be shot in an instant. 

The violent stranger was breathing heavily now, his body shaking but his hands deadly still, clasping the weapon as he psyched himself up to shoot. Carlo had seen this type before. Ashen-faced beneath his coppery tan, the man exhibited all the tell-tale signs of an enraged murderer, a big bad bunny boiler. Carlo tried desperately to think but the booze slowed his brain and robbed him of ideas.

His racing thoughts were interrupted by a resounding thud as the giant unexpectedly lifted his foot from Carlo's chest and rammed it into Derek's. Derek had been propped up on one elbow as he held his face and under the explosive impact of Bruce's foot, his elbow buckled and he fell backward further toward the end of the bed. His head and coppery torso were hanging uncomfortably off the end of the bed with nothing to anchor his feet. He slid groggily to the floor, rolling off the end of the bed with a painful sounding thump.

"What?! your couldn't stop yourself?! Your pathetic little shit! I'll fucking stop you! And you!" He whirled and aimed the pistol at Carlo, his voice lowered into a menacing growl, "You don't move a fucking muscle pal? You hear me truck-fuck?" 

Bruce's breath wreaked of jinovian coffee. The outrage! Wasted on such low-hanging fruit! Carlo wondered fleetingly how the brute knew what he did but he nodded shakily. Bruce turned back to Derek's prostrate form, stepping off the end of the bed making as if to start kicking Derek, his back turned to Carlo. 

Carlo saw his moment. He sprang up off the mattress and launched himself at Bruce. The attack was short-lived. Carlo's stomach met with a rock hard elbow followed by the back of a solid fist connecting crisply with his jaw. He was on his back on the bed again before he knew what hit him.

Bruce whirled furiously and pointed the gun at Carlo. Carlo inadvertently curled up in terror but then an evil glint appeared in the huge man's eyes.

"You wanna play huh?" growled Bruce. "Little truck-fuck wants to ride some huh? That want you want pretty boy?"

Bruce's voice was even deeper than Derek's. Carlo's voice stuck in his throat. The smell of his beloved coffee radiated from the ogre, the irony almost making Carlo weep. 

Bruce was back on the bed now. He leaned down and with one mighty hand, yanked Carlo up and threw him sprawling to the floor, stepping to the floor so that Carlo lay at his feet. As he'd been thrown, for a split second, Carlo felt laughter welling up in him, he thought he must be mad with fear.

Bruce was peeling off his clothes. Carlo could hear Derek groaning on the floor at the end of the bed. It was turning out to be a nasty night. Winded again, he watched as Carlo's enormous coppery body quickly bared itself, exposing a flawless complexion, meticulous depilation and massive bulging muscles.

It didn't make sense thought Carlo as he struggled to regain his breath. The ogre was in perfect physical condition, powerful and supple with muscles rippling beneath his shining hide whenever he moved. His clothing was immaculate, colour coordinated right down to the large black and red spotted boxers -- well, he was gay after all, Carlo supposed -- and though the face was certainly contorted with obvious derangement, everything else about his appearance belied his demonic demeanour.

But Carlo's time had run out now. The smart kit was on the floor and Bruce was brandishing in one hand a fleshy cudgel large enough to strike fear into the bowels of any service-delivery receiver, willing or unwilling. The instrument grew as Bruce jerked it, holding it just above halfway up its trunk-like shaft, squeezing and tugging at it until it was rock-hard and purple and blue veins stood out along its length.

Bruce's face lips parted in an evil grin, more grimace than smile, a tiny trickle of saliva dribbling from one corner of his mouth, his lips drawn back from his teeth in a sadistic snarl. The giant purple head on the end of his titanic manhood pulsed as he played with it and Carlo saw the glisten of pre-cum beginning to soak the big fleshy mushroom, aided by Bruce's fingers as they rubbed and squeezed the purple flesh.

"Now it's time to party," growled Bruce. "Get on your hands and knees you nancy fuck! I'll fuckin' play with you if you wanna fuckin' play. I'll fuckin' show that pretty little asshole of yours a game I know! Now get on your fuckin' hands and knees you little bitch! What you fuckin' waitin' for huh? Move fuck head!" He waived the gun menacingly at Carlo's face.

Carlo could barely comprehend what Bruce was threatening to do to him. There was no way he could take that deformed meat up his arse. He wasn't really into taking anal at the best of times. He let Gregg do it sometimes as he loved it so much. But Gregg's nice, shapely, reasonable-sized dick was an index-finger compared to the Cyclops-like beast he was confronted with now. If Bruce got inside him at all, it would mean permanent damage if not disembowelment. 




Rough Trade at the Rainbow



But Bruce's finger had moved to the trigger, his other hand jerking ferociously at his dick. He was obviously getting off on this but Carlo knew that if he came, it would be all over. There would be no reason to keep the both of them alive. Carlo slowly climbed to his hands and knees, his rear facing Bruce. He was painfully aware of the pistol aimed at his back as he listened to the fleshy squish and slap of Bruce's furious masturbation.

Off to one side, Carlo heard Derek try to speak, his voice feeble, "Bruce, please don't hurt him, it's all my f...," but Derek never finished his plea. The pistol cracked deafeningly almost causing Carlo to fall sideways and he heard frantic movement at the end of the bed, the nervous twitches of a dying man. The movement subsided into silence save for Bruce's evil grunting the squish and slap of his hand on his outsized fleshy mast. Carlo shook in his demeaned position, stunned at the misfortune that had befallen him and sad for poor beautiful Derek. In front of him, he saw the drying stains of Derek's cum on the floor near the place that had stood less than an hour ago and had such wonderful sex.

Bruce was on him now, the cold pistol barrel shoved against the back of his neck, the thick fleshy shot-gun barrel beginning its forced entry into his arse. Bruce's breath rasped in Carlo's ears, the smell of his treasured jinovian coffee taunting him as his sphincter began to yield to the giant's rough shoving. Carlo felt an elbow planted painfully on his back and he heard furious spitting. He felt the movement of the hand applying saliva and winced when the fingers shoved roughly into his arse, lubing it up ready for the fearsome main event. 

He braced himself for the agonising penetration but inexplicably, a tingling sexual excitement took command of his body. Above his fear and wretchedness, he felt his cock begin to harden almost against his will. Bruce thrust forward, his hips ramming his manhood up Carlo's back passage with brutal force. Carlo felt his body wince as it unwilling clave to the other man, stretching and tearing him as it tunnelled toward his innards.

Yet amazingly, Carlo did not feel the pain. Instead, an intense wave of pleasure broke over him. His cock grew rock hard and he wanted to play with it. Bruce began fucking his arse, pumping him hard, clenching a buttock in one hand, holding the pistol planted firmly against Carlo's neck with the other.

Carlo couldn't believe the pleasure he was feeling. It controlled his body, erupting in him anew each time Bruce thrust his giant cock into his body, damaging it further and further beyond repair. Carlo could not stop the sensation from taking hold of his body. His vision began to blur, grey and then black appearing around the periphery. Pre-cum pattered to the floor from the end of his excited shaft. 

Bruce was grunting and heaving now, growling obscenities at Carlo, "Yeah, take it all you wife-stealing little cunt. You like that in your bitchy little cunt huh? That feel good in your pussy little ass?" Carlo felt a heavy handed slap on his buttock though the sharp contact only served to send more pleasure ripping through his body together with an odd sense of sensual elation.

Carlo's vision was rebelling now. He thought he was seeing things. Something the colour of tanned skin floated before his eyes. He felt his cock getting ready to explode and the hallucination became clearer the closer he got. Suddenly, he found himself staring at two muscular buttocks, a massive dick being pumped in and out of the attractive cleft. The buttocks quivered and shook as the asshole was fucked, the sphincter now fully stretched to accommodate the entire meaty length being rammed in and out of it.

Carlo struggled to regain his senses but as the erotic picture swam before his eyes, superimposing itself forcefully over what he knew to be reality, he felt himself begin to cum. It was as if it was his cock pumping that pretty back-entrance. As if from far away, he heard loud explosive groans and felt an odd squirming inside his anus. 

His body convulsed in perfect time with the cock inside him and his own orgasm finally washed over him, washing away the fading vision of the buttocks and bringing to his ears the sound of his cum splattering softly to the carpet in hot thick spurts and the sound of Bruce's insane roaring as he finished blowing his load inside Carlo's battered anal passage. 

Carlo panted on his hands and knees, sweat dripping from his powerful body and even as what had just happened began to dawn on him, even as he realised the rumours were true and the mad jinovian had superimposed his own sensate experience into Carlo via their touching flesh, reality flooded chillingly back. 

"You fuckin' like that pretty boy? Yeah? I show you a good time huh? Just as fuckin' well 'cuz it's gonna be your fuckin' last. Turn around and face the grim fuckin' reaper you dickless little fuck!" Bruce was panting and his voice was croaky from his recent exertion. 

Carlo felt a hand on his shoulder and he was yanked around to be confronted by Bruce's massive prick, still semi-hard and flecked with brown and red. 

"Clean it up for me you fuck!" Bruce roared.

He was holding the gun pointed directly between Carlo's eyes. Without giving Carlo a chance to react, he shoved his giant meat straight into Carlo's open mouth and roared at him to suck it.

Carlo obeyed, still frightened for his life. He licked and sucked the huge softening snake, cleaning the soiled flesh with his saliva, lips and tongue. But something was wrong. Carlo expected the nauseating stench of shit to fill his nostrils, and its bitter taste intermingled with the metallic astringency of his blood to coat his mouth. Instead, he tasted something familiar. What was it? 

He kept sucking at Bruce's grunted insistence. He knew that flavour. It was bugging him now. He was going to die and kick himself for all eternity not having guessed what it was. It was something familiar, something he liked...

The room had changed. The light was difference, there was something different in the air. Carlo thought he heard muffled giggles. That was it! Coffee and....and strawberry! Shit, Bruce's cock was covered in jinovian coffee and strawberry syrup! Carlo's face came up in confusion, his mouth still full of Bruce's soft member.

"Happy birthday big man!" A familiar voice rang out cheerfully and Gregg stepped out of a cloaking suit near the end of the bed behind Derek who was propped on his elbows at the end of the bed, not a trace of a mark on his face. Carlo looked up at Bruce and the ogre was smiling down at him. He backed away from Carlo, his cock flopping limply between his legs. The three burst into laughter at Carlo as he kneeled in his own cum on the floor, strawberry syrup and smears of jinovian espresso on his lips. He licked his lips and his face broke into a broad grin.

***

It transpired Gregg had finished his business trip early and he a friend who worked at the Rainbow. He'd had the friend watch out for Carlo's reservation and when it arrived, he'd hired the two jinovians, an couple who did escorting together, to 'intercept' his husband at the bar while the friend had let him into Carlo's room with the cloaking suit.

Derek and Bruce stayed with them and Bruce showed Carlo the fake pistol and the rubber-field he'd used to enhance the size of his cock. A state of the art jinovian marital aid, the device clipped about the base of your shaft and created a field around your cock, exactly marrying up with the electrons on your flesh and reflecting the light perfectly at every angle and most importantly chaining back the sensation to your real flesh with zero noise so it felt just like the real thing. Your cock could be as big as you wanted it to be.

So Bruce had slipped on the rubber-field before busting into the room and he'd adjusted its size back down to the real size of his penis once he was about to enter Carlo. After he'd cum, he'd tossed it aside and as Carlo was recovering from his own orgasm, he'd quickly smeared the coffee and strawberry on his dick. Carlo saw his real cock hard again that night and much to his relief, it wasn't even half the size it had been inside the mirror-field.

Bruce offered to give Carlo a blowjob in case he was feeling a bit deflated after the demeaning treatment but Carlo declined, saying he was deflated alright but it had more to do with over-use and old age rather than demeaning treatment -- which he was kind of into anyway. He had drinks brought up to the room by fluff who he bade stay so everyone could take turns on him. It turned out fluff had the most gorgeous cock any of them had ever seen and such was the beauty of his youth that it just kept going and going and going.

Eventually, they sent him off, walking a little gingerly, with affectionate slaps on the ass and another handsome tip, this time from Bruce who Derek pronounced flippantly, was officially in love. Carlo had a spare bed brought in and they turned up the filter on the porthole to sleep. As they were all drifting off, something occurred to Carlo.

"So was it you guys who slipped the Saffroleine into my drink?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah," Derek's deep baritone rumbled back through the darkness. "It's the only way we can really take control like that and even then it's too hard to do it for that long."

In the morning, they exchanged quant-phone codes and Gregg promised to bring Gregg to Jinovia to visit them very soon. All were happy, if a little hung over as they said goodbye. It was the best birthday Carlo could ever remember having.