0 comments/ 225336 views/ 9 favorites Winner Takes All By: Tim Smith Silvia Markel struggled with the straps on her lingerie bottom attempting to latch her hosiery to the small stainless snaps tangled from being packaged tightly in the small box marked, "loves laces, the place for you're lace". She quietly cussed her husband and the lack of light in the bedroom of the hotel suite, as the muffled sound of men's voices came through the thin walls. She briefly laughed to herself at the thought of jumping from the 4th floor window as she managed to clip two out of three clamps to the black fishnet hose. In the full wall mirror an image beamed back of a beautiful forty two year old woman jackknifed in half, legs wide apart with her hands busied with the task at hand. Her large breasts hung free and pale white with nipples jutting out just slightly to the sides, wobbling about as Silvia's body moved. Silvia was indeed a beautiful woman, standing five feet five tall with blond hair and a well kept figure she was the kind of woman that tuned heads every where she went. The kids had come and gone and left Silvia and her successful husband time to play, perhaps too much time was the thought going through her head about now. Four days ago Silvia, in a moment of weakness had made a big mistake in Las Vegas and lost a large sum of money without her husband's knowledge. What was taking place here tonight in the Palace Hotel was due to a failed attempt to win the money back using herself as collateral. That in her mind now was all water under the bridge as she finished the last clip and searched the bed for more pieces to the black lace puzzle that had been placed there prior to her arrival. Silvia Markel turned blush as she realized the extent of what her immediate exposure would be when first entering the room adjacent, full of an unknown number of men just waiting to get an eye full of the pail skinned housewife. The instructions had been specific, right to the detail. She was to put on what was on the bed and wait for someone to come get her when they were ready. She would as well do all she was told or the deal would be off and her husband would be contacted. Silvia looked at the mirror in horror at her ample breasts falling out and over the black lace cup less under wire bra as if they were being magically pulled straight out by some force unknown to science. Looking down she could see her thinly haired privates beaming out below the lower lace girdle as she uttered an, "oh god" at the perverse site. As she turned once more to search the bed for any sign of panties or thong she peaked behind her only to gasp at the sight of her heart shaped ass fully exposed even as she bent less than half over. Silvia could feel the heat of her blush fill her face as she came to the conclusion no panties were present. Her heart jumped a beat as the door was slightly opened and a man's hand appeared with a black object in it and he said, "please put this on and come here now". Momentarily Silvia Markel was relieved thinking at last a pair of panties has appeared and in the nick of time. The instant though her hand touched and took the item her heart again raced foreword as she realized the object was a blindfold. Silvia now almost in a robotic mode exhaled and placed it over her eyes as if the reality of her fate had come to rest and the sooner it was over the better. Moments after the blindfold was in place, a warm hand was over her forearm and began to usher her in just the direction she has feared. "No no I can't, I just can't" seem to slip from her lips as her legs continued to walk at an uninterrupted pace through the door and into the main room of the suite. The cool air of the room sparked her nipples to grow hard as she moved ever foreword and an odd sense of erotic spark began to tingle between her legs. It wasn't that things had been dead between her and her husband, that wasn't it at all. Fifteen years of marriage had been full of ups and downs, but with her husbands success came neglect and perhaps she was guilty two. Guilt was what she felt as she was stopped at some point and asked to bend her knees as hands appeared on and around her thighs pulling them foreword to what felt like the couch cushion. Silvia could feel the fabric of fine men's suits on her inner thighs, now realizing her knees had been placed in between two separate men's knees that were seated on the couch. Silvia jumped a bit as a man whispered in her ear she would do all that was asked or the deal was off. Strangers hands now took her hands and moved them up from her sides and pulling her slightly foreword placed them on the top of the back of the couch. Silvia's mind raced as she felt her breasts move away from the fabric below them as the cool air now embraced the new area of skin sheltered before by her upright position. Another spark tingled down her spine and between her legs as she began to vision in her own mind what she might look like in this position, fully exposed to the men who's identities were concealed in her pitch dark world. "Oh god, oh god" slipped from her lips as the two men began to move apart while each taking a knee with them, spreading her legs wider and wider apart as cool air again found new territory in first her open sex and then working it's way around and up to her ass, as the men continued to split her wider and wider apart. "Please oh please, no further, oh godddd" fell from her lips as her back began to arch to accommodate the geometry of her hands and knees. Finally the men stopped as she felt cool air now traveling up inside her most private areas and an odd wetness that now began to bring her shame. What devils were these men to without her permission bring her to the point of being wet even though not touched? As Silvia Markel tried to answer these questions in her tortured mind several hands began to grope her swinging breasts as others suddenly traced her soft white ass and then others began to pull her ass cheeks even further apart while others explored over her open sex and up and around to her puckered rectum. Silvia shook and began to speak words making no sense at all as first one finger than two then three and four penetrated her sex while pulling her nether lips open even wider and creating a wet slapping sound as now uncounted amounts of fingers jutted in and out of her wet sex. Silvia's eyes rolled back in her head and she began to buck out of control as a powerful orgasm takes over her body and mind, spurred on by the continuous stimulation taking place at the hands of the men that now surrounded her. As Silvia began to come down the men began to step up the pace by man handling her in a rougher fashion, slapping her ass, groping her breasts and twisting her nipples as the others continued an ever deeper and more thorough attack of her pussy. Silvia felt her own jaw drop as an unrecognizable grown escaped deep from her stomach as a small hard object now penetrated her virgin ass hole while hands pulled her ass cheeks hard apart. As another orgasm mounted from deep inside her she felt ashamed at the prospect of losing total control of her body in front of all these strangers and began to mutter words to the men, mostly mixed signals as if wires had been crossed in her brain and yes meant no while no meant yes, yes, "yesssssssss". Suddenly the object in her ass now began to buzz out of control sending shock waves through to the filled passage only a membrane away, in turn transferring the vibrations clean through to her belly button. Silvia now could not help but notice the men's discussions all around her as if drunk in a bar full of people with many bits and pieces coming in from all angles, "Pull those nipples, hold this for a minute, think it's to big?, bitch loves this, lube that big one up and make sure it works, I can't wait to see her take that. Silvia Markel wished she had not been listening as her eyes now bulged against the blind fold while fingers now pulled wide apart her nether lips as if to make way for something. Silvia groaned out loud, half in lust and half in terror as a large object slowly began to penetrate her sex as fingers scrambled to massage the surrounding area to keep it from being pulled inward as the large object traveled deep into her womb. Silvia could now feel the sweat running off her but cheeks as she braced herself for the inevitable continuation of the uncharted journey deep inside her womb. The sensation sparked even more guilt from the memory of a young trainer Silvia had Allowed to have sex with her at a time when her and her husband were not getting along and his long business trips had taken him away for long periods of time. Vince was very large and the sensation brought back the memory of her screams of passion and pain when Vince pounded the monster into her while holding her legs against each of her shoulders. "To deeeeeeeeeeep, stop oh stop, fuck fuck" was coming from her lips now as her mind was torn from her memories of Vince to the reality of this one being even larger and longer as it hit home ten or twelve inches inside the forty two year old wife and mother of two. Silvia's silence was short lived between the time the object stopped moving foreword and then begin to vibrate softly inside her stretched womb, "OH, shit, oh shit, oh oh oh goddddd" escaped from her lips as now two objects began to rattle against each other only separated by the thin skin in between. Suddenly the men were quieter, only discussing how sexy she looked all full of the two artificial cocks and the way they moved about as Silvia's ass and pussy muscles convulsed in quick spasms around the two objects buried deep inside her most private places. An odd feeling had now come over Silvia, no longer just an aging housewife trying to please an aging husband and balance the checkbook. She felt as if she had been promoted to an object of all men's attention and lust, all eyes being on her, all thoughts being of her. Part of her wanted nothing more than to satisfy they're darkest needs and fantasies, to be the girl in the middle getting all the attention all at once. As a man turned up the vibrator to a higher pitch in her womb a new stream of dialogue began to flow from the mouth of the liberated Silvia, Yes, oh fuck fuck fuck me, yes fuck me hard you fuckers, you fucking fuckers you fucks" as Silvia began to move her ass and arch her back as if an imaginary lover was taking her from behind. Bob Markel sat in amazement with again another hard on in his hand while struggling to hold on to the camera with the view of his wife's now stretched and distorted heart shaped ass in the view finder while the others mauled and pawed at her most private of places. Two men, one on each side held her ass cheeks open, while the two on the couch now sucked her breasts. One man blocked Bob's view every so often as he made adjustments in the two dildos buried deep in his wife's upturned ass and pussy. Silvia was now becoming very verbal as the man behind her cranked both vibrators up to full power causing Silvia to begin moving her ass in a blur of bucking movements. Bob smiled and gave Vince a thumbs up as he exited the bathroom and headed behind the couch that had earlier been pulled away from the wall for just that reason. Vince slowly stepped over the back in front of Silvia and lowered his cock to her hungry lips. Silvia Markel wasted no time opening her mouth wide with her tong extended, inviting the hard cock into her hot mouth. Bob could all at once hear her choking and groaning, knowing now Vince was well into her throat as his wife struggled for air in between her own movements being caused by her continuing orgasm as well as her new found need to satisfy the needs of all the men in this lust filled world she now found herself in. The site from her husband's position was almost too much to bear as his wife Silvia of fifteen years and mother of their two children struggled to the limit of her existence to satisfy herself and the men around her. Vince held all of her blond hair in one hand as the other cupped the back of her head. Meanwhile her hands now were gone from the back of the couch and each held tight to the cocks of the men sitting on each side of her sucking her nipples and mauling her breasts. The man behind her had wetted his hand again with lube and continually played with her distended clit while every so often pumping the large and small vibrators in and out of her pussy and ass. Silvia Markel's mind and body were now in another world where all boundaries were removed and animal lust was the order of every second of existence. As Silvia Markel's husband Bob searched for a cigarette the men carried his wife Silvia to the bedroom where this evening had all began, the two vibrators still humming away deep inside her as she held tight to several men's arms as she was transported. A different woman was now returning to the room, one possessed with lust smelling of sex, sweat and over tasked women's perfume and deodorant. A slut was born and the men who would worship her were transporting her to her throne. As Bob lit his cigarette he thought about the time he had found out about his wife and Vince, and how he had in secret longed to watch his beautiful wife Silvia take the young man's cock while screaming in pleasure. At the same time Bob had felt angry about his wife's affair and promised to himself he would someday get even for what she had done. Bob's business owned the studio that Vince leased for his high priced training for the upper class jet set folks and had given Bob the chance to set the record straight, once and for all. Vince became very liberal with all the information Bob needed and agreed to help him when the time was right to make Bob's fantasy come true of setting up his wife in just such a situation. The rest was easy when Silvia had fallen into the trap set up by the men with the help of an adult entertainment group that Vince had connections with. Bob's thoughts were interrupted by a man moving a camera throw the door of the bedroom while asking he move just a bit for them to get through. Bob had asked the whole thing be on tape from start to finish and only copies would be given to him, as per a signed agreement written up by his lawyer. The light was bright coming from the other room as Silvia could be heard going, "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, I, hu, hu, can't, hu, hu, take, hu, hu, oh, hu, hu hu, goddddd, fuck, eeeeee, shit, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu" as the bed creaked and skin slapped all together in time. Silvia Markel was in for the night of her life and it had only just begun. Winner Takes All Lara bustled around her apartment cleaning a little bit and getting things ready for her guests. Her roommate had gone to a FUEL conference and so she had the place to herself and had invited a few of her fraternity brother's over to play a friendly game of poker. As she set out the chips and cards and put on some music she wondered if Jeremy was going to come. She had left him a message about the game, and knew he could rarely resist a game of Texas Hold Em' because it usually meant money for him. But then she also didn't know whether or not he would want to spend the evening in the company of a bunch of her fraternity brothers since he wasn't a part of that particular aspect of her life. This was the typical thought in her mind when it came to Jeremy. She always wondered if he would be in the mood to see her, because she was always in the mood to see him. She was always in the mood to create some sort of situation for him to come over so that she could make it increasingly difficult for him to resist putting her into a compromising position. They were similar in the sense that neither wanted a commitment and both were attracted to each other physically. So Lara simply figured there wasn't anyone better or closer to quench her carnal cravings with. Of course that all depended on what particular kind of mood he was in, and whether or not he actually showed tonight. But before her mind could wander any more towards what she hoped would happen after the poker game she heard a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice. 'Open the door bitch, it's fucking cold out here!' She walked over and opened the door. 'It's about damn time!' said Lucy with a smile in her eyes. It wasn't unusual for her friends to talk to each other in this manner. They had all taken a road trip to Norman, Oklahoma the week before and it had just become second nature for them to treat each other with affectionate hate. They walked in, Bryan and Amy holding the beer and Jeff with the pizza. While Lara's kitten echo darted around their feet and begged to be pet they all sat down around the table to play some poker. Just as she popped open a beer and sat down to deal she heard another knock at the door. Her heart beat kind of fast as she opened it, hoping... only to be disappointed when it turned out to be Kennedy. 'Thanks for fucking leaving me guys.' Kennedy said. 'Sor hmpf.' Jeff said barely able to give his apology through the pizza stuffed in his mouth. With that Lara sat back down, resolving herself that it was just going to be a couple of hours of poker tonight. Which in itself she knew would be fun too, just not as fun as what she was hoping would have happened had Jeremy decided to show up. As Amy shuffled and started to deal there was another knock on the door. So she walked over and opened the door to find Jeremy smirking back at her. Almost as if he knew that she would be excited to see him. She couldn't help it though. She had always found cockiness attractive, and she would never be good at hiding that fact. So she had long ago simply resigned herself to taking the chance of being used- but only because she planned on doing plenty of using in return. After a few hours of poker the game ended with everyone but Jeremy a little bit poorer. With that everyone got up to leave, including Jeremy. Trying to hide her disappointment, Lara resolved herself that it had been a fun night and tried to play off that she had wanted Jeremy to stay. But to her surprise, as she was walking everyone to the door, Jeremy let his hand slip onto the small of her back and whispered into her ear from behind that he was too tired to drive back home and thought he might stay the night. She let the others out with a hug and then closed the door behind them determined not to let a smile of satisfaction come to her face. She didn't want to give too much away to Jeremy. Even if they both knew already it was what she had planned. When she walked back to the table she saw Jeremy shuffling the cards. 'Want to play another game?' Jeremy asked. 'I am far too poor to play you.' She answered, taking the pizza boxes into the kitchen. 'But if you let me pick the stakes, I'll think about it...' 'What would those stakes be?' Jeremy asked, knowing that her mind was probably thinking of something dirty and fun. 'Oh... How about whoever loses the hand has to remove one article of clothing,' Lara said, thinking it could be interesting playing an old-fashioned game of strip poker. "Okay... and what happens when you've lost all of your clothes because I've beaten you every hand?' Jeremy said, again with that cockiness she could hardly resist. 'Well....' she said, thinking about what would happen... 'When YOU have lost all of your clothes because I'm a lot better than you think, we'll say every lost hand the winner gets to think of a task for the loser, which the loser must then perform, with the limitation being, no actual sex.' It was an intriguing offer, and he was already imagining what he could make her do, but wondered why she was making that final stipulation. He knew that she wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to bend her over that counter right now and take her. 'Why the no sex rule?' He asked, curious and semi-disappointed. 'Well it would be a waste not to use the chips I just bought for poker, so we'll play them and whoever has the chips at the end of the game gets to 'buy,' the other person, or 'decide' how, where and when they actually do that,' Lara said as she pulled a sweatshirt over her tank-top. 'Wait a second; you can't add more clothes now.' He said. 'I'm cold, and unless you're planning on keeping me warm, this will have to do for right now.' With that he walked over to her and enveloped her into his arms, kissing her as she'd been wanting all night already. And while he distracted her with that kiss he pulled the sweatshirt back over her head and threw it away. 'No cheating. You're just going to get colder the more you lose anyway. But I promise to think of everything I can to keep you warm while you're completing your tasks,' he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. 'That's what you think,' she said as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him aggressively towards her for one last kiss before the game started. The game started kind of slow, with both of them losing their socks and shirts. Lara was sitting there in her black lace bra when her hand and the flop delivered her a four of a kind. She knew she had him now, and with that she won and made him remove his pants so that he was sitting there in nothing but his underwear. While Lara still had what he thought were three articles of clothing. Little did he know that she had been missing panties all-night. Letting the seam of her jeans make her wetter and wetter at the thought of what was going to happen. Her torn jeans were now the only thing standing in his way of the easiest access one could possibly think of. But of course, Jeremy was far better the poker player than she was and with the next three hands, and a surprising smile, she was sitting across from him awaiting his first request. 'You know, I really like this song, and I already know you can dance, so how about coming over here and giving me the kind of dance we both know you want to give me.' He said. So she stepped off of her chair, unashamed and confident that she looked hot and was turning him on and she gave him the sexiest lap dance he had ever had. A dance she knew he enjoyed because of how hard she could tell he was, sitting there and enjoying her. With that she sat back down trying to get comfortable even though she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter to the point where she knew it was going to be dripping down her thighs soon. But luck turned out to be on her side. With the next two hands, not only did she get him completely naked and gain a significant amount of chips towards the final goal, but she made him come over and give her a very sensuous massage. Trying very hard not forget that they were playing a game and simply fuck his brains out right there. They went back and forth, both so turned on and horny but trying to hold back on their tasks and not make them too sexual. It was Jeremy who first decided that it was time to move out of the teasing realm and into action when he won over half of her chips on a horrible bluff of hers. Her poker face was laughable. But she was still so hot. With that he told her- 'I want you to come over here, take my hard cock into you and give me the best tongue 'lashing' you can muster.' He said. So she did just that. She took the tip of his cock and let her tongue tease it slowly looking up at him with a hungry look in her eye. When she could tell he couldn't take the teasing anymore she enveloped his cock into her mouth all the way to its base, loving the moan he let out when she did so. She began sliding up and down, working him over and listening to the sounds coming from his mouth as she did so. Yet just as she knew he was getting close to cumming. She stopped, gave him a teasing evil look and went back to her seat and sat down. He knew she was going to do her best to win the next hand. And so she did when the turn gave her the third ace she needed for a three of a kind. With that she got up and sauntered into her room, making sure he watched her the entire way. She reemerged holding her purple vibrator and giving him a look that he knew meant she was going to be getting him back for that heavenly blowjob he had just received. She handed it to him and she said, 'I want you to use this, your fingers and anything else, other than your cock, to give me the best orgasm I've ever had.' By stipulating the orgasm part, she knew she was going to 'win' way before he did. With that he took her and led her to the couch and pushed her down in that aggressive way she liked so much. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, taking his tongue and tracing her collar bone and her nipples and her stomach until he got down to her dripping cunt. With that he turned the switch and pressed the vibrating phallus to the opening and slowly started inserting it so that she moaned with the fullness of it. He took his tongue and pressed it down upon her clit, so that she was feeling so much at the same time she couldn't help but scream. He was surprised that she was so loud. Surprised but amazingly turned on. She groaned and moaned at him to fuck her with the vibrator, to make her scream, to make her cum. And he did just that. With a final hard thrust he brought her to a mind shattering orgasm that made her entire body tingle and took her 15 minutes to recover from. Fifteen minutes that cost her almost all of her chips and several tasks because she couldn't concentrate well enough on her cards to win anymore hands. With that she resigned herself to losing, because truth be told she couldn't take another minute without feeling his hard cock inside of her. She wanted him to fuck her so bad she could barely stand it. So with that, though she had pocket aces and had gone all in, she folded on the turn. She just couldn't win more chips and have the poker game continue when all she wanted was for the real game to begin. With a look of triumph in his eyes (she would never tell him she had given up because she wanted him so much) he came over and kissed her, lifting her up by her ass and wrapping her legs around him and carrying her into the bedroom. The when and where of fucking her had already been determined. He knew he didn't want to wait a second longer. From the way that she had screamed at him to fuck her rough and hard with the vibrator he now knew exactly how she liked it, and he was going to do just that... after he teased her a bit first. He layed her on the bed on her back and placed his cock at the opening of her wet and waiting cunt and barely pushed the tip in. Lara moaned with anticipation as he pushed a little more of his 7-inch-cock into her and then pulled out. She just couldn't take it anymore and as he went to tease her a third time she took her hands and placed them on his back pushing hard as he thrust and making him go as deep as possible. The look on his face was a mixture of surprise and utter horniness as he let out a scream of pleasure when he filled her to the hilt. Neither one of them could take the teasing anymore. He pulled back and entered her again and again, fucking her so hard she probably woke the neighbors with her moans. After giving her a mind-shattering multiple orgasm by fucking her luscious little body as hard as he could muster he knew it was time for his choice of 'how' to fuck her and so as he watched her recover from the intensity of the pleasure her body felt he flipped her over on her knees and touched the outside of her ass-hole with his finger, it was already slick and wet with her juices. He placed his cock at the opening and said, 'You did say the winner picked 'how.'" 'Oh, I think everyone's a winner in this game...' Lara said with a lusty voice, giving him the go-ahead. With that he slowly thrust into her ass, going in and out of the tight hole. She moaned as she felt a tingle go through her body she hadn't ever felt before. It was pleasure mixed with a very tiny bit of pain and a fullness she couldn't have imagined. As Jeremy felt the tightness of her ass around his cock, squeezing it as he went further inside of her he listened to her moaning and just couldn't take it anymore. 'I am going to cum...' he said breathlessly. So Lara moved her body and turned around, tasting the juices that had made her all slick for him and started moving her head up and down again, repeating her performance from during the game, but doing it with such vigor he knew the goal was to get him off. And it didn't take long watching her mouth move over his cock, taking it in and out and licking the tip with her tone as she looked up at him with her hungry eyes. With a big moan he came in deep shoots which she took into her mouth and swallowed. She looked up at him and licked the excess cum off of her lips. With one last deep kiss he cuddled up to her naked body and fell promptly asleep. Only to awaken the next day when she brought him to a hard-on with her mouth and made him do it all over again. Winner Takes All Even though it was an eventual consequence of any fledgling nudist's experience, Gray never expected to be seen by any of his neighbors, especially the one whose bedroom window faced that of his office. It had only been a month since Gray began roaming around the apartment without clothing. Five years earlier, if anyone suggested such a thing, he would have called them crazy. Never in a million years would he have let it all hang out. But he couldn't be blamed. That's how Gray turned out, limited by the learned limitations of his Roman Catholic family, never very bold in his adolescent pursuit of the opposite sex, never comfortable about showering after gym class, and never having the kind of friends that had the kind of early experiences, money, and nerve it took to convince girls in school or at clubs to give up tag team blow jobs in public places, or perform sex acts to be viewed later on VHS tape. However, there had finally occurred a shift in Gray's thinking. His confidence had grown. His trips to the gym had paid off, and thanks to the almost nightly work-out sessions he and his new fiancé' Clearice have been indulging in over the last three years, Gray had become expert in the fine art of mutually gratifying sex. He had steadily worked his way toward the freedom of sensuality he knew he deserved, introducing the tantric art to his love making, getting Clearice to involve variously sized dildos and vibrators in there foreplay, convincing Clearice to let him fuck her in the ass, and recording most of the events on their digital camera. Through one good turn deserving another, Gray had been loosened up, Clearice being the stimulus for that sensual shift in her lover's identity. Unlike Gray, she had experienced a healthy body concept formation and sensual identity, and so did not have the same sense of shame or fear. She had been comfortable enough to have driven across three states, and once played racquet ball, in the nude. Clearice had for years, however, kept her distance from anal sex, the use of toys, and electronic exhibitionism. And just like anyone else, both Clearice and Gray either needed a special someone to help them to a new level of sensuality or they just wouldn't even tempt their personal breaking points. It had been she that Gray felt comfortable in inviting to insert multiple fingers in his anus, as detailed in the Tantric guide book he'd purchased from Barnes & Noble Online. Without Clearice, that never would have happened. Having performed the same method of orgasm extension for his fiancé', Gray decided that his next purchase, once he got Clearice's consent, would be a string of anal beads. Whether he'd entertain them being inserted up his own ass, remained to be seen. Five weeks prior to when his neighbor had caught him beginning to enjoy his new nudist life style, Gray had begun surfing the web for answers to all his naturist questions. The very first question was how could anyone truly separate their sexuality, and understanding of sexuality, from their feelings of their own body, as well as from the bodies of others. As he linked from site to site, Gray couldn't even imagine how he would ever be able to stroll around a campsite in his birthday suit, not get an erection from studying all the women around the commune, or what he would do if some other naked guy tried to have a conversation with him. All he knew, up until that point, was that nakedness was either for sex (alone or in pairs) or bathing. What Gray learned was that anyone could be a nudist. All they had to do was get naked. You start small, local, and among friends, and then you find safe, accepting naturist communities. And if you got that far, all one needed to do was walk around with a towel, just in case you're feet got cold. Gray made his decision to start small after passing the "Do You Think You're A Nudist" quiz. Yes, he slept in the nude. Yes, he lounged in the nude with his partner. Yes, he went skinny-dipping once. Gray took his one giant personal leap on Thursday, July 15, 2004. It was one of his days off from the head hunting job he had at Community Works. The average temperature for that month, and the lack of proper air conditioning, made it easy for him to get started. Gray made sure to lower the blinds in every room. Clearice tried to convince him that no one could see inside their apartment on bright sunny days, but he didn't buy that. On that first day, it was difficult for him to keep from getting aroused from the contours and textures of his own body. Even when his physique was less than ideal, Gray enjoyed playing with himself as much as the next person. With the nudity, his cock was always ready for the tugging. It was like a reflex, as if he was a member of that species of lower primate that have to be manipulating their own genitals or someone else's every minute of the day. By the second day, Gray had discovered that he could pump his cock to a point where he could use his pre-come as a very affective lubricant, which allowed for a generally superior jerk-off session. Gradually, Gray gave himself more reminders to let go of his prick, and just let it be. Then there was the tingling he felt along the areas of his body that weren't normally exposed, from his shoulders, back, chest, and legs. It was strange at first, but it had gone away by the next week. In its place came another feeling. It was the first time that Gray had an understanding of why anyone would want to be naked all of the time. He began to revel in the feeling of a gentle breeze flowing against his chest, back, ass, balls, and cock. He began to especially enjoy the feeling in his sex as it bounced during his walks between rooms, and during his activity in the kitchen. Now, in a strange yet harmless way, he came to enjoy the feeling of kitchen counter edges, the backs of chairs, and the vibration of the washing machine or dishwasher against his cock. These feelings seldom led to erections, but were gratifying none the less. The new spirit Gray was adopting just plain felt good, and feeling good was enough. It wasn't until the second week of his consistent effort that Gray began to generally ignore the parts of his body he normally tended to manipulate out of habit. This, he knew was key to any progress. By the third week, he had gone through the entire process of making Clearice dinner while wearing not even an apron. That was perhaps one of the greatest indicators of his success because the last thing Gray ever wanted near his food was anybody's exposed private parts. That evening, when Clearice came home from her job as an obstetric nurse's aid, Gray opened the door to reveal not only his nakedness, but a fully prepared meal waiting on the kitchen table. Clearice was so immediately inspired that she locked the door behind her, tossed her pocket book and keys aside, fell to her knees, and proceeded to suck Gray's cock. However, she took only his pre-seminal fluid as an appetizer. She loved Gray's cooking too much to let it get cold, and they knew he could hold out until it was time for them to share other less culinary morsels. It was on Thursday of the fourth week that Gray got caught, or he could have perceived that he had earned himself his very own voyeur. He had been standing in the back bedroom, that he uses as his home office, and he was talking on the phone with a perspective client. Gray turned in time to realize almost instantaneously that he 1. forgot to lower the blinds, and 2. he was staring eye to eye with one of the more attractive women among the complex. She, the lady who lived in the unit across the courtyard, who was about Clearice's age of 27, stood at 5:'6, weighed around 120 pounds, wore her thick black hair long, had brown eyes, and creamy olive skin, was staring at him from her bedroom window. The woman had entered her bedroom, after having come home from work. Her routine was to feed the goldfish she kept in an enormous brandy snifter she placed on a desk that bordered her window. After tapping some flakes in the bowl, the woman peered upward, and began to smile. She had seen the man before, and had spoken to him on occasion. But she certainly never expected to see his naked body. She was warmed by his profile, the slope of his shoulders, the clear definition of his chest and abdomen, and the joyous surprise of seeing a beautiful strange man's sex as it gently swayed in the tow of his conversational gesticulations. As he turned to face her, she knew that the responsible, and respectable thing to do was meet his gaze. Gray did not immediately move to cover himself. Upon reflection, he did not think it was because he had become bolder or more confident, but it was because she was beautifully transfixing, and because she seemed to have been viewing him from the perspective of polite spectator, rather than busy-body neighborhood spy. In that moment, Gray was as the proverbial deer caught in the headlights. As his shame urged him toward his senses, Gray began to slowly drop to his chair, and then turned to face it's back to the spectator. By the end of his phone conversation, Gray crawled from his office, into the bedroom, and proceeded to throw on some clothes. He then return to his office and drew the blinds, taking care not to make eye contact with the spectator. However, he did manage to see that she had waited around long enough to see his return. Gray's goal ultimately was to be so comfortable with his body, that he and Clearice could go to nude beaches or colonies. However, getting caught immediately brought back past feelings of guilt and shame. He knew he deserved better than to have to struggle with such feelings, especially after coming so far. But there they were, so what they required was resolution. He was sure that he would be totally free of all the repression that had built up through the years, if he could just get passed being socially naked. Through his deliberation, Gray realized that he could also see the event of getting caught by a stranger as a learning opportunity, a stepping stone, a test of his resolve. Yet there was more to it than the turning of his and Clearice's lives into an Eden. There were his own feelings about the size of his penis in its flaccid state. If only, he thought, it was a couple inches longer,, and an inch thicker, I'd have nothing to be ashamed of. But then, when Gray thought of shame, he would recall the stigma associated with having an uncircumcised penis, and he would retreat again from his resolve. Yet now, having made such an investment in his freedom, Gray was less inclined to beat himself up, and commit entirely to a retreat from his ultimate goal. That weekend, Gray and Clearice were in and out of the apartment, doing shopping or visiting friends and family. On the following Monday, Gray went to work, and then came home. Upon entering the apartment, he lowered all the blinds, and proceeded to undress. Inclined toward neatness, Gray hung his clothes, and tossed his socks in the hamper. He had stopped wearing underwear, having grown accustomed to the comfort fit he felt without their confinement. From the bedroom, he went to the kitchen to make his afternoon espresso. Upon its completion, Gray made his way to the back room. He placed his espresso by the computer, and then leaned toward the window, and peeked through a pair of blinds. He saw that there were no children playing in the courtyard, and that his neighbor's blinds were drawn. In that instant, he decided to allow some fresh air in. Presently, he went about his business, checking e-mail, surfing for job hits, and taking notes for his clients. Within half an hour's time, he was so drawn into the zone of his work, that he did not notice that his neighbor had herself arrived home. Absently mindedly or purposefully, the neighbor could not tell, Gray stood from his chair, and boldly went about retrieving this or that from various places in his office. Subsequently, poised in a standing posture before the open window, Gray took a moment to retrieve the cup of coffee from his desk, and take a sip. Staring out the window, Gray saw that he was once again being seen by his neighbor. As she smiled and waved, this time with her hair tied back in a pony tail, and wearing a smart black dress suit, Gray quickly turned the back of his office chair so that it covered his sex. Not wishing to be rude, Gray waved in kind before turning his chair around, and lowering himself into its seat. It's best not to make eye contact, he thought, firm in his resolve. Gray returned to reading his e-mails. The flush of his embarrassment gradually faded, and he was compelled to look in his neighbor's direction once more. He was mildly surprised to see that she had untied her hair, and changed into a lemon yellow tank top and tight red shorts. He wondered if she had done so with her blinds up or whether she had closed them temporarily. Gray then noticed the woman waving again, this time more insistently. Giving her his attention, Gray watched as she picked up a piece of printer paper from somewhere, and held it lengthwise in front of her chest. Upon it, written in thick black marker, were seven digits, a dash separating the first three from the last four. The woman's smile was beaming as she tilted her head slightly, and then pointed at herself. In response, Gray pointed at himself. With that, the woman shook her head in the affirmative. On his face, Gray wore an expression of mild amusement, which he tried to make more mild with what he hoped looked like indifference. However, on the inside, the message was: "Holy shit!!! I should not be calling this woman! What time is Clearice coming home!?! Okay. I've got five minutes." Gray allowed three more seconds of reluctance to pass, and then peered up at the woman's number once more before dialing it. "Hello." she said. "hi. Gray answered, Look, I'm really sorry about this. I just forgot to lower the blinds, and...and I have no business-" "You know we've spoken, and I never got your name." "Gray. What's yours?" "who named you Gray?" She asked. "Oh...it's just a nick name I got a long time ago. Long story. My birth name is Rudolph." "Oh...then Gray it is. My name's Trisha." "Yeah, look anyway, I'm sorry about-" "Does your wife know that you run around your apartment naked all the time?" "She's not my wife yet, and yes, she does." "Really? Good. S...then would you do me a favor?" "Uh...I guess. What is it?" "Would you just like stand there, and jerk off for me?" Up until that point, Gray and Trisha's eyes were locked. But with her question, Trisha had caused Gray to look in every other possible direction. "uh...I don't think so." He said finally. "why not? Trisha prodded, "It's not like your bride to be is home or as if you have company your not allowed to have over. Go ahead. Let me watch you masturbate." "why should I?" "Well...because it might feel good, good for different reasons than the usual." "Good, how so?" Gray leaned back into his chair, confident that Trisha could not see his swelling cock. "Well...it might feel better if you do it while we stare into each other's eyes. And...if I like how it turns out, I might be inclined to do the same for you." Gray stared into her brown eyes, and listened to her calm breathing on the phone. Who does this chick think she is, he thought. She probably thinks she's something. She definitely think she's something. She is. "I have to go." Gray chose to say. "Okay." Trisha answered, seeming to know that he would not yet hang up. Still looking at Trisha with the phone cradled between his ear and left shoulder, Gray softly stroked his hard red cock with his right hand. "I thought you were hanging up." Trisha smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "Tell me Gray...you've got to be pretty hard by now, huh?" Gray released himself as his skin flushed nearly as red as his cock, and then looked away. "Ah, I knew it." "It was nice talking to you Trisha. Good-bye." Gray smiled at Trisha, and returned the phone to it's cradle. He then turned around in his chair so that the back of it faced the open window. From it he then rose, and casually made his way into the bathroom, where he beat himself off to the fresh memory of Trisha's inspiring face and physique. Gray returned, fully clothed in black jeans and a University of Massachusetts jersey, to his office on the next evening. He thought about sticking to his new mode of undress, as a show of unshaken security, to show her that he would not be intimidated. But upon second thought, he decided to keep some clothes on for the evening. If he spoke with her again, he could just explain it away by saying that he just got home from work, or he just plain felt chilly. That evening, Trisha's blinds were drawn. On the following Wednesday evening, Trisha's blinds were open, and Gray could see that she had a female guest over in her bedroom. Noticing him, Trisha smiled, and then lowered her blinds. His imagination running wild, Gray retreated to the living room, where Clearice lay naked on the couch watching TV, and proceeded to seduce her into a few hours of love making. "Hey naked guy." Smiled Clearice as she parted her legs, "Oh, we're at half mast, are we? What dirty thoughts were you entertaining?" Gray felt a twinge of guilt bubble in the pit of his stomach as he drew close to his lover, admiring the contours along her 5:'7 frame, the voluptuousness of her creamy white C cup breasts, her naturally copper brown hair, and alluring serpentine green eyes. Watching her, he realized the trust he felt, the honesty that inspired his proposal to marry her. she was one of his very best friends, but the only friend that was born with a vagina that fit him so like a glove that it was just plain uncanny, could suck him into such a frenzy that he would pass out from the orgasm, and take his cock in with such fervor that almost the entire apartment shook with their coupling "I was thinking about eating some pussy." Gray whispered against Clearice's lips as they kissed. "Well then please be my guest." That Thursday was Gray's next day off. The sex he had the night before had certainly scratched the itch. Yet he continued to feel a remnant pang of desire radiating from his sex chokra. The desire, the craving he continued to feel, in spite of having creamed like a king through the royal, expert gripping of his queen's vaginal walls, was indicative of the yearning one might feel for what one cannot, should not, have. Gray gently caressed the shaft of his cock as he entered his office. It was after lunch, and he had made his second espresso of the day, and was drinking it as he caught up on some pleasure reading. The blinds were half drawn, and just the barest thought of Trisha being home and naked made his cock instantly swell to full capacity. Gray, while gently trailing the fingers of his right hand from his rust brown pubic hair, to his scrotum, and then up his warm shaft, peered through the blinds to see that Trisha was in deed at home. Trisha was going about putting laundry away. Her hair was once again tied back, and she was dressed in a green blouse, and a pair of faded jeans, the knees of which were ripped and frayed. Gray wrestled with the notion of getting her attention. Trisha's blinds were open, but her window was down. He surveyed the courtyard, and saw no one. He drew back his blinds all the way, and then returned to his seat. Gray tried not to stare, but it was very difficult. It was making him crazy that Trisha had made him crazy, and that she was also home. Subsequently, after Gray had stared long enough, Trisha happened to look his way, match his gaze, and then smile warmly. They nodded an acknowledgement to one another, and Trisha resumed going about her domestic task. Winner Takes All Gray could not take his eyes off of her. After a while, it had become obvious to Trisha. Every now and again, as she tidied up, passing from room to room, Trisha either flashed him a smile or smiled to herself. Presently, she stopped in her kitchen, the doorway through which Gray could see with absolute clarity from his position. There, she stopped, and trained her eyes onto his. Trisha then proceeded to unbutton her blouse with slow, deliberate movements, and wearing the vague semblance of a smile on her lips. She dropped it to the floor, exposing her black lace bra. She commenced to undo the fly of her jeans, and then squirmed out of them entirely, revealing her black lace thong. With that, Trisha entered her bedroom, and stood before her window. Gray was mesmerized, and his cock was as stiff as it possibly could be. Shit, he thought, I forgot her number. He suddenly began a frantic search for a blank sheet of paper and a thick marker. By the time he'd scribbled the seven digits of his phone number, he looked up to see that Trisha was holding up her own sheet, upon which was written: Willing? Gray sat back in his chair, and thought a moment. He then took another sheet of printer paper beneath his desk, and wrote: I. M. YOU?. Upon showing her, Trisha laughed, and then took a seat at her desk. Seconds later, she stood again, and let Gray see that she had written her AOL address. Gray transcribed it quickly to an open Word file, minimized the program, and then set about logging on. He turned to see that Trisha had moved away from the window. graybleafgg: Hi Trisha. Trishwish: Hi Gray. Change your mind? Graybleafgg: Thinking about it. How's your girlfrend? Trishwish: Girlfr? Oh, just a friend. Fine. Trishwish: How's your fiancé'. name? Graybleafgg: Clearice. Fine. Trishwish: Pretty name. How's your cock? Graybleafgg: Fine. Trishwish: How is it right now? Graybleafgg: Nervous. Trishwish: Why? Graybleafgg: Big risks need. big rewards.up front. Trishwish: Hmm. Like what? Graybleafgg:Visual stimulation. Trishwish: Surely, you must already be stimulated enough. Graybleafgg: Show me yours, and I'll show you mine. Trishwish: I've already seen yours. Graybleafgg: Seeddx's your turn. How bout I come over? Trishwish: Nope. How bout you just come? Having grown weary of their dialogue, Gray realized that his cock had gradually reduced to a semi-flaccid state. As he thought of what his next response would be, he suddenly realized that in order to have as much control as possible over the situation, the last thing he should do is allow any activity to occur through the manner in which Trisha was interested in having it occur. At this point, the "big risk" was not the potential of getting caught openly masturbating by multiple neighbors, but getting caught eliciting the sexual interest of anyone other than Clearice. This is a mistake, he thought. If I could have her, some how. No. If I can't get her to do it my way, then it's just not happening. Trishwish: So what's it gonna' be boy, yes or no? Gray mused over the Meatloaf verse Trisha had just typed to him, wondering whether she was being corny on purpose or by mistake. Still not sure what to write back, Gray glanced toward Trisha's window. He watched as Trisha came into view. She rode the wheeled chair to the end of the desk that bordered her window. In it, she leaned back, and propped the bottom of her feet against the edge of the desk, and spread her legs so that her knees were far apart. Gray's cock swelled again as he became worked up with the assumption that she was fingering herself. Suddenly, he reached for his keyboard and typed the words Let me see. He turned again to see Trisha read the message, and then extend her right arm toward her computer. Trishwish: trust me Graybleafgg: I don't know you Trishwish: Who knows anybody Trishwish: who is C anyway Trishwish: show me U in C Trishwish: C U lay ter Gray was suddenly struggling with a variety of feelings, not the least of which was confusion, as he turned to see that Trisha had drawn her blinds. Then, in the next instant, he found that she had logged off. Now, furiously pumping his cock, having gripped it with something closer to anger than arder, Gray told himself that he was finished with the woman. But as his ejaculates painted graffiti upon his chest and upper abdominals, and flowed over the negligible space between cock and fist, Gray knew that it was not over yet. You want to watch me fuck my fiancé', he thought, then you're really going to have to show me that you deserve it. Gray left his office long enough to clean himself up before Clearice came home. As he wiped the come from his body, and threw on a pair of shorts, he realized that he had once again been taken off the track of his original intention to be nude in the first place. Thanks to Trisha, for some reason, Gray wasn't feeling very free. He felt as if his sensuality was so indefatigable that he could never disassociate it from his nudity. With his luck, he imagined that being with any other naked person, even in a public capacity where in the expectation was to behave as if everyone's clothes were on, any female or male, for that matter, would just become another aphrodisiac or fetish. In his attempt to avoid simmering in the juices of resentment, Gray had himself a roast beef sandwich, and then whiled away most of the afternoon in front of the TV. Still annoyed hours later, Gray returned to his computer to check for any new e-mails. Seeing that there was a message from Trisha's address in his in-box, Gray instantly felt the butterflies of both suspicion and hope begin to rage in the pit of his stomach. Dear Gray, I can understand your reservation. It takes a lot for some people to cross certain lines. But I'm here to tell you that it might be easier than you think. # 1. You need to relax. You need to think of it as just pussy. No big deal. It comes. It goes. Whatever you lose, you can always get back in some other form. # 2. For all you know, Clearice might be all you need to make crossing that line ddsafe. So Gray? Do you guys keep a deck of cards at your place? Because I have this great game I like to play. Has it occurred to you that I like to play games? I know, I know. It only seems like I like games in which only I'm in control. That's not true, and I can prove it. I like games where everybody wins. Just read over the directions I've pasted in below, let them simmer, and let's just let fate be the deciding factor. After all, will is for free. Cordially Yours, Trish P.S. I'll bring the dice. Spicy strip poker procedure: Note: a. each player must be wearing the same amount of clothing, five or more items are preferable. b. Each die has eight sides. On seven sides of die 1, there are the directions, nibble, tickle, suck, blow, lick, caress, and kiss,and the word sex on the eighth side. On seven sides of die 2, there are a list of body parts that include toes, thighs, privates, lips, neck, ears, and belly button and the word sex on the eighth side. 1.Dealer deals out the cards for a game of 5 card draw. 2.Strongest hand wins the round 3.Losers of each round take off articles of clothing until two out of three players are completely nude, 4.When one or two players are completely nude, depending on how undressed the least undressed of the two is, the Spicy Dice are factored into play. 5.The playing cards will be taken out of play when two players are completely nude. 6.If a completely nude player is holder of the last round's winning hand, that player must roll the dice, and perform the rolled act on the next least dressed player's indicated body section. 7.If there is still a player wearing clothes after the cards have been eliminated from play, that player must roll the dice, and play according to the dice until he or she gets a sex roll. Upon that point, that player will have to take off his or her remaining clothes. 8.When one nude player rolls the dice, and gets a sex roll, that player must allow the other nude player to choose how the other will proceed, whether the nature of the sex is oral or penetrative, vaginal or anal, and whether it will involve the use of body parts or toys. 9.The first sex between two players should last until the receiver is visibly aroused. 10. The third nude player or the player still wearing articles of clothing will serve as time keeper, and will have the authority to stop the sex upon seeing the receiver's arousal. 11.The receiver will then have the option to a. switch roles, b. switch partners, c. include the third player into the sex, or d. require them to watch the session, and masturbate. 12.If the third player wishes to contest the reciever's choice, that player must cross the line of his or her personal taboo, that being "a ban or an inhibition resulting from social custom or emotional aversion," in order to win the game, and receive the prize he or she seeks. 13.If the player has defied his or her own personal taboo, then he or she is the final winner, and must be given what he or she seeks from the session. "Gray honey, I'm home." Called Clearice from the kitchen, "Are you decent? We have company." Gray franticly clicked his Outlook closed. She wouldn't, he thought, she couldn't. He left his office, and casually glanced down the hall as he passed into the bedroom. Smiling at him from the living room was Trisha, dressed in the green blouse and faded jeans she had worn earlier. Clearice was in the kitchen, unpacking her lunch bag, and rinsing her thermos in the sink, when she called his name a second time. Gray threw on a fresh t shirt, checked his hair and teeth, reminded himself to be cool, and then headed for the living room. "Hi, I'm Trisha." She said, extending her hand. "The last time I talked to you, you were planting your string beans out front. I can't believe how big they got." "Hey baby." cooed Clearice, before granting a kiss upon his left cheek, and poising herself at his side. "And the basil is huge. Gray honey, can we give Trish some basil? I stopped at Albertson's after work, and we found each other in the produce isle. It's funny how you can talk to a person a dozen times, and never exchange names. Anyway, we started talking about how expensive their basil was, and in season too." "An absolute joke." Trisha remarked. "I mean really." Clearice continued. "And you have to buy this big bunch that you only need a little of at a time, right, and then it goes bad. It's just not worth it. So I told her we'd give her some of ours. That's okay, right?" "Well yeah, of course it is." Said Gray. "Let me go get you some." "Actually honey," said Clearice. "Why don't you get dinner started first. I invited Trish to join us for dinner. I mean, you should have seen her carriage, full of nothing but TV dinners and Doritos. I still find it hard to believe that you'd even pass through the produce isle." "Actually, I do have this thing for tomato and mozzarella salad, and you just can't get that in a can." "I don't know how you manage that body after eating all those carbs and junk." Clearice remarked. "What can I say. It's my metabolism." That evening passed harmlessly enough. As Gray prepared dinner, his apprehension had eventually hid itself among the memories of Trisha in her black lace underclothes, the rules of the game she wanted to play, and his ideas of how her naked skin might feel against his or against his fiancé's. The trio's conversation wore on compellingly enough, yet neither Gray nor did Trisha betray anything even remotely provocative, not even the slightest, most discreet glance. Other than Trisha's sensuality, Gray realized that he enjoyed her sense of humor, and ability to tell stories. Perhaps it was Clearice's presence or it was just Trisha's nature to be charming and very animated. Either way, Gray and Clearice had laughed for nearly ten minutes after Trisha had spun the tale of how she, since the age of ten, has not been able to keep a goldfish alive for any longer than two weeks. No matter how often she changes their water or how small the amounts of food at feeding, she has managed to murder over three thousand Fancies, Comets, Black Moors, and Orandas. Trisha felt however that she had finally redeemed herself with her current fish, Velveeta, which she has actually had for over a month. He is doing so well that she is thinking about changing his name to Lucky, and then having him stuffed when the inevitable finally occurred. Through the trio's exchange of stories of serial goldfish homicide, condo community gossip, workplace gossip, detailing of likes, expounding on pet peeves, and the sharing of family horror stories, the trio collectively understood that a new friendship had taken root. Through the course of the night, it seemed to Gray that Clearice and Trisha had become as close as sisters. Gray was sure of how much closer he and Trisha themselves had become through the evening, and he knew by the end of dinner that he was feeling more certain about trusting her. However, he was not yet sure how to feel about how closely Clearice and Trisha sat, how easily they triggered each other's laughter, and how touchy feely they were. It was around 11 o'clock when Trisha got up to leave. She thanked her hosts by embracing them each in a hug, and told them that next time dinner would be on her. It wasn't until after Gray had watched Trisha reach her arms around Clearice, and cradle her chin between his fiancé's head and shoulder, that his sexy neighbor gave him a smoldering glance, and he realized exactly how much was at stake. Trisha had kept her word by the weekend, and treated her new friends to dinner at the Saybrook Fish House. She insisted that all three of them have oysters on the half shell as an appetizer. Both Gray and Clearice were reluctant, but they ultimately came to appreciate the reputed aphrodisiac, especially with the addition of lemon juice and Tabasco drizzled atop the soft, glistening pink flesh. Trisha's insistence that they share oysters was the only aspect of the evening that seemed the slightest bit out of the ordinary or suggestive of Trisha's covert operation, if that was in deed her true intentions. Their time together passed as jovially as the trio's last dinner, and Trisha's and Clearice's exchanges were just as honest as the first time. On the surface, it appeared that no one had anything to hide. Gray sometimes thought that he should feel trapped by the whole situation, but realized that the best thing he could do was remain cool, and let the whole thing, whatever it was, play out. As the next two weeks passed, Gray never called Trisha back nor sent her an instant message, and she acted in kind. Gray, hoping for the best possible outcome, also thought of the worst possible outcome, Clearice sleeping with Trisha and leaving him for her, and was prepared to handle it if he had to. As it stood, Gray patiently bided his time, and tried not to wonder what it was that Trisha really wanted. One early evening, Gray arrived home to find Clearice seated naked before his computer, browsing the web. He could not help but notice that the blinds were open just enough to see across the complex, into Trisha's bed room. At quick glance, all Gray was able to see across the way was Velveeta swimming circles within his bowl. "Hon? What are you doing?" "I'm researching polyamory. Did you know that Trish is a polyamorist?" "Uh...no. What's a polyamorist?" "A person who lives a life style of loving multiple people." "Okay, loving multiple people; you mean like. a prostitute, a nymphomaniac, sexual hysteric, porno star...what?" "No, it's not like any of that. She says that before she ever gets involved with multiple lovers, she makes sure that everyone gets tested for all the usual diseases. Then Trish gives them this multiple choice commitment threshold test, and then-" "Uh-huh, and when did she share with you what seems to me like very private information honey?" "Oh, we've met for lunch a few times, and...well, she's just a very honest and secure person. Trish is sort of refreshing actually. Don't you think?" "Sure. Refreshing. So tell me: When she says...them, how many others at one time equals them, I mean, how many at once? Because after more than two people, it just becomes an orgy, doesn't it?" "Actually, she only takes on two at a time silly. I'm sorry Gray. Is it bothering you that she and I hang and talk and stuff?" When Gray tried to disguise his initial surprise and fear, he knew that his sarcasm betrayed him. Now, trying to free himself from the mental paralysis of the chaos brewing between his feelings for the woman he loves, the woman he wants, his wild imagination, and the lingering ghost of guilt, Gray could not generate an answer. However, he did manage to shrug. With that, Clearice turned to face the computer again. "You think Trisha's hot, right?" asked Clearice plainly enough as she began to read the content of polylove.com. "You can be honest. I won't be jealous. You can't help but notice that she's really pretty, and well. sexy." "Then yes, I'd have to say that she is obviously attractive." Gray answered, as he tried to think thoughts cold enough to stop his penis from engorging with blood. "Why? Does it bother you that I might think she's attractive or...sexy?" Gray reached for the back of the chair, turned Clearice to face his direction, and then brought himself to rest on his haunches before her. "No," answered Clearice as she stared into her lover's eyes, and gently trailed her finger along the contours of Gray's nose, lips, and chin, "That doesn't bother me. And it also doesn't bother me that the two of you have already indulged in a little...flirtation." Gray's dwindling erection felt as if it had curled up, and hid itself in some secret place in the back of his scrotum. The look on his face betrayed the sudden feeling of emptiness that was working its way up from his balls, into the pit of his stomach. "Don't freak baby." Clearice laughed, "It's okay. I mean, you were minding your own business, being nude in the privacy of your own office, and Trisha couldn't help but stare. Who wouldn't stare?" Clearice leaned in to kiss Gray gently on the mouth. "You happen to be living in a very beautiful body. whispered Clearice. Struck dumb, Gray turned his gaze away, and scanned the surface of his desk long enough to see what looked like a questionnaire that had been partially filled out. Clearice followed his gaze, and noticed its target. "So." Gray uttered, thinking about how the situation was entirely too good to be true, "Is it fair to say then that you are genuinely interested in...Trisha on a polyamoric level?" "Oh, well...I don't know." Clearice answered, "I just thought that we ought to determine the full range of what really spices us up." "Spices us up?" Gray repeated. "yeah you know; figure out how to maximize our orgasms, understand what really churns the waters upon which our boat floats, determine how much churning our boat can handle and-" "And," Gray interrupted, "Ascertain whether we have enough room on our boat for anyone else?" Clearice laughed. "Only you can take my metaphors, and be as corny as me." said Clearice as she shifted her pelvis closer to the edge of the chair. "Is Trish home?" asked Gray, glancing out his office window. "No." Clearice answered, turning to look as well. I haven't seen her. But it's obvious that Velveeta is still kicking." "Are you finished filling out her questionnaire?" "Nope." answered Clearice, sighing. "I'm ready for a break. Besides, I think the two of us should complete it together later. For now..." Winner Takes All Clearice slowly raised her legs until her heels came to rest along the edge of Gray's office chair. He lowered his gaze to his lover's open labia, and the glistening clitoris, gleaming from beneath its hood "I think you should eat some pussy. She continued. What do you think?" Gray made himself comfortable by removing his shoes and getting on his knees. He proceeded to eat Clearice in his usual manner; tracing the contours of her vulva with his tongue, dipping it inside, lapping the alphabet against her stiffening clitoris, tonguing from one to ten, and then making alternating slow and fast circles around the bud of flesh as he augmented the stimulation by inserting his left index finger into Her vagina. Clearice had tilted her head back, and enjoyed the ride. Three minutes in, she began to softly moan in response to the tiny tremors that Gray's tongue sent up her spine. Five more minutes, and she was shuddering, moaning more loudly, and shaking from the ensuing explosive force of her coming. Before Gray could finish wiping the moisture from his face, Clearice tugged the shirt from his body, and told him to stand. Still reeling from her orgasms, Clearice had some difficulty undoing Gray's pants, her fingers not being able to keep up with her desire to take Gray's erection into her mouth. Finally, Gray's dress slacks and jockies fell about his ankles. Clearice admired Gray's nine inches within it's rust brown nest before she began dragging her tongue around his balls, along his shaft, and then around his bright red head. She pulled him closer, gripping his ass cheeks firmly. Clearice was completely focused, her head and neck undulating with each new press of her lips against Gray's bright red head, the polishing she gave it, her taking of his whole erection into her throat, and that extraordinarily slow way she brought her lips back up to the top. Gray stole a glance toward Trisha's window between Clearice's special sucks but was too enraptured by the control his lover had on him. It didn't matter what was going on around him at that point however, because Clearice had obliged Gray with the trick she had taught herself to do on his cock alone. Four undulations later, Gray's back was arched in absolute pleasure as Clearice gently lapped at the slow stream of semen that she had worked to the surface, contentedly swallowing each and every drop. Occasionally Clearice would finger paint some of Gray's semen along the shaft of his cock just so that she could lick it clean. By that time Clearice had given her chair up to Gray so that he could more comfortably grant her the indulgence. By the next evening, Gray and Clearice had completed Trisha's multiple choice commitment threshold test, and dropped it in her mailbox. Essentially, the test was designed to show whether or not the subjects were inclined towards jealousy, insecurity, possessiveness, mental/emotional abuse, physical abuse, or whether or not they indulged in any particular fetishes. The examination was either very cleverly constructed by Trisha or she had been able to procure a copy from the office of some behavioral psychologist. As for the provision of evidence that Gray and Clearice were untainted by any sexually transmitted diseases, Trisha accepted the results of tests the couple took two and a half years earlier, when Clearice first knew that she wanted to start sleeping with Gray. And because Clearice's doctor carried Trisha's insurance, she was happy to get tested in her office. When the results came in, the trio drove to the clinic. Trisha entered alone, and then returned to the car with a copy of results that indicated their companion's body was totally free of any STDs. The couple had their first tryst with Trisha on a Friday night. In preparation, Gray went out to purchase a variety of finger foods, three bottles of Shiraz, and a twelve pack of Molson Ice, and had masturbated twice that afternoon. The trio had debated over the phone whether they should just forego the strip poker, but the girls convinced Gray that the game wouldn't be as spicy that way. Trisha, dressed in a pair of black Nikes, white ankle socks, tight denim cut offs, and a beige colored T shirt with Turks And Cacos written across her breasts in white ink, arrived with her Spicy Dice, promptly at seven. It was around ten minutes after when Gray made everyone a drink, and Clearice loaded the cd player with Earth, Wind, And Fire, Enigma, and Gwen Staphani. It was around twenty minutes after when they brought their drinks to the kitchen table, and when Gray shuffled the deck for the first round. The game was five card draw, and Gray happened to win the first hand with three kings. Trisha came in second with a pair of tens, and Clearice had to take off a shoe. The second round was won by Clearice with the dead man's hand to her credit. Gray came in second with three sevens. Trisha had already taken her shoes off at the door, so then freed one foot loose of it's sock. By the fifth hand, each player had drunk their way to a soothing buzz. The girls were well into their now customary fits of laughter, and Gray flashed confident smiles at his partners. Gray was down to his lucky leopard print jockeys, which Trisha found highly amusing. Clearice was down to her black lace bra and panties. Trisha was down to a baby blue T back, and a pair of denim cut offs. Clearice asked Trisha if she was wearing panties. Trisha answered by taking another sip of wine, and shrugging. By the end of the sixth hand, Gray was the top loser, and by virtue of Trisha's pair of threes, she had to relieve herself of one of her two remaining articles. Gray stalled, suggesting that Trisha go first, since she was a lady. Trisha laughed at the remark, and said that if Gray stood and dropped his drawers, then so would she. Gray was instantly and fully erect from the blood pulse of anticipation. Clearice still in her bra and panties, felt a warm rush of lust rise through her sex and up against her skin as she watched her lover stand, tug the jockeys down from his waist, and shimmy out of them. As awkward as he felt, and perhaps caught in the headlights of Trisha's eyes, Gray stood there for a moment. Clearice turned to see Trisha's reaction, and saw an expression an artist might wear as she contemplated a painting she just completed. Upon Gray's casual return to his seat, Trisha rose to her feet, and stepped away from her chair so that both Gray and Clearice could see what she was about to do. As the couple looked on, Trisha slowly undid the button fly of her cut offs. From there, she caressed her way to her waist, and began pushing her shorts down from around her hips, her progress slowed by the tightness of their fit. Clearice thought briefly about whether the woman was stretching the sexual tension by design, as a stripper would when taking control of her audience, but quickly realized that Trisha absolutely loved her body, and would happily be her own audience, masturbating for hours before a full length mirror. By the time Trisha had pushed her shorts down to just above her knees, she stopped to see her companions' reactions. Gray stared hungrily at her sex. Although his erection had calmed down to about four inches despite his admiration of Trisha's fastidiously groomed pubis, her vaguely engorging pussy lips, the shiny gold loop piercing that rode her clitoral hood, and the glistening pink clitoris it framed, he was confident in the knowledge that his cock was prepared for extended use. Trisha then noticed how exquisitely flushed Clearice had become, her eyes wide, her cheeks, neck and chest reddening by the second, and her nipples growing so erect that the shadows they cast were visible despite the darkness of her bra's material. Clearice wasn't exactly sure what to do or how to feel as her sex began to pulse and as the goose bumps rushed up her spine, along her shoulders and arms. After Trisha relieved herself of her shorts, looking into the eyes of Clearice, she turned around twice so that her playmates could get a good look at her firm round ass. Clearice took another drink, giggling between sips, and was uncertain as to whose eyes she should look into, when, and for how long. It was then that Trisha tossed the shorts to her. Nearly missing them, and almost spilling her drink, Clearice raised them over her head, and proclaimed her victory. "Don't get too cocky honey." Advised Trisha as she returned to her seat, and looked over the copy of the rules that Clearice had printed out earlier, "This game ain't over yet. Okay then. Now that half of us are naked, the dice are brought into play. So Clearice becomes the dealer, and Gray rolls the dice. Alright then; dice are on the table, and the dealer deals another round." Clearice shuffled and dealt the cards. As the girls picked up their hands, Gray tossed the dice, and rolled a "lick" and "privates." As Gray raised his eye brows, Trisha tried not to smirk while Clearice tried not to seem too flustered. Eventually poker faced, the trio reviewed their hands. "Wow, okay." said Trisha, clearing her throat, "now if Clearice loses this round, she takes off a piece of clothing, and Gray has to roll again. If I lose, then I will have to lick his privates, provided everyone is still willing to play. Does anybody need another drink?" Both Gray and Clearice admit that they do, and go about filling their glasses. Returning to the table, Clearice and Trisha then looked at their cards. Trisha revealed that she had a pair of threes. Clearice showed that she had a pair of kings, and a pair of queens. Gray watched his fiancé's face. She turned to look at him, and then turned to watch Trisha remove her bra. Both Gray and Clearice admired her breasts fullness, their perfectly milky olive tinged white complexion, their dark pink areola, and the erect nipples at their center. "So what kind of... licking are we talking about here?" asked Clearice as the rush of goose bumps rippled across her skin. Trisha stared eye to eye with Clearice for a few seconds, her expression betraying not even the slightest hint of emotion. Presently, she shifted her gaze to Gray, and made a beckoning gesture with her left hand. Clearice suddenly became transfixed by Trisha's flexing her index finger up and down at Gray, feeling the strangest twinge of jealousy bubble in her gut. Gray's expression was plainly showing the turmoil that was beginning to simmer in the pit of his stomach. Still seated, his penis now embarrassingly flaccid, he turned and stared into Clearice's eyes, hoping that she'd either end the game or consent to its progress. "Let me just say that what you guys are feeling right now is perfectly normal." Said Trisha, breaking the silence, "Yeah, duh, it's a no brainer. I mean, you guys are two very hot people that happen to have developed an emotional investment in each other. Me? I admire and respect that investment. And I certainly also admire your bodies, but it's your personalities and that emotional investment in each other that makes both of you very charming and trustworthy." Trisha rose from her chair, and proceeded to casually stroll around the kitchen and living room before she resumed speaking. Clearice was riveted to her every word. Gray was admiring every inch of Trisha's body, glancing at Clearice on occasion. "You have an obviously secure bond. You guys wouldn't betray each other for anyone or anything. Now maybe the three of us can have a "triad bond," but any one or two of the three of us may not be able to handle it or wish to be involved in it for the short or long term. You can ask me to leave right now or you can have a good time tonight, and you might feel too guilty or ashamed to ask me back. That's fine. We can be lovers for a few months or a year. That's fine too. Three can break up as easily as two. Sure, it's not conventional, but it's really no big deal. Trisha rounded the table one last time, poised herself before Clearice, and proceeded to gently brush her hair back from her temples. In Clearice's face was a certain measure of peacefulness. Smiling, Trisha then lowered herself to her knees, and gently placed her hands on Clearice's thighs. Now it was Gray that felt the wave of goose flesh ripple over his back and shoulders as he watched Trisha kiss Clearice gently on the mouth. "Just trust me when I say," Trisha continued, still kneeling before Clearice, "That there will be no judgment, no pretense between the three of us at any time. We can do absolutely anything you want. It's okay. You guys just need to make a conscious shift in how you perceive your sexuality and desire. We each deserve to feel sexually gratified through any means we'd like; that is unless we're the kind of people that want to throw kids or animals into the mix. But that's not us, right? We've already made that clear. Otherwise, as long as we as rationally thinking people consent, all of our desires should come to light and fruition, because life is too short not to let them play out. So...relax, give in, and enjoy." Once again at half mast, and realizing that the moment of truth had arrived, Gray rose from his seat, and joined the two women on the other side of the table. "Now to answer your question," Trisha said, noticing how close Gray's cock was to her face, "I'll lick it any way I want until you decide that we're having too much fun. Clearice focused on the evolution of Trisha's expressions, on the undulation of her head and neck, and on the motions of her lips and tongue as she drew deeply into the exercise of sucking Gray's cock. Clearice found that she could not as yet look up into Gray's face, nor would she even attempt it for the time being. She thought better of it because it might cloud the feelings that grew as she watched the show, and felt the juice of her vaginal walls warm its way to the outside of her pussy. Unaware that Gray was glancing at her occasionally, Clearice took a moment to review the game's rules. She read far enough to learn that the cards were to be taken out of the game at that point, that it was her turn to roll the dice, and that no matter what she rolled, she was to take off her remaining clothes. As she reached for the dice, Clearice became engrossed by the manner in which Trisha was bringing Gray just shy of orgasm. Trisha's expression showed nothing but pleasure and concentration as she caressed his shaft with her fingertips, and ever so gently, lovingly brushed her tongue along every square centimeter of topography that was his swollen head. Clearice glanced quickly into Gray's face before rolling the dice, and saw the serenity she assumed he wore all those times they'd enjoyed each other, their eyes closed from the pleasure. Presently, she tossed the dice, and saw that she rolled a "tickle" and a "sex." "Uh...excuse me." Said Clearice, "Time out. Trish? Correct me if I'm wrong, but does my roll mean that I have to tickle one of us to an orgasm?" "Uh sort of." Answered Trisha, still holding Gray's cock close to her mouth as she peered at the dice, "Depending on whom Gray decides it should happen to, you'd have to tickle someone's sexy parts in the way that he chooses. Gray honey? It's your turn to direct. What would you like to see?" Clearice rose to her feet, and started to unhook her bra. Gray stopped her, and then hunkered down to where he could whisper into Trisha's ear. Seconds later, they both rose to their feet, and Gray gently positioned Trisha and Clearice so that they faced each other, their breasts barely an inch apart. Gray's and Clearice's eyes met as Trisha proceeded to relieve Gray's lover of her bra. Clearice then switched her gaze to Trisha, and she saw the seriousness in her eyes before she lowered herself to her knees. Facing Clearice's pussy, Trisha pulled the woman's panties to her ankles. As she used her feet and toes to move her panties totally out of the picture, Clearice noticed that Trisha had gently sniffed her pussy before returning to a standing position. Gray then held Clearice from behind as he whispered his directions into her ear. As her cheeks, neck and chest became flushed, Clearice reached her right hand towards Trisha's mound, and then began to caress its curls. From there, she gently fingered and probed the contours of Trisha's thighs, lips, and clitoris. As she realized the moisture that began to cover her fingers, Clearice found that her nipples had come to meet Trisha's. Clearice then began to probe more deeply into Trisha's pussy, and realized that she, for the first time, had just fingered her way passed another woman's introius, and into what was referred to in the medical profession as her vaginal vault. Suddenly, Clearice came very naturally to rubbing the necessary circular gestures around Trisha's hardening clitoris. Clearice only paused a few seconds when she realized that she had automatically begun sharing increasingly open mouth kisses with Trisha. Meanwhile, Gray had moved to a position behind Trisha, and was softly caressing both of the women's bodies. Gray came to feel that Trisha had begun to softly moan and shake from Clearice's touch, and suggested to her that it was perhaps her turn to roll. Caught up in her indulgence, Trisha asked Gray if he would roll for her. Gray obliged her, and rolled a "sex" and a "privates," which Gray communicated to them both. "Ahhh." Trisha said with a sigh, her eyes closed and her head back as Clearice slowed the progress of her fingers, "I'm feeling too good at the moment to give it much thought. I do think, however, that we ought to push someone's personal taboo envelope. I'm willing to take suggestions from the audience. What do you guys think?" "We can do anything we want?" Gray whispered as he watched Clearice plant kisses along Trisha's neck, chest, and breasts. "Anything." Answered Trisha, whispering the words ever so softly as Clearice resumed kissing her on the mouth. Gray then communicated his desire into Trisha's ear. If Clearice was listening, she might have heard his request, but it did not appear so. "Clearice honey?" inquired Trisha, "Did you hear that?" "Yes." Clearice sighed. "Is that okay with you?" "Yes." "Then Gray wins the game. Okay. Let's keep this natural, shall we?" Trisha took Clearice's hand and moved it back. Gray poised himself behind Clearice. Trisha then began to finger the flood of juice that had flowed from Clearice's pussy, and proceeded to finger it into her female companion's anus. With that, Trisha fell to her knees, stopped to get an adequate taste of Clearice's cunt, and then lay on the floor. Clearice then brought herself to her knees before her, and proceeded to eat Trisha's pussy as naturally as she had fingered her or kissed her lips. Presently, Gray fell to his knees as well, and went about carefully inserting his seething cock into Clearice's ass. Clearice whimpered as Gray breached each ring of muscle, and Trisha shook with each breath. Gray paced himself so that Trisha or Clearice might come first. In time, Trisha began to moan and push her clit hard against Clearice's mouth. Gray found it difficult to hold out any longer, so he stopped trying. As he came deeply into Clearice's ass, he began a chain reaction that caused Clearice to start coming, and Trisha to come even harder than she had been. Drained, Gray held his cock in Clearice's ass while Trisha settled into her post orgasmic calm. Presently, Trisha crawled her way around to Clearice's ass. Once there, she helped Gray pull out his cock, and assumed a position where she could lap up all the semen that he had left for her to eat. Just shy of spent, Gray laid back, and stared as Clearice carefully let go of his come a little at a time, and as Trisha licked it out of her anus until it was completely come free. Suddenly, his cock began to swell again. Trisha noticed, and then brought her self to face his cock so that she could lick it clean as well. Clearice had turned to see what was going on. She watched for a moment as she fingered herself to a few small orgasms before finally satisfying her curiosity by bringing herself to a position where she could see what it was like to toss a woman's salad. It wasn't very long at all before Clearice realized that she loved everything about it, from its heavy animal scent, to its texture, to the hot breath trapped between her mouth and her desire, and to the cool saliva that covered her face. It was that moment that Clearice knew that, for Trisha, with Trisha, she would not hesitate to do it again and again. Winner Takes All Damon reached up and swiped his hands back through his hair after closing the hatch and sealing it. Standing up, he took a step back and inspected the plate carefully. It had been carefully built to conceal its existence and the cargo contained within, but a quick glance ensured that it fit into place the way it was intended and that a casual search would turn up nothing to get them pinched. Satisfied, Damon turned and climbed up the ramp that led from the Albatross's cargo hold its living areas. He passed through the hall containing the general living quarters and ducked through the bulkhead at the end of the corridor. He hopped down from the bulkhead into the captain's quarters of the Albatross and pulled the hatch shut behind him, twisting the wheel to seal it. Damon spun around and grinned. "Well, she's all safe until we make our delivery tomorrow. RC and Thane already went Terra, but that's not surprising. Those two have been itchy to get dirt under their boots since they found out we were making berth on Eros." Tavi smirked slightly as she lounged on the bed. "Not surprising," she said with a little purr to her voice. Her overall appearance was that of a satisfied feline. Had she a tail, it would surely be flicking back and forth. "Figured I'd wait for you to see if you wanted to take anything before we left." Damon walked across the room and came to stand next to the bed. He grinned wide as he looked her over. "I can think of a few things I want before we head off-ship," he said, reaching out and running his fingertips along her side, over her hips and across the length of her thigh. He chuckled softly and ran his fingers back through his hair. "Actually, I was thinking, we're going to be on Eros for at least a week," Damon told her, circling around and dropping down into a chair near the small round table bolted in the center of their quarters. He leaned back in the chair and kicked his booted feet up onto the top of the table. Damon held up his hand, which had produced a deck of playing cards from somewhere on his person. "So I was thinking we could play a game for the time we'll be here." Tavi quirked a brow "A game that lasts a week?" "I suppose you could look at it that way," Damon said with a nod, casually splitting the cards and fanning them back together. "I say we play a game, and the winner gets the loser as their slave for whatever time we've got here on Eros when we're not conducting business." He smirked and shuffled the cards again, "What do you think?" Tavi smirked "What game?" "Oh, nothing that you're unfamiliar with," Damon said. "A friendly game of poker, with a few changes. First, the loser of each hand removes a piece of clothing. If the person is naked they will perform the instructions of the winner for a short period of time. Each time a winner has face cards in their hand, they keep them. The game ends when all the face cards are collected, and the winner for the week is the one with the most face cards." Tavi chuckled. "Sounds fun," she said. "Deal me in, but don't cheat." "Oh, I wouldn't think of it," Damon told her innocently, then smirked crookedly, "Not with you anyway." Leaning back in his seat, Damon pushed another chair out from the small table with his boot and shuffled the cards in his hand again. Tavi stood up and walked over to the chair. Kicking it around she sat on it backwards like she usually did and smirked at him. "Better not," she said. "I know where you sleep." "Much to my pleasure," Damon said with a grin, "and exactly why I wouldn't dream of cheating on you." He flipped through the cards one more time, then dealt them out, flopping a card down on the table in front of each of them, one at a time, until they each had five. Damon picked up his cards and peaked at them. He didn't hold a spectacular hand, but the pair of Jacks he held might have been enough. Keeping his face neutral, Damon looked up at Tavi across the table. Tavi put down all of her cards with a frown at Damon and motioned that she wanted them all replaced. Damon slid her cards to the center of the table and flipped out five more cards from the deck onto the table in front of Tavi. Damon laid down three of his own cards and drew three more to replace them. Tavi frowned again but held onto her hand (as she had to), "What do you have?" Damon laid his cards down on the table, though his expression was neutral still, as his hand could be easily beaten. He had a pair of Jacks, Spades and Clubs, as well as the Ace of Hearts, and two useless number cards. "How about you?" Tavi put her cards down and practically glared at Damon "I think you cheated." Damon laughed lightly and shook his head. "You just don't like losing. You're welcome to search me if you want," he told her with a wink, brushing his hair from his face. "Otherwise choose an item to strip. Pairs of whatever count as one item." Tavi rolled her eyes "Fine" she said and removed her vest. Damon smiled smugly and gathered up the cards, though he pulled the face cards he'd won with to the side in a small stack nearby. He shuffled twice and dealt out the second hand of their game. Tavi shook her head and snorted. "Think I better start dealing" she said and sat all her cards down again. "Oh, you've seen all my tricks. You'd know them if you say them," Damon said with a chuckle, dealing her out five more cards. Damon set down four of his own and pulled new ones from the top of the deck. He took a moment to look at his hand and arrange his cards, then he set it down. "Two pair, he announced, eights and nines, with a jack for company. What do you got?" Tavi put down her cards and wrinkled her nose a bit "You still have more face cards" she pointed out. "It's the second hand, I'm sure you'll catch up," Damon said, chuckling again, leaning back a little further and kicking off his boots. "Besides, it makes us a little more even. I wear less in the way of clothing than you, if I had to estimate." Tavi smiled sweetly "Makes it more fun to undress me" she pointed out as she waited for her next hand. Damon grinned, "That's the spirit, and I will be at that." He shuffled the cards again, avoiding any kind of fancy tricks so she wouldn't try to call him on anything, then flipped out their five cards each. Finally she got a face card! Trying not to grin, but having a horrible poker face, she put her 2 down. Damon raised an eyebrow. "It's a good thing we're not actually playing with chips, you look like the cat that ate the canary," he told her as he slid a card across to replace the one she'd discarded. Damon discarded three of his own and replaced them from the deck. He laid down a pair of Kings in his hand and chuckled. "Alright, what do you have?" Tavi glared hatefully at the 3 and put her cards down "Nothin" she pouted, "But at least I got a face card!" She had been hoping for a Queen or a 7. Pushing some of her hair out of her face she removed her boots after setting aside the jack. Damon gathered up the cards and then looked from the Jack to Tavi. "Ah, you only get to keep the face cards from winning hands, Love," he pointed out to her, idly shuffling the deck. "Urf .. must've missed that part" she said and grumpily handed the Jack back. Damon added it back into the deck and gave it one more good shuffle before dealing out the next round. He looked at his cards for a moment, then looked at Tavi. "What'd'ya want?" Tavi put down her two "Just one" she said. Damon nodded and passed across one card. Then discarded three of his own and picked more off the top of the deck. Damon sighed gently and laid his cards down. He didn't have anything except an Ace of Hearts for a high card. "I'm pretty sure you got me beat this time around," he said with a wink. Tavi wiggled her hips and grinned as she displayed her cards "And one face card!" she squealed happily. Damon laughed and gathered up the cards first, leaving the jack on her side of the table. The he reached up beneath his neck and pulled the zipper on his vest down in one yank, slipping the garment of his shoulders and tossing it aside. "Better?" he asked her curiously as he shuffled the cards a couple of times and then tossed her five cards, dealing out five for himself. (Two tens, a King, a 9, and a 5) Tavi frowned "As long as you're not going to cheat so I win" she said and put down the nine and five. "Now why would I do that? I want to win just as much as you do," Damon said with a crooked grin, sliding two cards off the top of the deck to her and then taking two of his own. Tavi smirked "So you don't have to think up anything for me to do" she said and put down her cards. "Oh, I've got plenty of ideas for you to do if you're my slave, no worries," Damon told her with a chuckle, setting down his hand. "Fullhouse, nines and sevens." "Ugh" she said and wrinkled her nose, putting down her three of a kind. She had honestly thought she had won that round. "Alright fine" she huffed as she pulled off her headband. "Remind me to catch you in your night wear the next time we play this game," Damon joked, glaring in amusement at the headband. Leaning over the table, Damon scooped up the cards and shuffled the deck. He flipped out five cards each and fanned them out in front of his face. Tavi shrugged "Not my fault you got me as I was ready to go out" she said with a smirk and kept the 9s. Damon reached over and gathered her discarded cards and the slipped three off the top of the deck. He considered his hand for a moment and then discarded two. "You're right, should have timed it a little better." Tavi nodded. "Yes you should," she said and showed her hand. Damon peaked at her hand for a moment, then shrugged slightly, laying down his three sixes. "That's alright, I'm making up for it pretty well," he said with teasing smugness. Tavi huffed and started to unbutton her shirt, but then seemed to think better of it and unbuckled her belt instead. Damon watched her undo the buttons, and then glared ruefully as she discarded the belt instead. He sighed theatrically for a moment, then leaned back and took his time shuffling the deck. "You've gotta be near running out of random items," he said, dealing out her five cards and his. (Ace of Diamonds, pair of 6's, 2, & a 4) Tavi looked at the belts on her arms and smirked. "Maybe," she said and then discarded the 2 and 4. Damon snatched the cards and handed her two from the deck, then he discarded three of his own. He looked at his cards for a moment, and then flopped them on the tabletop. It had nothing, with the Ace of Hearts high. "Whatcha got?" he asked dejectedly. Tavi smiled and laid out her 3 of a kind "Okay Mister - your turn to take something off!" Damon smirked and shoved a finger into the sash tied at his side. Pulling the knot loose, he tossed the sash away. "Another face card for you, too," he pointed out, taking the rest of her cards and slipping them into the deck, shuffling. He shuffled the deck two more times, and then dealt out the next round. (Queen of Diamonds, Queen of Clubs, 2, 5, 6) Tavi nodded and sat aside her ace then peered at her cards. Quirking a brow slightly she discarded the 2, 5 and 6. Damon gathered her cards and handed her three more. He discard two himself and then replaced them from the deck. Tavi put down her cards "Two pair, Queens high" she said and smirked at him. Damon looked at her for a moment, then smirked and laid down his own hand. "Three of a kind," he said, apparently quite pleased. Tavi had liked her queens and huffed, pouted, then sighed and took the belts off her arms. "Fine fine," she said. "I ever tell you that you're irresistible when you're cranky?" Damon said with a chuckle, watching her remove the belts from her arms as he scooped up the cards and shuffled them into the deck and dealt her out a new hand. "You always think I'm irresistible," she shot back as she considered her cards. Shrugging she put down the 6 8 and 10. "Mmm, that is true," Damon told her with a genuine smile, slipping her three new cards. "More so by the hand as well," he added, flashing her a grin. Damon took four cards for himself. Arranged his hand, then laid it on the table. "A pair, 4's." "Hmph" Tavi said "A pair of twos" shaking her head she thought about what next to remove, shrugging again, she lifted her shirt over her head and shook her hair out "Happy?" she asked with a grin. Damon lounged back for a moment, enjoying his newly acquired view of her upper body. He took in the sight of her beautiful breasts and her sweet round nipple and he smiled a little upon seeing the little pair of paw prints tattooed on her right breasts. "Things are definitely looking up for me," he confirmed with a smirk. When he was apparently finished admiring her, Damon shuffled the cards and dealt out their hands again. Tavi didn't mind preening in front of him, so did so to her full advantage. Smiling when he finished dealing the cards she discarded the 6 and 3 and waited to see what she would get next. Damon smiled back at her and flipped her two cards from the deck. He drew three cards himself and arranged his hand. Damon peered over the top of the fan at Tavi. "Whatcha got?' "Beat this," she said and put down her three 10s (as well as the others, but she was gloating over that one). Damon grinned at her enthusiasm and placed his own hand down, which comprised of only a pair of 4's and a King. "Afraid not this round," he said, unlacing the front of his pants and standing to peel them off. Damon stepped out of them finally and tossed them aside, leaving him only in his boxers. Tavi smiled and wiggled in her seat a little bit. She was down to only her pants, though it was unclear whether she had chosen to wear panties or not. Sometimes she did, and sometimes she didn't, whatever the mood she was in. "Getting close," she said and waited for her new cards. "Yes, it is," Damon said with a grin, tossing Tavi's Queen onto her pile of face cards and gathering up the rest before sitting back down. They were tied now with face cards with three a piece. Damon shuffled the deck and dealt their two hands. Tavi thought about it a moment and kept the 7s. She WAS going to try again for a straight, but figured she might as well go the safe route for the moment. Damon dealt Tavi three new cards, then picked up two new cards for himself. He rearranged his cards in his hand and tried to keep his expression neutral as he looked up at Tavi. Tavi made a little growly noise because she had gotten rid of her 9 dammit! But this gave her a two pair, which wasn't bad. Grinning, she put down her cards and looked at him expectantly. Damon grinned and set down four 5s with the King of Diamonds rounding off the hand. Wrinkling up her nose she stood up and wiggled her hips as she unbuttoned her pants. Then, smiling, she slid them down over her hips, which showed off her little black silken thong as she did. Then, as if thinking of something, she turned around and slid them over her legs, pushing her ass up slightly and wiggling it at him. Once she was finished she danced around a little and smirked at him as if to say 'nya nya' then sat down in her chair. "Alright, deal." Damon watched her little display with rapt attention, deep appreciating her little show and find it terribly difficult to hide his interest beneath the boxers he wore. "Mmm, you got it," he said, shuffling the deck and tossing out five cards a piece. Well this hand was more of a foot so she wrinkled up her nose and put them all down because to get new ones. Damon looked at her pile of cards, then looked at Tavi with a cocked eyebrow. "With little performances like that, it's a good thing I'm not cheating, because I don't think I'd be able to keep my concentration." Taking her cards Damon dealt her out a whole new hand. Then took four cards for himself. Tavi laughed, "Maybe that's the point?" She said and put down her cards. "You don't trust me," Damon asked with a slight pout, putting down his hand, which had two pair, 8's and 10's. He jokingly increased his pout for a moment, then stood up facing her. He hooked his thumb into the top of his shorts and pulled the band down slightly, exposing the lowest of the little blue stars tattooed on that side of his abdomen, and then he repeated with the stars descending the other side of his hips. Damon grinned at her and turned around. Wiggling his ass towards Tavi he finally dropped them to the floor and stepped out. His cock stood out proudly as he took his seat again and began shuffling the cards. Tavi watched his little display with a smile on her face, even swiping at his ass when it got close enough. "Now .. what were those rules again?" Damon grinned. "You never have been good with rules," he teased, then laid the deck on the table. "The game lasts until all the face cards have been collected. The winner is the player who's won the most face cards. If a loser for a round is naked, they must perform the instructions of the winner for a short period of time. Let's say a few minutes," Damon explained to Tavi. Tavi smirked. "Okay," she said and wiggled. "Let's do this then." Damon chuckled and nodded. "Alright then," he said, shuffling the deck and flipped cards out to make up their next hands. Damon picked up his hand and considered the cards, the looked up at Tavi. Tavi tilted her head, thinking, and then discarded a 3, 4, and 7. Damon slipped three new cards off the top of the deck for Tavi, then took two for himself. Damon changed his cards around and then peeked at Tavi. "So, think you're joining me, or ordering me around?" he asked curiously. Tavi grinned at the Queens. "Ordering you around," she said as she put down her cards. "I'm sure you'll come up with some very interesting instructions," Damon told her with a smirk, then put his hand down. "I think I'd like to see you out of that thong first, though, fetching though it is. Three of a kind." Tavi pouted. "Oh fine," she said as she stood up and gave the same little show she did before, though this time she did it much slower and spread her legs quite a bit to do it. Damon's grin became more crooked, if possible, as he watched her, and he reached out to run his hand over Tavi's round ass while she bent over. "Mmm, so beautiful," he murmured to her. As soon as Damon's hand touched her ass she quickly turned and sat down, crossing her legs she smirked at him. "Well that's likely all you're going to see for a while" she said. Damon pouted a little but leaned back into his chair. "I certainly hope not," he told her, grabbing the deck and shuffled through it a couple of times quickly. He dealt out their hands and then picked up his cards. Tavi hrmed and kept the 9s. Damon tossed three cards into the middle of the table with Tavi's, dealt our three to her and then took his own. He looked over his hand for a second before looking at Tavi expectantly. Tavi put down her two nines and wrinkled her nose. "Alright what do you got?" Damon sighed dramatically and laid his hand down. "Pair of 7's, hand goes to you," he informed her with a wry smirk. Tavi smirked and felt like saying 'see I knew it' because deep down she knew that Damon was more submissive than he liked to let on and hated to come up with 'things' for her to do. But, she didn't want to ruin the mood. "Hrm" she said and tapped her finger on her lip as she thought about what to have him do. "Let's do something easy then aaaaand ... you can give me a foot rub." Damon laughed and shrugged, "Alright, foot massage it is." Half standing, Damon picked up his chair and circled around the table closer to Tavi, which was fine with him, since the table would no longer hide any of his view of her body. Sitting the chair down, he bent over and picked up one of her feet and lifted it to his lap. He circled his fingers around her foot and started to expertly rub the sole of her foot. Winner Takes All If there was one thing that Tavi loved, it was a good foot massage. She closed her eyes and lounged back in her chair, making little 'oo' and 'aa' noises that she knew that he loved, and showed that she was enjoying the attention. Damon smiled, his eyes moving from her feet to her face, and then back again, loving the expression this brought onto her. He worked that foot over for several minutes, then gently put it down and lifted the other to repeat the process. Tavi closed her eyes and allowed him to continue rubbing her feet - she wasn't about to break the attention and go back to the game - she'd let him do that. Damon smiled and worked his fingers over the pads of her foot for a while longer, making sure to rub out every inch. After several long minutes, he finally bent over and gave her big toe a kiss before setting her foot back down. He grinned. "Alright, back to the game," Damon informed Tavi. "Awe!" Tavi pouted good-naturedly and sat back. "Alright fine ... deal." Damon smiled but knew he'd given her a damned good rub down. He picked up the deck and shuffled through it a couple of times and then dealt out their new hands. "Alright, what do you want?" he asked after she'd had a chance to look over her cards. "Another massage?" she asked with a grin as she handed over her 9, 4, and 2. Damon looked at her and smirked. "Guess you'll have to play your cards right," he told her, slipping her three new cards from the deck. "Or be a good little slave after I win and hope I'm nice enough to give you another," he added with a wink, taking one card for himself. Tavi hated how that always seemed to happen to her, discard a card and get another one the same! But she kept the smile on her face. "As if you'll win," she said with a little snort and put down her cards. Damon chuckled and shrugged slightly. "We'll see. Two pair, Queens, and 7s," he said, laying his hand down on the table. Tavi wrinkled up her nose. "Mm .. alright well that beats my two sixes..." Damon leaned back in his chair with a little smile to consider his options. After a moment, he grinned, "I really liked your performances earlier, except that they were so short. So come over here and give me a sexy dance." He rubbed his chin for a moment, then added, "Make sure to touch yourself plenty as well." Tavi rolled her eyes .. a sexy dance indeed. "You've been spending too much time fantasizing about the entertainments on Eros" she pointed out. Though she couldn't deny the fact that he was at least here with her rather than partaking of some of the more ... erotic pleasures that the planet had to offer. Standing up she smiled sweetly and shrugged "Where's the music?" Damon stood up and grabbed her quickly but both of her ass cheeks. He pulled Tavi close and gave her a quick, deep kiss, then looked at her. "I'm not the only one that's been fantasizing and you know it," he told her, winked, then let go and moved to one of the storage cabinets tucked away into the walls of the room. He pulled open one of the drawers, started digging through all the data cards inside, then finally pulled one out and slipped it into a slot nearby in the wall. Damon pushed a button on the display next to the slot and a moment later music was pumping through the speaker in a corner of the ceiling. The music was some of their favorites, but this card was definitely compiled for time alone just such as this. Damon smirked and took his seat again, lounging back on the chair. Tavi laughed and shook her head "Not as much as some" she pointed out as she started to dance to the music. The first song was a slower one, so it was more slinky of course - spreading her legs, and wiggling her hips, running her hands over her skin all of the regular stunts. Damon smiled and just sat back to enjoy. He liked all the regular stunts. Damon liked new stuff, of course, but he never got tired of seeing her and watching her. He could do this all day. Alright, not all day, eventually he'd be 'forced' to pounce on her and ravish her every which way, but aside from that. Damon stroked himself slowly as he watched her, in part to show his appreciation. Tavi smiled as she watched him, then the music stopped and she quickly sat back down in the chair "Nuh hu" she admonished "Only one song .. you said 'a few moments' so you got your thrills" winking she nodded toward the cards "How many face cards are left?" Damon pouted, "I said a few minutes, buuut, I guess that song was a few minutes long." Damon smirked and put his two Queens onto his stack. "Let's see, 8 face cards left in the deck. Still a ways to go." Damon shuffled the deck and started dealing out the cards. "Got any ideas for if you win?" Tavi smirked. "Dinner and a movie," she said and discarded her 5. Damon looked at her a moment, then nodded. "Sounds nice. Might do that if I win, too," he told her with a smirk, handing her a new card. He took 3 for himself after discarding three. Tavi looked at the 9 for a moment almost incredulously - she hadn't really thought that would work. Smiling she put down her straight. "Well, well, well," she said with a smirk. Damon glared at the straight ruefully. "Well that's a stroke of luck. With a face card no less," he told her, putting down his three 6's. "Alrighty, what do you want this round?" he asked her. Tavi laughed. "I think you should dance," she said, putting her face card in her pile. "I'm afraid that may be more humorous than your dance, but whatever the Lady desires," Damon told her with a chuckle. The song playing was nearly at an end, so he stood up and waited, then began when the next song came on. When the music started, Damon started moving, swaying his hips as he danced around her. He bent over occasionally and wiggled his ass towards her and then he turned around and swayed his hips, his cock bobbing in different directions. Tavi couldn't help it, she nearly fell off her chair with laughter "Oh that's great!" Damon smirked and sat down when the music finished. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he told her with a wink. Gathering up the cards to shuffle them. When he was finished, he dealt out the next round's hands. Well this one was obviously not going to be as easy. Setting down the little cards she held onto the king and looked at him expectantly. Damon picked four cards off the top of the deck and handed them over to her. He peeked at his hand for a moment, then set down two cards and took two off of the top to add back to his hand. Tavi put down her cards. "Pair of sixes," she said. Damon put his hand down on the table. "Three fives," he told her with a pleased grin. Damon reached up and stroked his chin for a moment, then patted his thigh. "Come here and straddle me," he told Tavi. Tavi laughed. "That's not hard," she said as she sauntered over to him and slowly lowered herself into his lap. "Mmm," Damon growled as Tavi settled onto his him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Terribly enjoyable too," he said, pulling her against him and kissing her deeply, his hands stroking the dip in her back. Tavi smiled and kissed him back. She broke off the kiss and looked at him with a stern look "You only asked for me to sit in your lap," she pointed out. "You have to follow my instructions for the next few minutes," Damon pointed out for her. "So kiss me," he then instructed, slapping her ass gently to punctuate the statement. Tavi laughed and kissed him punctually on the nose. Damon laughed and then growled deeply, spanking her again, this time with a hand on either cheek. "Kiss me on the mouth, long, and slow, and deep," he revised his instructions. Tavi jumped slightly when he slapped her ass but smiled good naturedly. She leaned forward slightly and right before her lips met his, she whispered, "Next time .. be more specific." but before he could answer her, she pressed her lips against his, then ran her tongue along his lips lightly as she breathed softly against him. Damon growled deep in his throat and kissed her back passionately. He leaned back in his chair and drew Tavi along with him while his hands gently kneaded her ass. Damon rocked his hips, grinding his cock against Tavi's pussy while they kissed. Tavi moaned softly but lifted her hips so that he couldn't enter her no matter how much he rocked against her, though her lips were swollen and wet. Damon didn't seem to mind and kept grinding his cock against her pussy, enjoying the heat of her sex and seeming intent on spreading as much of her juices on himself as he could manage. Damon broke their kiss after several long moments finally and took a deep breath. He sucked softly on the top of her breasts and then looked at her. "Probably time for the next round," he informed her a little breathlessly. Tavi smirked. "As you wish," she said and kissed him deeply one more time before sliding off his lap and going to sit at her chair. "Mmm, I have a lot of wishes if you're going to be so compliant about them," Damon told her with a smirk, leaning back in his chair and shuffling the cards at a leisurely pace. After a moment, he dealt out their next hands of cards. Tavi smirked and gave back her 3, 2, and 4. Damon took her cards and dealt her three more. He arranged the cards in his hand, discarded three and replaced them from the top of the deck. "Alrighty, what'd'ya got?" he asked curiously. Tavi put down her cards, "Pair of 7's and pair of 8s." Damon sighed and gave her a crestfallen expression as he put his hand down on the table. "Pair of 4's," he informed her, then shrugged and his grin returned. "So what are my instructions?" Tavi smiled sweetly, "I want you to touch me ... softly ... all over ... with your mouth and tongue." Damon's grin spread wide and he didn't answer, just slid out of his chair and crawled over to the foot of Tavi's. Leaning down, Damon kissed her big toe softly and then continued across her foot, kissing the tip of each toe. Softly he kissed up the top of her foot before passing to repeat the process with Tavi's other. Tavi squealed slightly and wriggled her toes at him. Damon laughed and wrapped a hand around her ankles gently and then lifted up her legs. His kissed up past her feet and began to suck softly on the inside of her calves. Tavi whimpered a little and leaned backwards with a little sigh. Damon continued past her knees and moved up between Tavi's thighs. He kissed their insides lightly, then opened his mouth and ran his tongue along their smooth length. When he reached the top, at the hollows near her hips, Damon sucked softly. Tavi moaned a little and spread her legs to allow him to have more access to that region. Damon smiled as his face hovered over her pussy and he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her arousal. Then he sat up further between her legs and took Tavi's hands into his own. He kissed her fingertips softly and then began to kiss his way up her arms. Tavi smiled and didn't mind at all that he didn't spend more time there, after all she had said 'everywhere' and she knew that once Damon got to her pussy he might not leave it. Damon kissed his way up her arms and over her shoulders. He kissed along Tavì¥Á7 ð ¿ bjbjU U "N 7|7| ÿÿ ÿÿ ÿÿ l¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 1/4L9L9L9L9 ly over her chest and the soft swells of her breasts. Tavi took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She moved her arms over her head and put her hands behind her head to relax a little. Damon leaned back a moment to admire Tavi in her new position. With her arms over her head, Tavi's back arched a bit, pushing her breasts up and out towards him. "Mmhmm, just like that," Damon encouraged. Her nipples pointed out at him invitingly and Damon leaned over and sucked one firmly between his lips. Tavi laughed softly and moaned as he suckled her nipple. She liked when he was firm like that so pushed her breasts up just a little more. Damon continued to suck on her nipple and he flicked his tongue across the tip of it. He wanted to reach up with his other hand to play with Tavi's other nipple, but he was trying to follow her instructions. After a moment, Damon let her nipple slide out of his lips but he wasted no time sucking her other nipple back between them. Tavi moaned again and smiled. "Don't spend too much time in one spot," she admonished, even though he had moved on to her second nipple .. Damon didn't answer her immediately, instead focusing on suckling her nipple for a while longer. Finally, after giving her a quick nibble, he let Tavi's nipple escape his lips. He glanced up. "Just reacting to what seems to please most," he said with a wink before sucking softly on the underside of her breast. Tavi smiled. "Mmm .. well I like it all," she said and wiggled slightly. Damon growled before he kissed down over her tummy. "Mmm, so... do... I..." he said, sucking softly down towards her belly button. Tavi laughed and wiggled slightly as she was a little ticklish around there. Damon grinned and slipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button, wriggling it slightly for good effect. He knew Tavi was ticklish and he liked to take advantage, though not enough to take away from the pleasure he was giving her. Damon kissed past her tummy and sucked softly on the skin of her hips. Tavi wiggled her hips slightly from side to side with a little whimper. Damon moved slowly downwards from her hips, dipping back down between her thighs. His mouth moved over her mound and Damon sucked on the soft warm flesh there, loving the heat that radiated up beneath his chin. Tavi pretty much stopped moving at this point, she just concentrated on not breathing too hard so she wouldn't bounce his head. Damon kissed downwards over her mound until her reached the top of her pussy, and then he kissed to the side of her lips, sucking in the engorged flesh on either side of her pussy. Tavi moaned and spread her legs wider, moving her hands down to twine into Damon's hair slightly. Damon moved his face lower and flickered his tongue where her lips met at the bottom of her pussy. He moved his tongue downwards, licking the space between her pussy and her ass, and then he licked over the opening of her ass. Tavi lifted her hips slightly to allow for more access "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked sweetly. Damon pressed the tip of his tongue against her asshole for a moment, then slid it back up towards her pussy. "You know it," he mumbled into her lips before opening his mouth. Damon closed his lips over her pussy and sucked her lips into his mouth firmly. Tavi moaned and lifted her hips up into his face again. Damon kept her lips firmly inside his own and slipped his tongue between them. He slid is slowly from her opening upwards, finally slipping it beneath the hood of her clit. Damon flicked his tongue once over Tavi's exposed clit, then let her pussy escape his mouth. He stood up and grinned crookedly. "Well, I think that's time up," he informed her before sitting down. Tavi blew air out between her lips and laid back limply. "I guess ..." she said with a little pout. Damon smiled at her, picking up their cards and shuffling the deck. He would have felt worse about it if Tavi herself didn't make a habit of leaving him hanging while playing games like this. Besides, he fully planned on making it up to her on later rounds. He finished shuffling and dealt her out her five cards, then dealt his own. Tavi put down her 3 and 2 and smiled sweetly at him. Damon cocked an eyebrow at her, since that expression usually meant trouble for him. He picked two cards off the top of the deck and placed them in front of her. He took two cards out of his hand and pulled another two off the deck for his hand. Then he looked at her, "Alright, what's got you smiling like the cat with a canary in her mouth?" "Pair of nines" she said as she put her cards down. Damon peaked at her hand for a moment and smiled. "A King, too," he pointed out with a nod. He laid his own hand down. "Pair of Aces," he said with a grin. With the first comment, Tavi had thought that meant she won, which of course was Damon's thought. Wrinkling up her nose she folded her arms, "Alright you win." Damon grinned and nodded, taking his Kings out of his cards and placing them on his pile. He turned his chair to face the table more and patted the top of the table in front of him. "Come sit here, put your legs on my chair arms, and spread your pussy open for me." Tavi quirked a brow but did as she was told and faced him, spreading her legs wide enough that it parted her pussy lips, but still she put her hands between her legs and spread her lips even farther with her fingers. Damon smiled, admiring the view. He loved seeing the extreme shade of pink of the inside of her pussy, especially when she was so aroused. "Mmm, you're very wet," he told her, licking his lips slightly. "Masturbate, Tavi. Finger your pussy and your clit, and tell me what turns you on while you're doing it," he instructed. Tavi quirked a brow slightly but started running her fingers over her clit, making sure to put them inside her pussy first so that they were fully coated. Licking her lips she closed her eyes slightly so that she was only peering at him through slits. "You turn me on," she said. "When you talk to me, when you whisper in my ear and suck on my neck. When you come up behind me and rub against me and run your hands over my ass. When you tell me what to do ..." all the while she was rubbing her clit in quick circles, her breathing coming a little faster. Damon leaned back and just enjoyed everything her show had to offer. He inhaled deeply as he listened to her words, smelling the perfume of her sex. He watched her finger move over her clit and he watched Tavi's juices collected at her entrance and slowly trickle down between her ass as they became too much for her pussy. After a while Damon decided he'd had enough watching. "What else, Tavi?" he asked her, sitting up in his chair and leaning forward. Damon reached out with two fingers, placing the tip of each at the entrance to her pussy and her ass and rubbing gently. Tavi quivered when he touched her and moaned softly. "When you touch me," she said. "When you taste me, and smell me .. and show that you want me." Damon smiled as he listened to her, loving her body's response to his touch. "Do you like when I kiss you, Tavi?" he asked, pushing his fingers forward and very slowly sliding them both into her openings. Tavi made a whimpering noise, a good one. Nodding she licked her lips again. "Yessss," she said as her fingers worked against her clit. "Do you like when I touch your body all over, outside... and in?" Damon asked her, slowly pulling his fingers outside and sliding them back inside her pussy and her ass. Tavi closed her eyes and rolled her head back, a blush creeping over her body from her neck down, a sure sign that she was close to orgasm. "Yess .." she moaned softly. Damon began sawing his fingers within her a little faster, seeing her impending climax on the horizon. "Do you like when I lick you, Tavi? Do you like when I stick my tongue in your pussy and your ass?" Tavi's body began to shake slightly and all she could manage before her climax crested was a small whimpered 'yes.' "Let me hear you, Tavi!" Damon told, loving when she really vocalized her orgasms. Then he pulled his finger out of her pussy and leaned forward, thrusting his tongue in to replace it, lapping at the inside of her tunnel. His other finger remained, moving quickly inside of her ass. Tavi laid back on the table, her body shuddering under him as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out in pleasure, nearly screaming as she did. Damon finally withdrew his finger but he remained with his face buried between her lips and his tongue deep in her pussy, lapping at the sweet juices of her release. When he felt Tavi nearing overload he reluctantly drew his tongue out of her opening and sat up between her legs, gently rubbing them. Winner Takes All Tavi lay back on the table, breathing hard, but not near as hard as she did when she orgasmed from Damon's tongue or cock. It was good, certainly, but always better when her orgasms came from him rather than manual stimulation. When she finally came down from her orgasm she sat up slowly, leaning most of her weight on her arms. "Time for another round?" Damon gently massaged her legs as he waited patiently for Tavi to come down from her climax. He smiled up at Tavi on her seat on the table. "Looks like it," he agreed with a nod. Damon raised his eyebrows. "You going to play right there?" he asked as he began to shuffle the cards. Tavi shook her head and swung her legs around to sit down on her chair. "No," she said, "All I need are splinters in my ass." Damon chuckled and shook his head. "I like putting a lot of things in your ass, but not splinters," he agreed, flipping her five cards out to her. He drew his own hand, then looked at Tavi expectantly. Tavi grinned at the kings and put down the 7, 4 and 2. Damon noted the grin and smiled a little, but otherwise silently dealt out her three cards. He looked at his own hand and snatched three cards for himself. "Alright, what'd'ya got?" Tavi put down her cards and grinned. "Two kings." Damon pouted a little as he set down his own hand. "Pair of 10's, guess you got me this round," he told Tavi with a chuckle. Tavi grinned. "With a pair of kings no less!" she said and put them to the side giving Damon her cards. "Alright .. now I have to think of something good" she said, tilting her head to the side. "Mmm .. I know" Standing up she bent over the table, putting her ass slightly in the air and wiggled it at him invitingly. "Come slide your cock inside of me." Damon pouted a little as he set down his own hand. "Pair of 10's, guess you got me this round," he told Tavi with a chuckle. Tavi grinned. "With a pair of kings no less!" she said and put them to the side giving Damon her cards. "Alright .. now I have to think of something good" she said, tilting her head to the side. "Mmm .. I know" Standing up she bent over the table, putting her ass slightly in the air and wiggled it at him invitingly. "Come slide your cock inside of me." Damon grinned crookedly and climbed out of her chair. "That's an instruction I can happily follow," he told Tavi, moving around behind her. He admired her ass as it waved in his face for a moment, then he stepped up behind her. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head on her lips for a moment, making sure to get it good and wet with her juices. Finally he centered his head at her opening and pushed forward, sinking his cock fully into her pussy in one stroke. Tavi moaned softly and squeezed her muscles slightly around his cock. She turned slightly to look at him from the other side of her shoulder. "Now .. move inside me .. and tell me what turns you on. But don't come. You are not allowed to come." "MMm, alright," said Damon, pulling out slowly and then sinking himself back into her body. "You turn me on," he said first, mirroring her own statement. "The way you look, the way you move," said Damon as he slowly moved inside Tavi. "The way you look at me with that hungry look in your eye." Tavi would loosen her muscles when Damon withdrew, only to clench again when he sank back into her. "And?" she asked. Damon groaned each time he pushed back into her pussy, feeling her walls close around his whole cock. "I love smelling you, Tavi, your hair ... your pussy," he said, groaning deeply in between his words. "I love touching you, your whole body, every inch. I love tasting you. Your mouth, your skin, your pussy, your ass." He sunk himself fully inside of her and held himself there for a moment, running his hands over Tavi's back and ass. "I love being inside of your body, Tavi, it feels... ugh.... Sooo good." Tavi smiled to herself and continued to clench around him "It feels good?" she asked. "How good?" "Oh, wonderful, Tavi," Damon groaned as he slid into her pussy again, his hands gripping and massaging her hips while he held onto her. Tavi smiled to herself again, she wanted to take him to the edge and then make him stop, so she squeezed around his cock again to see how close he was. Damon groaned loudly as Tavi squeezed him and sunk himself fully inside of her again, holding her hips and remaining still buried deep inside of her. Tavi shivered, goose bumps breaking out over her skin. Smiling, she quickly pulled herself forward, forcing Damon to withdraw from her body. "Looks like it's time for the next round," she said as she quickly turned away from him so he couldn't grab her again. Damon groaned in disappointment feeling his cock naked in the cool air again instead of snugly inside her warm inviting pussy. He smirked at her wryly and hopped down into his chair again to shuffle the deck, his cock standing up proud and wet with her juices and ready for more action as soon as it came its way. Damon dealt out their next hands and studied his hand for a moment, then looked at her. "How many would you like?" he asked curiously. Tavi frowned and put down her 6, 7 and 10. "Three," she said. Damon slipped three cards off the deck and hand them to Tavi, then he took two cards for himself. Tavi put her cards down and smiled. "Three threes." Damon smiled back and put his own cards down. "Three nines," he told her happily. Tavi smirked, "Alright, what do you want?" Damon smirked and sat back for a moment, looking at her thoughtfully. After a minute, he stroked his cock slowly, still wet from her pussy. "Come here and suck on me," he told her. Tavi smiled sweetly and sauntered over to him. Kneeling between his legs she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the shaft of his cock. "I thought you liked to have my juices on you." Damon smiled, feeling her soft tongue move over his shaft. "I love having your juices on me, and there will be plenty more on me soon enough." Damon smirked, reaching out and stroking her hair gently. "Right now, though, I want to see you lick it all off. I want to feel my cock in your mouth, your lips deep around my cock," he told her. Tavi smiled and ran her tongue over his cock again, from the top all the way to the bottom. She continued past the bottom of the shaft and licked each of his balls gently. She knew that he didn't like them to be sucked into her mouth, but she was pretty sure that he liked that much. Running her tongue up the shaft slowly, she circled the head of his cock slowly. Then, opening her mouth, she swallowed the head of his cock and sucked it deep into her mouth, using her tongue as a pillow against her teeth so that there was no scraping involved. Moaning softly, she took him all into her mouth as far as she could go. Damon rolled his head back a bit, groaning as he felt his cock slide deeper into Tavi's mouth. He reached out with his hands and gathered up her hair in a ponytail, partly to keep it away from her face, partly because he felt the need to hold onto something. He had the urge to hold her head and thrust his hips but he kept it under control, just enjoying the feeling of her mouth on him. Once she had as much of his cock in her mouth as she could handle, she swirled her tongue around. As she was twirling, she began withdrawing his cock slowly, continually swirling her tongue until she reached the tip of the head. Then she sucked softly on the tip. Then, she let his cock slip from her mouth "Good?" Damon smiled at her, but didn't let go of her hair. He shook his head, "It hasn't been that long. No, I want to feel your sweet lips and tongue on my cock for a while. I want to cum inside your mouth," Damon told her, twitching his cock in front of his face teasingly. Tavi smirked. "Well since you put it that way .." Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she 'got down to business' Sucking his cock into her mouth, she swirled her tongue and sucked him deep into her mouth, moaning softly. Then, sucking, she came back up. She picked up her pace slightly and swirled her tongue, going down again deep. Damon was torn between closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations of her mouth on him or watching her beautiful face swallow his hard cock, an enticing visual to be sure. It took a moment but he finally decided to close his eyes and just concentrate on the feeling of her mouth and tongue working on his member. He groaned as Tavi sucked him deep into her mouth. His hips lifted a little, urging her to take him deeper, but he did his best to keep it to a minimum. Tavi continued in that way, going faster and faster, swirling and sucking ... swirling and sucking. Damon had already been close when she'd told him to move inside her earlier, so it didn't take much longer before he felt his orgasm beginning to boil over in his balls. His groans began deeper and more insistent and his cock began to swell in her mouth. Finally he lifted his hips, unable to resist, and Damon began spilling his seed, nearly bellowing with the strength of his climax. Tavi smiled, though it was hard to tell with her mouth full of Damon's cock. As his orgasm crested, she started to suck more insistently, swallowing his cum as it entered her mouth. Tavi's sucking only made his orgasm stronger and he tried to keep his hips still as he continued to spurt into her mouth, shaking a little each time with his effort to keep still. Finally after a short while the flow of his cum subsided and Damon sighed deeply. Tavi continued sucking until he was tapped out. Smiling she let his cock drop from her lips and licked the tip once more for good measure. "Feel better?" she asked with a smile. "Mmm, much, but not done. Not even close," Damon told her with a smile. His cock had softened considerably but it was still half standing. Damon smirked then and reached down. He wiped at the corner of Tavi's mouth with his thumb and held it in front of her lips. "You missed some," he said with a wink. Tavi snorted and rolled her eyes. "Too bad you're not this fussily clean about our room," she teased and licked his finger off. Damon smirked and shrugged, leaving the point uncontested. "Cleaning our room is not nearly as sexy as watching you lick up my cum," he told her, brushing her check with his fingers. "Have I told you lately just how sexy you are?" Tavi shook her head. "Not recently," she teased and went back to her chair. Damon smiled and began shuffling the deck for the next round. "Well, you're damned sexy," he said with a grin and a wink. He shuffled through the deck again and then dealt them both hands. (King of Diamonds, Pair of 8s, 3, 2) Tavi peered at the cards and sat down the 3 and 2. "Good to know," she said with a smile. Damon scooped up the discarded cards and gave her two fresh ones. He looked at his hand, and took three for himself. (King of Clubs, 2) Tavi put down her cards and smiled. "Two pair - kings high." Damon looked at her hand and put down his own. "Pair of nines, you win," he told her with a wry smirk. Tavi smirked "With kings too" she pointed out, putting them away then thinking about what it was she wanted. They had both climaxed, and she knew that he wouldn't be good for another one for a while ... it was too bad they were alone. "Hrm" she said "Can I ask for something that will have to be fulfilled at a later time?" "Mmm, I don't know. Where one of us will be the other's slave after the game... What are you thinking?" Damon considered and then asked curiously. "Oooh .. I was thinking of having you partake in one of the many erotic activities that Eros has to offer while I watch ... " she tilted her head, "Or join." Damon smirked. "You are a kinky wench, you know?" he teased, then titled his head. "Do you know what kind of activity, or is that something you need to find out later?" Damon asked curiously. Tavi smiled "Oh .. I wanted you to pick .. if you want me to pick one I can .. but I'd have to go 'shopping' first," she said with a wicked little smile. Damon considered for a moment, then nodded. "I think that'd be fine," he told Tavi, then added after an extra thought, "Though, if you end up being my slave, the watching or joining part may not be up to you." Tavi laughed. "Then I reserve the right to use this at any time I want," she shot back. Damon laughed and nodded, "I'm alright with that." He scooped up the cards, then, and began shuffling them. He dealt out their hands for the next round and picked up his cards to examine. (9, 7, 3, 2, 2) Tavi wrinkled up her nose; she hated these hands. But, smiling at him, she set down her 9, 7 and 3. Damon smiled back and dealt her three off the top. Then he took three for himself. (6, 5, 10) Tavi put down her cards "Pair of twos" she said, as if he couldn't tell. Damon peered at her hand a moment, then grinned and laid down his own. "Pair of Kings," he told her, smiling. Tavi wrinkled up her nose "How many face cards are left?" she asked as she waited for her instructions. Damon took the Kings and added them to his pile. He glanced at his, then glanced at Tavi's. "One left, the Queen of Clubs it looks like," Damon told her. He tilted his head, then he patted the top of the table in front of him. "Why don't you take a seat here again, just like last time," he said with a smile. Tavi mused that it wasn't the queen of hearts, but shrugged and sauntered over to the table and sat in front of him. Damon smiled and reached out with his hands, running them along the length of the inside of her thighs. "Now, sit back and enjoy," he told her, leaning in and sucking softly on the inside of one of her thighs. Tavi had, fortunately, had enough time to relax slightly from her last orgasm so she wasn't trying to shy away from him as she usually did shortly afterwards. She smiled at him ruefully however. "First .. I thought I was suppose to do something for you," she pointed out. "And second .. you haven't had enough?" "You supposed to follow my instructions, and right now, I want you to lay back so I can feast on you more," Damon told before sucking on the inside of her other thigh. "And no, I could never get enough of you. I could eat you all day and still be hungry for more." With that Damon kissed Tavi squarely on the splayed pink lips of her pussy. Tavi sucked in her breath when he did that and leaned back, spreading her legs farther. Damon growled and nuzzled his face further into the wet petals of her sex. Even though she had already climaxed once, he started slowly, just moving his face through her folds, softly licking and lapping, apparently intent on collecting any juices he might have missed from her orgasm. Tavi's lips swelled at the attention, it wasn't really that she had 'lost' her arousal, merely that it had slipped backwards a bit after her orgasm, as it was want to do. She moaned again as his face continually brushed against her, bringing it back to the forefront. Damon lowered his face amongst Tavi's folds and his tongue found the opening to her pussy. Sliding his tongue deep inside of her, he began to wriggle it inside her tunnel, lapping at her sweet walls. Tavi shivered and moaned, lolling her head back as she rested on her arms. Damon smiled into her folds, always loving the sounds she made when he pleasured her. He wriggled his tongue in her channel again, and then withdrew it slowly. Moving downwards, he tickled the smooth skin between her pussy and her ass lightly, and then pressed the tip of his tongue against her rear opening, feeling its soft ridges against his tongue. Tavi squirmed slightly, but tried to keep her movements slow and easy so she didn't make him feel that she was pulling away. Damon reached up and gripped the globes of her ass with his hands, squeezing them admiringly for a moment, and then used his thumbs to gently pry them apart. This loosened Tavi's rosebud slightly and Damon slid his tongue a little bit in her ass, wriggling it against the smooth flesh inside. Tavi made a small squeaking sound as he did that and shivered again, though she didn't pull away. It always seemed to shock her whenever he did that, but it certainly didn't displease her. Damon withdrew his tongue from her ass and slid back upwards. He dipped his tongue into her opening for just a moment, and then slid his tongue up into her folds. Damon reached up and gently took hold of the hood hiding her clit and he carefully lifted it up. He licked her clit softly for a moment and then Damon leaned back and blew lightly on the slick little button. Tavi gasped slightly as his tongue found her clit. Small chills ran through her making her shudder all over when he blew on it and she moaned softly. Damon smiled and leaned forward, licking it lightly and then blowing at it again. He loved watching her engorged clit swell under his attentions. Finally he leaned forward and pressed the top of his tongue against Tavi's hot little button, wriggling it on its smooth surface. As soon as firm contact was made, Tavi's hips bucked forward slightly, almost of their own volition. She moaned again, though this time deeper in her throat and brought one of her hands up to tweak at her nipple, pulling at the skin slightly causing the paw print tattoo to stretch a little before bouncing back to its original shape. She twirled her nipple through her fingers, almost in the same motion as Damon's' tongue. Damon glanced up and growled. He loved when she played with herself, especially while he was doing so as well. He wiggled his tongue over her clit continually, loving the feel of its soft swollen feeling. With his free hand, Damon reached up beneath Tavi and tickled her rear entrance again with the tip of his middle finger. After a moment, when he felt it relax, Damon slid his whole finger into Tavi's ass up to his knuckle. Tavi's body, already warm to the touch, heated up considerably when he did this. Moaning again, Tavi squeezed her legs a little around his head and shuddered, her breathing coming hard and fast again. She'd already orgasmed once, the second time would take much less effort. Damon rocked his finger in and out of her ass. He kept her hood carefully away from her clit and he licked her sweet button faster and more firmly. After a minute, Damon added a second finger to Tavi's ass and curled their tips upwards as he pumped them inside of her, rubbing her pussy through the thin wall that separated both tunnels. Tavi moaned again, this time deeper and more insistent. She moved her hands from her breasts and lay back on the table, lifting her hips so that her pussy was firmly pressed against Damon's face. Crying out softly she held onto Damon's head, her breath coming faster as her orgasm started for the second time. Damon could no longer keep a hold of Tavi's hood, so slick it had become and so erratic were her movements. So instead, Damon sucked her clit between his lips and kept flicking his tongue across the swollen button's tip. He kept pumping his fingers inside her ass, feeling her tight hole spasm around his digits while her pussy gushed juices out onto his hand and over his chin. Tavi cried out again, this time long and drawn out as her orgasm washed over her, and consequently washed over Damon in a different manner. Damon let go of her clit after a few moments, knowing that she would soon overload if he kept at it, and instead latched his lips around Tavi's opening, shoving his tongue deep inside of her and lapping at her tunnel. He tasted the sweet nectar of her orgasm, even sweeter than the normal cum that dripped from her sex when she was aroused, and sucked it into his mouth hungrily, feeling it slowly slide down his throat. He stopped moving his fingers but he left them deep in Tavi's ass, lazily curling them up to tighten her pussy around his wriggling tongue. Winner Takes All Once her orgasm subsided slightly she wiggled away from him. Sometimes, especially after a particularly spectacular orgasm, she didn't want to be touched for a moment afterwards. "Okay!" she said, as she scooted away trying to catch her breath. Damon chuckled, knowing exactly why she distance herself so quickly. He knew Tavi got over sensitive for a short while after an orgasm. Especially when her climax was that strong. He smiled like the Cheshire cat, though, his face covered in slick juices from his nose to his chin. Damon licked his fingers off slowly, meticulously, before picking up the deck. Tavi smirked. "Alright you look like the cat who ate the canary .. and I'm not sure if I like being the canary," she said. "Deal the cards." Damon licked his lips with a smirk. "If you didn't like being the canary, my face wouldn't be this wet," he told her, dealing out their fives cards a piece. (Pair of 8's, 6, 3, 9) Tavi wrinkled up her nose and put down the 6, 9 and 3. Damon dealt her three new cards, and then took three for himself. (pair of 7's, 2) "Two pair," Tavi said as she sat down the cards. Damon looked at her hand, and then laid down his own. "Pair of 10's, you win," he told her. Tavi smiled. "Alright .." she said and tilted her head. "So I'm no good at this," she added as she thought. "At least, not with what we have available that we haven't already done," she added with a pout. Looking around the room she got up and walked over to the bed and stretched out "Give me a massage," she commanded. Damon grinned and climbed out of his chair, walking towards the bed with his usual swagger, his tail swishing back and forth happily. He stepped next to the bed and admired her stretched out for a moment. "You always did like my massages," he said with a chuckle, kneeling on the bed near her feet. "I just need something to relax me after the earlier performance," she teased. Damon reached up and twined his fingers into her hair, rubbing her head gently. "Oh, I think we can manage that," he told her, withdrew his hand and wrapping his fingers around her calves, gently working her muscles with his fingers. Tavi closed her eyes and moaned softly, it was akin to the sound that she had made when he was eating her. Hearing her sounds of pleasure, whatever he was doing to Tavi, always made Damon feel good. He continued working her legs with his fingers, moving up past her knees and working on the backs of her thighs. Tavi shivered when he moved past the back of her knees - a particularly sensitive spot for her! She moaned again though when he got to her thighs. Damon took his time with her thighs, moving his hands up and down their lengths many times, working the muscles firmly with his fingers. When he was sure most of the tension was gone, he slid his hands up and gripped the swells of Tavi's ass with his fingers. Damon separated the cheeks and kneaded them slowly and firmly. Tavi thought about lifting her hips up so that while he was doing that it would spread everything to give him a good view, but thought better of it. She wanted to be able to enjoy a full massage after all! And distractions would be just that .. distracting! Damon was managing to sneak peeks anyway, each time he separated her cheeks to work Tavi's flesh between his fingers. Between her sounds of appreciation and the warm feel of her flesh in his hands, Damon had more than recovered from his previous climax but he was doing a good job of staying on task. Reluctantly he allowed her ass to escape his hands when he felt they were finished and his moved his hands up, fanning his fingers out over the small of her back, working it gently, careful of her spine. Tavi let a smile spread across her face as he moved upwards. Mostly because she really DID love massages. "Mmmm you're so good at this." Damon smiled down at Tavi as his fingers worked her muscles, his hands moving very slowly up her back. "I aim to please," he told her, his thumbs working out a particularly tight spot expertly. He reached the top of Tavi's back and his fingers rounded over her shoulders and her neck and he began to knead the muscles through that area. Tavi was relaxing so much that she was nearly falling asleep by this point. Damon smiled, watching her eyelids grow heavier and heavier as he worked the tightness out of her neck and shoulders. When he finished her massage and he could tell Tavi was near actual slumber, Damon gave her ass a swat, firm enough to wake her but not hard enough to hurt her. "Next round," he declared with a smirk. Tavi yelped when he smacked her but sat up with a mock pout "Awe .. I was just getting comfy," she said but went over to her chair. "How close are we?" "There's one face card left to win," Damon told her, taking his seat at the table and grabbing the deck shuffling. He dealt out their next hands and looked at her with a smirk. Tavi agonized over what to do - a pair of 6s at least meant that she had a guaranteed pair .. but this WAS poker. Keeping a strait face she put down one of the sixes. Damon raised a brow as Tavi put only one card down. She hadn't done that all game, which meant she probably had a good hand. He dealt her a card off the top of the deck, then took three for himself. Tavi couldn't believe it - she'd pulled another strait! Smiling she put down her cards "What do you got?" she asked. Damon raised his eyebrows, "You sure are pulling some good hands from somewhere." He put down his hand and shrugged, "Pair of 4's, and the Queen of Clubs, not that it matters," he said with a chuckle. Tavi could've groaned, because she had no idea what to do now that she had won, but at least she HAD won and it WAS a damn good hand, so instead she preened. "Too bad I didn't have that Queen though," she pouted. Crossing her legs she started thinking about what to do. Damon leaned back and waited with a grin. "Better make it nice. Might be the last time for a week that you get to order me. Queen or no Queen, your name's 'Slave' for a week when someone wins her." Tavi thought about it for a moment, looked at her little pile of cards and then looked at his much bigger one and nodded. "Alright," she said. "If I lose," and she knew she was going to at this point, "during the week, you owe me dinner .. a nice fancy one." Damon tilted his head for a moment, then grinned wide. "You know, that's kind of funny, because I had already planned on that," he told her, gathering their cards and shuffling. "You got it," he told Tavi firmly, dealing out their next hands. Tavi wrinkled up her nose and just put all of them on the table "Try again" she said with a smile. Damon chuckled and dealt her out a whole new hand. Then he took three cards off the top for himself. (Pair of 2s, 4, 9, 3) Tavi put down her cards "Pair of twos." Damon smirked and put down his own hand. "Pair of 4's, and the Queen of Clubs," he told her with a smug smile. "Mmm, mine for a week," Damon said, pushing the cards into a disheveled pile on the table. He climbed out of his chair and walked to their bed, hopping down on it. Leaning back, Damon stroked his cock lightly. "Come here and ride me... Slave," he commanded. Tavi smirked. "Never one to beat around the bush," she said and pretended to study her nails. "You like me that way," Damon said, narrowing his eyes at her from across the room. He remained where he was, stroking his manhood in a very open manner. "Come here," Damon repeated himself, more commanding in tone, "and ride my cock, Slave." Tavi smirked and stood up, walking over to him very, very, slowly. Once she got to him, she straddled his lap and leaned forward, whispering in his ear, "You have to move your hand first." Damon looked up at her with a smirk, knowing she would try to make this as difficult as she knew how. He let go of his cock and turned his hand upwards, running two fingers through the folds of Tavi's pussy and over her clit once before removing his hand from between them. Now it was Tavi's turn to put her hand between them. Grasping his cock firmly, she guided it toward her pussy. Once she felt the head enter her opening she moved her hand and placed it on his chest. "Like this?" she asked as she slid down the shaft of his cock. Damon groaned as he felt Tavi's body envelop him and he smiled up at her. "Oooh, just like that," he assured her, wrapping his fingers around the sides of her waist and lifting his hips up into her. Tavi smiled and rocked her hips a little, then pushed with her hands on his chest so that she could slide up his cock then slide down again, rocking her hips forward in a 'riding' motion. "Or like this?" she asked. Damon groaned again and raked his nails up the skin of Tavi's back softly as she moved. "Oh, yes, like that as well," he told her with a grin, loving every sensation she was creating, riding on top of him. Tavi smirked and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a deep kiss, using her tongue to part his lips as she rocked forward, lifting her ass as she did so then bringing it back down again. "Or like that?" she asked, after breaking the kiss. Damon closed his eyes and kissed her back deeply, pulling her against him firmly with his arms. He groaned into Tavi's mouth as she sunk back down onto him and looked at her when she spoke. "Oh, definitely. All three, you feel so damned good, Tavi," Damon told her, grinding his hips up into her when she was pressed against him. "Do I?" Tavi asked almost innocently as she squeezed her internal muscles around his cock as she slid back up. Then, rolling her hips, she picked up the pace a bit. "Sooo good," Damon said, though it came out more as a grunt from deep in his throat. He slid his hands down Tavi's back again and gripped her ass tightly in both hands. Damon used his grip to help Tavi when she lifted off of him. Tavi smiled, she loved when he said things like that. She knew it probably annoyed him that she asked, but sometimes she needed reassurance. Leaning forward, she kissed him again as she rocked harder and faster against him. Damon lifted his hips up into her as she quickened and kissed her back deeply, slipping his tongue between her lips. He kept his grip on her ass to help her movements, and he spread her cheeks wide, delving his fingers into the slick valley between and tickling her stretched lips and rear passage with their tips. As she rode him, Damon idly thought about installing a mirror behind Tavi, so he could watch as she sunk his hard cock into her beautiful wet pussy. Which was probably a good thought, except Tavi rarely was in the same place when she rode him. Moaning softly, she let go of his lips and made a trail of kisses down to his throat where she lightly nipped at the skin near his pulse. Her breathing was coming faster as she moved faster against him. Damon growled and tilted his head to allow her better access to his neck and sucked softly on the flesh of her collar. He could tell from her breathing that Tavi was getting closer to another orgasm and Damon concentrated on getting her there. When she sunk down on him each time, Damon pulled her against him and rolled his hips up, grinding against her clit with each thrust. Tavi closed her eyes and whimpered slightly, but held onto Damon with her hands on his chest and her mouth on his throat. When she felt her orgasm building up, she threw her head back, placed her hands behind her on Damon's thighs and cried out, riding through her orgasm hard and fast. Damon let got of Tavi's ass and slid his arms up around her back, supporting her through her orgasm. He stilled his hips, but he leaned forward and sucked one of Tavi's nipples into his mouth, nibbling on it firmly as he felt her pussy clamp spasmodically around his cock. If he hadn't already cum once recently, the massage he was receiving would have already had Damon joining her in climax. Tavi cried out again and dug her nails into Damon's thighs. Her body wracked with her orgasm. After a moment she tried to control her breathing but wasn't moving while sitting in his lap, obviously trying to 'come down' as it were. Damon cradled Tavi in his arms and sat back, drawing her close against him. He wasn't finished with her yet, but he also loved these moments after she'd exploded, just holding her and feeling her heavy breathing move her whole body. Damon held her and kissed her head lightly, patiently allowing her to recover, his cock still rock hard and resting happily in her hot, wet body. Tavi stirred slightly once her breathing had calmed and her heart rate returned to, somewhat, normal. Smiling she kissed him softly but rocked forward a little bit while doing so. Damon rocked his hips forward slowly to meet Tavi's and he kissed her back tenderly. His hands moved over her body again now, his fingers cupping the sides of her breasts for a moment and then trailing down her sides. After a minute or two of soft kisses and gentle touches, Damon leaned back and took a hold of her ass again, squeezing her cheeks tight. "On the bed, hands and knees, Slave. Ass in the air, at the edge of the bed," Damon commanded suddenly. Tavi grinned, she could tell Damon was having too much fun with this, which made it that much more fun for her. "As you wish," she said huskily and quickly moved from his lap, listening to his breath hiss through his teeth as she did so. Moving to the end of the bed, she rested on her elbows and put her ass high as she rested on her knees. Damon was tempted to have Tavi clean him off again with her mouth, but he wanted to get to other things. He was having a great deal of fun with their arrangement. Damon had a week to capitalize and he planned on doing just that. He had some plans in mind for her enslavement and though he hadn't cheated to win, he'd never cheat Tavi, even if he had no scruples concerning anyone else, Damon was very glad that he had. Damon climbed off the bed, grabbing a pillow from the top. He tossed it on the floor and kneeled down on it, facing Tavi's up thrust ass. He loved to see her from every position and every angle, but this was definitely one of his favorites. Damon reached up and caressed the tight globes of her ass lovingly. "Do you like the idea of being my slave for the week, Tavi?" Damon asked her. Tavi thought about it for a moment. "Yes .. it will be fun," she said. "I'm going to use you, you know? For whatever I can think of," Damon warned, his fingers trailing over the graceful curve of her back and then between her cheeks, over her asshole and through the sopping folds of her sex. "And you'll have to follow my commands, whatever they be." Tavi grinned, Damon talked a big talk, but when it came down to it she knew that he'd never ask her to do anything she wasn't comfortable doing, or if she said 'stop' (and meant it), he would. "I know." Damon grinned, and knew that she would be a good sport about it as long as he didn't ask her to do anything outrageous. He would, of course, think of outrageous things for Tavi to do, but nothing he didn't think she'd be willing to normally. Damon grabbed another pillow off the bed and tossed it up near her head. "Lay on that. Reach back and spread your ass for me," he commanded. Tavi smiled and put the pillow under her head. Laying down with her head tilted slightly so she could watch him, she reached behind her and grasped onto her cheeks with either hand, pulling them apart for his view. Damon grinned as he admired her. There was something about having Tavi display herself to him that was terribly appealing. After a moment's adoration Damon slid his fingers into her folds, coating them in her copious juices thoroughly. Then he flicked a fingertip over her clit right before plunging two fingers into her pussy. Tavi gasped slightly, but kept the smile on her face "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "I love what I see, Slave," Damon told her, slowly pumping his fingers in her tunnel. "You have such a beautiful pussy, Tavi. Such a beautiful ass. Two incredible parts of an entirely gorgeous whole," he said. Tavi wiggled slightly as he pumped inside of her. While she loved when he touched her inside and out, she never felt as if his fingers were as fulfilling as his cock. Damon grinned, watching her wiggle as he slid his fingers inside of her pussy. He knew it meant she wanted more but it still made for an enticing visual for him. Damon withdrew his fingers and ran them over her lips and her asshole. He plunged them back into her pussy and swirled them inside of her. Withdrawing them again, he slid them the length of her valley again, spreading her generous juices all around. Finally he rested his fingertips against her slick asshole. Damon wiggled them for a moment against her opening and then slid them smoothly into Tavi's upturned ass. Tavi gasped slightly and turned her head into the pillow to muffle it a little bit, but she didn't draw away from him. Damon gave her a moment to get used to his fingers in her ass, even though she'd already had them there earlier, but eventually he slid them slightly out and them plunged them back in. Gently he began to pump his fingers in and out of Tavi's ass. Tavi continued to whimper but put her face back the way it was so that her cries were not muffled any longer. They weren't bad sounds, as Damon well knew, and instead that she liked what was being done to her. Sometimes, when she was being pleasured, it was hard to tell if her sounds were of pleasure or pain. Damon knew Tavi'd let him know if she didn't like what was being done to her, so he took the sounds coming from her as a good sign. He continued to pump his fingers in her ass for a short while and then he withdrew them again. Sliding his fingers down, Damon rewet them with the juices spilling out of her pussy. He replaced them at the opening to her asshole and again wiggled his fingertips against it a moment. Then, adding a third finger, Damon began to slowly sink them back into her ass. Tavi sucked in her breath for a moment, tightening up slightly but then let it out slowly, relaxing all over so that he was able to insert three fingers. She had an idea where this was going... Damon stopped when he felt her ass tighten on his fingers and he waited patiently. When she relaxed, Damon smiled and continued sliding his fingers into her ass. "Mmm, good Slave," he encouraged her, watching her ass stretch beautifully around his fingers. When they were up to his knuckles inside of her, Damon just held them there inside of her for a few moments. Then he slid them out slowly and began pumping them back into her body. Tavi whimpered a bit, but that turned into a deep moan as he pumped his fingers into ass. Damon continued to pump his fingers in her ass for a short while before slowly slipping them out. He kneeled down behind her on the pillow again and leaned in behind her. Burying his face between her cheeks, Damon ran his tongue from her clit, through her lips and over the opening to pussy. He slipped his tongue into her pussy and wriggled it around for a moment, and then he slid it upwards again. Tavi moaned again and rocked her hips up slightly, not to get away from him but to give him a longer road to travel. Damon made a sound that seemed halfway between a chuckle and a growl, knowing what she was doing. It wasn't an angry sound, though, he was amused and aroused all at once. Damon slid his tongue up, only enjoying the road longer for its extension, and stopped only when the tip found her asshole. With Tavi obligingly spreading her ass for him, Damon had no problem wriggling tongue entirely into her ass. Tavi whimpered again and moaned, but again .. smaller objects, no matter how good it felt, never felt as good as the larger appendages. Damon slid wiggled his tongue deep in the smooth channel of her ass for a short while, then slid it out and leaned back. "What do you want, Slave?" he asked her, knowing her moans were not nearly as strong as they could be, though he had a good idea why. Winner Takes All Tavi smirked. "To please you," she said. Damon flicked his tongue lightly over her clit, poking out at him enticingly from beneath its hood. He smirked. "Good answer," he told Tavi, then slid two fingers into each of her openings and began pumping them immediately, "But not what I mean, and you know it, Slave." Tavi moaned softly and then laughed. "If this was about what I wanted, I would have won," she said with a smirk and peered at him over her shoulder. "Unless you're done playing? You can always call quits you know." "Oh, I can play all night long," Damon told her as he continued to stroke his fingers into her pussy and ass. "Can you?" he asked, pressing his thumb from his other hand on Tavi's clit firmly and began rubbing it. "Do you like my fingers inside of you, Tavi?" "Probably not," Tavi admitted. They both knew that sooner or later she wasn't going to be good for any more. Too much pleasure only ended up becoming TOO much and she couldn't handle it. But for now ... "Yes ..." she said. "Though I like ... other things more." "Other things?" Damon asked her with a curious tone, pumping his fingers in her a couple more times before withdrawing them. "Things like this?" he asked, standing up behind Tavi and rubbing the head of his cock over her ass. Tavi laughed softly. "Yes," she said and wiggled her ass against his cock "Just like that." Damon nudged his head against her openings gently, enough to tease but not enter her. "Do you want this, then, Tavi?" he asked her. Tavi smirked and peered at him with a sweet little smile on her face. "If you think you can handle it." Damon chuckled and then delivered a smart swat to one of her cheeks above her hand. "I asked if you want my cock, Slave. Answer the question," Damon said, trying to sound sterner. Tavi couldn't help it, she laughed. "Yes .. I want your cock in my ass" she said with a grin. Damon brought his open palm down on her other cheek for laughing. He raised his eyebrows, though. He hadn't really expected her to specify her ass. Damon slipped his cock between her lips and then thrust himself into her pussy in one stroke. He moved slowly in and out of Tavi's pussy. "You sure you want it in your ass, Tavi?" Damon asked her. Tavi jumped slightly at the slap, but then groaned loudly as he entered her. "Yesss," she said. "Yes I'm sure." Damon continued to stroke in and out of Tavi's pussy slowly, teasingly. Reaching down, he slipped his thumb into her ass and began sliding that in time with his cock in her pussy. "How much? Let me hear you beg for it, Slave," Damon told her. Tavi turned her face toward the pillow again, but was careful to make sure her answer was not muffled by it. "Please Damon ... please put your cock in my ass." Damon smiled and slipped his thumb out of her. He caressed her cheeks and her hands softly for a moment and then he withdrew himself from her pussy. Taking his cock in his hand, he centered the head at the opening to her ass. Damon held her hip with his other hand and slowly began to press against Tavi's asshole. Tavi moaned again and, as was her practice in these situations, pushed back against him so that he couldn't be slow. Once Damon felt his head slip past her muscles he let go and grabbed onto Tavi's hips with both hands. He slid steadily into her with a soft groan until his hips rested against her hands. Damon remained fully imbedded in her ass and leaned close over her back. "Does that feel good, Tavi? To have my cock filling your ass?" he asked her before straightening up and sliding partially out. This time Tavi did muffle her cry into the pillow and she actually bit down on the pillow as he slid inside her. "Yes," she whimpered from within the pillow in response to his question. Damon always worried a little about her whimpers but he knew that Tavi would tell him if she wanted him to stop. Till that point, he assumed that the sounds she made were sounds of pleasure. Damon slid back into her ass and then withdrew again, beginning to pump inside Tavi's ass smoothly. One thing about anal sex that seemed to be different between Damon and Tavi was that she always wanted it fast and hard. The fact was that didn't really like it slower, and had a hard time when it was, it was not as comfortable and definitely not as pleasurable. So, even though she was the slave, when Damon slid back in and withdrew, Tavi began moving against him and forcing him to go faster. Damon liked moving slower so he could feel everything, and he tried to do so for as long as possible, but he knew how Tavi liked her ass fucked and he was always happy to oblige. When she started forcing herself back against him, Damon took the cue and pulled her hips back, thrusting his cock into her ass. Using her hips as leverage, he quickly increased his pace, thrusting into her and nearly pulling out in each stroke. Tavi cried out into the pillow again, having not moved from that position, she felt the blood rush to her face and it made her dizzy. Each time he nearly pulled out, her ass would try to go back to it's original position, making for a tight sucking motion every time he pulled away from her body, almost making him having to force his way back inside. Damon continued to thrust hard into Tavi's ass for a while longer, grunting each time he slid back into her depths. Tavi could feel him swelling inside her ass, signaling that he must have been getting close, but after a moment, Damon stopped and withdrew his cock from her ass. Leaning forward Damon kissed her asshole softly, wriggling his tongue around inside it before it could close entirely. Then Damon leaned back and tapped her hands gently. "Turn over, Slave," he instructed her. Tavi groaned, a sound that was very much akin to disappointment but she did what she was told and turned around. She let go of her ass first of course, as it would have been both difficult and humorous if she hadn't. Damon grabbed onto her hips once she was on her back and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. Taking Tavi's ankles into his hands he pushed her legs back, lifting her pussy and her ass to his view. "Hold your legs up," Damon told her, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips and her ass again, getting more of her juices on it. Tavi reached up and hooked her arms around her knees to hold her legs up high, this also allowed her to rest her legs slightly so she would be able to walk afterwards. Damon smiled down at her. He loved taking her in her pussy and ass from behind, but he also loved when Tavi was on her back. He could see her face and it was easier to play with her breasts and her pussy as well. He pressed his cock against her ass again and went slowly only long enough to slip past her muscles. Once Damon was inside Tavi's ass again, he thrust hard into her and resumed his previous pace. Tavi arched her back slightly to get into a more comfortable position from this spot. Closing her eyes she cried out again, but her lips were twisted into a smile. Damon thrust hard into her ass and nearly withdrew on the outstroke, feeling her ass pull at the rim of his head each time. Reaching down with his fingers, Damon found her pussy, her bright pink lips beautifully splayed out above his cock disappearing in her ass. Wetting his thumb in her pussy for a moment, Damon slid it up and pressed it against her swollen clit, rubbing it in motion with his cock inside her ass. The blood swelled back in Tavi's head again as Damon started playing with her already over-sensitized clit. Practically screaming, Tavi orgasmed again, tears streaming out of her face for the pleasure that was too much and was bordering now on pain. Tavi's ass clenched Damon hard inside of her as he continued to thrust into her. It quickly became too much and he thrust hard inside of her a couple more times, finally holding himself deep inside of her ass as he nearly screamed himself and began pumping her full of his seed. He fell forward and put his hands on the bed on either side of Tavi while he climaxed, trying to keep his weight off of her. Tavi cried out again when Damon swelled inside her and as soon as he fell forward she practically scrambled backwards to get away from him and out of her. Damon groaned loudly as she pulled away from him and withdrew him so quickly from her tight ass. He stayed where he was, panting heavily for a moment, before looking up and climbing onto the bed near her, careful not to touch her until she had calmed down some. Tavi whimpered slightly and curled into a ball as she tried to control her breathing. It happened like that sometimes, sometimes it just went a little too far and she had a harder time recovering because of it. It wasn't that it didn't feel good, and pleasure her - quite the contrary - but sometimes too much was just ... well .. too much. And though she knew that Damon loved her and would never purposefully hurt her, she sometimes felt that he either ignored that fact or she simply wasn't explaining it right because he always got frustrated when she wouldn't let him take her past what was true pleasure into what was something else entirely - but because she had lost and was his slave, she was determined not to ruin his fun this time and just take whatever it was that he wanted to give. Taking a few deep breaths she finally got to the place that she thought was as close to 'calm' as she was going to get right now and rested against him. "Did that feel good?" she asked with a wobbly little smile. Damon gathered her close against him and stroked her hair gently. "Mmmm, that felt wonderful," he told her with a soft smile, reaching out with one arm to pull the covers over both of them. Damon knew he'd probably gotten carried away. That happened sometimes. He'd get caught up in the moment and not realize he'd given her a little too much. Damon knew it felt good for her, it just... put her into overload. Tavi sighed softly. "Are you done?" Damon smiled and kissed her softly and then he nodded at Tavi. "Yes, I'm done," he told her. Damon grabbed the pillows that they'd used and piled them under their heads. "Go ahead and rest now," he told her gently. Tavi smirked. "You sure?" she asked, though her eyes were getting heavy. "For now," Damon told her with a soft chuckle. Leaning over Damon kissed her forehead lightly. "Go to sleep now, Tavi. You're going to have a long week, I promise," he assured her. The only noise coming now from Tavi was the soft breathing that happened when she was already sound asleep. Damon smirked and kissed her one more time lightly on her forehead. Laying his head back, he closed his eyes and just listened to her breathing, a sound he enjoyed just as much as those she made in the throes of passion. Eventually Damon dozed off himself, comforted by the sounds of Tavi's slumber. Winner Takes All Alice was late for her job interview. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off, and here she was, in an elevator dragging a comb through her tangled brown hair. She hadn't even had time to shower, so grabbed a small bottle of perfume from her purse and unbuttoned her blouse. She gave herself a couple of quick sprays to freshen up, realising it might have been a good idea to have worn a bra. Just her luck the interview panel would include some dried up old grandma. She was so busy trying not to get any perfume on her shirt, she didn't hear the doors open, and the man waiting to enter the lift had a few moments to observe her ablutions. "Need some help?" The tall, well built man in jeans and a dark green t-shirt stood observing her state of undress with unashamed interest. He looked to be in his early fifties, a short salt and pepper beard, hair a similar colour. His deep voice resonated through the elevator and she jumped, her blouse falling open. She hurriedly snatched at the shirt, buttoning it quickly. "Pervert," she thought, noticing the amused grin on his face. "Sorry-I'm running late for an appointment," she said quickly, tucking in her shirt. "Then I won't delay you any further," he said pleasantly and stepped into the lift. The doors closed behind him and Alice noticed he still had a big grin on his face. They stood facing the doors together as she made one last check of her outfit. "Important appointment, I take it?" he asked. "Very. A job interview, here at the Arts Centre. I'm not usually as disorganised as this," she explained. "I understand completely, I'm running a little late myself." he glanced in her direction, and seemed a little disappointed that she was now respectably dressed. "Do you work here?" she asked. "Yes, though only part time these days." Maintenance and cleaning, that sort of thing, she guessed by his attire. He must be a bit older than he looked if he only had a part time job. You could see that he had been an attractive man in his younger days, one of those 'thirty years married' guys with four kids and fourteen grandchildren. She'd probably given the poor bastard the thrill of his week by flashing him. Idly, Alice wondered as she always did when she met a big, tall man, if his impressive size extended to every part of his anatomy? "What do you think your chances are?" he asked, shaking her out of her thoughts. "Pretty good I should think. It's an office manager's job, fairly boring sort of work, but a foot in the door as far as making useful contacts is concerned. It's really the kind of job I could do with my eyes closed, you know, spend most of the day on Ebay or Literotica and nobody would even notice." she joked. He gave an amused chuckle and she smiled back. She held out her hand "I'm Alice." He took her hand in his, his large palm and long fingers enveloping her small hand completely. "And I'm ...Charlie." "Well- good to meet you Charlie," she smiled back as the doors opened, and they both exited, heading in opposite directions. "Good luck," he grinned, and she noticed him give her a final once over glance, his gaze coming back to rest firmly on her breasts. "In your dreams, old man," she thought, scathingly, but gave him a cheery wave and hurried to the interview room. She spent twenty minutes filling out various forms, and was ushered into a small side room. Two interview panel members were seated, a blonde woman with a permanently pained expression, and a tall thin man with Einstein hair. Alice introduced herself and began to answer their questions. She heard the door behind her open and a third person entered the room. She turned to smile at the last member of the panel as he sat and was shocked to see the tall man from the lift smiling back at her, his eyes twinkling. He was now dressed in a dark, well cut suit, and a pale gold tie. "Oh god," she thought with horror. "What the hell did I say to him?" Then a second thought, "Oh shit, he saw my tits!" The other two panel members spoke first, asking questions that she was barely able to concentrate on, but she managed to trot out respectable responses. When it got to 'Charlie' or 'Charles Lawson' according to the nametag on the desk, he made her wait for what seemed an eternity while he noted something down. Abruptly he asked, "So Ms Francis. Organisation. How are your skills in that department?" "Org-organisation?" she stuttered. "Yes- planning, timekeeping, that sort of thing." She was almost sure she saw a twitch of amusement at the corners of his mouth. "My organisational skills are usually exemplary, and on the odd occasion when I have a human failing in that area, I do everything I can to make up for it." "I'm glad to hear it- I would demand nothing less." "You should also know that we have a dress code, and expect staff to be attired..." he hesitated for effect, "appropriately." He looked directly at her braless chest as he spoke. "Of course," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "You're computer literate, I take it?" he asked, a slight frown creasing his brow. "Familiar with all the usual applications? Word, Excel, how to use the internet?" She could swear on the last word, there was a mocking tone in his voice. "Yes, of course," she replied, coldly. "Bastard!" Alice fumed. There was no doubt now he was teasing her. This time he held her gaze for a few moments, flashing her a devilish smile "Well, kiss this job goodbye," she thought. "We do, of course, have a strict internet user policy. We wouldn't want anyone accessing anything too...exciting." He was grinning directly at her now and she could feel the heat of her embarrassment turning her face a deep shade of lobster. "Well', he said "I think we have all the information we need to make a decision. Thank you, Miss Francis, we'll be in touch." He looked down at his paper again, making notes. She had been 'dismissed'. She thanked the other panel members and strode from the room, holding her head high despite the heavy disappointment in her stomach. "Their loss," she mumbled as she punched the elevator button. But all the way home she berated herself for her uncharacteristic lateness, disorganisation and frankly, big mouth. She was just coming in the door when her cell phone rang, the 'Thunderbirds' theme blasting her out of her depression. "Hello?" "Miss Francis?" There it was again, that deep voice, that almost mocking tone. "Mr. Lawson," she said, forcing her voice to be calm and steady, while bracing herself for the inevitable rejection. "Please, it's Charles. On behalf of the panel I'm pleased to be able to offer you the position with us. Congratulations." She sucked in her breath and exclaimed,"Really? Are you sure?" She immediately cursed herself for sounding so grateful. His deep chuckle rumbled down the phone. "Yes. I'm sure. My colleagues and I were most impressed with your qualifications and experience. Your interview was also...memorable." "Thank you," she said, relief flooding over her. Let the pompous ass be amused, she thought, I got the job! "You're welcome. See you on Monday." She spent her first week learning the ropes and meeting the rest of the staff. She had also managed to learn more about Charles, mostly from Anna, the cheerful young receptionist and font of all knowledge and gossip as far as the staff were concerned. Charles was 54, and only worked part time at the Arts Centre due to his commitments elsewhere, on the board of directors of several companies, and charitable organizations. He was divorced with two adult children and a gorgeous beachfront home. He's was also a very wealthy man, something of local celebrity and philanthropist. She saw him around the Centre over the next few weeks, always aware when his large imposing frame came into view. He dominated any room he was in the moment he appeared, and people flocked to get his attention. But he usually seemed to make the effort to wave or say hello to her as they passed, and when on occasion he didn't, she was surprised to find that it annoyed her. Three weeks into the job, an expensive looking envelope arrived on Alice's desk. It was an invitation to Charles' 55th birthday party, to be held at an exclusive hotel. She felt flattered, and a twinge of triumph at his interest in her until she discovered several other colleagues had also been invited. Apparently he included the staff in his birthday celebrations every year. Regardless, Alice was determined to make an impression and she scoured the city for the perfect 'knock 'em dead dress, finally settling on a scarlet red, plunging neckline number that showed off her curves. On the night of the party, she arrived at the hotel ballroom over half an hour late, so she could be sure to have a decent audience as she made an entrance. Alice took a deep breath and walked into the ballroom looking around at the humming crowd. A group of women in pastels and pearls looked disdainfully at her as she walked past. Suddenly her dress seemed too tight, too short, too low cut and too, too red. She had an uncharacteristic attack of self doubt- maybe she had overdone it? A small group of people, including Charles, turned in her direction as her equally red stiletto heels drummed across the floor. Several of the men in the group stood open mouthed. One looked like he was actually drooling. "Fuck it," she thought "Game on, girl." "Good evening," she said, nodding to the group. "Well, don't you look fantastic!" said Anna, looking her up and down with admiration. "Thanks, you look pretty good yourself," Alice smiled gratefully. She turned to face Charles. "Happy Birthday," she said, struggling to keep her voice even, extending her hand. His blue eyes twinkled at her and swept quickly up and down her body, giving her the once over. "I believe a kiss is traditional," he said. She stepped toward him, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. Her lips brushed against him, and she felt the coarseness of his beard on her neck. He smelled of good soap, expensive cologne and a faint hint of cigars. Momentarily they looked into each others eyes and she saw the twinkle darken into something else. She moved back but found her arm held at the wrist by Charles's strong grip. "It's my party and the first dance with every woman belongs to me," he announced loudly, leading her to the dance floor. "You look absolutely stunning," he said as they moved together. "Thank you- you're very kind." He gave her a pained look. "Ah, kind, a word used to describe nice fatherly gentlemen, not to be regarded as potential suitors. So, Miss Francis, there must be some lucky man in the picture?" "No," she said, 'No one in particular." He looked at her quizzically. "I find that hard to understand. There's no one who's captured your heart?" "Captured? Never! I've met lots of men I could live with, but never one I couldn't live without." He laughed, shaking his head and pulled her close against him, holding her firmly as they danced. She relaxed a little and nestled in slightly against his shoulder, the way his arms enfolded her body he was practically hugging her. "Think of something interesting to say, dammit," she scolded herself. "This music's ......nice." "Nice? Nice!" he admonished in a mock serious tone. "This is a masterpiece of the 18th Century. Do you know much about classical music?" "Not much," she admitted. "Just what I've heard in elevators and on TV ads for cars." "You have something of a history with elevators don't you?" he teased, and laughed as she glanced down at the floor, embarrassed at the memory of their first meeting. "I think you need taking in hand where music is concerned, and I've decided to make it my special project to educate you. There's a concert next week here at the centre, and I need a companion." Alice thought for a moment, and made a decision. "Alright." Why the hell not, she thought. Give this dirty old rich guy a thrill and have some fun. She pressed against him more closely and smiled to herself. Yes, she could definitely have some fun with Charles. Alice spent several hours that Saturday afternoon trying on different outfits, as usual only to go back to the first one she had tried on. A simple fitting black skirt, with a soft white shirt, medium black heels and pearl jewelry. Classic and simple, nothing too tarty. Except...the clingy skirt did look so much better without underwear. Alice thought with a devilish smile, she'd have to figure out how to discreetly let Charles discover she wasn't wearing any. She arrived at the theatre about five minutes late, and headed to the foyer. As she entered through the doors, she saw him standing by the chamber doors, with his back to her, talking to another man. Charles was in a dark navy suit, with a silver-grey tie. He glanced over in her direction, his eyes widened slightly and he broke into a huge grin. "Hello there," she said. "Well. Don't you look- deceptively conservative." He smiled, taking her hand in his ushering her through the doors into the theatre. There was a backlog of people trying to find their seats and at one point she was forced to move backwards, 'accidentally' straight into Charles, her rear end brushing against his hand. She pressed her body against him for a few moments and heard him breathe in sharply realising he must have felt her distinct lack of underwear. She grinned to herself. "Two can play teasing games, my friend," Alice thought triumphantly. During the performance, she could feel him glancing at her, so she returned his gaze, looking demurely up at him through her eyelashes. He reached his hand across and rested it on her knee. As the concert progressed, she placed her purse on her lap, and discreetly slid his hand up her skirt, to the juncture of her thighs. She felt the tip of his long finger rub gently against the soft skin. Smiling broadly she looked over at him, spreading her legs a little further. His eyes were closed as he listened to the music, his finger gently stroking just millimeters away from her aching pussy. She closed her eyes, willing him to go just a little further, but he remained in control, teasing, tickling but not letting her have what she wanted. She was so wet now she knew she must be drenching the seat underneath her, but he steadfastly refused to move his finger any closer. "Bastard!" she fumed. She fought an urge to push herself forward. She wanted to win, to make him want to touch her. The concert came to an end, and she opened eyes, watching him as he looked straight ahead at the orchestra, applauding with the rest of the audience. As they filed out of the theatre, her legs slightly shaky, the anticipation of sex making her thoughts a blur. He leaned down, whispering close into her ear. "Let's have a drink at a little bar I know, not far from here." "Ok," she agreed reluctantly, a little miffed that he didn't seem in any hurry to take her home and tear her clothes off. They walked to the bar, making small talk about the concert and people at work. The bar was dimly lit, with the last few stragglers of the evening as they ordered a glass of wine each, sitting opposite each other in a quiet corner. "So," he asked suddenly, setting down his glass. "Are you seduced?' "Excuse me?" she choked on her wine, caught off guard. "The concert. Did I convince you of the merits of 'real' music?" "I'm prepared to concede that there may be more to this classical thing than I thought," she said smiling. He punched the air with his fist- "Yes- another convert!" "I didn't say that," she laughed. "I don't think one concert is going to convince me completely." He looked at her for a moment, and said, "Well, in that case I think we should do this again." "Alright", she agreed "But my kind of music this time. There's a jazz concert next week. I'll get tickets." "You're on!" he grinned and held out hand to seal the deal. She slipped her small hand into his and felt her stomach tighten at the warmth of his touch. They finished their drinks and he drove her home. They pulled up outside her apartment, and he got out and opened her door, walking her to her front doorstep. She turned to face him at the top of the steps. "Well thanks for a great night, I enjoyed myself." "I could tell," he said, tracing across her lips with the same finger that had been stroking her in the theatre, his deep voice softening. "Are you going to invite me in for 'coffee'?" She looked up at him, his confident manner and almost arrogant smile suddenly irritating her. "No, I don't think so. Goodnight then." She said quickly and stuck out her hand. An amused grin crinkled the corners of his mouth, and he took her small hand in his, his long fingers enclosing hers. He brought her hand up to his lips and softly kissed it. "Goodnight, dear lady, Sleep well." She turned and quickly walked up the stairs, the butterflies still churning in her stomach. Once inside, Alice sat down on the bed, and cursed her stubbornness. Though she wanted to teach him a lesson, she was now regretting not inviting him in. Her pussy ached, and she grabbed her vibrator from the beside cabinet and held the throbbing device against her clit, then plunged it in and out of her dripping cunt, bringing herself to a quick orgasm, imagining the feel of his thick finger inside her. A few nights later, they met at the jazz club. She wore jeans cut to fit, a tight white tee that hugged her figure and a black leather jacket, with black leather boots and silver jewelry. She was there first this time, and was able to watch him for a few moments, until he spotted her waiting by the doors. He wore well fitting jeans and a dark green tee with a brown leather coat. He looked like a casually dressed university professor, she thought. He wasn't what you'd call good looking, but his size and confidence definitely attracted women. She'd noticed them at work, fawning over him, hanging on his every word and laughing too loudly at his jokes. She'd also noticed how pissed off she felt when he laughed back at them. "Hello again," he smile, and bent quickly to kiss her cheek. They danced and sang along to the words every so often they caught each other's eye, and grinned. As they left the club in a crush of taxi-cab seeking people, he put an arm around her back, shepherding her to the safety of the clear sidewalk. She felt small tingles down her spine at his touch. "Drink?" he asked cheerfully. "Actually, no," she said, enjoying the look of sudden disappointment on his face. "How about ice cream instead?" "I'm in!" he laughed. They walked a couple of blocks to the ice cream parlour, and sat at the long counter. "Could I have one triple scoop strawberry and two spoons please?" Alice asked the server. Charles nodded his approval. The ice cream came, and they sat close together to eat, chatting about the concert and things in general. A couple of times while she was talking she noticed he was looking at her thoughtfully, as if he was trying to make his mind up about something. They finished the ice cream, and he drove her home again, once again finding themselves on her doorstep. "Well thanks again, goodnight," she said, leaned in, intending to kiss him on the cheek. He moved, very slightly and her kiss landed firmly on his mouth. They stood there for a moment, eyes closed, breathing softly. She felt his lips against hers. "Come on. Open your mouth. Kiss me properly. I know you want to!" she silently begged him. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her with twinkling eyes. "Coffee?" she said softly, pressing her breasts against his broad chest. Winner Takes All "Not tonight, I have an early start tomorrow." "Fair enough," she said, trying to appear calm, but not quite keeping the anger out of her voice. He chuckled, and pressed her closer to him. "You hate to lose don't you?" "I never lose," she said looking him squarely in the eyes, throwing out her challenge. "Well, my dear girl, you'll learn there's a first time for everything." He crushed her against him and lowering his mouth to hers, parting her lips with his soft warm tongue, tasting and exploring her mouth with a deep, aching hunger. She slid her arms up around his neck. He kissed her again, and she felt herself relax into his arms, the soft sounds of their lips moving against each other the only thing that could be heard. She felt the heat between her thighs, and the tightening of her nipples as he kissed her, as the rest of her body ached for his touch. Involuntarily she gave a small moan as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth, and she felt his cock hardening against her thigh. "Yes!" she thought triumphantly "You do want me!" Almost instantly he pushed her back from him, regaining control. "We really must do this again soon," he said calmly. "How about dinner tomorrow night?" she blurted, instantly annoyed with herself for sounding so keen. "Nothing fancy, just...dinner," she quickly added, not quite pulling off the casual tone of voice she was going for. He flashed that exasperating smile at her again. "I'd be delighted. " "Good I'll see you here at eight," she smiled, a plan already formulating in her mind. She wore a simple black dress, strappy heels and small diamond earrings. She left her dark hair down, the thick wave of brown velvet settling just below her shoulders. She opened the door and he looked her up and down approvingly. "You look delicious," he said, approvingly. He had arrived at eight thirty, apologetic for being stuck in traffic, though Alice didn't quite believe him, She had been fidgeting, her stomach in knots since eight, wondering if for some reason he wasn't coming. But he was here now and her little scheme could unfold as planned. Alice made finishing touches to dinner while Charles sat with a glass of wine in the living room. She took a deep breath. 'Here we go," she thought, smugly. "Charles, would you be a dear and find the candles for me? They're in the dining room, in a cardboard box in the dresser, left hand side in the deep drawer." "Certainly," he called back, and she heard him walk through to the dining room, over to the oak sideboard and open the drawer. She waited a moment, and walked into the room with matches, trying her best to keep an innocent look on her face. He sat at the dining room table, engrossed with the opened cardboard box in front of him. "Well...what do we have here?" She looked up, smiling, the cardboard box open in his hands. She pretended to freeze in horror. "Oh god, its nothing- it's just...stuff, to ...you know...spice things up." "Some stuff," he grinned. "Wow!" "Please, just..." "Don't be embarrassed... I think it's very sexy that you're so broad minded" He pulled the riding crop out of the box, along with the silk ropes "You like to be tied up and spanked?" he asked, his eyes glittering. "Just a bit of fun, that's all." He gave a small smile and pulled out something else. It was the string of anal beads. He reached into the box again and pulled out another item. "What's this for?" "It's a remote control egg. The woman puts the egg inside her and the man controls the vibrations with the remote." "And these?' He asked, holding up three small plastic sleeves. "You put them on your fingers, for ... you know." He walked to her with one of the sleeves. "No, I don't know." His voice had become slightly hoarse, his breathing a little heavier. 'It's for the woman, for clitoral stimulation, when the man is ... " "Yes?" "Finger fucking her." A shiver ran through her as she said the words, and she felt herself squeeze her thighs together. He was looking at her intently. God, he must realise how much she was aroused. He couldn't possibly resist her now. He held the small piece of bumpy plastic out to her, leaning in close to her ear. "Show me" he said in a low voice. She began to roll the sleeve down over her finger, but he stopped her. "No. Put it on me." She looked up at him uncertainly as he held his hand out to her. She rolled the sleeve over his index finger, her hands shaking slightly. He held his finger up to examine the toy, and then said softly "Close your eyes." She did as he asked, and felt his hand reach down to lift her dress, gasping as he pulled down her now soaked panties. He stood close in front of her and she could feel his breath on her thighs. He gently held her legs apart, and brushed his finger around her pussy, tracing slowly. She moaned softly as he circled her dripping pussy lips, and felt her engorged clitoris pushing out to meet his touch. Suddenly he thrust his finger and the bumpy sleeve against her clit, and she cried out loud, bracing herself against his shoulders. He slid his finger into her aching hole, and began to finger fuck her, slowly at first, then as the bumps began to rub against her sensitive insides, his movements became faster and harder, until she was humping against his hand, eyes tightly closed, trying to push his finger in as far as she could. He suddenly withdrew his finger, and she waited, eyes still closed, breathing heavily for the next sensation. It never came. She opened her eyes and he was seated on the armchair, draining his glass. "Excellent wine." he said, a mischievous smile on his lips. Alice took a deep breath and walked over sliding herself onto his lap, looking up at him with what she knew was her most seductive smile. "Aren't you going to finish what you started?" she purred. "No, not yet," he said calmly. She could have slapped him. He stood abruptly, pushing her from his lap. "Now, where are those candles?" She stared at him with disbelief. He wouldn't just leave her wet and aroused like this. Not again...he couldn't! He turned his back to her as he searched for the candles, and she picked her discarded underwear up off the floor, re-dressing herself with more than a little humiliation. She was about to tell him to leave, when he turned back, waving the candles triumphantly. "I'll take care of these while you serve dinner, it smells delicious," He said pleasantly. Alice shook her head and retreated to the kitchen. She wasn't going to let him see he had shaken her. While they ate, Charles carried on a conversation as if nothing had happened, Alice responding in monosyllabic grunts like a petulant child. "Why am I wasting my time with him?" she thought angrily. Immediately she asked the question, she knew the answer. He was partly right- she needed to win. But it was more than that. He didn't just give in to her like other men had. He wasn't the least bit intimidated by her looks or her confidence. She had expected tonight to be another successful seduction, not to be left feeling rejected. "To hell with him," she decided. "There are plenty of other men who want me." She watched Charles happily finish his wine and felt hot tears prick her eyes. Alice quickly excused herself to get dessert, heading for the privacy and safety of the kitchen. She stood at the sink, brushing angry tears from her face, when she heard the door behind her open. Alice fought to regain her composure, determined he wouldn't see her tears. He stood behind her and she could feel his warm breath on her neck and she closed her eyes, willing him closer. As if he understood, he moved nearer, still not making contact, but close enough she could feel his presence behind her. She felt his fingers touch her waist on either side, and heard him exhale deeply, his hands slid forward and he gently pressed himself against her as he enveloped her in his arms. She closed her eyes as he bent his head to brush his lips against her neck and shuddered with pleasure as he parted his lips and kissed the soft skin. He turned her to face him, leaning in and kissing her again, and she closed her eyes in pleasure, pressing against his vast broad chest, feeling his huge arms and hands wrap tightly around her. His tongue was expert, kissing her thoroughly and completely, bringing deep involuntary sighs and moans from her until she was breathless. Suddenly, she was lifted up off the floor into his arms; he walked towards the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He lowered his mouth to hers again, slowly this time, and kissed her lips very gently. His tongue carefully traced her bottom lip, and lifted it into his mouth where he began to almost imperceptibly suckle on it. She felt herself gasp as electricity shot from her lips to her nipples and clitoris almost immediately and she felt herself grow wet. He moved to her neck, his warm breath brushing the sensitive skin, and she felt his lips part, his teeth ever so gently grazing the erogenous zone there. She sank back against the head board with a moan, her eyes closed, as he gently tortured her. His large hands moved down, slowly peeling her dress from her body, the cool air making her shiver as he removed it, revealing her bare chest. She heard him suck in his breath and for a moment, nothing happened. She opened her eyes in confusion. He was looking at her breasts, the nipples now fully erect and begging to be touched. "You're glorious," he said quietly. "I thought you'd be beautiful, but you are just glorious." She smiled up at him, and unable to wait any longer, took his hand, she brought his fingers to her mouth, gently kissing them as he watched, then brought them to her breast. He leaned forward and cupped each creamy mound with his long fingers, his breath gently teasing the rock hard pink buds. He lowered his mouth to kiss her breasts, all around the sides, underneath, anywhere but the aching centres. "Please," she begged softly, and he smiled, bringing his tongue very slightly across one nipple, making her gasp with pleasure. He gently licked the other nipple, just as lightly, and then returned to the first, but this time, sucking the whole nipple into his warm, wet mouth. She moaned in pleasure, her hands pressing his head against her chest as he moved from one nipple to the other. He stood up, towering above the bed, and turning his back to her began to undress. She watched him remove his clothes, his strong back and legs and broad shoulders, and when he turned to face her, the dense dark hair of his chest aroused her. He slowly came toward her on the bed, gently grasping her panties on either side, and peeling them from her body. He stroked his way down her body until he reached her inner thighs, his thumbs gliding over the searing hot lips of her pussy. She felt liquid gush from her, and groaned as he slipped a finger into the clear slick heat. Moving his mouth back over hers, he kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth, as he slowly finger fucked her, sliding first one, then two large fingers in and out of her. She raised her knees up and pushed herself down on his fingers with a series of tiny groans, willing his hand to touch her engorged, swollen clit. Finally his thumb flicked across her hardened pink morsel and she cried out in ecstasy. His head lowered to her thighs and she felt him lay a small light kiss on her mound, as he inhaled her scent. Achingly slowly, he began to lick his way around her pussy lips, her juices overflowing onto his beard and tongue. Pointing his tongue, he slid it into her, underneath her clitoral hood, lifting it into his mouth, where for a second he held it on his tongue, gently sucking. She began to shudder violently, and he swirled her clit around in his mouth, sucking, nibbling and licking her sensitive, wet bud until she felt the pressure build inside her and gripping his head with both hands, ground her spasming pussy against his mouth as she came, screaming. "Oh god Charles, I'm coming!" Her warm, creamy juices were coating his mouth and tongue, He came back up to her face and looked her in the eyes, his face glistening with her juices. Taking her hand, he gently placed it around his shaft, and she felt herself breathe in sharply as she felt its girth. He eased himself slowly over her, supporting his own weight, and with one skilful move lifted her up and partially entered her, just enough to make her ache for more. He resisted moving, planting small, sweet kisses along her neckline. She slid her arms around his neck, and as she moved, she felt him slide all the way into her, filling her completely. He very slowly slid back, leaving an aching void, only to gently re-fill her moments later. Her hip movements began to match his as they picked up speed, and before long they were fucking in rhythm, delicious wet sounds and scents of love making filling the room. Soon she abandoned all inhibition and was groaning aloud as her pleasure intensified. She could hear his breathing change to heavy grunting with each thrust as he pushed harder and further into her, deeper than anyone had ever been. She couldn't believe how full and aroused she felt, almost like she might pass out. She had a vague recognition of her own voice, begging him to fuck her, harder, don't stop, oh god don't ever stop. He had stopped kissing her now and was totally focused on thrusting into her, almost animal sounds coming from him now, his sweat dripping down onto her. "Charles, Charles..." She chanted his name over and over as the orgasm hit her groin, making her quake. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her, and her inner muscles contracted around him, bathing him in her creamy juices. Suddenly he gripped her tightly in his arms. 'Jesus' he groaned and she felt him tense. Deep inside her she felt the flood of warm wetness as he came, clutching at her, a loud cry came from him as he shuddered a tremendous climax. He crushed her against him as he came, holding her close as his orgasm subsided and his breathing returned to normal. "Game over?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Check and mate," he replied with a wink and a wicked grin. Winner Takes All I'm sorry it's been years since my last story. But since many have asked, I've finally finished this and decided to submit it to Literotica. Both boys featured are of legal-age (18 or over). If gay sex isn't your thing, please take a pass. I'd love to hear from guys who can tell me if I well-demonstrated the physical and psychological aspects of an emerging top/bottom, dominant/submissive. All the best and happy reading! -------------------------------------------------- It was nearing the end of my senior year of high school and one of the last big social events was the Senior Prom. Of course, being a bit socially inept, I hadn't gone to my Junior Prom and, not having dated, I hadn't taken any steps to rectify the situation. To be honest, I hadn't even thought of asking a girl to go out with me at all let alone to the Prom. Realistically, I'm not sure any would have accepted even if I did. It's not that I wasn't reasonable looking. I was just a little less than average in my mind -- you know, about 5'8", 130 pounds, brown hair, light colored eyes. You get the picture. And, I was really more of a geek and definitely NOT a jock. And then there was the sexuality issue. I just wasn't sure what mine was. Like anybody in their right mind, I wanted to be straight. While enjoying jerking off, I was otherwise totally without experience. It didn't help that access in our home to the internet was totally restricted leaving little options to "research!" My best friend in all my mediocrity was Joey Chen. Joey's dad brought the family over when his Chinese company started manufacturing in my home town. My dad worked for the company on the production line while Joey's dad was one of the senior managers. The fact that his dad was senior to mine never really entered into my thinking. I just always liked Joey. He was about an inch taller than me at 5'9", had pitch-black hair and piercing dark eyes. He had initially been a bit shy having not learned English until his family moved to my rural, Georgia town. Perhaps that's why we got along so well. I know most of the locals could be a bit standoffish, but I, in my untraveled mind, had always found Joey and his family to be a bit on the exotic side. And then, Joey was smart....being pushed by his family to succeed academically. He was certainly smarter than I was but never made an issue out of it, seeming to enjoy me being his American side-kick. Because Joey's family stressed academics, Joey had not played on any team sports. Unlike me though, he probably had the innate ability and coordination necessary but since we were both not jocks by either choice or ability, it always made us feel like outsiders in terms of our school's social hierarchy. Perhaps it was because of circumstance or fate, but Joey and I had a deep bond. Despite his being the newcomer, he always seemed to be the leader, determining what we'd do when we were together. I never really minded it nor even thought about it much. It just was the way things were for us. Perhaps that's why I guess I didn't question it when Joey announced, "We're going to the Prom!" "How, Joey? Who are we going with?" was the first question out of my mouth. You see, given all their inherent prejudice, the local white Southern girls hadn't shown any interest in Joey at all having rebuffed any and all attempts he'd made to ask them out. And there was no way Joey would ask one of the black girls in their stead. Unlike me, at least Joey had tried. However, his own lack of experience made him seem to naïve to the local crowd. As for me, the girls never gave me the time of day. They were simply way beyond me. I thought I was just a late bloomer but I'd soon learn that wasn't exactly the case. I could never figure it out but, if I was honest, I wasn't all that interested in them either....except that I knew I should be. "Well," Joey said, "well simply go stag. Dad trusts me and said he'd let me drive and will arrange for a hotel room for us to use in case we get lucky." "That will be the day," I responded, even as I noted Joey's hopeful eyes. I had been working at a local fast-food joint on most Saturdays and had saved enough to rent a tux, buy new shoes and pay for my own ticket. At least I didn't have to pay for a date's as well as being stuck paying for her dinner and maybe a corsage! My parents were thrilled I was going to the Prom. I wonder if that was simply wishful thinking that I wasn't gay after all. It wasn't something that was ever discussed but my lack of athleticism and interest in sports didn't always go down well with my rather blue-collar Dad. Still, Mom hoped I might have enough brains to get a scholarship to a modest college knowing there was really no place for a sensitive boy like me in my home town. Given Joey's Dad's rather senior position with the town's major employer, my parents were always supportive when I asked if I could go with him on outings or to participate in activities. My parents certainly had no problems with him taking me to the Prom and knew we were both very unlikely to do very much given our lack of experience and the reality that neither of us belonged to the in crowds. So after they took a few pictures of Joey and me in our tuxes and my Dad jokingly telling Joey to treat me right and protect my virtue, whatever that meant, we were off in his Dad's Mercedes to the Prom. I really don't know why we went. The kids that ignored us before didn't miraculously change. Almost everyone else came as a couple and the others that came alone were a clump of pathetically ugly girls with zits. Joey and I quickly came to the realization that we would have far more fun simply being together than with a bunch of immature high school kids that wouldn't give us the time of day. By 10:30 p.m., we were ensconced in the rather nice hotel room his dad had reserved for us downtown. The view was rather striking and I think we both felt better being on our own. "Man," Joey said, "My Dad said to get laid and lose my virginity before I come home and you're my only chance!" Of course, I thought he was joking and said sarcastically, "Sure, I'll just drop my trousers and bend over for you!" "It doesn't have to be like that," Joey responded, causing me a bit of confusion. "Look, we're going off to College soon and neither of us even knows how to kiss. If you play your cards right, this could really be good for both of us. Just play along and I'll make it right for you." I wasn't sure exactly what Joey meant, but as I more or less always did what he wanted, I soon found myself willing to cooperate. "Hey Billy, I've got an idea! One of us could play the role of a girl so at least one of us can get some experience." "What do you mean?" I replied. "How would we do that? How could one of us be like a girl?" I asked, rather stupidly. "Well," Joey replied, "I saw a deck of cards in the desk drawer when I checked things out while you were in the bathroom. So why don't we play black jack. Whoever wins the first two out of three rounds gets to be in charge and will have the right to determine how things go from now on. Or, we could simply see who has the biggest cock and that person would, by natural right be the man," Joey added. I wasn't sure which option was best from my vantage point. I kind of assumed Joey, being Asian, would have the smaller cock so that option was 50/50 and perhaps slightly in my favor. However, Black Jack at least sounded fair to me since it would be a game of chance in which neither of us would have a competitive advantage, or so I thought, forgetting that Joey always seemed to win! Joey seemed pleased that I didn't reject his suggestion outright as any other so-called heterosexual male would have done. But then, I always did go along with everything he suggested so why would I get the balls to stand up to him now? Anyway, sensing my uncertainty, he said, "look, let's just play black jack. I'm sure I'm bigger than you anyway so this will give you a fighting chance to take the lead!" That pissed me off and led me to respond, "I thought Asians were supposed to be smaller than Caucasians!" to which Joey replied, "What, have you been studying sex on the Internet?" Of course I turned red with shame to which Joey said, "Look, time is money, let's just play cards and see what happens! I'm better than you at shuffling the deck so I'll be the dealer," Joey announced, after retrieving the cards, never really allowing me the opportunity to back out of his plan. I should have realized that from the beginning, Joey Chan had every expectation that tonight would be his lucky night and that he would end up, as usual, calling the shots! Joey motioned me over to the little round table, pointed to the opposite chair, and, after taking the deck out of the box, proceeded to shuffle them with the precision of a Vegas card shark. He then dealt our cards. My bottom card was a queen followed by a two. I motioned for another and Joey dealt me a six. I held at 18 knowing the dealer would have to have the same or better to win and the odds of me getting another Ace, two or three were very slim. Flipping his cards over, Joey had a King and a nine. He had won the first hand. When I showed my cards, Joey seemed to find amusement that his King topped my Queen. I have to admit, my naiveté didn't allow me, at the time, to understand the basis for his mirth! The second hand became more serious, at least for me. This time, my bottom card was a five and the top, a seven. I really had no choice but to ask for a third. Joey dealt me a Jack! I was finished before he even looked at his cards. I should have realized the advantage Joey had from the outset being the dealer! "Looks like I get to call the shots," Joey gleefully informed me as if I didn't already know. However, what I didn't realize was how he intended to play the rest of his hand, so to speak! I'm not sure if Joey had planned the whole thing out or not. Regardless, I could see in his eyes that his mind and furtive imagination were working overtime. "Billy, why don't you get out of that Tux for me," Joey suggested. I guess I thought he'd be taking his off, too, and had my shoes, jacket and shirt with those darn cuff-links off before I realized he was just sitting in the comfy chair he had switched to after winning at black jack before watching me strip. "Don't stop yet, Billy," he directed. "Go ahead and lose your trousers, too," he added. That's how I found myself in my underwear, standing in front of a still, fully-clothed, Joey Chen. "You know, Billy, I never paid much attention to your looks before but you are kind of cute which will make this rather nice for me. You hardly have any body hair unlike some of the guys at school. Also, while not fat, you don't have massive muscles. You know, you look kind of soft, almost girlish. Why don't you lose that undershirt for me next," Joey ordered. Almost like a zombie, I now stood nearly naked in front of my best friend. It was all rather surreal and I began to feel as if we were no longer the equals I had begun the evening thinking us to be. Joey, however, seemed to be turned on by the possibilities that were playing out in his mind and my submission to his, so far, rather innocuous suggestions. Not wanting to lose any momentum or allow me time to start thinking too deeply about the oddity of our situation, Joey stood up, took off his tuxedo jacket then removed his cuff links and bow tie before sitting back down on the rather plush chair. At this point I was feeling a bit chilled and my nipples were hardening even though my cock wasn't sure what it should be doing. Seeing this, Joey said, "I have an idea. I need to run to the 24-hour K-Mart and get a few things. I want you to go take a shower and wash yourself thoroughly and then soak in the bath until I get back. That will help prepare you for what I have in mind and will, at least, warm you up." With that, he was quickly out the door. I was only in my underwear so going in the bathroom to take a hot shower seemed like a good idea. It seemed like I had only just finished in the shower and then started soaking in the tub a little while before Joey was back. When he came into the bathroom, I quickly covered my privates in embarrassment causing him to laugh. "Don't worry, tonight's not about your junk but mine. Anyway, yours looks pretty small and shriveled up," he said, before ordering me to stand up. Still fully clothed, Joey had me stand naked and lift first one foot than the other on the side of the tub. Joey then lightly dried me before putting some cream he had purchased all over each leg. Then he had me turn around and rubbed more on my ass before adding some on the area around my navel just above my pubic hair. It all seemed so surreal as I had never been naked around another boy or man! After standing there a few moments, Joey said, "Billie, is your skin feeling a bit itchy?" I indicated affirmatively. "Good, just stand there for a few minutes more." When he was satisfied, Joey said," I want you to get back in the bath and rinse off. I know you don't have much body hair, but the cream I bought helps to get rid of unsightly hair. Women use it all the time to keep themselves nice and smooth. And I'm sure you want to be smooth for me like a woman too, don't you, Billie?" At this point, my skin was itchy all over and all I could think was to wash whatever Joey had put on me, off! When I was finished washing, I could see hair floating in the tub, the fine hair that was on my legs and ass. It wasn't much because I didn't have much but still, it was gone. Joey then had me stand up and had me hold on to the shower curtain bar and proceeded to shave my armpit hair. Using some scissors, he lightly trimmed my little bush, too. When he was done, he had an almost gleeful look as he surveyed the results of his efforts. From the neck down, except for my now limited pubes, I was virtually hairless. I felt so odd, standing there, naked and hairless in front of my best friend. Joey then surprised me by saying, "I bought you something special to wear for the rest of the night, and placed your clothes on our bed. Finish drying, come out and get dressed!" What Joey had bought at K-Mart was a pair of red woman's panties and a 34 B-cup bra. Seeing what was on the bed left me speechless! "What are these for?" I asked. "I'm not a girl; I can't wear a bra and panties!" I added. "Well, remember our bet," Joey said, "You lost and tonight I'm going to lose my virginity by taking yours. I'm not gay so I thought it would seem less awkward if you at least seemed a little bit like a girl. That's why I had you get rid of your body hair and why I want you to wear a woman's underthings!" Joey said all this so matter of factly like it was completely logical. At that point, I felt too shell-shocked by what had already happened to my body hair to think so Joey went and picked up the bra and went behind me. "Look, I'll help you this first time. Just lift up your arms for me, ok?" Dumbly, that's exactly what I did. The bra felt weird against my skin as he clasped it for me. Next, he handed me the panties which I stepped into and pulled up covering my now deflated cock. "Oh, I've got one more thing. Here's some glossy red lip stick. Put this on like all the girls do when they're dressed up!" Joey directed. I looked in the mirror as I took the tube from him and tried to apply lipstick for the first time. When I finished, Joey stood behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and gazed upon the two of us looking back out the mirror. With his shoes on he was about two inches taller than me. I had to admit he looked so much more the man in his white, tux shirt and black pants. As his lips began sucking on the lobe of my left ear, his hands made their way underneath the bra to my nipples and, through the thin slacks he wore, I could suddenly feel his hardening cock rubbing between my panty-clad and now smooth ass-cheeks! As I gazed on the image in the mirror of Joey Chen with his eyes closed fondling a rather homely looking "girl" that looked like me as he dry-humped my ass, I felt almost light-headed. If I had been a real man, I would never have allowed myself to have been manipulated into this position. Joey had transformed me from his friend into his first conquest and I just stood there unable to resist. "God, Billie," Joey said with a smirk, "your tits feel almost real and your nipples are getting hard just like the women in porn!" I felt suddenly hot and could see the flush rising in my face. I had never played with my nipples and, therefore, had no idea how erogenous they were when in the right hands. Given Joey's intensity of both need and demand, and my own reaction to his stimulus, any hope of escaping the inevitable was quickly diminishing for me. By now, Joey's cock had become surprisingly prodigious and constrained in his form-fitting dress slacks. Joey must have realized the same and guided me back into the bedroom. After turning me around and pushing me to my knees, Joey moved back and sat on the bed. "Billie, I want you to crawl over here and take off your man's shoes and socks!" he said, with a steely determination as he looked down upon me. As commanded, I crawled forward and untied and removed his left shoe first and then moved to his right. Before I could take off his socks, Joey lifted his foot and ordered me to inhale the scent emanating from his insoles. It was strangely intoxicating, which Joey immediately noticed. "Baby, I see your clit likes the smell of my feet," causing me to turn red with shame. "What do you mean when you said 'my clit'? I don't have a clit" I responded, rather meekly. "Billie, Billie, Billie," Joey said with amused condescension while looking down on me, "look at your panties and then look at my crotch. A girl has a clit which is like a small dick. It helps her to orgasm when she's being fucked. A boy has a penis which he inserts into a woman to bring her to happiness. Clearly by size what I have and what you have are different. Anyway, don't worry, Billie, I have everything that you need tonight right here," he added as he hefted the obscene bulge that was now pushing fiercely out in his crotch. Having let me remove his socks, he had me massage his feet. His were a perfect size ten to my smaller, size nine. There were a few, dark hairs on the top of his feet which seemed almost perfectly formed. In retrospect, I'm amazed at Joey's self-control. Here was a barely 18 year-old guy with a rampantly hard cock dying for his first fuck, yet he had the self-control to pace both his and my deflowering without either cuming from the excitement of it all or losing his nerve in the process. But now, Joey was getting close to a teenage stud's edge. Quickly lifting his ass off the bed, he pulled his slacks and boxer shorts off leaving me to remove them from his impressive, albeit slightly hairy legs. Joey told me to hang his trousers up and to come right back and assume my place at his feet. When I did, he handed me his boxers and told me to sniff. The aroma was truly intoxicating and went right to my groin. Joey spread his legs wide, leaned forward, and taking his hands, grabbed my head pulling me in to his now rampant crotch. As I looked up, I could see his taut balls covered in thick, black fur and his Chinese cock pointing up towards the sky oozing pre-cum. What amazed me most was the immense size of his cock-head. It seemed to have a dark red, almost purplish hue and was pulsing with his thick, red, blood. Joey was consumed with the power he had in his groin and over me and started to taunt me by smacking the sides of my face with his weighty spear. Joey began rubbing his cock across my lips wetting them with his pre-cum. I couldn't help but lick it off. Winner Takes All "Looks like it must taste pretty good!" he stated. Lust and the need to get off soon overcame the desire for power as he looked down into my eyes and then said, "Billie, whether you want to or not, tonight and until I'm finished with you, you are going to be my bitch, my boy-pussy and my fuckhole. So open your pretty little white mouth and suck my cock!" Here I was, on my knees, wearing panties and a matching red bra, my face slimed by my best friend's pre-cum, about to take the next step in what was an incredibly life-changing evening. As I looked up at him, I could practically feel the life and power that pulsed through his cock. From that angle of submission, his cock looked even bigger than its seven, thick inches. It looked dark and angry in contrast to my almost pearly white skin. Joey's eyes bored into my soul as I looked up, beyond his cock into his insistent eyes. With his hands masterfully holding my head, Joey began rubbing that weapon on either side of my face, marking me with pre-cum that was now making my cheeks and his thick head slick and slimy. Satisfied, he now willed me with his insistent gaze to open my mouth as he eased that bulbous head of his engorged cock into my now waiting mouth. I could sense the heftiness of its weight as it first rested on my tongue. Being Chinese he was, unlike me, uncut. But his foreskin was totally retracted and tight making his cock look all the more threatening. As I tentatively began to lick around the head, I could sense my own sexual excitement from the rather unusual encounter. This was, outside of my left-hand, the first sexual experience of my life and it felt amazing. While I know I should have been experiencing this from Joey's position and preferably with a girl, it was still my only reference point and despite myself, there was a reaction in my panties and I could suddenly feel my nipples against the smooth, soft fabric in my matching bra. As I tentatively tasted my first cock, Joey said, "Damn, Billie, you look like you're in love with my dick. Clearly, you were born to take cock." I ignored what he was saying, so absorbed in the task at hand. I had closed my eyes lost in the sensation as his spongy flesh pulsed in the back of my throat. I could feel it against my tonsils demanding admission into my throat. With my eyes suddenly watering and my gag reflex kicking in, I tried to expel it. However Joey wouldn't have any of that and seized control, his hands in my hair holding my head in a virtual death-grip on his insistent spear until I was left breathing what I could through my nose. "Look, Billie, ready or not, I AM going to fuck your face like the pussy you are. I'll cut you some slack this time, but you'll be sorry if I feel any teeth or you try to get away from my cock before I give you permission. You're simply going to have to get used to this because, from now on, I'm going to expect those sweet lips to make a perfect "O" around my cock whenever I want to get off! Now look up at me, and nod your head so I know you understand what I'm telling you!" Understand, how could I? All I realized at the moment was that I was trying desperately not to gag. Tears were falling from my eyes and Joey's demanding cock was wedged deep in my mouth pushing against my throat. All of a sudden, I felt it happen, that thick, pulsing helmet of his pierced my throat as Joey's seemingly deeper voice shrieked with joy. "Wow, this is AMAZING! We've been idiots to miss out on SEX and now I'm going to make up for lost time!" With that, he began plunging his cock in and out of my mouth, always pushing deep into my throat. I don't know how long it went on because all I could focus on was surviving the ordeal and not touching him with my teeth. When I sensed he was getting close, I tried to pull off his dick but Joey said, Oh no you don't. You worked hard for this load -- now you're going to swallow it!" It was all too much for Joey who had held out longer than any other virgin I've subsequently heard about. Joey held my head so that his cock remained deep in my throat, his cum-filled balls resting on my chin. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were his thick, lustrous black pubes. Just as I managed to get some air through my nose and breathed in his strong, male musky scent, he began shooting wad after wad of cum straight down my throat. Joey was so fired up that he must have shot eight times. All I could do was try and swallow as quickly as possible so as not to be drowned by his surprisingly thick, Asian seed! As he neared the end of his amazing orgasm, Joey eased his grip. His still pulsing cockhead seemed to pop out of my throat while remaining on my tongue. As his cock continued to ooze his essence, Joey looked down at me benevolently. He still held my head in place, not that it mattered any longer, and said, "Billie, you were amazing! I never knew getting a blow job would be so fantastic. I can't wait to feel what a pussy is like. Now be sure to get a good taste of my seed as you lick my cock clean! From now on, you're my personal cocksucker and a cocksucker never wastes his Master's seed! Anyway, I could tell you enjoyed servicing me, didn't you!" With shame written all over my face, I responded, "Yes, Joey, it was better than I would have ever imagined!" As I cleaned his cock with my tongue, I couldn't help but taste the remnants of what I had just consumed. His juice was both sticky and slimy but not all that bad. I had never even tasted my own cum so I had nothing to compare his with. When Joey was satisfied I had cleaned his cock adequately, he finally let go of my head and let his slightly less turgid cock slip out of my mouth. When I looked up into his smiling face, he said, "Billie, you've got to see the pictures I just took of you sucking me off. They're amazing! I've got some video, too" I was so absorbed in pleasuring him that I hadn't noticed that he had, at one point let go of my head and reached over to pick up his cell-phone which had been lying next to him on the big, king-sized bed he was sitting on. Naturally, the photos showed only my face and not his. Because he wasn't holding me, it certainly appeared, from my standpoint, to be totally voluntary. I could only hope that the bra and panties might, momentarily at least, cause someone to think it was a girl and not me. But regardless, my sucking looked enthusiastic and natural. It was the latter that Joey went on to observe! "You know, Billie, looking at these, I'd think you'd done this before. I can't believe how well you took to being a cocksucker. It has to be in your nature. Hell, I don't think any other guy or girl at that Prom would have done as great a job! And I know none of the guys, at least, would have worn a bra and panties to make me happy!" After saying that, he laughed, proud of what he achieved. At this point, I was sitting next to him. He still had his shirt on but was wearing nothing else but a smile. His cock was coming back to life whereas I sat there feeling dirty and confused. My face was a mess of dried tears and cum. I wasn't sure if I was angry at what had transpired or happy. Always one step ahead of me, Joey, in an act of tenderness, put his arm around me, kissed my forehead, and said, "Billie, you were wonderful. You made me very happy. Now go in the bathroom, quickly, and wash your face, put on fresh lipstick, then climb into bed with me. We've got to learn how to kiss!" Like always, I did as he told me. As I looked into the mirror, I was confused. I saw the same Billy looking back at me but also the Billie that Joey had been with since winning the second hand of blackjack. I saw traces of dried cum where Joey had rubbed his thick cock along my cheeks and had, in essence marked me. I was wondering if I'd ever get to do the same thing to him when he yelled, "What's taking you so long!" After a splash of water and a quick dry with the typical white hand-towel, I touched up my lip-stick and went back to see Joey with his shirt off in bed with the sheets covering his legs and cock. I found myself staring at his chest. He wasn't built and thick like a typical Caucasian but was still lean and strong. His olive skin contrasted my own pale and equally smooth skin. My heart leaped a bit as I realized just how sexy and hot Joey was. But why was I reacting this way, like a girl? Seeing my hesitation, Joey simply lifted the sheets and patted the spot next to him. I carefully crawled in and placed my head on the pillow next to him not sure what to expect. Joey, with the look of triumph I was getting used to, moved between my wide-spread legs, and placed his hands on either side of my shoulders. He then lowered his face until our lips brushed together. "God, I wish you were a real girl, Billie! But maybe this is better since you're such a natural and you make me feel so good!" With that he plunged his tongue in my mouth just as he had his cock only minutes before. His mouth consumed me as his hands, once again, gripped my hair. The kiss lasted ages before he let go and rolled over on his side so we each could get some air. Kissing was incredible. Rather than thinking about the fact I was being kissed by a man, I simply let my mind go and enjoyed the sensations. Soon, Joey leaned over and started to lick than suck my neck. God it felt hot. I only realized later he had marked me by leaving a hickey, just one more thing I'd have to explain to my happy parents later on. As I felt a bit of ecstasy from his insistent lips, I could feel his naked cock rubbing against my side. Clearly Joey had more spunk in him even after shooting eight times in my now formerly virgin mouth. As he continued to slobber over my smooth, pale skin, his right hand reached under my bra and grazed my nipples, pinching and teasing them until they was hard and I was starting to squirm. "Tell me you like it," he said as he lifted up and looked down into my eyes. What could I say? He had reduced me into a blubbering fool. "I love your hands and your lips on me, Joey" was about all I could say as I hunched my stomach up wanting to feel him against me again. With that, Joey unclasped my bra so he could bite and chew my tits. In between, he looked down at me and said, "I always wanted to do that to Amber, that bitch in our Earth Science class. I bet her cunt would leaking and she'd be begging for me to fuck her senseless if she were where you are right now!" Joey sounded so macho talking like that and a bit mad, too. I hadn't realized how sexually frustrated and angry he was at being rejected by the stuck up white bitches in our class. In some ways, I wondered if this fueled the rather odd night we were having where I had, in essence, replaced all the so-called Ambers who had spurned this sexy stud's attempted advances. As if to prove his point Joey lightly bit my other nipple while kneading my little boy-breasts with his surprisingly strong hands. I realize he was merely living out his own fantasy but he was also deeply affecting my deeply-felt sexual identity. It was not that I was or necessarily wanted to be a woman, but as this was my first sexual experience, he was treating me as such and I was reacting so obviously to his methods, it was almost as if he impressed deep into my psyche my future means of sexual response. I had submitted to him from the very beginning. I had never questioned his requests and had allowed him to easily manipulate me into a role that was clearly feminine. My body reacted to his hands, lips tongue and cock but even more so to his ever so controlling mind and will. Joey had won more than a bet; he had won my total subservience to his desire and was instilling in me a profound and intense need for his attention and his cock! As if reading my mind, Joey got off me, crawled up and placed his knees on either side of my face and his cock on my lips. "Suck it, Billie!" He ordered. "Get my cock nice and wet. Show me how much you love my cock!" Yea, it wasn't the most articulate thing he had ever said but this was an 18-year old masterminding both his and my first sexual experience. And I did it. And I loved it. I should have been humiliated by my reaction but I wasn't. I was Joey Chen's boy and his for the taking as long as he gave me that amazing, long and thick Chinese cock! Satisfied and not willing to cum in my mouth before achieving what his Dad expected, Joey locked his eyes on me after pushing me off his cock. "Yea, Billie, I know you can't get enough of this. Don't worry! You'll be getting loads of it from here on but there's more to cum, if you get my drift!" He said all this while laughing slightly to himself. Stupid me, I thought we had had sex when I swallowed his wondrous and thick nectar earlier in the evening. Not missing a beat, Joey stuck first one finger, than two and then three into my mouth ordering me to suck them, before grabbing my legs and pulling me forward. As he stood at the edge of the bed he yanked my panties off. "Hey Joey, your clit must love what we're doing, there's a big wet spot here," he said, laughing to my shame. The next thing I knew, he had pushed my legs back and pushed his now slimy fingers against my ass or as he later referred to it, my pussy. He began to open me up, gradually but insistently, pausing a few times to make me suck his fingers yet again fearful of where this was leading, I stiffened in reply. Joey slapped my ass, demanding that I relax in order that I to accommodate his now paramount need to mount me. Being the stud he had become, Joey moved forward and placed the massive, almost abnormally thick head of his impressive cock against my totally virgin ass. He told me to look up into his eyes as he began to rub it around my pussy lips. As I became aware of the reality of the situation, I became deeply afraid. What would this mean in terms of our friendship? What did it mean in terms of my own sexuality? Did I want to get fucked or was this happening against my will? I knew girls who led boys on in my class by wearing skimpy clothes and perhaps briefly giving head before declaring they didn't want to go further. However, boys at the peak of their sexual prowess weren't like a car that could be easily turned on or off. Once all systems were set to go, their cock became demanding regardless of what the other party wanted. All this made me squirm, trying to get away from Joey's pulsing Asian spear. "Don't you even try to move," Joey said, as he leaned forward pushing my thighs apart and practically bending me into a pretzel, my ankles now on his slim but insistent shoulders. "You are already my cock sucker, Billie," Joey said with gritted teeth and determination. He then pushed his head into my tight hole before adding, "This cock is going to deflower you whether you want it or not. As China invades America you are going to submit to my will because it is your destiny! I've already had your mouth and now I'm going to breed you like it was meant to be," he continued as he pushed deeper and deeper in to me. His words like his cock, only lubed by my spit, were agony! Later, we'd learn the benefit of better lubrication. Still, taking me this way only inflamed his sense of power over me and my own subservience to him. "Yes, Billie," he said, "I'm taking your virginity in the way a guy fucks a girl! If you were a real man, you'd never have let yourself be in this position! Damn, your pussy feels like velvet as it sucks me in. This is as good as your throat or better. We're going to be doing this a lot from now on!" As he said these things, I couldn't help but cry from all the frustration and pain I felt. "Don't cry, Baby, Joey cooed, we're only doing what's right for both of us. Girls always say it hurts the first time. Don't worry, you'll soon grow to crave cock in your pussy, I'm going to make sure of that." As his cock pushed its way ever deeper into me Joey put his hand on my stomach and said, "I'm opening you up! I can feel it inside you! My manhood is what you need!" The time for talk was over. Tops or breeders have one primary mission, impregnation or, crassly, getting off. Their needs are paramount. They take what they want and only soothe their partners in order to keep access to that which fulfills their deepest need. I could feel his thick cockhead going deeper and deeper as Joey established the natural rhythm a real man has when he's breeding. Closing his eyes in near ecstasy, Joey soon bottomed out, his furry balls happily and relentlessly slapping against my smooth and now wide-open ass-cheeks. I almost felt a sense of relief that my agony would soon be over as Joey cried out, "I'm going to cum, ah, ah, ah" and leaned forward placing all his weight on my chest, biting down on my shoulder as he rammed his cock home and inseminated me sending shot after shot of what seemed to be a copious amount of cum into my womb, scalding me both mentally and physically with the heat of his essence and desire. With the second nutt of the night behind him, Joey seemed almost languid as he continued to lay on me, his lips licking my neck, as my legs now slipped off his shoulders and locked, as if by second nature, around his thin but muscular waist. His sperm had a soothing effect providing the lube that was previously lacking. With his cock now nice and slick the pain I had initially felt seemed to subside. My pussy lips which had earlier tried to expel him were now much more relaxed although swollen from the battering that had just taken place. I thought Joey would be satisfied. He had made his point! He had achieved his objectives of getting a blow job and having his first fuck with me, his best friend. He had proved he was a real man and in the process made me into his personal cock sucker and pussy-boy. Despite this, he continued lying on top of me, his now only slightly less tumescent cock still embedded in my ass. "Damn that was good...!" he gasped. "I can't believe how great that was! Was it good for you? That was the best feeling in the world!" he exclaimed, as he continued to grind into me. Part of me wanted to push him off but I was simply overwhelmed by all that had happened and mentally and physically exhausted. The shame I felt was palpable as his cock continued, languidly to work its way in me. I thought Joey would have had enough. The amount of seamen he had inserted into me had been prodigious and would have left other men totally spent. As we lay together, Joey's dick never got entirely soft. Indeed after ten minutes it regained its potency as blood, once again caused it to engorge. To my humiliation and shame, Joey once again began thrusting with ever increasing assertion and dominance. I think he had taken it slow just to test the waters and see if I had grown any balls in the last hour or so to resist what was happening to me. Perhaps he was giving me a window, a way out. But my will was gone, conquered by his lust. I had submitted to his desires so totally and completely that I could never go back. Almost in defiance, the nerve endings of my ass were beginning to react to the feel of Joey's hot shaft as it slid relentlessly in and out of my pussy. Fucking was as new for Joey as it was for me. His first fuck was just that, a boy getting his rocks off in a willing receptacle. But this second time, Joey was in a more exploratory mood. Now that he was again, rock hard, he momentarily pulled out of me. I will never forget what I saw as I gazed between my near limp legs at the cock that had just taken my virginity. To me, it looked massive, especially since Joey is relatively slim. I swear it jutted up at a 45 degree angle. The entire tool was covered with his cum. His helmet flared out with almost sharp edges which explained why I could feel every plunge of his inside of my formerly tight ass. Even his pubes looked awesome, thick and incredibly black. Winner Takes All Looking down at me, flush from his first fuck, Joey looked so utterly masculine and hot. And seeing my gaze, Joey seemed to know it. He had to flaunt it making me feel so utterly his inferior. Indeed, I was so caught up staring at his image that I was shocked when Joey started laughing and said, "Like what you see, don't ya!" "It looks so big and hard, almost obscene on your slim body," I said, as my face turned red with total embarrassment. "Yeah, Billie, my cock IS big, hard and ready for more! Now turn over, spread your legs apart and get up slightly on your knees, I want to try fucking your pussy doggy style. Plus, it will be easier for me to think of you as a real girl when I hump you from behind!" "But Joey, haven't you had enough?" I whined. "My ass feels like a baseball bat has been shoved up it!" Looking down on me with an intensity I hadn't seen before, Joey responded. "That so-called ass is now my pussy whenever I want it. Now turn over, I'm not finished with you." I did as he ordered, hanging my head in shame while my elbows rested on either side of the pillow underneath it. With my shoulders now pushed forward I could look back through my parted legs and see Joey, on his knees, crawling forward, quickly closing the distance between us. He leaned in and I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my swollen pussy lips demanding access. Joey rested his torso on my back and placed his chin in the crook of my neck. His body radiated intense heat and I couldn't help but shiver. This time Joey took his time trying to find new ways to make his cock feel good. He moved in circles, rotating his hips in a way that hit something inside me. He had found my prostate. Almost against my will, my own clit began to react, something Joey could instantly tell as it made contact with his tight abs. His cock, deep inside of me, registered something equally as deep in my spirit. Now that he had rutted not once, but twice, Joey was in no hurry. He could think a bit beyond his own, almost desperate need to get off. Sensing he could aid my willingness by enhancing my pleasure, Joey continued, intentionally, to aim his cock over the little nub in my ass. Meanwhile, having flipped me over on my back, he pushed himself up so he could see the reaction in my eyes as he rotated between long-dicking and then rabbit fucking me. "God, this is fantastic," Joey said, to which I could only grunt, "ah, ah, ah, ah" every time he hit rock bottom, his pelvis smacking against my own. As one who's never fucked I wasn't in a place to totally understand Joey's point of view. But I could certainly see aspects of it in his eyes as he gazed down on me. They were incredibly dark and filled with a sense of power. Joey had truly conquered me -- and he looked upon me no longer as an equal but as one who would be expected to serve him and his seemingly rampant libido. As his cock insistently rubbed my prostate, Joey pinned my hands to my side with his elbows preventing me from trying to touch myself. He seemed to take delight in his total control and my growing, at least physical acceptance, and, dare I say, enjoyment of his fuck. About every fifth time his cock hit rock bottom, he leaned forward and smashed my little balls with his taut abs, almost as if to mock their existence. In my mind I could almost hear him say, "Who's your Daddy" as timed seemed to stretch without end. At one point, Joey leaned forward and licked my earlobe which I had earlier that evening realized was intensely erogenous, before saying, "Billie you're a wonderful and incredibly natural cocksucker and an equally good fuck. I just love being buried deep inside of you. And now that your clit is hardening up without even being touched I can tell this is as good for you as it is for me. That's really great, Billie. See, you just have to accept you were made for this. I should have seen it earlier. I could have given you what you needed a long time ago and we'd both have been much happier! Yes, Baby, you were made for cock and my cock was made for pussy. Hey, it's almost like a math formula!" Joey continued to babble on as his cock rammed in and out of my pussy. What made it worse was that his words were just as penetrative and both my body and mind were definitely responding. I couldn't tell you if I was proud of his praise or humiliated by it. But really, it didn't matter. He was having his way with me whether I wanted it or not. If I were honest, I lost my right of refusal when I put on those damn panties, bra and lipstick and then stupidly took his hot, Asian cock deep into my mouth. In reality, I had transferred to this Chinese boy my own masculinity and the authority to shape my emerging sexuality. My body was reacting to him like a woman. My tits, when rolled between his insistent fingers were hardwired to my prostate which was now reacting to the constant stimulation provided by his deeply embedded cock. The end or my end was more and more inevitable. Even though this was round three for Joey, I was amazed by his staying power. I always came within minutes of touching myself when jerking off quietly at bedtime or in the bathroom as I tried to conjure up something to stimulate me. Maybe Joey was doing me a favor. By refusing to let me play with myself, he was changing the nature of my sexual response from a few motions on my little cock to a much more gratifying and long lasting inner orgasm caused by the amazing pressure of his utterly masculine appendage. Now, needing to get his nut, Joey lifted up, placed my legs on his shoulders, and started to really slam into me. I couldn't help but say his name as I tried to meet his plunges. I was in sexual overload, and my by now extremely battered prostate closed the deal expelling round after round of my own cum all over my now very smooth and hairless belly. Seeing what he achieved, Joey roared his pleasure and exuded pride as he fired four more rounds deep inside me. The sensations must have been too much for me as I think I passed out, overwhelmed that my first sexual experience would have ended this way and in this manner! I had been well and truly fucked and not by a girl but by my best friend. The next thing I realized, I was in bed, spooned by Joey with his chest hugging my back and his arms loosely around me. Glancing at the clock radio staring back at me on the bedside table, I saw that it was about 5:30 a.m. and considering how long last night's episode lasted I could only have slept about three hours. The next thing I noticed was that Joey's hard cock was gently thrusting in and out of my pussy. Damn, did I just refer to it as that? Well, what else does a boy who has worn a bra and panties say when he is made to cum from being fucked alone? Who knows how long Joey had been at it. Nonetheless, this time there was so much cum in me that it no longer hurt. At this point I wasn't even sure if Joey was awake or realized what he was doing. Anyway, breeding had become so second nature to him that perhaps he was even able to fuck me in his sleep. After languidly easing in and out of my well-worn ass, Joey rolled me over so that I was face down, my cock, or clit as Joey referred to it, mashed into the mattress. He was muttering over and over, how much he loved fucking my pussy. Somehow, his tool found the angle and pressured my prostate. Between his cock and the pressure of mine against the mattress, it was all soon over. I could feel the ecstasy of my own orgasm which soon pushed Joey to his fourth. All I could think, as I drifted asleep mashed into a pool of my own cum with my Asian lover on my back was how sore his balls must be! Joey woke up at 10:30 a.m. and rushed to take a shower. I heard the water running and felt the urgent need to get to the toilet. I could only hope the water in the shower would cover the sound of my farts as my body expelled all the cum that hadn't been absorbed by my body. I was amazed at the amount of splooge and then shit that splashed into the toilet bowl beneath me. My god could Joey Chen cum! Realizing I was in the bathroom, Joey said, "Hurry up and get in here with me. Check out is at Noon so we still have a little time!" Having both been virgins twelve hours ago, I was quickly learning that Joey Chen was an insatiable sex maniac. "Here's the soap, I'll shift so you can get wet and wash yourself off. And, Billie, make sure you clean out your pussy! I wouldn't want my cum leaking out and staining your underwear and trousers. God only knows how you'd explain that!" Joey said, in between laughs! Once I was done and Joey was satisfied I was clean, we got out of the tub and dried off. When we got to the bedroom, Joey looked over at the clock...it was only a little after 11:00 a.m. His eyes lit up and he said, "Damn, we still got nearly an hour. We can get a lot of serious work done if we work fast!" Joey laughed and pushed me, naked, into a sitting position on the edge of a very smelly and sticky bed. Then he began rubbing his cock forcefully all over my face. "Yeah, Billie, you like the feel of that cock juice being smeared all over your face, don't you? Maybe we should let it dry so I can drop you off and your parents can see just what YOU did on Prom night!" For some reason, my stomach found that exact moment to growl. I hadn't swallowed anything other than Joey's cum since leaving the Prom and I was hungry. "Don't worry, Baby," Joey said, laughing at my predicament, "I've got your breakfast all heated up...now get off that comfy bed where you lost your virginity and get on your knees, now, Cock sucker!" I glanced at the clock and knew we didn't have much time especially given Joey's staying power. Plus, I had an intense desire to please him and my mouth drooled, thinking about the thick, dark-brown, spongy flesh awaiting me. Once in position, Joey grabbed my head with his left hand while his right hand guided his cock to my eager, hungry lips. "Come on, you fucking cocksucker! From now on, this sausage is your breakfast every morning and it comes with a side of cum!" he said, with a bit of jest. "Yeah, you can lean over and suck me on the way to school! Don't worry, soon you'll be so good you won't gag so others won't be able to hear you in the parking lot. Can't you imagine how those rednecks would react seeing you swing on my cock!" As I slurped on my breakfast "burrito" Joey kept congratulating me on my growing cock-sucking skills. He was teaching me how he wanted me to suck! As he neared his orgasm, he jerked on my head so that I had to look up into his eyes. "Look at me, Billie," I don't want you to swallow my cum when I start shooting it into your mouth. Instead, let it gather on your tongue. I want you to show it to me and hold it in your mouth so you can taste it better! Do you understand?" With that, he pulled back slightly, and gripped my head with both hands before letting fly. My mouth felt so full I thought I'd choke on it but I knew better than to disappoint my Asian stud! When he finished, Joey pulled his cock out of my mouth, whiles strands of his jism still linking us together. "Amazing," he said, "This is beyond hot!" Grabbing his phone, he said, "keep that mouth of yours open," this is going in the permanent files!" And then he snapped several pictures of me, his cum and his dick, and my face smeared with his pre-cum. I had to have looked like a slut. Worse, Joey laughed and took another picture of my little cock and the cum I had just shot on the carpet. "Wow! Remember last night I told you that if you played your cards right I'd make it good for you? Well, seeing how you came without touching yourself just from sucking on my cock it sure means I kept my word!" And then he said one, simple word: "swallow!" It wasn't much for breakfast....but at least it was almost 100% protein! Looking at the clock, Joey said, "Shit! We've only got a few minutes to check out. This once, I'm going to save you from the humiliation of wearing my cum on your face. I'll run down, put the bill on Dad's credit card and get the car. Meet me out front!" As I rushed to do as he said, I looked back at the room we were leaving. We had both left a lot behind. The course of our lives had certainly changed in less than the past 14 hours! As we pulled away from the hotel, Joey insisted we stop by his house before he dropped me off. He said I should join him and show some gratitude to his Dad for getting us the room. I guess he wanted me to witness his recounting of the so-called festivities to his soon to be very proud Asian dad! I don't know if I mentioned it, but Joey's house was amazing. His Dad had to conform the family's lifestyle to certain standards as his company's senior representative in our little Georgia town. Additionally, his parents often entertained visiting executives from China who sometimes brought their children along in order to see America. Still, his parents were pretty decent and had always treated me kindly. They had not allowed Joey to act spoiled or to be rude. While they could have spoken Chinese when I was around, they always spoke English out of courtesy. Plus, Joey and his dad often spoke with a frankness I could never imagine having with my parents. Still I was beyond mortified when I listened to their conversation which went like this.... "So Son, looking at your grinning face, it looks like you've got some good news to share with me," his Dad said as he ushered us into his home office. "Dad, it was amazing. She wanted it so bad she was willing to practically grovel at my feet wearing a matching red bra and panties! And those lips... I almost shot just watching my cock disappearing down her pale, white throat. The feeling was amazing, better than I could have ever imagined, and the fucking was unbelievable!" "Well, Joey, I always knew you'd grow up to be a stud like your Dad. Just make sure you're always safe like we talked about. Boys will be boys here in the USA and in China. Your Mom and I want you to get some experience so that you'll be able to make a more wise decision about the person you settle down with. Sexual compatibility is extremely important as well as other attributes. One of the worst things is if your partner never wants it like you do. Thankfully, your mother and I are pretty darn compatible which is a good thing since I would have gone crazy if she hadn't been willing to put out. By the way, what about Billy? Was he as fortunate as you?" his dad said, as he gazed towards me. My face was red with humiliation. I couldn't help but wonder what his dad felt or knew about me. "Oh Dad, you know I've always been good to Billie. He didn't get what I did, that's for sure, but he received his fair share and seemed very happy about it. I think we both realized before but especially last night that Billie seems happiest when I take charge and arrange things for us. So, yeah, I think it worked out just as well for him but in a different way, right Billie?" "Yeah, um, sure, ah," was all I could say, as I feigned indifference to all that was being implied about me, about us in this strange conversation with his Dad. "Well, that's great, boys," his Dad replied. Looking intently at his son he added, "You may be in charge as you say, but always treat Billy well and respect him regardless of his natural position in life just as I try to do with all the Americans working for us. Do you understand me, Joey." "Yes, Dad! Absolutely and completely!" Joey responded. "Well that was about the oddest conversation I've ever witnessed," I told Joey as we got into his car to go to my house. "Not really," Joey responded. "We Chinese don't have all the hang-ups you Americans have regarding sex because ours isn't a religious culture like yours is down here in Georgia. Also, there are many more men than women so it is common for men to, ah, experiment before hooking up with women. We've got to know how to make them happy when we get the opportunity so we'll be able to get a second shot if you know what I mean. I had hoped to skip that step here but being with you was really great." "Look, Billie, I won't lie, I think we both discovered things about ourselves last night that can work to our mutual advantage. I think you're probably totally gay. Like, really, you took everything I gave you so naturally that you've just got to be a total bottom," Joey continued. "But, Joey, I...I," "Don't worry, Billie, and even though I think of you as my girly boy Billie now, I don't think less of you for what you are," Joey said, as he placed his arm around me, gently squeezing my shoulder. "But, you got to accept that we're just wired differently which really is advantageous for both of us. You came without your hands from having my cock down your throat and from my fucking your pussy! A real man isn't wired that way!" "Look," he continued, "I know this is a lot for you to take in right now. You may be Billie for me in our private times together but you're still Bill my best friend. It's just that after last night, we have more clearly defined roles. I'm going to take care of you but I am also going to expect you to take care of my needs. Now that I've had your pussy and experienced that amazing mouth, I'm going to want it every day. Just think, Billie, every day I'll reward your friendship with my cock. Just like last night, over and over again!" he said, laughing as he pulled into my driveway. I was rendered speechless from Joey's pronouncement. However, I was relieved he didn't seem to think less of me and that we were still friends. Nonetheless, I knew things had changed and would never be the same. I can't say that Joey made me gay. He simply peeled away my self-pretenses. And, upon reflection, I couldn't deny how hot the memory of last night made me. It was as if I had an itch that only Joey could scratch. "Look, Bill, if it makes things easier for you, I'll go in and say hi to your parents so you don't get tongue-tied and embarrass yourself," Joey said, opening his car door and coming around to open mine as he would have for his date before I could even respond. As usual, he was in the lead as we walked up to my front door. Walking right in he greeted my Mom and Dad who were watching TV in the living room. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Bracken," he said, boisterously, "Billie and I sure had a great time last night! At least for me, it was better than I expected and, I think I can say, it was phenomenal for Billy, too." While Joey had, in the past, been somewhat confident, now after having lost his virginity, he was exuding a new aura of masculinity that was not lost on my parents. My Dad, of course, picked up on it very quickly and I think my Mom sensed the difference, too. "Why, Joey, I can only imagine you found someone very interesting at the Prom!" Of course he had to have been thinking Joey scored one of the local girls. "Well, Mr. Bracken, as they say, a gentleman never tells!" Joey said, with laughter in his eyes. It almost killed me to see my Dad and Joey high five each other as real men often do. What was I to say, "Hey Dad, I scored, too! I got Joey Chen's surprisingly big cock up my ass, oops, I mean, pussy! He fucked me until I came. Oh, did I forget, I came from sucking him, too." Nope, Dad wouldn't have gone for that! When my Mom stepped into the kitchen, Joey quietly told my Dad, "Sir, Billie was given a red bra and panties to remember his evening by." "Son?" Dad said, as his jaw reached the floor. "Ah, ah, ah," was all I could stutter. "Nah, Mr. Bracken," Joey interceded, "he didn't get any in THAT sense. If I understood it right, someone thought he was cute and simply sent him a message. The kid's gotta have hope that some day he'll score some like his best bud! Right, Billie!" Winner Takes All Laura Matthews didn't talk to me for a week after I turned down her invitation to go dress shopping for our junior-high school dance; Lisa Thornton in the ninth grade only wanted to talk to me when she needed someone to vent to about her latest fight with her boyfriend, mom, or little brother; and Christina Morritz spread ugly rumors about me sophomore year because she was insecure about her own self. All of them were ex-best friends and a glaring reminder why I didn't hang out with girls any more. My junior year of high school I finally found my kind of friends: Lyle, Joey, and Conner, all graduating seniors and a solid replacement for each girl friend I had lost. They had already been friends for years by the time I stumbled across them but the four of us had been inseparable. My name is Adeline Andrews and back then I was one of the guys. Most people considered me a tom-boy. Sure I wore cut off shorts and tank tops that showed off my figure but that was only around my house when it was too hot for anything else. More often than not, though, I wore baggy band t-shirts and jeans. I had no problem telling crude jokes or going on grand adventures or playing video games. This was what allowed our friendship to work. The guys appreciated that I could keep up with them, that I was just like them. As the years went on, the four of us grew closer and closer. My mom had met them and eventually became comfortable with the idea of me going out with them, even staying over at their houses sometimes. They were as protective of me as a group of older brothers, which she had to admit gave her peace of mind. Even though I was tough, it made her feel better to know I had three strong guys looking out for me. It was a good thing she couldn't read my thoughts though, because if she had known about some of the ideas going around in my head about them, she would have changed her mind in a heart beat about letting me run with them so often. I wasn't like other girls but I can say I had one thing in common with most: I fantasized about boys very, very often. To have three attractive boys around me for hours on end almost every day of the week was both a nightmare and a dream come true rolled into one. While hanging out with Conner, watching a movie stretched out on his bed, my mind would suddenly wander into an alternate reality where we are having wild sex there instead. My imagination was so vivid, I would swear I could feel him inside me, feel myself nearing an orgasm and had to clamp my lips together to keep from reacting to it. All the while, right next to me, unsuspecting Conner just watched the movie. The same thing happened when I was with Lyle. Any time he touched me, whether it was a hug, an arm around my shoulder, or even if he only nudged me to get my attention, I got hot and excited, envisioning those hands feeling me all over: groping and pinching and teasing. Joey wasn't a part of these fantasies. He was the 'quiet one' every group of friends has. The one who is the nicest, most responsible when things get serious, and most well mannered. It was hard to believe he would say something even remotely sexual, let alone do. When I first imagined sex with him it felt...wrong, as though I was forcing him to do things he didn't want to do by having him appear in my fantasy. I left Joey out of it then and focused solely on dreaming of Lyle and Conner. Time and again I had to wonder, with the way they sometimes looked at me or where their hands would drift to when they tickled me, if they didn't dream of me, too. On a sultry afternoon in June, the four of us sat camped around a wide screen TV in the shoe box Conner and Joey called their apartment. It was Joey's birthday; he was the last of the guys to turn twenty-one. Even though I was only twenty, and therefore by law still a minor, I had been invited over to celebrate with them by cracking open some cold beers, eating pizza, and spending the whole day just playing video games. The apartment was filled with the clicks of mashing buttons, outraged grunts, victorious jeering, and the occasional slurp of beer stolen in between games. I had never had beer before and was thrown off my first sip for expecting it to taste like crème soda, but to keep up appearances I kept drinking, although only taking baby sips. The air conditioner was broken so as it got hotter, not cooler, with the sun setting, I began to feel myself glisten with sweat. Conner was happy to take my controller when I handed it to him, which gave me a chance to make some adjustments. The hair scrunchie on my wrist wrapped around my shoulder-length blond hair, securing it in a messy ponytail on the back of my head. With my hair up, I could feel the gentle winds from the open window on my face. But I was still too hot. My t-shirt had to go. I swept the shirt by the hem over my head, my chest still covered by the plain black tank top I wore underneath, but just barely. It was a bit on the small side with thin, loose spaghetti straps. It covered my tits but not without showing a little off the top. After the shirt passed from in front of my eyes I could see that the guys had paused the game and were staring at me, each one half grinning. "Don't let us stop you," Lyle said. Rolling my eyes, I said playfully, "Shut up, I'm done." "Are you sure," Joey said with a slight pout. "Maybe you're too hot in your jeans, too?" I gaped. "Don't you start," I said, throwing one of the pillows on the couch at him. "You're supposed to be the good guy." He grinned my way to let me know he'd only been kidding. Neither Lyle nor Conner gave any such indication. My skin prickled as one of my fantasies sprung to life, this one involving both of them taking me at once, but I forced the images of Lyle bending me over the arm of the couch and Conner passionately kissing me out of my mind. There was no way I could get away with it when all three of them were around, someone was bound to notice my reactions. Later, I promised myself. Reluctantly, the boys returned to playing, in Lyle's case watching, the game. I felt a lot better free of the heavy cotton prison that was my t-shirt. The breezes coming through the window wrapped themselves around my bare shoulders, skated across my partially exposed chest. We went back to joking and being buddy-buddy, but I could tell me removing my shirt had reminded all of them I was a girl. There seemed to be no end to the smirks and sideways glances where their eyes would move up and down, Joey's too! I would be lying if I said I didn't like the attention. No one had ever looked at me, boyish, stubborn, plain ol' me like that. I had a nice figure, I guess, but the way I kept it covered up no one would ever know. Their wandering eyes were fodder for the fantasies. A steady throb began between my legs that I took great pains to suppress. When It was time to trade off controllers, Lyle and I went head to head. I hadn't been winning very often. Without any type of console in my house I didn't get as much practice as the guys. However, the alcohol having dulled his senses, I managed to beat Lyle in a fighting game by a hair. As was customary, I began my victory speech. "Better luck next time, Lye." I gushed, giving him a smug grin. He rolled his eyes up and spoke to the ceiling. "One time in a million and she starts gloating," he said. "It was luck." "No way, dude! You had to put in effort this time and you still lost. I've gotten better at this game. Better than you, even." An inciting 'Ooooo' went up from Conner and Joey. What I said was the overstatement of the year, but I couldn't help feeling smug and kept going on and on. "You couldn't win again." Lyle took up his controller from where he let it down after he'd lost. "Is that the ungraceful loser's way of asking for a rematch?" My beer sat on a coffee table beside me and as I took my time sipping from it, Lyle's fingers tapped against the floor, impatient. "Are we gonna play or not?" He was trying desperately to hide his smile, to seem genuine about his annoyance, but my cockiness was too ridiculous, even I knew it. "Unless you're scared to be called out, of course," he added. My tone nonchalant, I said, "I'm not scared, only thirsty. Can't a guy take a drink?" I picked up my controller, pressed the start button, and waited for Lyle to do the same, but he didn't. A glance in his direction revealed that he wasn't even looking at the screen anymore. "Thinking about what I want if I win," he explained. Ah, low stakes gambling. Just what we needed to spice things up. And if Lyle got to make a bet, I did, too. "I know what I want: bragging rights for the rest of the month," I said without hesitation. Lyle seemed unconcerned. "And when I win...you have to do what ever I say for the rest of the night." I had to think about that one. If I lost, did I really want to be subjected to any of Lyle's embarrassing tasks. He'd probably tell me to dip my toe in the toilet, drink week old milk that Conner and Joey were sure to have kept in the fridge, or dance around with ice cubes in my pants. Nevertheless, I had run my mouth too much to turn back now. We shook on it. On three, he pressed start and the game began again. Although I fought hard, at the end of three rounds it was Lyle who landed the finishing blow to my fighting avatar. Player one wins/Player two loses glared out at me from the split screen. The guys erupted, howling like baboons. I sat back against the coffee table and waited, sipping on the beer I'd been nursing all night, casual as if I hadn't just made a raving ass out of myself. At the end of their celebration, Lyle sent a smirk my way, a playful gleam in his eye. "Ready to meet my demands," he said. "Lay it on me." I tried to seem unaffected, bored even, but the humiliation that was sure to come was having an affect on me. "Remember, you've got to do everything I say, otherwise you're a punk who-" "I know that, Lyle. I'm not a sore loser. Unlike you." I added with defiance if only to show them that I wasn't going to mope and guilt him into letting me out of my end of the bet. "I'm not a wuss." "Okay then, Miss Not-A-Wuss, go get us all some more beers. Chop chop." It was plain he had had too much to drink, all of them had, but I rose from my place on the floor and headed to the kitchen. When I returned painfully cradling three ice cold beers from the fridge in my bare arms, I found the three of them now huddled together on one couch, Lyle in the middle, whispering in low, conspiratorial tones. Clearing my throat dramatically to break it up, I passed out the drinks. After the beers were opened and the boys had guzzled from them with earnest, I asked, "Now what?" They exchanged one last glance, Joey's natural peach complexion blossoming to rose red, before focusing their attention on me. "Dance," Lyle said. He folded his arms behind his head, leaned back into the sofa, and waited. When I didn't move he said, "Is there a problem? Dance. No, it doesn't matter how. I know there's no music, just-" Lyle sighed, fed up with my stalling. He picked up the game controller at his feet and with the press of a button, the game's main menu with theme music began to play on repeat. "Now. Dance." What else could I do? The fact that it hadn't been what I was expecting him to tell me didn't mean anything. I danced. It also didn't matter that I couldn't keep on beat with the music or that I wasn't really dancing, just hopping awkwardly from one foot to the next. The guys had their eyes trained on my bouncing chest. As I mentioned, the tank top I wore was too small, hardly able to contain all of me, and as I moved I could feel my tits ready to pop over the neck line. There was nothing I could do to change that, though. If I stopped dancing or even tried to pull my top back into place, I would be severely chastised for doing anything other than what Lyle had told me. Or maybe I just made that rule up myself. Maybe I wanted them to see; there was no doubt they, a bunch of drunk, horny boys who had had a taste of me and wanted more, wanted to see. In any case, even though I felt a little uncomfortable, it was a lot of fun to hold them entranced as I moved my body. I noticed their hard-ons pressing up against their jeans; noticed their hands eagerly stroking through the denim but itching to touch me and that was when the realization set in that for once I wasn't pretending; this was reality. The excitement was mounting in me. I got more into it: shook my hips, tossed my hands up. "This needs real music," Joey decided. He shut off the TV and pressed a button on a stereo system in the corner. As he resettled on the couch, his hand again massaging his crotch, a bassy R&B song filtered out of the speakers. It was just the thing to put me even more in the mood. I pulled off the scrunchie, my hair came tumbling down my shoulders. With a few more hops, as I had predicted, my tits, still held securely in a red full-cup bra, popped over the neck line of my tank. "Take it off," Lyle was quick to command. Still dancing, I began to dispose of the scant top in the same way I had my t-shirt, rolling it up from the hem over my head. The guys watched in rapture, and their attention motivated me to get creative; suddenly, I wanted to see how well I could do in exciting them. Would it be as easy as they had excited me; as easy as I had imagined? I had seen girls in movies doing all kinds of moves that guys liked so, taking a page from them, I strutted up to Lyle and turned my back to him, shaking my tight ass just inches away from his face. I was no expert and I know it might have been a bit awkward at first but, once I got the hang of it, I fell into a rhythm. Lyle's hands took hold of my hips. He eased me in closer as I bent low, my hands on my knees for support, and shook to the music. His hands moved in circles on my hips, he caressed and slapped my ass again and again. The spanking did things to me. My smile, along with my arousal, grew. There were more hands on me: squeezing one reddened cheek and the other, slipping between my legs to rub my clit through my baggy jeans. Feeling almost painfully aroused, I glanced over my shoulder to see the guys' expressions while they explored me. "Wow," Joey's voice was little more than a whisper. His hand was the one massaging between my legs, I was shocked to discover. Of all the guys, Joey had been the most direct. "I don't believe it," he said, "There really is a girl under here." His finger slid further down my slit, as if he were trying to insert it into me through my clothes. My breath caught in my throat. "Maybe," Conner joked, giving my right ass cheek a squeeze. "But she still moves like a dude." "What does that mean," I said. It was strange but, all of a sudden, while shaking and dancing half naked before the guys, being referred to as a dude was an insult. "It means you aren't using the right parts," Conner explained. "I'm barely hard at all." "I feel the same. Only one way to fix that," Lyle said. That meant a new command was coming. "Okay, Addie, stop dancing. Turn around, face me." I did. "Take off the bra. Slowly." For convenience, I only bought bras that unhooked in the front which I was grateful for at that moment. Conner wants to get hard, huh, I thought as my fingers toyed with the clasp. Let's see how he likes this. In one fluid motion, I unhooked the clasp and turned my back on the guys. The cups fell to either side. To the sound of zippers, I let the straps slide down my shoulders, then tossed the bra over my head. Out of nowhere, an odd feeling washed over me; a mix of feeling free and attractive, but also nervous. Not only had I never shown my naked body to anyone before, I was scared to know what the guys would have to say about it. I gave myself a quick critique. My 34B tits were round, full, and sat low on my chest; large, flat areolas the color of milk chocolate with erect nipples sitting in the center. Would the guys approve? Pulling in a steadying breath I turned slowly, my chin high to face them and their exposed, hard cocks. It was only a second as the guys took me in then began to clap. It was a slow clap of awe. Instantly empowered by the reaction, I gave a little wiggle. "I've got to taste those." Lyle didn't waste time; he hoisted himself up from between Conner and Joey, grabbed me around my waist, lifted me off my feet, and stumbled backward to crash down on the other sofa so that I landed on top of him, on all fours, with his face pressed against my soft, fleshy orbs. His tongue extended and traced a circle around my areola, a sensation which left my nipple tingling. He did it again and again and finally took the nipple into his mouth, sucking. Leaning over to hold myself up with one arm, I bravely went in for a little action myself. My free hand dipped into Lyle's jeans, already unzipped and unbuttoned, and drew him out. My hand closed around his dick and pulled on it gently, jerking him off. He hadn't been expecting it; his hands gripped my ass suddenly. From there, one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place, the other snaked up to my other tit where he pinched and squeezed the sensitive nerves, then rolled my hard nipple between thumb and index finger. I gasped, my head rolled as far back as it could go, then turned to the right where I caught sight of Conner and Joey, hard dicks in hand, as they furiously stroked; their eyes locked on me. Conner was bold. He didn't want Lyle to have all the fun with New Addie, and rose from the couch to join in. He towered over me with his dick in my face, poking at my lips. But, stubbornly, I wouldn't let him in. After all, he hadn't been the one who'd won the bet. "Lye," he complained. I didn't let Conner have any part of me until Lyle, reluctantly, removed my tit from his mouth just long enough to order me to take him, then resumed suckling me. My mouth opened. Conner eagerly shoved six and a half inches of throbbing cock inside the warm hole and began thrusting, his hand on the back of my head, fucking my face as though it was the only chance he'd ever get at pleasure. The smooth head brushed the roof of my mouth, the tip of my tongue grazed his shaft over and over as he thrust in and out. My lips tightened around him. I had never sucked dick before, but Conner's deep, throaty moans told me I was doing it right. That was when I felt a tug at my jeans. It was Joey. Soft spoken, mild mannered, Joey hadn't even bothered to ask Lyle's permission. I began to realize that maybe he was the most sexual of the three of them and he'd fooled us all. There was nothing stopping him. Lyle wasn't paying attention, my hand was supporting me while the other tugged Lyle's cock, and my jeans were loose; no tight skinny jeans for this tomboy. Joey was able to get them down around my knees in seconds. Oh well, he was the birthday boy after all. He could have his fun. On all fours, I was in the perfect position for him to deliver a sudden spank to my panty clad ass. It made a crisp, loud smack and sent a jolt through me like blast of electricity. I grunted from the pain, but trembled from the pleasure, dipped my chest lower and rocked back toward him for another, which he gave me. I was too happy to receive. After each slap, Joey would gently rub the feeling out of my cheeks so as not to hurt me too badly, and gave me more as long as I kept signaling I wanted more. My panties dampened with moisture as my arousal grew. I felt beyond myself, unable to believe that what I had been waiting for all along was happening. These friends of mine, almost since as soon as I'd met them, were meant to have me this way. Soft, restless moans, even with my mouth full, forced themselves out of me while the thrill of what I was doing shook me all over. I wanted more, wanted Lyle to take it even further. Sure enough, after about ten minutes, Lyle spat me out and addressed us all. Winner Takes All "That's it," he managed, breathless from all the stimulation. "I can't take it anymore." Conner retreated, Joey relented, allowing Lyle to effortlessly roll out from under me and scoop me up in his powerful arms. He marched at the head of the procession to Joey's room in the back of the apartment. Joey's room was the neatest and his bed had been made which meant it was prime choice. He dropped me ungraciously onto the bed. As I straightened out, Lyle snatched my pants the rest of the way down and tossed them, then shucked off his pants and boxer shorts. He eased my thighs apart and crawled up in between, now his turn to be on all fours, with his rock hard cock pressing into my stomach. Joey and Conner took up positions on either side of the bed for a clear view, eying me hungrily, again fondling their own cocks. Lyle leaned in to speak in my ear. "What do you think I'm going to do to you, Addie," he whispered, breathing haggard. His eyelashes brushed across my skin as he moved along my face. Our mouths met. His breath was heavy with alcohol but I kissed him with my lips and tongue.I arced my head back, licking along his lips, locked my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. This was it. Finally. "Fuck me." He rose up to his knees, drew my panties aside. My juices were already dribbling down my bare lips from the excitement. Sliding his finger up and down along the curve of my pussy he came to a stop at my clit to rub with the faintest touch. I moaned softly and shivered. He touched and stroked, adding more and more pressure, until his fingers were slick and he knew I couldn't be teased anymore. He slid his finger back down low, found my center, and pushed his middle finger slowly inside up to the knuckle. Lyle's fingers were a lot bigger than my own. My breath came in rapid bursts from the sudden intrusion, my eyelashes fluttered, my mouth stood agape and in that moment Joey took hold of my chin, turned my face toward him and, crawling partially onto the bed, stuffed himself into my mouth. His cock brushed along the roof of my mouth. He was a bit longer than Conner, I could feel him edging further and further towards the back of my throat, but just before he went too far, Joey would pull back allowing the experience to be enjoyable rather than unbearable. Lyle was pushing his finger in and out of me almost to the beat with Joey's thrusts making the two feelings one. Then Conner reached in and both hands grabbed onto my tits, which shook from the pounding I was receiving. He twisted and pinched my nipples as Lyle had. I shut my eyes, just feeling all of those sensations. My muffled moans carried through the open bedroom window. Even though it was getting late and the neighbors were sure to complain, I could not be quiet and it didn't seem like the guys cared much anyway. I felt my body rock as Lyle picked up the pace, inserting another finger inside of me. It hurt a little but I loved the feeling of being filled up. Joining in, I began to hump his fingers. The sensations grew in me, heightening me nearly to peak. At last, with one long cry, I came. My pussy pulsing around his fingers, I sent more sweet juices trickling down his hand. He tore his fingers out of me, which left me feeling empty. I let Joey fall out of my mouth to give Lyle my full attention. He slid the fingers he had just fucked me with into his mouth, licking it all way. "I'd say you're ready now," he said. I panted and writhed, totally pleasured but the night was far from over.