9 comments/ 143438 views/ 28 favorites Another Bet By: westerntiger (A Dylan James Story) This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For the Road" series. Please check all his adventures out - they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. * Tom Bergin's was very crowded. The bar area was full of people celebrating it being Saturday night, and the restaurant was jammed with two parties and several couples eating dinner. There was a constant flow of people from the bar and back. Dylan was sitting at a table with two fellow stuntmen, Rocky and Tony. They had been filming a gag for a new Martin Lawrence film. Dylan was doubling for a villain that Martin Lawrence's character was chasing. Tony was doubling for Martin. It was a foot chase through a neighborhood, jumping fences and such. Rocky was driving a car that crashed into Dylan as he ran from Tony. The chase and crash had taken all day to film from set up to wrap, and the guys were blowing off some stream with beers and dinner at Bergin's. Dylan had just finished his steak and was working on his second beer when two really pretty girls came from the bar and passed their table headed for one of the parties. The first one was Hispanic with long black hair, long legs and a great bubble butt. The second girl had pale skin and short red hair. She was dressed in a gold-colored top that was low cut enough to show off her impressive rack. Her rack was held in place by a tight push-up bra that made her tits stand out like a shelf. Her top hung to just below her belly button exposing 3 inches of pale skin before her low rider jeans started. The jeans were skin tight and showed off her long legs and extremely nice ass. "Whoa, boy! Put those eyes back in your head." Rocky chided Dylan. "Which one did you like?" Tony asked. "The red head. She is very tight." Dylan answered. "Yes, and both are very married." Rocky pointed out. "Did you see the rock on the dark-haired girl's finger?" "So what? That has never stopped me before." Tony bragged. "Really? So you bag married women all the time?" Rocky questioned. "Sure. My favorite sport. And from what I hear about our boy, Dylan, it is his as well." Tony grinned. Dylan had known these guys for several years and they were good friends. Rocky was a little older then him and was considered one of the best gag drivers in town. He was married with two kids and enjoyed his family life a great deal. Tony was just the opposite. He loved to chase pussy, and he got a lot of it. He had trained to be an LA Fireman, but stunt money was too good. He was one of the best black stunt guys in town doubling for all the major black actors from Denzel to Will Smith. He was big, strong, very confident and liked to talk trash. "So you are saying that you could get either one of those chicks to fuck you?" Rocky asked Tony. "Maybe not fuck me tonight, but I could certainly get one of their phone numbers or emails for some later action. No doubt." "How do you know that?" "Rocky, my man. They're just waiting to be asked. Look at them. Dressed hot, not getting it at home, looking for some excitement on the side. It would be like shooting fish in a barrel." "Really? What do you say Dylan? You think you can get their numbers as well?" Rocky wanted to know. "Hey, I am just sitting here. I just saw two good looking women. It is not a contest." Dylan stated. "Well, it could be," Tony challenged. "What did you have in mind?" Dylan asked. "A simple wager between friends. First one to get a phone number or email wins. The loser buys dinner for the other two. The old man (Tony indicted Rocky) will be the referee. First one to him with a number or email is the winner. Cool?" Dylan smiled to himself. Tony was always betting on something. He should just move to Vegas and set up shop. Yet, Dylan enjoyed a wager like everyone else, especially this kind. He glanced at the two women. They were hot for sure, but the red head seemed a little more ... Something. The way that she stood and carried herself, she seemed a little wilder, a little freer. If he went for this bet, he wasn't just going for a phone number. He took a sip of his beer and looked at Tony. He loved Tony, but he was a real big mouth. He would like to take him down a peg or two, and this seemed like a good way. "Okay, I will take that bet except we have to raise the stakes." "How?" "First one to fuck their woman wins. Rocky is the judge. You have to bring some personal item from the woman to prove it." "Tonight?" Tony exclaimed. "No, take a week. We get the numbers tonight. If we both get numbers, then we have a week to seduce them and get a personal item from them." "How will we know if the item is really from them?" "Look, if you are going to lie about a piece of ass just to win a steak dinner, then you should bet on something else. Like you said - an agreement between friends. First one to bring the item to Rocky wins. How about that?" Tony looked at him considering. Dylan knew that Tony would go for it. He was a sucker for bets, plus he believed that he could nail anything that walked. Dylan also knew that Tony would try for the Hispanic woman. He loved those bubble butts. "Okay, it is a deal." "Good, you boys enjoy yourselves. I am going home to my wife. See you on the set tomorrow at 7 AM." Rocky said as he threw down money for his food and beer. After he had left, Tony and Dylan sat finishing their beer and discussing who wanted which girl. Like a missile headed for the target, Tony went for the Hispanic girl. She was still sitting with her friends, so Tony went to get another beer and consider how to get into talk with her. Dylan and he had decided whomever got a number first would give the other a high sign. Dylan considered Tony's chances after he had left the table. Tony was about 6'1", in great shape and had a real gift for gab. Dylan had seen him before work his magic on a young thing at a party. Tony was very smooth. Dylan had no doubt that Tony could get that woman if she was even slightly available. But Dylan felt he had advantage over Tony, because basically he just didn't care. Tony was always full speed ahead on everything he did, sometimes he tried too hard. Dylan would certainly like to fuck the red-head, but it was only for a steak dinner and bragging rights. It was just not that important to him. He thought if he worked that angle, it might be his advantage over Tony. The redhead and a thin looking guy got up from the party and headed up toward the bar. Her walk was like watching like sex in motion. Everything about her read - fuck me! She was very hot. This seemed like the moment to see what the 411 was, so Dylan got up and follow the pair toward the bar. As he moved through the restaurant, several women followed him with their eyes. Dylan was a very handsome, well built guy. He was about 6' 2" and 210 pounds of hard muscle with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He moved with the grace and power of a tiger. He wore tight jeans, boots and a pull-over sweater that showed off his very well developed chest and ripped forearms and biceps. Plus Dylan radiated confidence. Dylan knew who he was and what he wanted from life and was not shy about asking for it. His strength of character and quiet leadership made him the focus of any room that he was in, even when he was not trying to be. As he walked into the bar area, Tony passed him headed back towards the Hispanic girl. They nodded at each other. The Game was on. Dylan looked around for the redhead and noticed her by the jukebox flipping through songs, and her escort at the bar ordering. Now or never! "Find anything interesting?" He said as he stepped up to the jukebox. "Just looking." She said continuing to flip through the songs. Now that he was so very close to her, Dylan could really see how pretty she was. She had pale white skin dotted with little freckles. Her tits were encased in a very tight pushup bra that made her look like she was going to spill out of her low cut top at any moment. Her red hair was just to the top of her shoulders and the profile of her face was lovely. Dylan began to care if he was successful or not. "They have some great obscure Elvis Costello a little further back." "I am more a Frank fan." She still kept her head down not looking at him. "Oh a Rat Pack girl. Well, they have the entire CD for "In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning" on here too." At that, she turned to look up at him. As their eyes met, he could see hers sparkle just a touch. "You must come here a lot." "Just enough to know what's playing, not enough to have a sandwich named after me." She gave him a smile at that. "My name is Dylan." He offered his hand "I'm Anne." She said taking it. "Pleased to meet you." Dylan held her hand for just a second too long and then let go. "I have a confession to make." "Wow, we are to confessions already." "I am not going to talk about my family or complain that I was not potty trained enough." "I am glad to hear that." "You see that black guy talking to your friend back there. Well, he bet me that he could get her information before I could get yours. So I just came up to look like I am trying. It is a guy thing; I have to look like I am trying." "You don't want my number?" "Well, of course, I'd like your number." "Then you don't have much confidence in your approach." "No, my approach is fine, thank you. This is not my approach. You are here with friends, a guy is buying you a drink, and you have rock on you finger the size of West Texas, so I figured you are not available." "What if I was 'available'?" "Well, I would be surprised and honored to accept your info." "Not so fast, junior. Besides I am just fucking with you." "I figured." At that moment, the guy friend came over with the drinks. Anne introduced him to Dylan and then she turned her back toward Dylan as she spoke to her friend. Dylan instantly knew what that move meant. She was trying to see if he would he stay there waiting for her to turn around. He also knew that if he did stay she never would turn around, so he moved over to the bar and started talking to Charlie, the bartender. About ten minutes later, he noticed a large pair of tits in a gold top move in beside him. "You left." He turned to look at Anne. It was really hard not to stare at her tits. There was so much cleavage showing, it was quite the test. And that is why she wore it. Her tits looked hot and she knew it. "You were talking to your friend, and I figured if you wanted to give me your number, you would." "That is all the work you want to do?" "Depends on what kind of work I have to do." He left the answer just hanging in the air. "Why are you all here tonight?" "See the girl in the black dress. It's her birthday." Dylan turned to see a beautiful, if slightly drunk blond in a tiny backless black cocktail dress talking to Anne's male friend. She was surrounded by her friends from the table and they were all beautiful, male and female. "Don't you have any ugly friends?" "We are all former models, actors, whatever. We are all lucky and have good genes." "Or look great in jeans." "Glad you noticed. Is that your best line?" "Anne, you couldn't handle my best line." "Really? Why is that?" "Because I don't have a line. All sex takes place in the mind anyway. Looks, and sex appeal, and pheromones all have their place, but you have already made love to a person in your head long before you make love to them in person." "Have you made love to me yet?" "Gentlemen don't talk about that kind of stuff." Anne put her hand on his and squeezed. "You're cute. Hey let's grab those two seats over there." So for the next 30 minutes Dylan and Anne flirted by and forth. He told her about his stunt work, and she told him about her husband who traveled a lot and their infrequent home life. Dylan never once made a move on her. He let her do all the work. He just enjoyed her company and kept the conversation flowing. The mood was broken when Tony caught his eye across the bar. He gave Dylan the thumbs up sign, waved and headed out the door with Maria on his arm. "What did that mean?" "I guess that means he has won. He was supposed to just get her phone number." "Maria acts like a slut, but she married with a kid. Don't worry; he won't get anything but her number. Maybe more later - he IS very cute, but she won't fuck him tonight." "After all, it is just a number. It doesn't mean anything, does it?" "If you are married and give your number to a man, it matters." "Well, you still have your virtue. You haven't given me your number yet." "I was still thinking about it - but he won, so it is too late. Right?" Dylan nodded yes. "Drat. I'm sorry. Maybe next time." Anne looked at him and smiled. She looked at her watch and suddenly jumped up. "It's very late. I have to go. I need to go say goodbye to my friends. I'll be right back." Dylan watched her walk to the other side of the bar and talk to the birthday girl in the black dress. Birthday girl stared over at Dylan as Anne spoke to her. She smiled at him and winked. When Dylan nodded back at her, she slowly ran her tongue along her upper lip like she was licking something really sweet. Then, she turned and whispered something in Anne's ear. They both looked at him and giggled, then they air kissed good night. Anne said a few more goodbyes and then moved along the bar toward Dylan. "Would you walk me to my car?" She asked. "Of course." They exited the bar and crossed a busy Fairfax Boulevard. They started walking down a tree lined neighborhood street with large houses and cars parked on both sides. As they walked long, Anne took Dylan's hand and moved closer to him. There were streetlights but they were dim and spaced far apart so the street was full of shadows and dark patches. "My friend really likes you. She thinks you would be a good lay. That is what She said." "What do you think?" Dylan asked her. They stopped next to a burgundy Honda Accord parked under a large tree with low hanging branches that filtered out almost all the light that was around. "I think that you are very exciting and very dangerous. You have been a real gentleman so far. And I want to thank you for walking me to my car." Anne said as she continued to hold Dylan's hand. "My pleasure." "If I give you my number - will you think I am awful?" "You haven't given it to me yet." With that Dylan leaned down and drew her to him as he kissed her softly on the mouth. When she did not pull away, he kissed her again harder and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She melted into his arms and put her arms around his neck pulling him tighter to her. Dylan leaned her back against her car and ran his hands down her tight body to her wonderful ass. He pulled her tight to him and began to grind his rapidly expanding dick against her crotch. He had managed to keep his 9 inch monster in check so far, but her closeness and warmth was making that difficult. Dylan knew that she was very willing, but that he had to strike fast and furious if he was going to fuck her. He continued to grind his large dick against her jeans covered pussy as he kneaded the cheeks of her luscious ass. He began kissing down the side of her neck, nuzzling her ear. She moaned deep in her throat. He started kissing her throat as he slid his hands up her back to her bra. In one swift move, he pinched the back of her bra so that the hooks came undone. He then reached around pulling her top and bra down over her magnificent breasts exposing her excited nipples to the night air. He quickly grabbed her beauties in his large hands and popped her left nipple into his mouth as he rolled her right nipple in between his fingers. Anne was pinned against the car so she couldn't move away, but she began to struggle against him. "Stop. We can't so this. Ooohhhhh! Please stop. Uhhhhh." Dylan grabbed her hands and pulled them to his dick. He held her hands against him letting her feel his length as he continued to suck her left breast. Her nipples were huge. It was hard to tell, but they seemed to be about an inch long when excited. As he switched to her right breast, he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. She moaned deep in her throat. "Oh you bastard. That feels soooo good." She groaned. As if they had a mind of their own, her hands began to explore his hardness through his jeans. As her grip tighten on his iron rod, he felt it throbbed in her hand. Her eyes got bigger as she felt the size of Dylan's cock, "Holy shit. What IS that?" She exclaimed. As he continued to suck and roll his tongue over her distended nipple, Dylan reached down and undid his pants. With some difficulty he pulled his fully enlarged cock from his jeans and put it into her exploring hands. "Oh, my God! How BIG are you?" She asked as both of her hands began stroke his giant prick. Dylan took his mouth off her right tit and smiled at her. "Nine inches long and five inches around." "OH MY GOD!!" "Is your husband's cock this big?" Dylan asked as he pushed her massive tits together making her distended nipples line up side by side. She looked at him, struggling with her emotions. She was biting her lower lip trying to stay in control as her hands were moving up and down his giant cock milking and squeezing him. "The size of my husband's ..." The words died in her throat as Dylan bit down savagely on both her giant nipples, and began to suck and lick them with his tongue. "Uunnnhhh! Ohhhh god! Please stop, pleeease." Her words were saying stop but she was yanking his jeans and underwear down over his taut ass muscles so she could get freer access to his great cock and massive balls. His large mushroom head was leaking pre-cum like a faucet, and she was using it to lube him up as she stroked him faster and faster. As he continued to suck her tits, she worked his dick like a pro. Long strokes, slow strokes, then fast, the whole time she squeezed him tight and continued to milk his giant shaft. The feelings became so intense for Dylan that he pulled his mouth off her tit and groaned, "Oh goddamn! You know how to work a cock." Anne smiled at him. "Long years of practice." He moaned again, but a voice in the back of Dylan's head warned him that there had been a power shift. Her skill at jacking him off had caused him to lose the initiative. He had to re-establish it quickly or he would lose the opportunity to fuck Anne. He reached his hand into the top of her low-rider jeans and pushed down. She was completely shaved, and he quickly parted the moist lips of her warm pussy and located her hard clit. Her hips jerked at the sudden electric shock his fingers gave her as he concentrated on her slick little bud. Anne grabbed at his arm and softly whispered, "Don't, please." Dylan pushed his middle finger into her hot slit. Her pussy was very wet and coated his finger with her thick juices. Her hips started doing little circles as he pulled his middle finger out and started tracing the outside of her leaking pussy. "Oh god." She moaned. "You shouldn't do that." As she said that, she spread her legs wider, just enough for him to send his entire hand down the front of her pants. He palmed her entire pussy, and quickly sunk two fingers deep into her molten hole. Anne growled deep in her throat and pushed her hips hard against his invading digits. Dylan leaned his head down and sucked her inch long left nipple into his mouth and began to chew softly on it as he sawed his fingers into her hot cunt. Another Bet Ch. 02 This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You don't need to read part 1 of Another Bet to understand what happens, but it will help. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. Dylan walked back inside Bergin's and located Birthday Girl at the other end of the bar sitting with the thin guy who had been with Anne earlier. The bar was still crowded at 12:30 AM, but many of Birthday Girl's party seemed to have left or drifted off to other places in the bar. Dylan ordered a pint of Bass from Charlie, the bartender, and headed for the restroom to cleanup. He had used Kleenex from Anne's car to clean-up a little, but he was still sweaty and his cock was covered with Anne's and his cum from their fuck-a-thon on the hood of her car. He had bet with Tony, his good friend about which one of them could get two certain married women's phone numbers first, and then use that entrance as a way to seduce those women in a week. Dylan had not even gotten Anne's phone number, but he had fucked her stupid within an hour of meeting her right here. Tony was going to be so pissed off in the morning when Dylan showed him Anne's panties that he had collected as proof of winning the bet. Dylan washed his face and ran his hand thru his messed up black hair. He grinned to himself in the bathroom mirror as he thought back in amazement at how he had seduced Anne right on that neighborhood street and fucked her three times on the hood of her car. God that had been exciting to fuck in plain sight like that! The fear of being caught had just made him harder and more determined to give her the fuck of her life. He was sure that he had managed that fact because of how exhausted she was from the pounding and end to end orgasms that he had given her. She had been barely able to drive home. He took a wet paper towel and washed the scum off his still sizable prick. The thought of trying to fuck Birthday Girl was what was keeping him from going home. He had to be on the set tomorrow at 7:30 AM, but the body that was concealed in that backless little black dress just looked like more fun. Anne had told him as they walked toward her car that Birthday Girl thought he looked like a good lay, so he was going to try and make that come true for her. He checked himself in the mirror once more, straightened his clothes and went out to the bar. He picked up his beer and crossed around to where Birthday Girl was seated. She was faced away from him, but he had a great look at how sexy her dress was. It was completely backless, cut in a deep V that came to a point just above the crack of her ass. There were deep cut vents on each side of the dress that showed revealing looks of the sides of her good sized breasts and threaten to show her nipples with any movement that she made. Her hair was long and blond and put up in a French twist. Her skin was a golden tanned color and looked to be very silk smooth to the touch. As he came up on the side of her, he could see that the hem of her short dress had ridden up on her golden thighs revealing a pair of killer legs. All in all, Birthday Girl was a very lovely woman, and the way she was dressed tonight made her smoking hot. "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday." She turned toward him and as soon as she saw him her eyes grew wide in astonishment. "I thought you left with Anne." "I just walked her to her car." "You have been gone a long time." She said coyly. "We had a few things to ... "discuss." "How did that discussion go?" "Let's just say, she seemed to really enjoy the exchange, and seemed satisfied with the outcome." Birthday Girl laughed and smiled at him, "I bet she did. I'll call tomorrow and find out how much you "talked" about." "I think that she will say that is was wide ranging and very in depth." She laughed and extended her hand, "My name is Erin." Dylan took her hand, "I only knew you as Birthday Girl, so I am glad to know you indeed have a name. Mine's Dylan." "This is my very good friend Dominic, who is keeping me company on the last drink of the night." Erin indicated the tall, thin guy next to her. Both men nodded at each other. "Erin, I have to go. Got to be at work early tomorrow. You okay to get home?" "Yeah, thanks Dom. I am fine." Dom kissed Erin a light kiss good-night, and walked toward the front of the bar. Erin patted his empty seat, inviting Dylan to sit down. "So you and Anne got along fine?" "Yeah. She is a great woman, but she is very married." "Hasn't stopped her yet." "It didn't this time either." "OH! So you scored with her already?" "I'll let you ask her that. A real gentleman doesn't discuss that stuff." "I can't wait to make that call." "Well, let me ask you something? Are you married?" "Would it make any difference?" "Not to me." "Let's just say that I am involved." "Where is Mr. Lucky tonight?" "Well, 'HE' won't be lucky tonight, but you will be if you are nice." Dylan felt his prick lurch down his pant leg. This situation was heating up real fast. "You are kinda of fast aren't you?" "You don't seem to be much of a wallflower yourself," said Erin. She placed her hand on his upper thigh, right on top of his 9 inch monster, and squeezed. Dylan's prick lurched against the pressure of her hand. Erin's face showed surprise at first, and then a large smile came on her face. She leaned forward, lightly kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. "I want to suck you prick right now." Erin got up from her bar stool and moved toward the back of the restaurant. There was an archway that separated the darkened dining area from the bar. She stopped in the archway and looked back over her shoulder at Dylan. She smiled and then nodded for him to follow her. With that she disappeared into the darkness of the room. Dylan looked quickly around the bar and saw that no one had noticed her little show. He slowly got up and walked toward the archway and through. As he entered the darkened room, two hands grabbed him and forced him against the wall. A warm body pressed itself against him and two hot lips covered his mouth in a scorching kiss. Erin forced her tongue deep into his mouth searching for his tongue. Dylan relaxed against the wall, while Erin's hands were busy undoing his jeans. She undid his pants and pulled his zipper down. She reached her hands into his underwear and released his engorged prick from its hiding place. He could hear her intake of surprise as his large, thick manhood sprang out of its hiding place. "Man, you are packing! Anne took all of this little beauty?" "Everywhere I could put it." "Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow." She continued to stroke his prick and give him little butterfly kisses as she worked her hands up and down it length. "Wife?" She asked. "No." "Girlfriend?" "No." "Boyfriend?" "I don't think so given the situation." "Well, I think this is going to be the best birthday present I have gotten today." With that Erin dropped to her knees and using her tongue began to lick the great mushroom shaped head coating it with her saliva. Dylan just groaned to himself. When his knob was dripping with her saliva, she licked her lips, and slid his great length into her mouth. Like any spoiled Hollywood slut, Erin excelled at giving head and she attacked his dick with abandon. Somehow she managed to get her mouth and throat wrapped around his entire girth and soon had her nose was pressed against his taut stomach. Dylan thought he was going to lose his mind as she relentlessly bobbed her head back and forth, letting him slide down her throat. "This bitch is very good," Dylan thought to himself as she continued to feed her face with his great prick. He let her do all the work, enjoying the feeling of her wet and warm mouth slid back and forth on his turgid joint while she massaged his giant balls. A good five minutes had gone by when suddenly, Dylan felt that tell-tale feeling in the back of his balls letting him know that he was close to cumming. She had gotten him to the edge much faster then he had thought possible considering he had already cum earlier. He put his fingers in her golden blonde and tried to slow her oral assault. "Erin, stop please, I am so close." Pulling her mouth from him, she gently stroked his cock. "How many times did you cum with Anne?" she asked. "Just once," he replied. "How many times can you cum in a row?" "Usually several." "Well, what's the problem?" as she got ready to take him in her mouth again. "Because I want to cum inside your ass, not down your throat." Erin gave the great mushroom head one more lick and then rose up in front of him. She pressed herself against him, opening her lips to his, her tongue boldly seeking his. Dylan's hands cupped her face, pulling her to him as they kissed deeply. Her hand still slowly slide up and down his saliva covered cock, gently stroking him. Breaking their impassioned kiss, she said, "You say the sweetest things to a girl." Erin stepped back from Dylan with her hand wrapped around his jutting cock and pulled him after her. She positioned him in front of a restaurant chair and pushed him into it. He sat back with his massive cock poking out of his jeans, the large mushroom head pointing straight up at her. Her liquid blue eyes followed the slightly waving motion of his great manhood, and a wicked smile came to her lips. "You are such a naughty boy," she playfully teased. "Are you going to fuck me good and hard with that big tool?" "I am sure going to try," Dylan smiled back. His eyes followed her hands as they raised the hem of her short black dress. From the reflected light from the archway, he could see that she only had only a tiny red silk thong covering her pussy. She hooked her thumbs in the thin waistband and slowly pulled the silk thong down her golden legs revealing a fully shaved mound. The lips of her pussy glistened in the soft light with the dew of her secretions. As she stepped out of her thong, her dress dropped back into place covering her exposed cunt. She handed the red thong to him and stared at him. Dylan brought the slightly damp soft silk up to his nose and inhaled her musky scent. "Why don't you hold on to those for me," Erin whispered. She stepped over his lap with her legs on either side of his powerful thighs. She raised the hem of her dress again, and he could seed that the lips of her cunt were slick with moisture. His giant cock was pointed straight at her leaking pussy. She reached down between his thighs taking hold of his excited prick. Spreading her thighs, she bent her knees bringing the tip of the great mushroom head to the slick opening of her steaming cunt. She rubbed the head of his great cock along the wet lips of her entrance lubing the tip up with her free-flowing juices. Then she used the tip to part her slick pussy lips, and pressing down just a bit, began to slide his massive cock up into her hungry pussy. With a deep groan, she slid his great cock into her welcoming heat, her tight wet pussy gripping him all the way in. Pausing for a moment about mid-way down his hard pole, she had to catch her breath before continuing his slow penetration. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed down on his massive tool until she took all of his length and girth into her slick warm cunt. "God damn, you feel good!" she moaned when he was all the way inside her with the head of his prick crammed up against her pulsating cervix. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hungrily sought his mouth with hers. Their tongues dueled with each other as the passion of the moment built. Her hips were slightly ticking back and forth gently moving his massive head back and forth against her womb. Breaking the kiss, she hotly panted into his ear, "Oh, I want you to give it to me baby. I want you to ram that big fucking cock right into me!" Then she kissed him again, savagely driving her tongue deep into his mouth. Dylan slide his hand up her bare back to the straps of her dress, and slipped them off her shoulders revealing her beautiful 34C breasts. The nipples were like candy, rose colored, very hard and pointed. They looked good enough to eat The warmth of Erin's vagina enveloped his hard-on coating it with her juices. Erin began bucking her hips, moving up and down. Soon, Erin was bouncing up and down, slamming her pussy down on his cock each time, her ass slapping his lap with each motion, in and out, and back in, driving his entire throbbing cock deep inside of her. "Ohh God!!...yess....mhmm!" she softly moaned. As Erin bounced contently on Dylan's surging cock, he ran his hands down her smooth ass cheeks, slipping his fingers into the tender crack of her ass. He lightly pushed against the tight ring of her anus. "Mhmm," she moaned at his touch. He slowly circled her asshole with soft movements of his fingers, all the while, pressing against the opening of her rosebud. Finally, he slipped a finger into her ass and slowly began to saw in and out of her tight asshole. "Ohh...mhmm, fuck yess," she moaned as she pushed against his finger. Erin continued to fuck herself on his great prick, picking up the pace and slamming his cock in and out of her welcoming vagina. He was lost in the moment, the feel of Erin's wet warm pussy around his throbbing cock was driving him crazy, and her tight cunt had him on the verge of exploding inside her. That's why he was relieved to hear her begin to shake uncontrollably as she slammed her body down on him to meet the dual thrusts into her body. Erin's pussy gripped his cock and a wave of warm juices flooded out of her pussy. To keep from screaming from the pleasure as she came, she yanked a napkin off the nearby table and bit down on the cloth. "Ohh fuck...yess...aghh!" She continued to ride Dylan's cock until her screams and moans and pussy had settled down. She sat on his lap with his 9 inch monster still stuffed up her creaming cunt and just stared at him. "WOW!" she exclaimed. "You like it hard and fast?" he growled. "Oh yes," she answered breathlessly, "I love it." "You're a dirty girl," he hissed in her ear. "Yes, oh yes, I'm a dirty girl, a dirty slut. Fuck me baby," she moaned. Dylan got her to pull herself off his raging cock. She groaned as emptiness replaced the fullness of his big cock. Sitting her down in the chair, he dropped in front of her. He gripped her legs and moved them apart so he could see her puffy and very wet pussy wink at him in the reflected light from the bar. With his hands holding her thighs apart, he lowered his head to her waiting vagina. With a loud gasp, Erin's head fell back, dangling off the back of the chair as he began to eat her hot cunt. "Oh God, yes, oh yes," she breathed as he began to flick his tongue across her clit. His fingers plunged deeply into her hot, wet hole as he drew her clit into his mouth. "Oh fuck!" she moaned as his teeth suddenly bit down on her clit, his fingers continuing to plunging deeply into her. "Fuck yes!" she cried stuffing the napkin back in her mouth, her back arching up off the chair, her pussy grinding in his face as she came hard, her juices smearing his face. Glancing up at her while he sucked her clit into his mouth, he saw her pencil-tipped nipples of her golden breasts pointing to the ceiling as her back arched. She continued to whimper as his teeth and tongue continued to suck and bite her quivering mound, Writhing in the chair, Erin couldn't even think as Dylan continued to drive her to new heights. Only aware of the magic that Dylan was performing between her thighs, she came like she had never before at the lips or hands of other men she had been with. And she had been with a few. At last, he raised his head from her gushing cunt and wiped her essence from his face with the back of his hand. He stood up pulling her with him. As she stood, her little black dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She was totally nude in a public restaurant, except for a pair of 3 inch heels. Sure they were in the dark part of the eatery, but anyone could come in. But that is not what they were thinking about at the moment. "God, you are so hot and wet," he said as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, his hands running all over her naked golden body. As they kissed he brought one hand down to her soaking pussy and slipped two fingers up her smoking cunt bringing a moan from Erin. "I want your ass," he whispered in her ear as his fingers pushed inside her. "Oh God, oh yes, take my ass, you bastard, fuck me," Erin whimpered. He turned her around and bent her over the chair. Without waiting, he thrust his hips forward, burying several inches of his rock hard cock inside her liquid pussy. Dylan loved the feel of driving his wedge into her hot tight pussy, the feel of her slick cunt walls gripping and sliding the length of his cock as he drilled into her core. Erin loved it too, as she pushed against his driving prick until he was buried in her to the root. Dylan knew he was going to have a lubricant to help slide his giant cock into her super tight ass. As he looked around, he saw some pats of butter that had not been cleared from a nearby table. In between stroking into her tight cunt, he grabbed the pats of warm butter. He used the pats to grease two of his fingers with butter and slowly slid them into her ass. She was very tight, but she moaned and pushed her ass against his fingers, loving every moment as he pushed them deeper into her back passage. He was drilling deep into her pussy on each thrust and finger-fucking her ass. His cock set the pace as he drove into her pussy and asshole. "Oh God! Fuck, yes!" she cried into the napkin as another orgasm ripped through her and both her ass and pussy clamped down on him. He continued sawing all of his appendages into their respective holes working her up for the big show. As she shuddered against him from her third cum, he pulled his juice covered cock from her dripping pussy and gazed down at her butter cover asshole. He took his fingers out of her ass and again coated them with warm butter. He began to grease the outside ring of her puckered hole. "Oh yes, yes!" she moaned. When she was greased up enough, Dylan took his raging hard-on wet with her juices into his hand and guided the tip to her slippery asshole. Pressing her tight rosebud, her hole began to open from the pressure of his iron cock. Suddenly, the great mushroom head popped into her anus, and she let out a small cry. Gripping her hips tightly, Dylan worked sliding his cock further inside her. Pulling back slightly, then he would push in further. He kept fucking her slowly, pulling back a little and pushing in until he was in to the hilt, his large balls pressed against her leaking cunt. "Do you like that, you dirty slut? Me deep in your ass?" he whispered in her ear. "Oh Yes. Fuck My Ass Good And Hard." She gasped from the feeling of pressure in her ass. He moved his hands from her hips to her swinging tits and cupped them, pinching her nipples as he did. Her hips bucked in response. He slowly pulled back until only his great head was still inside her. Then taking a hard grip on both her round soft tits, he slammed his full length back inside her in a single thrust, causing her to cry out loudly. "Oh God, Give It To Me Hard," she pleaded. Dylan didn't hold anything back as he drove his cock deep into her dry heat. He plowed his cock into her, pistoning his hips as he fucked her tight ass with all his might. He looked down at her round ass cheeks, watching his iron rod slid in and out with her tight buttered hole stretched around him. Erin pushed her ass back at him, meeting his rough thrusts. The thickness of his giant cock was spreading her ass, and the length of his plunging prick deep inside her ass was driving her crazy with lust. She loved the feel of his big cock inside her, ramming deep in her ass. "Fuck my tight ass," she gasped. She started climaxing repeatedly, her clenching ass squeezing his cock seeking his male cream. But Dylan continued to drill into her hot ass. He had promised himself that this would be her best birthday fuck ever, and he wasn't done with her yet. As he plundered her ass, he plowed into her with the full length of his big cock again and again. She was going from one orgasm to another as she exploded around his spearing cock, flinging her ass against him, wanting him to fill her ass with his cum. Another Bet Ch. 02 "Oh, God, Oh God!!! I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming!!!! I CAN"T STOP CUMMING!!!!" she sobbed into her napkin as she ground against him. Dylan dropped one hand from her tit to her rock hard clit and began to strum it in time with his thrusts. "Oh yes, oh God, yes!" she grunted as he slammed into her. Erin's body was shaking and her asshole was clenching and fluttering the length of his cock as he plunged into her. Pussy juice was pouring out of her cunt and running down her legs in streams. The whole room smelled like sex and hot pussy. She was in a state of constant orgasm as he fucked and strummed her super fine body like a violin. He could feel the far off feeling of release in the back of his swinging balls. It had been there for sometime, but he had used his great concentration to hold off so he could explode Erin's world. As she trembled and convulsed around his raging cock, he let the rippling muscles of her anal canal take him over the edge and he began spewing his hot cum deep inside her. Shot after shot of hot sperm coated her bowels as he drove into her ass. With the sensations that her body was giving him, he just could not stop spearing her body with his prick. But finally, the cumming ended and even his dick deflated. Spent, they sagged against the chair trying to catch their breath. As her heart pounding wildly, Erin felt Dylan slowly pull out of her gaping asshole. She had never cum so hard and was amazed at how much cream he had shot into her ass. Leaning against the chair trying to regain her calm, she asked, "Jesus, did you give Anne that good a ride?" "I would like to think so," he replied. "Fuck that was awesome. Where have you been all my life?' she asked. She took a napkin off a table to wipe the cum that dripped from her leaking asshole. Dylan also used a napkin also to wipe off his cum covered dick. The term "mission accomplished" sailed through his brain. He had fucked Anne, the wife whose telephone number he was supposed to get. And when he found out her friend, Erin, the birthday girl, thought he might be a good fuck. He had set out to get her as well. Not a bad evening! After cleaning herself up as best she could, Erin put her little black dress back on and was kissing Dylan a lingering kiss and stroking his soft cock, when the lights came on. Michael, the old bartender was standing in the doorway looking at them. "Alright, lovebirds, we are closing. You need to find a room somewhere else." he said. Dylan embarrassed, put his joint back in the pants. "Walk me to my car," Erin said and started out of the bar. Reddened, Dylan followed and passed a grim looking Michael, who winked at him as he went by. Michael was so sly and very cool. He probably knew they were back there the whole time, and made sure they were alone. In appreciation, Dylan threw a $20 on the bar as he went out. She stopped outside the door to Bergin's and gave him a deep kiss. "So, do you want to come over?" she asked with a smile. Before Dylan could answer, they were interrupted by Anne's friend Maria. Maria was the Hispanic woman who had gone with Tony, Dylan's friend. She was Tony's mark, the one whose phone number he was suppose to get so he could possibly fuck her later. That had been the bet. But she was back at the bar. Where was Tony? "Hey girl! I hoped I would catch you before you left." She said as ran up to them. "I've got to tell you what happened." Erin looked at Dylan and winked at him. "We will be right back." She and Maria moved off a little down the sidewalk. Maria began to whisper and gesture excitedly about something that seemed important. Erin just looked at Dylan with a big smile and nodded thoughtfully to what Maria was saying. Dylan admired the two women. The beautiful and very sexy Erin with her long blond hair, long, long legs, and smoking hot body hidden under that little black dress. A body that was also covered in his cum. Maria was completely different, but just as sexy. She had very long black hair that hung to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a tight red dress that came down to below her knees, but it was cut up the side almost to her ass revealing a pair of killer legs and a great bubble butt. This girl had back and she knew it! As she finished her discussion with Erin, she turned to follow Erin's gaze at Dylan. He could tell she asked Erin a question concerning him, and Erin nodded and began to whisper to Maria. Maria was looking at him as well, as the two women discussed him. He held their gaze and watched as Maria's eyes got large at something Erin told her. Finally, Erin stopped and looked at Maria for a second and Maria nodded yes. Erin glided over to him and grabbed his hand. "Come on stud boy, there's more work for you to do." (To Be Continued) Another Bet Ch. 03 This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You don't need to read parts 1 or 2 of Another Bet to understand what happens, but it will help. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome. Also I would like to thank the fans who have constantly written me to finish this story over the past several months. Every couple of months or so, an email would appear with a request to please finish part 3. Their encouragement and desire to see where Dylan took this adventure are the only reasons it got finished – I want to thank them, and hope they enjoy the ending. "Yeah, I'd love too," Dylan replied to Erin with a smile. He let her lead him toward a large green Escalade parked at the curb. The Cadillac SUV had tinted windows so you could not see in and a lot of chrome. Maria got in the on the driver side, and Erin opened the back passenger door and motioned for him to get in. The interior of the SUV had all the "bling"; personal DVD players in front of each seat, a small frig in the middle of the console, and leather and gold everything. Erin climbed in next to him and closed the door. The hem of her tiny dress slid up revealing her naked pussy. She grabbed him and pulled his face down to hers, passionately kissing him and slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. As the heat of the kiss began to build, she slipped her hands into his crotch and unzipped his jeans. She carefully pulled out his semi-harden cock and began to stroke him gently. "Anything left in this beautiful cock?" Erin asked coyly as she looked up into his eyes. "Depends on what you are looking for," Dylan answered. "Cum, baby. Lots and lots of cum," she whispered to him. Her head dropped into his lap and enveloped Dylan's surging prick with her hot mouth. Sucking the great mushroom head and several inches of his hard prick into her mouth, she began to bob her head up and down, and use her tongue to lick the underside of his dick. Dylan's eyes rolled back into his head as Erin worked her magic. The only other sensation that he felt besides the one in his lap, was the Escalade pulling away from the curb and into traffic. Dylan could only muse to himself how he got into this incredible position as Erin's tight velvet throat slid up and down his massive cock. The night had started at the bar with a bet as to who could get a phone number from a couple of very sexy, but very married women first. The bet had been with Tony, a fellow stuntman. Of course, the bet increased from just getting a phone number to which one of them would fuck his target first. The winner would present the loser with his target's panties as proof, and he would get a steak dinner on the loser. Tony had chosen Maria, who was now driving in the front, and Dylan had chosen a beautiful red-head with an amazing body named Anne. Both Maria and Anne were friends, married and looking. Tony had gotten to Maria first and they had left together. So it looked like he might have won, but Anne had told Dylan that Maria never gave it away on the first encounter. So as Dylan walked the lovely Anne back to her car, things got very hot and heavy. So heavy, that he had fucked her twice on the hood of her car right on the street. The street was dark, but the sex was still out in the open on a residential neighborhood. The intense encounter had ended with him cumming in her ass before she wearily drove home. Dylan had then gone back to the bar to clean up and had run into Erin. Erin was Anne's friend and it was her birthday that had brought all the women out that night. Erin was hot, and free, and liked Dylan immediately. One thing led to another, and soon they were in a darkened part of the bar kissing and fondling each other. That quickly escalated to a wild fuck session before they were caught by the bartender and kicked out. As they left, Maria arrived back from being with Tony, and she and Erin had quickly decided to do something with Dylan. He didn't know what, but he had a really good idea. "Girl, slow down back there! You don't want to wear him out," Maria called out from the front seat. It broke Dylan's pleasured filled memories of fucking Anne and Erin. Erin removed her mouth from Dylan's saliva covered cock with a big slurp, and rested her head in his lap. "Don't worry about him, this gun is still loaded! Hey where are we going to go anyhow?" "Kareem's building on Wilshire? There's nobody there this time of night." Maria replied. "Great idea!" Erin said as she returned her mouth to Dylan's cock. "Whose's Kareem?" Dylan groaned as Erin's lips and tongue began tease him again. "He's my husband," Maria offered from the front seat. "He owns a building not far from here. He has a private bedroom off his office just made for making out and such." "It that where you and Tony went?" Dylan asked. "Good guess, smart boy!" Maria said as she grinned at him in the rearview mirror. "It is also where I did my husband the first time. He is quite the player." As the large Escalade turned left onto Wilshire, Dylan gasped sharply as he felt Erin's mouth open up entirely and his large cock sank deep into her throat. The muscles of her throat clutched at him, and he couldn't help it as a loud groan escaped his lips. Maria looked him in the rear-view mirror as his eyelids fluttered, and Dylan saw her smile. Erin continued to drive his cock deep into her throat as she bobbed her head up and down his towering meat. Dylan slumped against the backseat and struggled to catch his breath the sensations were so intense. His face was flush and he was panting. "Oh fuck!!!" he moaned almost to himself. "I think that is what she had in mind, stud boy." Maria chimed in from the front seat. " Ladies... we ... I need to ...ohhhhhhh..." Dylan groaned as he tried to exert the last ounce of willpower he had left. He didn't want to cum so fast, but that was proving to be a problem as Erin milked his hard dick with her very talented throat muscles. "Yes?" purred Erin as she left his raging cock and brought her face close to his. Her warm, wet lips pressed against his and kissed him. He kissed her back, hotly and roughly, their mouths open, and their tongues playing with each other. He grabbed a hold of her full, firm tits and began to squeeze them while she stroked his rampant prick making him harder and harder. Erin broke the kiss and started planting small wet kisses along his neck. Then she took one of his hands and shoved it up under her skirt. As Dylan began to stroke her bare pussy with his fingers, a pussy that he had been banging not 15 minutes before, he could feel her wetness being to seep out of her steaming pussy. She began to mew like a little kitten and moved her kisses to his cheek. Dylan looked up to see Maria staring at him in the rearview mirror. She smiled a wicked grin at him and winked. Maria was a beautiful Hispanic woman with a great bubble butt. Tony had gone crazy over her. She had very long black hair that hung to the middle of her back. She was dressed in a tight red dress that came down to below her knees, but it was cut up the side almost to her ass revealing a pair of killer legs. As Dylan slipped two fingers deep into Erin's flowing cunt, he wondered how far Tony had gone with this Latin beauty. Erin sighed as she leaned against the back of the car seat and spread her legs wider. Her hands continued moving up and down Dylan's wet towering prick as she stroked his great length. "So what did you and Tony do?" he queried as his fingers rub against Erin's G –spot making her hips leap off the car seat and buck against his invading fingers. "We didn't fuck. I don't do that on the first date. I just gave him the best blowjob of his life. But I am so fucking horny now watching Erin eat your meatsicle, it is making me consider changing my mind." "Lovely," Erin groaned as Dylan's probing fingers drove her churning cunt toward another orgasm. "Faster! Fuck me faster!" Dylan began to stroke his two fingers into and out of her smoking pussy faster and faster. He could feel the mouth of her pussy begin to tighten around his fingers before she went off. The slushy sounds of her wet sloppy pussy could be heard throughout the car as he drove his fingers deep into her and her hips continued to urgently flip up against them. She gripped his thick rod in one hand as her whole body began to vibrate. She slowly raised her ass higher and higher off the seat as her cum drew nearer. All at once, she let out a long low scream and her cunt locked down on his thrusting fingers. A steady stream of girl juice ran out of her cunt and soaked Dylan's hand as he continued to thrust into her swampy pussy. Erin's hand was flying up and down the length of his iron hard shaft. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFUCCCKKKKKK!!" She cried as her cunt juice ran down his fingers and dripped all over the rear seat. Her hips drove against his probing fingers as though she was trying to force his entire hand up her burning cunt. The pungrant odor of Erin's cum filled the SUV as Maria turned into the parking lot of her husband's building. As Erin's orgasm slowed down, she bent her head and engulfed Dylan's missile deep into her hot wet mouth. She gasped a little as this move pulled Dylan's fingers from her creaming pussy in the process. Standing proud and tall at 9 inches in length and about 2 1/2 inches thick, Dylan's cock was a long thick rod to stuff down your throat, but her mouth was watering as her throat milked at Dylan's prick. As she sucked on his thick column mewing and humming, Dylan distantly noticed that the SUV had stopped and Maria was turned in the front seat watching her friend feast on his giant cock. He realized that he would soon be in a state of bliss that he had rarely experienced after these two sex kittens serviced him. Realizing that he had to put a stop to this incredible blowjob or he was going to lose it right then and there, Dylan gently pushed Erin away and she reluctantly let his long slick meat tube slide out of her throat. Her eyes were wild with passion and her lips were red from where they had been stretched wide around his surging prick. She continued to slowly stroke his towering cock as he slumped against the back seat letting the transcendent experience wash over him. Recovering his breath, he opened his eyes to see Maria smiling at him. "Well, campers, ready to go inside now?" she asked. Dylan nodded yes, and Erin almost yanked his dick off as she pulled him from the back seat. As Erin held on to his exposed cock, Dylan looked around the deserted parking lot. They were behind a 4 story building on Wilshire Blvd. not far from the LA County Muesum of Art. It seemed to be a private lot surrounded by a high security fence and they were the only car inside the lot. He watched as Maria walked around the front of the Escalade and started for the building. There were dim security lights in the lot that gave off a slow yellowish glow. He could clearly see Maria's ass move back and forth under her tight red dress and his cock surged in Erin's hand at the thought of his cock stuffed up her hot cunt. With his eyes fixed on Maria's ass, he allowed Erin to pull him across the parking lot to the rear entrance of the building by his long thick dick. Off to one side was a private little enclosure at the back of the building, and Maria led them through the opening. The enclosure was little more than an outdoor patio with a private elevator entrance. She crossed to the entrance and punched some numbers into a keypad, and almost at once the doors slid back revealing a large ornate elevator cage. She stepped inside and Dylan being pulled by Erin followed her in. She put a key into the control panel and turned it and the elevator started to rise. She turned to Dylan and took hold of his exposed penis. Looking at Erin, she asked, "Do you mind if I try?" Erin's hand dropped off Dylan's large prick and Maria's smooth warm hands enveloped his long cock. Taking hold of his large mushroom shaped head in one hand, she slowly drew her long fingernails of her other hand softly along the underside of his thick hard dick. The sensation caused his cock to surge again, bucking and straining in her hand. A dollop of thick pre-cum spilled from his drooling pee slot and leaked onto her hands. Bringing one hand to her full mouth, she licked the man cream from her long fingers and then press into Dylan for a kiss. She was tall and had on 5 inch heels so Dylan did not have to bend down for her kiss. Her full lips pressed into his eager lips, and her tongue drove deeply into his waiting mouth. He could taste himself on her as her tongue dueled with his and the excitement caused his straining cock to leap again in her soft warm hand. Breaking the kiss, she smiled at him, "Eager boy you have there!" As she gave his long cock a gentle squeeze, the elevator doors opened onto a surprisingly lavish room. Rich carpets, gleaming wood, subtle earth tones and expensive paintings greeted Dylan's glazed eyes as the two horny women pushed him off the elevator. It was a large room with a sitting area and bar at one end and a bedroom area at the other. Both women headed for the bed leaving the dazed Dylan standing there with his erect leaking penis hanging from his pants. As both women moved, they began to disrobe. Erin's little wisp of a dress was gone in not time revealing her slim, sexy body with her blond hair, long tanned legs and shaved pussy. Maria's slow strip from her tight red dress took a little more time and was very much worth the wait. As the red dress slipped from her shoulders, her dark olive skin and large round breasts with dark brown areoras were revealed. As the dress fell lower, it revealed her flat smooth stomach and a black silk thong that barely covered her pubic area. Her long, long legs came into view as the dress spilled onto the floor, those great legs that led up to her incredible round ass. Both women stopped at the edge of the large bed, and turned to face Dylan. Like bookends, they stood facing him in all their female glory. Dylan swallowed as he gazed at the bountiful beauty before him, and thought "..what a way to die!" He just knew that they would fuck him to death and he was very happy to be their victim. "Are you going to stand over there all night?" Erin called out to him, breaking his dreamy stupor. His thick cock displaying his appreciation for these sexy women as it swayed back and forth, he moved toward them. As he did, he could not help by take in the lush surroundings of this private retreat. In his travels and conquests, Dylan had been in several plush bedrooms, but few rivaled this one for sheer comfort and style. In the sleeping area as he crossed to the two waiting sex kittens, expensive carpets, furniture, and lighting jumped out at him, but the focus of the entire room was a giant, king-size bed with a large hand carved headboard. The bed was placed at an angle to the walls so it was thrust out into the room like an island. It was on a raised carpeted dais so that it was the dominant item in the entire room. It clearly established that the purpose for this room was sex and a lot of it. It was so long and wide that it had to be specially built and could have easily held 8 to 10 people. The large headboard soared above the bed like a backstop. It was so tall that you had to be on your knees to reach the top of it. As Dylan arrived next to the two waiting women, they slowly helped him out of his clothing. As his clothes were pulled from his hard body and thrown in a pile, the women gasped in appreciation for his cut, and sculptured body. His strong arms, very well defined chest, cut abs, and strong muscled thighs drew their caresses and kisses as his body was revealed to them. But it was his long thick erect cock and large swinging ball sac that drew the most attention as both of them took turns licking and squeezing his well endowded package. As the sexual heat and pleasure in his groin grew, Dylan's head dropped back in amazement as the two women's mouths engulfed his hard cock and balls in their talented mouths. Suddenly, both of the sexy mouths stopped teasing him at the same time, and he was turned around and pushed down on the edge of the bed. Maria stood before him and slowly peeled her thong off her long legs. A shaved pussy with a little dark tri-angular landing pad at the top of her slot slowly came into view. As she stepped out of her 5 inch heels, she held the thong in her hand looking at him. "I hear you are collecting these tonight? Do you want mine?" Dylan just nodded and she threw her silk thong onto his pile of clothes. Maria kneeled in between his wide spread thighs slowly stroking his straining tool. As she gazed in longing at his thick cock, she casually said, "I haven't suck two cocks in the same night in a long time. Hmm, this one looks very tasty." Completely engrossed in his towering column, she brushed his leaking cockhead against her cheek. With Dylan's engorged prick right at her full red lips, she could smell his rich male scent, his cum and Erin's own juices from their recent sex. Heady with the odor still in her nostrils, she opened her mouth as wide as she could to take in his huge cockhead. As she sucked it in, it almost seemed to grow even larger and harder, and she felt her lips and mouth stretched by his giant swollen meat-sausage. As she sucked more and more of his thick long cock into her hot mouth, Maria thought to herself how much she loved the smell and taste of a stiff penis in her mouth, especially one so long and hard and filling. The feeling of Maria's tight wet mouth sucking hard on his throbbing rod, and the sight of her dark haired face stuffed full of thick cock as she worked her head up and down his sensitive shaft was almost too much for Dylan. He felt the far off tingle in the back of his aching balls and knew that if he did not stop this assault on his cock the night might end right here. He had already cum twice tonight and been on the edge for the last 30 minutes. He was a stud, but he was also human after all. He tried to push Maria's vacuum like mouth off his burning straining flesh, but she was not to be denied. As Dylan's thick cock plunged up and down her tight throat until she almost gagged, she found herself moaning loudly in lust around the base of his massive cock. She brought one of long fingernail to Dylan's tightly clenched asshole. She lightly tickled him there and then pushed up into his rear entrance. The added pressure and surprise drove Dylan over the top to an intense climax that flooded Maria's mouth with long strands of his hot salty semen. Rope after rope of hot white cum fired from his jerking cockhead filling up her waiting mouth. She swallowed as much of his rich thick cream as best she could, but his overworked balls just kept firing until there was so much that some of his white cum spilled from her mouth and down her lips and chin. Finally, Dylan's long drained penis fell out of her mouth and onto his thigh. Maria was already up and on the bed and in Erin's waiting arms as they exchanged a passionate kiss sharing his potent flavored seed. As the two women shared his rich cum and wrestled with each other in a lusty embrace, Dylan lay exhausted on the edge of the bed staring at the ceiling. He'd had some fantastic blowjobs in his life. Erin was a great cocksucker herself, but Maria's blowjob had felt like she had suck out his intestines. She had left him weak and dizzy and faded as he listened to the two women moan in each other's arms. He heard Erin groan in pleasure two of Maria's long fingers were slipped into her tight juicy vagina and up against her womb. As her hips started bucking and slamming into the bed, Dylan realized he had not been very dominant so far. Erin had built him up to be this big stud, and he had popped his cork at the first chance. He had a chance to pull a hat trick tonight and fuck all three women, and he lay here like a crumpled old man. He had won the contest no doubt. He had fucked his mark, and Tony had only gotten one of Maria's gut wrenching blowjobs, so he had the chance to fuck Tony's mark too, if he could get up off the canvas. But he had to get an erection again, and he didn't know if there was anything left in the ole gun. Another Bet Ch. 03 Slowly, the sounds of Erin's and Maria's passionate exchange and the knowledge of what he could accomplish, started to bring life to his tired and over worked cock. As thoughts of plunging his cock into Maria's hot ass passed through his fevered mind, his trusty friend began to lengthen and grow. As Erin's screams of pleasure echoed around the room while Maria ate her juicy cunt, Dylan's nine inch monster regained his stature and was ready to go once again. Now that he was recovered, he knew that it was only right that he try to give the girls a little of what they had so graciously given him. As Maria rolled out from between Erin's thighs and lay back on the bed, a newly energized Dylan slide in between them. He lay back with his raging pole pointing up to the ceiling and pulled at Erin to straddle his face. As her taut golden legs came down on either side of his head and her dripping pussy was right above his mouth. He raised his head and plunged his thick tongue deep into Erin's hot pussy. She screamed out as Dylan's talented tongue jabbed in and out of her slick creaming hole and tasted her sweet juices as they trickled down. She started to buck her hips, humping his face as he ate her sizzling pussy. Suddenly, the feeling of oh so tight cunt walls slipping onto his towering cock and squeezing it like a vise as it slipped deeper and deeper surrounded his throbbing shaft. The knowledge that Maria had started to fuck herself down on his thick tool, grunting and sweating as she tried to cram him into her tight cunt really got him going. As he felt Maria bounce herself up and down, taking more of his thick cock each time into her tight cunt until with one final thrust she buried all 9 inches of his cockmeat into her steaming hot snatch, he re-doubled his efforts on Erin's drooling cunt. Going straight for her demanding clit, Erin screamed and humped Dylan's tongue even harder, slamming her thighs into his face as he sucked and licked her slick little nub. As Maria slowly she raised her gushing cunt up and slid along the full length of his powerful rod and back down again, Erin came in a gusher of girl juice that soaked Dylan's face and he eagerly lapped up. Shaking and trembling from another colossal orgasm, Erin slowly slide off Dylan's face and onto the bed. Now Dylan could give Maria the fucking that he thought she deserved and one that would fulfill the buildup that Erin had given him. He got Maria to climb off him, much to her displeasure. Positioning her at the edge of the large bed on her hands and knees with her wet gleaming pussy pointed right at him, Dylan stood behind her and positioned his large thick cockhead at the entrance of her smoking cunt. He slowly rubbed the head of his cock up and down the wet slot of her sex, teasing her and exciting her. He had accomplished the hat trick and now was time for the fun. His stamina was back and he was going to enjoy fucking the hot cheating Latina wife within an inch of her life. With one hard, swift move he slammed the full length of his 9 inch cock deep into her smoldering box and Maria screamed as her tight snatch was stretched wide at the sudden invasion. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady and then started fucking her with hard long strokes, jamming his cock in her as deep as he could go and then pulling almost all the way out again, only to thrust deep into her again. Maria was going wild as she really got into the feel of his deep plunging cock. "Ohhh... yeeeeaaahhhhh!!! .....un..un..un..un... Yeeeaahhhh!!!" As Dylan fucked her harder and harder, he could tell she was quickly getting close to cumming so he quickened the pace even more until she was just on the edge and then he slowed just enough to keep her there. The tension building in her blazing snatch was driving her insane and she thrust herself back against Dylan to try and get more of his large thrusting prick into her greedy hole. Trying to get herself off, Maria bucked back against him, but he just kept slowing down his thrusts when she did that. She was moaning and groaning, begging him to make her cum, but still he waited. After a few more minutes of slow steady deep thrusts that had her going out of her mind, Dylan sped his thrusting up, and really began to lay the pipe to her, making sure to hit her buzzing clit on every thrust. She came in mere moments in a screaming, thrashing orgasm that amazed Dylan in its intensity. "...OOOOHHHHHh ...yeah! ...Give it to me! ...Oh FUCK!!!! ...Harder! ...Faster! ...Oh God, Yeeeessss ...YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!" As her massive orgasm finished, Dylan was still fucking her hard, hitting deep in her cunt and bouncing off her cervix with each thrust of his long hard prick. She had rarely had sex like this as his long sword of male flesh plunged into her wet creaming hole again and again. It felt like his cock was going to come out her mouth is felt so deep. It felt so animalistic, so savage as this strange man rode his immense prick up her churning pussy again and again. Dylan grabbed her thick dark hair, and pulled her head back, as if riding a wild horse. Her large round breasts swayed in time to his ferocious fucking. His thick cock felt so good as it surged between her tight pussy lips and up her juicy cunt, she couldn't help pushing back in response to his relentless pounding, trying to increase the stimulation to her tingling cunt and make his plunging cock go even deeper. The savage pounding that Dylan was giving her was driving her farther and farther onto the large bed and Dylan had to keep changing position as they slipped across the bedcovers. As the two drifted across the bed towards the massive headboard, he seemed to drill into her even harder than before. Her ass was bouncing and her tits were swaying as he thrust more and more of his hard cock into her. Her eyes began to glaze over with a haze of lust. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as he slammed his iron hard cock into her over and over. As he drove more and more cock, going deeper and deeper into her tight sizzling cunt, Maria's world exploded as he continued to drill into her wet inner core with savage thrusts that bounced of her cervix. "Ohhh... yeeeeaaahhhhh!!! ...un ..un ..un ..Oh Goddddd...!!!!!!!" She was coming in buckets. She couldn't catch her breath and still he thrust deep into her creaming cunt. He reached under and grabbed her big swaying tits and holding her tight to his body, he began using short hard thrusts that pierced deep into her cervix on each stroke. The short thrusts jabbed deep into her tight inner pussy again and again driving her wild with lust. They were pushing her to another massive climax as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. He twisted her long brown nipples hard and she went over the edge again. "Eeeeeh!" she screamed. "OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING, YESSSSS!!!!" He dropped her tits and grabbed her hips to keep her steady and then started fucking with her long hard strokes that used the entire length of his massive cock. Maria was in a daze, she couldn't stop moaning, "...un...un...un...un...." They continued to push across the bed until she was pressed up against the headboard. His forceful thrusts made the head board bang against the wall. She was moaning and screaming herself hoarse from the relentless fucking he was giving her. He quickened the pace even more when he realized she was just on the edge of cumming again. He reached between her trembling thighs and began stroking her hard slick clit. Making sure to hit her clit in time with every thrust, he thrust his long cock into her overworked pussy deeper and deeper. From the dual stimulation, Maria's cunt exploded again and her clasping tightening cunt clamped down on his surging cock like a vice. She was bucking and thrusting against him trying to get her release, but he still kept thrusting into her gushing pussy. "OOOOOHHHHHHH GGODDDDDDDD!!!!" Maria's head and upper body were pressed against the massive headboard as he drilled into her descious cunt again and again. He wasn't even touching her anymore as he held on to the top of the headboard while he thrust his big cock into her tight juicy pussy. As he thrust that great sword of hard muscled cock deep inside her cunt again and again, she wasn't even moving, and all she could do is whimper and moan, but he still continued. His big swing balls were bouncing off her rigid clit and his hard belly banged into her soft bubble butt on each thrust. She felt it coming from deep inside her core. It was another climax and she knew that this one was huge. While Dylan sawed his monster cock into her packed cunt, she dropped one of her hands to her straining nub and began to strum herself in earnest. She was right on the edge, she was so close. As Dylan's powerful cock surged back into her crammed fuckhole once more, she began to cum in a great spewing explosion of girl juice shooting out of her pussy. The deep drilling cock drove her over the edge a final time as her tight cunt muscles twitched and convulsed around his long thrusting cock, milking it for all it could get. "FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!" Dylan slammed his cock into her a few more times, making her overfilled pussy squirt out her juices which ran down her thighs and coated his balls. Finally, he stopped, and pulled his giant juice-coated prick out of her abused and aching cunt. His dick felt rubbed raw by the friction of thrusting into her tight cunt. He slipped back and she slumped onto the bed completely fucked out. Dylan felt amazing! He was covered in sweat and fuck juice, but his cock was rock hard and he needed to cum! He turned and there lay Erin all spread out in front of him. Her thighs were parted wide and her cunt was gaping wide as she plunged three fingers in and out of her sopping hole. Dylan threw himself between her thighs and began to lick her wet slick pussy lips up to her erect clit. He inserted two fingers into her hot pussy and began to finger fuck her while he sucked her clit, making her hump against his face. The pleasure of his sucking was so intense that her toes curdled as he gave her clit one long, hard pull that nearly brought her off. She wailed, hardly aware anymore of where she was. Only the pleasure mattered and she wanted more-- As she writhed, her legs spread, her nude body undulating--as she moaned and gibbered out of her mind—Dylan slid on top of her and drove his raging cock into her sizzling, drooling, wide-open cunt. As he drove his cockhead into deep into her pussy, stretching it open, he crushed his lips against hers and she tasted her cunt-juice on his mouth. With one smooth thrust, he had sunk his nine inches all the way up her seething cunt. Erin lay still under him, her fingernails sunk into his back. Her breathing rapid, her legs clutching hard around his hips, and little whimpers came from her throat. Slowly Dylan started to slide his long cock in and out a few inches at a time. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" Erin groaned as the head of his great cock nudged against her cervix. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she couldn't tell if she was in agony or ecstasy. She clung to Dylan as his monstrous cock began to take longer and longer plunges into her burning defenseless pussy. "Ahhhn, feels so good!" Dylan sighed. "Your pussy's so fucking juicy, so fucking hot!" His great cock made squishing noises in her cunt as it slid in and out of her wet hot box. Erin felt her hot juices streaming from her cock-stuffed pussy and running down into her ass-crack. Dylan's cock was rubbing her G-spot with each thrust of his invading dick, and the large head was beginning to nudge open the mouth to her womb. Suddenly, she became aware of her loins rocking, and of her cunt rising to meet his powerful thrusts. "Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. "Uhhhhh! Ooooooh!" She began to drive her hips faster, trying to match the rhythm of Dylan's thrusting. Each plunge of his long, thick prick into her body brought her to the verge of climax. "Fuck me! Yes!" She cried as he drilled into her hot core with each thrust. His face and body were covered with sweat, as his muscular body thrust deep into her accepting body. He grunted with each deep plunge of his thick cock, and as his cockhead hit bottom on each stroke the wildness in her eyes grew. "Faster!" she panted, her hands sliding down and gripping his plunging ass-checks tightly. "FUCK ME DEEPER!!!" While his hips plunged up and down and his ass-cheeks contracted driving his mammoth cock deeper into her clutching cunt, Erin thrust her burning cunt onto Dylan's cock, and at the same time pushed her sensitive tits against his chest and rubbing her red-hot nipples against his skin. "Yeahhh!" she groaned louder with each thrust of his lunging sword. "Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh!" Dylan fucked her with long, swinging thrusts that sent electric jolts through her cunt with each overwhelming thrust of his mighty cock. She wrapped her legs around his driving hips, digging her heels into his asscheeks and trying to draw his thick cock deeper into her. As his massive cockhead fucked in and out of her womb, it drove her closer and closer to a big climax. "Fuck your pussy is hot and juicy!" Dylan grunted. "Ohhhh! Fuck me!" Erin moaned. "GOD ...FUCK MEEEEEE!" Erin's eyes glazed over. The plunging and thrusting of Dylan's great cock made her cunt clamp down with excitement. She gasped with pleasure as her cunt started to explode around his surging prick and her cum started to pour out of her and saturate her cunt and loins. As her pleasure rose to the point of no return, and her body started shiver. She toppled over the brink as his giant cock sailed into her steaming cunt again and again seeking its own release. "OOOOOOOHHHH!" she cried. "Ohhhhh! I'm cumming! YEEESSSS!!!!" They moved together as if choreographed. Each ramming penetration of Dylan's overpowering cock sent ecstasy coursing through Erin's body. She was having orgasm after orgasm, and she could fuck like this all night. "I can't hold it!" Dylan moaned. "Baby, here it comes!" His eyes rolled back. His body shuddered. His giant cock flexed hard inside Erin's creaming cunt and he began to fire jet after jet of white cum deep into her grabbing womb. "YEAHHHHH!" he screamed as cum poured into her fiery hole. She clung to her jizz-squirting lover as her body jerked and arched beneath him, her hips bucking against him, holding the whole of his huge pleasure-giving manhood inside her, squeezing the great length of his cock with her clutching cunt muscles as they tried to milk him dry. "Yesssss!" she hissed against his neck. "All of it! Give me all of it!" He continued to ram his spurting cock up her hunger cunt, pouring more and more cum into her quivering body. The loud squishing sounds as his cock drilled inside her filled the room. Erin could feel his jism oozing out of her and pouring down her pulsating crotch and soaking the bed beneath them. "I LOVE IT!" she cried. "I LOVE IT, GIVE IT TO ME. YEAAAHHH!!!!!" Her blonde head tossed deliriously from side to side, while Dylan collapsed on top of her, gasping as her hot cunt sucked his tired cock dry. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX It was a little after 7:45 AM, when an exhausted Dylan staggered into the stunt trailer. Rocky and Tony were sitting in folding chairs drinking coffee as Dylan came in. Tony took one look at the bedraggled Dylan and started laughing at him. "What the fuck happened to you? Shit man, you look bad!" Dylan looked him in the eye and slowly smiled. "The bet I believe was a steak dinner for a pair of panties. Right, Rocky?" Rocky looked at him and then glanced at Tony who had suddenly stopped laughing. "Yeah, that was the wager." Dylan reached into his backpack and put a blue silk thong down on Rocky's desk. "Those are Anne's, that is her name by the way." Then taking a red thong from his pack, Dylan laid those on the desk. "These belong to the birthday girl, Erin. It was her party that they were there for." Then he reached in and brought out a black silk thong and dropped them in Tony's lap. "You should recognize those. They belong to Maria, who was your girl. She gives a great blowjob, doesn't she? But she is a much better fuck!" Tony just looked at him dumbfounded. "You fucked all three of them last night?" "Yeah, I did Maria after she dropped you off. Her husband's party room is pretty cool, didn't you think?" Dylan smiled. Tony just stared him, while Rocky started at the underwear now piled on his desk. "By the way, Tony, Maria thinks you have a great cock and we are both invited to a private party at Anne's tonight with all three of them if you want. Are you up for it?" There was silence for a moment, then Tony's confused brain woke up and he nodded yes. "Good deal, I will let them know. We on for 8 PM! You want to join us, Rocky?" The older stunt man just shook his head. "I am dead tired so I am going to my trailer and lie down until you need me, is that okay Rocky?" "...eh ... sure. ...That's fine." With that Dylan turned and stepped out of the trailer and closed the door. A huge smile crossed his face as he started for his small little trailer. He hoped to catch a few hours sleep because he was just about dead in his tracks. After he had fucked Erin that last time, somehow Maria had gotten his cock hard once more and he had managed to fuck her in the ass while she licked Erin's pussy clean of his cum. They had dropped him off at the bar about 5:30 AM, and he had very carefully driven home to catch a shower. He didn't even have time to take a short power nap, so he drove straight to work. The set was in the Valley past Thousand Oaks, so it was a long drive for him. He was tired and fucked out and really needed some sleep. But what a night! The look on Tony's face when he put Maria's black thong in front of him had been priceless. He could only wonder what the women had in store for them tonight at Anne's. He stopped at the catering truck on the way to his trailer and grabbed a banana and ordered some eggs and toast. He was famished. While he was waiting for his food, the assistant costume girl came up for some coffee. It was a summer day and already warm even that early in the morning, and he could not help but noticed her tight blue jean skirt and barely there T-shirt. She was about 25 with long legs and really nice tits that were never covered by a bra. Long brown hair and blue eyes and a mouth made for taking a thick cock between her lips. They had been flirting off and on causally for a couple of days, but he had not done anything about it yet. "You look like you had a really long night, Dylan. You doing okay?" she asked with a sarcastic tone to her voice. "You have no idea, darling. A very long and pleasurable night," he smiled and winked at her. "Oh, really! And was your "date" as happy as you?" "I believe all three were quite happy." "Three? Three? You did three girls last night? No way!" Dylan just nodded his head, "yes." As the costume girl started into Dylan's deep blue eyes, she felt her pussy snap just a little at the thought of him fucking three women at once. "So you are that good, huh?" Dylan just nodded his head, "yes," again. The costume girl just looked at him for a moment. This was new territory for her. She wanted to fuck Dylan, but this conversation was going farther than they had ever gone before. "Oh sure, you are," she said nervously. "What are you doing for lunch today?" he asked lightly as a thick bulge grew in his tight jeans. "Why?" she asked as her face started to flush. "Well, you could come by my trailer and I could give you a demonstration," he said as he stared her in the eyes. The girl swallowed and put her eyes down, where they came into direct contact with Dylan's thick cock as it surged down the inside of his thigh. Another Bet Ch. 03 "Jesus," she thought to herself as her face turned completely red and a flush of excitement flooded her warm little pussy. Looking back up at him, she smiled with false confidence and picked up her coffee. "Sure, Mr. Big Stud, I will call your dare. Lunchtime it is. Don't chicken out of me now," she sneered. "I promise, I won't," Dylan smiled. With that she turned on her heel and walked away, her hips swaying and the hem of her short skirt twitching up to reveal the backs of her beautiful thighs. She stopped at the end of the truck and looked back at him, then was gone. Dylan picked up his plate of eggs and toast and headed for his trailer. He smiled to himself at the thought of the sexy young costume girl riding his thick cock at lunch. Her big full tits bouncing up and down as she fucked herself silly on his big prick. He was going to let her do the work today. He had to save himself for the marathon later tonight. His long cock gave another surge down his pants leg as he thought about both the costume girl's tight pussy and the beautiful women that he was going to fuck that night. "Fuck," he thought to himself, "this is going to be a very long day. A very long and pleasurable FUCKING day!" The End. Another Bet "Oh God! Oh yeah. There, right there!" Dylan continued pushing his two fingers deeper into her sopping twat. Her breathing became ragged and heavy. Her hips were moving back and forth in time with his fingers. She was building up toward a very good orgasm. Suddenly, Anne grabbed his wrist. "Please don't." she whimpered. "I'm married. It's gone too far. Please!" Dylan knew he had her. She wasn't stopping. He decided to taunt her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you right here. Right on the hood of your car." "Not here... let's go to my ... ooohhh that feels nice!" "Yes, right here!" He growled at her as he continued his assault on her defenseless pussy. He drove his fingers in and out of her hot, slick cunt over and over. He was rubbing her rock hard clit with his thumb and was pushing his fingers as far in her as they could go. As he pushed her closer and closer to her climax, she began to have trouble catching her breath. She had been lazily stroking his giant prick the entire time as she enjoyed the pleasure that he was giving her. But as her climax drew nearer, she started to pull on his massive cock faster. Her hips were furiously bouncing up and down as her climax got closer. She was very close to cumming. He leaned down again and covered her left tit with his mouth and sucked hard. He bit down on her elongated nipple hard and that pushed her over the edge. Anne released her hold on his cock and grabbed his head and pulled it tight to her breast. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh God! OH GOD! AAAAAHHHH!!!." She screamed out as her climax hit her like a ton of bricks. Her entire body tightened as her hips continued to thrust against his fingers until the waves of pleasure began to subside. As she slumped against the car, he wasted no time in undoing her jeans and pulling them and her panties down revealing her shaved pussy. He knelt down in front of her and what confronted him were the largest pussy lips he had ever seen. They must have been an inch in length each. Without a moment's hesitation, he gently sucked them into his mouth and began to lathe them with his tongue. "Mmmmmmmm, oh what are you doing to me? Ooooohhhh!!" She squealed. As he continued to lick and suck her extra large vaginal lips, he slowly pushed her jeans and panties to her feet. He removed her shoes one foot at a time, then her pants and finally her underwear. He stuffed her panties into his back pocket. Now he was able to spread her legs wide open and get at her dripping pussy. He forced her up onto the hood of the car and placed her feet on the bumper. With her thighs wide open, he had complete access to her overheated cunt and her lovely tight asshole. He slowly ran his tongue from her asshole to her pussy and back again, tracing little circles around both. He was driving her crazy with his talented tongue. Finally, he buried his face in her gushing slit and began to tongue fuck her, running his tongue deep into her pussy and then flicking it across her hot, hard clit. Anne's hips started to bounce against his face as he slipped his left index finger into her wet asshole. With his other hand, he reached up and started milking her distended left nipple. She was leaning back on the hood of the car. Rolling her head from side to side moaning to herself, and her juices were flowing from her pussy, down the crack of her ass and onto the hood of the Honda. She was ready for the final assault. Dylan rose up between her widespread thighs and lodged the large mushroomed head of his giant prick in the hot, wet opening of her famished cunt. He smiled to himself as he looked around the semi-deserted street, the houses, and the bar off in the distance. This could not have worked out any better, if he had tried. He looked into Anne's eyes. They stared back at him glazed over with desire and her breath coming in short labored pants. Her massive tits with the giant nipples were held in place by her top and bra cutting into them from underneath. His gaze traveled down her taut stomach past her prominent hip bones to her shaved cunt glistening in the dim street light, where the head of his 9 inch monster was resting in the valley formed by her two giant cunt lips. "Are you going to fuck me now?" Anne asked in a small faraway voice. "Yes, baby. I am." With that, Dylan slowly pushed the full length of his great prick up her hot pussy. She was tight but she was so slick with juices that he was able to sink to his balls in one steady thrust. "OH FUCK!!" Anne groaned loudly. Dylan savored the moment and the feeling of her tight overheated cunt wrapped around his pole. He always loved the first moment when he conquered a new pussy with his massive prick. He gave Anne's cunt a couple of moments to adjust to his width, and then he slowly pulled back until only his big mushroomed head was left inside her labia. With a sudden thrust, he drilled into her full force and bounced off her cervix, and Anne groaned again. He pulled her to the edge of the car and raised her legs over his shoulders. She was perfect fucking height for him, and he began to drive into her harder on each stroke using the full length of his large prick. Driving in, pulling out and drilling full length in again, bouncing off her cervix with each thrust. Anne grunted her appreciation with each deep thrust. Dylan had won the bet, he was fucking the mark, and he had the proof in his back pocket. He had seen, he had conquered, and he was going to cum very soon, but not before he enjoyed fucking this very hot married red-head. Plus he was going to make sure that she had the fuck of her lifetime. As Dylan continued to thrust deep into her hot, moist pussy, he reached up to her heaving tits and began to caress her long excited nipples between his fingers. She moaned at the dual stimulation and began to move her ass in an effort to meet his powerful thrusting dick, to take it deeper inside her gushing cunt. Dylan loved the way her hot tight sleeve clutched at his prick as it drove in and out. This was good hot pussy and he was truly enjoying the feel and heat of her. But he also knew that he could not take his time because of where they were and the noise that she was making as he fucked her. He began to pick up the pace of his thrusts driving faster and deeper into her cunt. He pinched her inch long nipples in time with each of his thrusts causing her to moan louder and louder. "Oh god, oh god, ooooooohhhhhh fuck me. OH YOUR DICK... OH Fuck me!!! "Play with yourself. Rub your clit for me." Anne franticly reached down between her wide-spread thighs and started to rub her rock hard clit with everything she had. With her other hand she felt for Dylan's manhood as he drilled into her faster and faster. She felt the lips of her wide stretch pussy, the wetness between her thighs as he plowed into time and again, and she loved the feel of his wide prick as it slid through her fingers and into her leaking cunt. She was so wet that her juices had coated his dick and balls, had run down the crack of her ass and started to pool on the hood of the Honda causing her to slide around in her own secretions. "Unh...unh...unh... Oh that feelsss so good! FUCK ME!! Oh God your big cock is so good! OOOHHHH! Man, you know how to FUCK!" Dylan knew that she was close to cumming all over his dick. He could feel her start to tremble against his body. The triple stimulation of cock, clit, and nipples was working some severe magic on her overload pleasure centers. He continued to hammer her juicing cunt relentlessly seeking to drive her over the edge. She wrapped her legs around his neck and raised her ass higher off the car hood as she tried to get more of his pile-driving prick deeper into her famished hole. Dylan moved his hands from her big shaking tits to the globes of her suspended ass and pulled her hard against his spearing cock. He managed to wedge another half inch of hard cock in her clutching fuckhole, and he could feel her pussy walls begin to flutter along the length of his hard charging penis. "OOOHHHH ... Here it cums .... OOOOHHH... I'M SO CLOSE...OOOHHH GOD!!!" He slammed into her thrust after thrust, while she desperately rubbed her clit. Suddenly, her entire body tensed up and her cunt clamped down on his dick like a vise. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Anne bellowed as her orgasm hit. Her world exploded into a series of colors as Dylan continued to drive into her clutching pussy. She grabbed his forearms as she tried to find leverage to thrust back at his invading manhood. She was cumming apart at the seams as she met him thrust for thrust. The entire length of her climaxing cunt was rippling and milking his thrusting rod as she tried to extract the sperm that would quench the fire in her womb. Dylan just continued to drill into her hot liquid core. He was enjoying himself too much, besides he had more plans for this sex-starved cheating wife. At last, her ass slumped on the hood exhausted. Anne was so lost in the intense bliss of her orgasm, she did not really feel as Dylan stopped thrusting into her battered pussy. He slowly turned her on the slick surface, and positioned her at a corner of the hood that sloped a little. Her legs were still dangling over his broad shoulders, and his hands supported her while gripping the luscious globes of her ass. His fingertips were pressed into her slippery crack and against the slick puckered ring of her asshole. He bent his knees so that she slid further down the hood until she was at a 45 degree angle to the ground, and the head of Dylan's great cock was resting against the mouth of her still shuddering womb. Her large upheld tits came closer to his face, and his tongue flicked out and gently licked her large right nipple. Anne moaned softly in response. Her eyes were still closed. This position put a lot of pressure on Dylan's knees, but he didn't think it would take long to achieve his goal. He looked at the disheveled Anne with her eyes closed, mouth agape and covered in her own pussy secretions. He smiled. She had no idea what was cumming literally. He gently thrust into her still fluttering pussy, and Anne groaned. The angle that Dylan and Anne were at provided for the greatest amount of penetration, and Dylan wanted to try a little experiment with her cunt. He made minor adjustments with how he held her and how his knees were braced while gently stroking into her warm, welcoming vagina. Then, he thrust with all his might driving his hard cock deep into her upturned pussy. Anne's eyes flew open in surprise. He thrust again with all his might as he tried to drive his giant rod past her cervix and into the tight recesses of her uterus. "What are you doing?" "Trying to get as deep as I can." Dylan said as he thrust against the battered gateway to her womb. "Oh GOD! OHHH MMYYYY GOD!!" Anne groaned at the intensity of his fucking. Dylan drilled deep into her cunt like a piston using the power of his legs to drive straight up into her hot wet core. She was still cumming from the first fuck, but with the power of his thrusts she was getting heated up all over again. He could feel the mouth of her uterus begin in give under the constant pressure, and suddenly, with a mighty thrust the large mushroom head drove past her tight inner opening and deeper then any man had ever been. "UUUUURRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! OOOHHHH GODDDDD!" Dylan's cock was in her up to the hairs on his balls. He was filling her in places Anne didn't even know she had. The pressure on her insides was so intense it felt like a salami was being shoved up her cunt. No one had every fucked her like this. He was like a machine, he was relentless. He would thrust deep into her pussy, grind against her exposed clit and pull out and do it again. She could barely catch her breath. She was like a rag doll in his powerful grip as he drove his manhood deep into her body. Dylan was in heaven. Her cunt had been tight but her uterus was like a vise. A vise that he keep returning to time and again as he plowed straight up her wet sleeve, past the battered inner ring and deep into her womb. Her tits were flopping in his face so he sucked her left nipple into his mouth and began to tongue it. Twenty strokes, thirty strokes, forty strokes drilled deep into her inner core and Anne was about to explode again. She could barely hanging onto Dylan's powerful arms as he continued to slam his nine inch monster into her with everything he had. They were both sweating buckets and juice was flowing out of her cunt like a faucet. It completely covered his dick and balls, her thighs and was dripping down her crack. So when he slipped one of his middle fingers up her well lube asshole up to the second knuckle, the back of Anne head blew off. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Anne screamed. Her uterus and the muscles of her pussy sleeve clamped down so hard on Dylan that he could not move. So he slipped another finger up her ass, and she explored again. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" She was so loud now that Dylan feared that someone would call the cops. She shook, trembled, tensed and un-tensed as powerful contractions seized her body. The orgasm was so intense that Anne passed out for just a second. When she returned to consciousness, she was laid out on the hood of the Honda crying from the release. Slowly, the muscles of her body and pussy relaxed, and Dylan could slowly pull his giant pussy pleaser out of Anne over used cunt. She groaned at the sudden emptiness in her slot. Dylan needed to cum and bad! He didn't know if he should shoot off down her mouth or flip her over and drill her pussy once more. But as he withdraw his iron hard rod from her well used cunt, the head of his great prick slid down her oily, juicy crack and the tip lodged in her widened, wet asshole. Why move when the answer was right there? So he pushed against her second hole and three inches easily slipped in. "Oh not my ass. Please not my ass." Anne barely whispered. "Sorry, baby, but I have to cum right now." He reached up and grabbed her breasts in both hands and using them like handles he pulled her on to his cock. With four thrusts, his cock was in her to the hairs. Dylan felt the tingling behind his balls and knew he was close. Her ass was warm, and tight and so slick from all the runoff of her cunt. He pulled one of her hands to her clit. He used her own hand to rub her clit until she began to strum herself in earnest. Then he reached for her tit handles again and picked up the pace of his thrusts. Anne could barely move, but she could feel something beginning to happen again. She had never cum like this. Dylan had completely overwhelmed her with his power and cock. "Unh... Unh...Unh...Unh..." Anne moaned as she worked her clit furiously. "Come on baby! Once more! I am almost there!" Dylan urged as he thrust into her tight warm ass looking for his release. "Oh... God... Here ...comes ... another ..... AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" His thrusting cock drove her over the edge once more, and this time, her ass clamped down on his rod. However, he let her contracting muscles pull the cream from him as he continued to pump into her. He fired rope after long rope of hot cum deep into her rectum, and there was so much jizz that it began to leak out of her ass. His sperm mixed together with her cum, flowed down her crack and out onto the hood of her car. He continued to thrust into her bowels until he finished cumming. After resting a moment, he gently let her legs down as she slumped on the hood. He was a mess and she was utterly spent. He carefully pulled his still large cock out of her plundered ass and looked in her car to find something to help clean themselves with. He found a box of tissues on the center console; he used them, and then passed them to her. Anne was totally exhausted, so Dylan helped her dress. She never even missed her panties. Then he walked her around the car and helped her get behind the wheel. He gave her a long passionate kiss, promised to call her and closed the car door. He watched her as she slowly drove away. He fastened his jeans and turned to walk towards the bar. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out Anne's blue silk panties. He brought them to his nose and smelled her essence. Tony would shit when Dylan gave them to Rocky in the morning. Tony wouldn't be able to handle that Dylan fucked his target that fast, but Tony should know better then to bet against a sure thing. Dylan stuffed her panties in his pocket and looked at his watch. It was only 12:30 AM, he had time for another beer. Besides the birthday girl in the little black dress looked like she needed a big fat cock to ride up her ass and to cum all over her face, and he knew that he was just the man to help her get that present. He opened the door to the crowded bar and stepped inside. The End (Look for Dylan's next adventure, "A Night in Palm Springs, or Saint James Revenge." I want to send a special Thank You for literally hundreds of readers who have stopped by to visit Dylan.) Another Bike Ride For over a year now, I have been riding my road bike up a really steep hill into a residential neighborhood here in Southern California. I started riding in the mornings, right after my heart attack and have worked my way up building legs, lungs and heart muscles as I climbed higher and higher up the mountain. Now I not only ride to the top of the hill, but I ride around a couple of the circular streets and ride up that portion of the hill a second time. Today, Saturday, as I rode the top circular street I passed a woman in a blue full-length housecoat walking towards me on the sidewalk. She was sobbing, the front of her robe was open and I could see that she was wearing a sheer red something with red stockings. I rode past her and thought that she was completely out of place in this neighborhood, and perhaps something dreadfully wrong was going on. I wheeled around and rode past her and up the first driveway beyond and rode up to her on the sidewalk. She was slowly plodding along on leaden legs towards me with her shoulders heaving with her sobs. I dismounted in front of her and asked if she was all right. She looked right through me and continued to sob. Since I was blocking the sidewalk, she stopped in front of me and mumbled something. I said, "What did you say?" clearly and slowly. She said, "He wouldn't do it to me. He just drove off." And sobbed even harder. I reached out and pulled her to me and put her head against my chest. She was about 5-foot tall and very curvy redhead, from what I could see. She leaned forward with such force that she nearly pushed me backwards off my feet. I leaned into her and thrust my left leg forwards for balance. Because my bike was on my right side, she was off center with her left breast pushing against the middle of my belly and my left leg went between her legs. I patted her on the back and said, "There, there. It is okay. Things will be alright." She sobbed even harder causing her breast to rub up and down against my belly. My dick woke up and stood at attention so I pulled my hips back a little to keep from prodding her with my hard on. I figured that she had enough problems without me adding to it. Boy was I wrong! She sobbed, "You are so, so sweaty," in a dreamy, faraway voice. I said, "Sure. I just rode my bike up the hill." Then I felt her rotate her hips grinding her panty-covered pussy against my left thigh just above and below the hem of my Spandex riding shorts as she continued to say. "You are so, so sweaty. You are so, so sweaty," in that very dreamy voice. I looked around to see if anyone was looking out a window or if there was an angry husband coming down the street to hit me with a shovel or something. She humped my leg like a dog in heat, but she only lasted a few seconds before she was moaning against my chest as a massive orgasm ripped through her hips and rippled across her body. Soon she sagged against me and nearly pulled me, and my bike down with her. I said, "Let's get you home now." She nodded her assent against my chest so I pulled her erect and turned her up the street towards what I thought was her house. I guided her slowly up the street. She walked without closing the front of her robe. I saw a house with the front door wide open and figured that was her house. We walked up the drive and propped my bike against the bushes as she stepped up on the doorstep. As I turned from tending my bike I saw her shrug her shoulders and let her robe slide down her arms and come to rest on the concrete outside the door. As I bent to pick up her robe I could see that her red outfit was open all the way up the back with only a tie at the neck. The red see through material was closest together at the neck and flared as it came down her back and hips. She was wearing a matching red thong that lovingly disappeared between her beautiful round ass cheeks. Her thighs were bare till they reached the elastic topped red stockings with seams down the back. Her high-heeled mules were at least 6 inches tall and gave a wonderful shape to her calves and made her lovely ass bounce provocatively. I looked over my shoulder to make sure that none of the neighbors were looking. I could see no one out and about, so I closed the door behind me and twisted the lock as she turned and jumped into my arms. Her lips were lush and puffy and she kissed me with them open for my tongue to invade her. I pulled her to me and felt how wonderful her body was without the robe in the way. She was really hot, but I was frightened and pushed her back and said, "Now tell me just what happened." She said, "My husband gets up early on Saturday morning. I got out of bed, showered and dressed up for him. He said that he didn't have time for sex now; he had a tee time at the local golf course with his buddies to celebrate his latest promotion. I followed him out and he just drove away. You found me on the sidewalk and helped me to cum." I want you to fuck me really hard. Right here in the entry. Slam me against the wall and fuck me silly. Don't be gentle. Don't be kind; just fuck me really hard like a slut. I don't want you to make love to me. Just fuck me like crazy." I said, "If he is playing 18 holes, he won't be back home for at least 4 hours." She said, "Probably won't be home till around supper actually. "You don't know me, or anything about me." I said. She said, "I know enough. You are gentle. You have a hard sweaty body, and I could feel your dick against me. You obviously like me." I looked from her round face with a splash of freckles across her pert, nose to her full, pouting lips and down across her shoulders with they're sprinkling of freckles across her breasts where the freckles disappeared in the bodice of her red outfit, down across her erect pink nipples that were poking the front of her sheer red outfit, across her sexy little potbelly and over the vee of her red, pussy hair and her trim legs that resumed their sprinkling of freckles before I said, "What's not to like?" She demurred saying, "Thank you." I said, "Look lady. This is not something that you just jump into. You will have all sorts of second thoughts, but it will be too late after I make love to you." She said, "My name is Linda, and this has been coming on for a long, long time. He does not want sex nearly as much as I do. We fight about it all the time. You can make love to me some other time. Now I want you to fuck me like a street slut." I said, "Well, Linda. I have some things that I want when I make love that you might not want to put up with. I love talk to a woman and tell her things and do a little roll playing, and rough sex." Linda said, "Oh God, me too. Fuck me now." I said, "Linda, I am going to fuck you like you were a teasing little teenage slut. I am going to fuck the living shit out of you." She said, "Yes! Yes! Fuck my brains out! Fuck me to death!" I guided her into the living room and bent her face first over the back of the couch rather roughly. I tugged my spandex riding shorts down to mid thigh and released my raging hard on letting it slap against her soft, pale, mushy ass. She squealed with delight at the touch of my dick on her ass. I roughly tugged her thong to one side and rammed my dick all the way into her pussy. She cried out as her pussy lips were not completely lubricated and my dry dick forced her pussy lips into her cunt till I hit the wetness inside her. I pulled out and rammed back in with a lubricated dick head. Watching, I was fastinated to see my cock push her pussy lips and fold them into her cunt then pull them out and have them cling to my dick until I thrust forward again. All the while, her anus was winking at me in a taunting sort of way. I held her hips and slammed into her with long hard thrusts till I could feel the cum boiling in my nuts. Her pretty ass cheeks giggled each time I slammed my dick all the way to the bottom of her pussy, and I made one last thrust and held myself buried deep in her cunt while she came over and over on my pulsing staff. I pulled out to keep from cumming in her cunt and pulled her off the couch so that she fell on the floor at my feet. I grabbed a handful of her red hair and forced my cock into her mouth. She started to object, but I grabbed her head with both hands and smeared her cum around her mouth before I forced my dick all the way into her throat. I only lasted 3 or 4 thrusts before I erupted in her mouth. She gagged and coughed, but soon was sucking all my dick juice into her mouth with great slurping sounds. She lay against the back of the couch and used her finger to scrape my cum off her chin and into her mouth. My dick deflated like a punctured tire before her eyes. I stepped back and told her to get on the couch and get ready for me to eat her cunt. She leapt up with surprising speed and flopped on her back on the couch. I told her to move down because we were going to 69, and I needed room for my legs on the sofa. While I was taking my riding shoes off I told Linda to finger fuck herself with her panties. I said, "I want to see you slide your panty covered fingers into your wet hole. Get those panties good and wet with your cum. I am going to take them home as a trophy." Linda willingly finger fucked herself while I undressed. I dangled my limp dick over her face as I got onto the couch with my face poised over her dripping cunt. I said, "Linda, pull your panties to one side so that I can eat your cunt now." She complied in a flash and raised her head up to capture my cock in her mouth. I let her suck me till she started to get my dick hard again before lowering myself on her and ramming my cock into her mouth. I said, "I am going to fuck your mouth like it was a wet pussy," as I thrust my dick into her head trapping her under me. Then I lowered my mouth to her pussy and teased her clit with my tongue as I pulled her legs wide apart. I could feel the silky smooth material of her stockings rubbing against my shoulders and ears as I ate her cunt with great gusto. Soon Linda was struggling under me to get some relief from my thrusting cock, but I only humped her face all the harder. I slid two fingers into her pussy as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could hear her scream into the head of my dick, like it was a microphone, but that only made me jab her mouth all the harder. After she came 3 or 4 times on my mouth, I got up and let her up for air. Linda gasped and gasped like she had been suffocating. Finally, she said, "God! You really took what I said seriously about fucking me to death." I lay back on the couch trying to recover, and trying to pace myself. I realized that this woman would be able to take more fucking than I had in me. I pulled her up in my arms and kissed her on her puffy lips slowly sliding my tongue into her mouth and massaging her body. I realized then, that I had completely ignored her beautiful breasts. I massaged the one that was most open to my hand as Linda moaned in my arms. I pushed her back and looked her in the eyes as I said, "I only have one more good fuck in me, so why don't you get up on top of me and ride yourself to as many orgasms as you can before I shoot my last load in your beautiful pussy. Linda slid off the couch and crawled between my legs. She took my cock in her hands and licked me from balls to tip and back again as I reached down and pushed her red outfit off her shoulders. Then I pulled her from my cock and pushed the red thing down her hips. She pushed her thong down her thighs too wiggling her ass as she stepped out of them. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and opened lovingly as she knelt on the couch straddling my legs. She reached between us and positioned my cock in the opening of her very wet cunt before sitting on it. I reached up and captured a tit in each hand pulling her towards me by her pink nipples. I put my head down and sucked one tit in my mouth as I raised my hips up to slam my cock all the way to the bottom of her cunt. Linda squealed her pleasure as I sucked her tits and fucked up into her gyrating hips. As promised, I didn't last long, and fucked deep into her as I shot my last load into her squeezing pussy. She came again and collapsed against me, holding me around the neck. Linda sighed against my chest and we both rested like that till my dick slipped out of her sopping pussy. I pushed her back and said, "Let's take a little nap here on the couch before we have some lunch." Linda grinned and said, "What are we having for lunch." I wiggled my flaccid dick between her legs and said, "I don't know what you will be eating, but I sure know what I am going to eat." We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms right there on the couch. Another Birthday "Baby, when are you coming home?" I whined. "Soon…I hope," you mutter. "My boss is being a cocksucker right now. I might be stuck here all damn night with the way things are going." "But baby!? I want you now though!" "I know sweetie, but I have to go… there's someone at the door. Bye sweetie." You hang up the phone right when you boss charges in. "Look are you going to play phone tag with your woman all night or are you going to work!? He barks. "I'm sorry sir, it's just that it's her birthday today and she wanted to go out with me tonight. Look the papers are done…" you hand them to him hoping that everything is in order. He signs what you gave him and gives you more. "What's this sir?" "These have to get done now." "But sir!" "NO BUTS! GET THEM DONE!" You slam the papers down on the desk and say every swear that comes to mind and then make up a few of your own too. You dial me up and tell me. I am so furious I hang up. About 30 minutes later you hear someone knocking at the back door by your boss's office. Thinking you'll never get to leave this hellhole you ponder as to is at the door. Thinking it's the night janitor, you look through the peephole and see me instead. You open the door and look at my smoldering eyes. "Babe wha…," you are cut off by me placing my fingers to your lips. You take in a very inviting aroma. That wonderful smell of my sweet scent. "I told you it's my birthday… I'm going to have what I want." Pushing you into your boss's office I push you onto the couch roughly. Our lips pressed together hard my tongue searching your mouth. I straddle you and rip my jacket off to reveal that I'm bare. I kiss you again and moan into your mouth. Your hands feel my thighs and up my ass. I start to lick up and down your neck, grinding into you slowly. "I love your new outfit babe," you smirk. I giggle slightly and moan into your ear. It sends shock waves straight to your cock. You pull me closer to you and nuzzle your face into my tits. "OH fuck Don!" "Mm babe" "I need you NOW!" I gasp. "Suck me!" That's all you have to say to get me on my knees and tearing your pants and boxers off your legs. Your cock bounces up and hits me in the face lightly. I take it and start to stroke it up and down making it harder than before. You then take it and rub the precum all over my lips and cheeks. Smiling at me you slap my lips with your cock softly. I look up at you adoringly and deep throat you. "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" is all you can utter out. Massaging your balls slowly, rolling them in my hand you grind into my mouth faster starting to lose your edge. Feeling your balls tighten I back off and stand up. You go to pull me on you but I stop you and toss my right leg over you shoulders and pull your face to my sopping wet pussy. Taking the sweet scent of my sex in your tongue lightly licks it way up and down my slit not touching my clit, yet… I let out a low groan as your cool tongue heats my burning cunt up more with each lick. Your thumb finds my clit and as you apply very light pressure I squeal and shake in a massive orgasm. "OH FUCK DON! LICK MY PUSSY!" I scream. Two fingers get rammed up inside me as you suck and lick my clit hard. As my orgasm subsides you pull me to your boss's desk and immediately ram you cock in my pussy, assaulting it. We are both totally wanton for each other as grunts and the sound of our bodies smack together. "FUCK ME!" I scream. "Fuck my tight pussy baby! CUM DEEP IN ME!" "OH GOD FUCK YES YOU SLUT! YOU'RE MY SLUT. MY DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!" You say through gritted teeth. "THIS IS MY PUSSY NOW! OHHHH FUCK! IM…" is all you can say as you hot seed shoots in my throbbing pussy. My body spasms and arches as I cum with you screaming and pulling u to me harder. You look deep into my eyes as you collapse in your boss's chair and I collapse on you. Our bodies covered with sweat and each other's juices, I kiss you slowly. I close my eyes and nuzzle you neck as I whisper in your ear… "This is the best birthday ever." Another Black Tranny Fantasy I woke up suddenly as the lights came on. Still bleary-eyed but aware that something wasn't right, I looked up from my prostrate position on the sofa to see a figure in the doorway: a tall, attractive black woman, dressed smartly in a grey skirt suit. She looked at me in shock. 'Who the fuck are you?' she asked brusquely. 'I'm... a friend of Marie's,' I croaked, hoarsely. 'And what the fuck are you doing on my sofa?' 'She invited me over for dinner last night...' I said, sitting up wrapped in the blanket. 'I'm sorry, I must have overslept.' It was true: that morning Marie had woken me up at around 8am as she was on her way out to work, and had reminded me that I needed to clean the flat and get out before 10am, when her friend Tanya would be back. But I must have fallen back asleep. The previous night, I'd gone over to have dinner with Marie, who'd been cat-sitting for Tanya while she was away on a business trip. I'd been friends with Marie for a couple of years but was hoping for more, and thought that an intimate dinner and some wine might help to move things forward -- but in the end I'd chickened out of making a move. At the end of the night, I asked if I could sleep on the sofa, as I didn't need to be anywhere in the morning. Marie had agreed, but had made me promise not to leave any trace of my presence. As I looked around me now and saw my clothes strewn on the floor and the remains of the previous night's dinner still on the table, I realised I had some explaining to do. 'I'm guessing you're Tanya?' I said, meekly. 'You're damn right I'm Tanya. I'm also jet-lagged and hungry and I didn't expect to come home to this shit!' Her eyes were blazing. 'I'm really sorry. It's my fault, I was supposed to clean up this morning.' 'Well you'd better get the fuck off my sofa and start cleaning up now, hadn't you?' she said coldly. She stood in her high heels and stared hard at me, her lips pursed. 'Er... can I just get dressed first?' I asked, gesturing towards my clothes. Before I could reach for them, she walked over, bent down and bundled them up. 'You'll get them back once you've cleaned up. I'm not having you sneaking out when I'm not looking.' 'But...' 'But what?' 'Can I just have my boxer shorts?' 'You're naked?!' she asked, her face crinkling in disgust. Then, with the slightest hint of a cruel smile, she said, 'Get up anyway. I don't give a fuck if you're embarrassed. It's my flat and you're going to do things my way.' 'But...' I stammered. I would have been ashamed enough in any case, but the fact was I'd woken up with an erection which had lingered despite the argument. 'No "buts". I'm losing patience now -- get up immediately or I'm going to call the police to report an intruder.' She pulled out her phone to illustrate the threat. 'OK, OK,' I said, standing up with the blanket round my bottom half. 'Drop the blanket.' I sighed, realising I had no choice, and let it fall to the floor. I looked down, not daring to see her expression. My penis was jutting out, half-erect. 'Ha ha!' I heard, and involuntarily glanced up when I heard a click; she had taken a photo of me on her phone. 'What a pathetic sight,' she sneered. 'Now get cleaning. I'm going to have a bath. You'll get your clothes back when I see fit.' And with that, she marched off; as I started tidying the table, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I felt ridiculous as I tidied and washed up, stark naked; at least it was warm in her flat. I was thorough but tried to be quick -- the sooner I was out of there, the sooner I could forget about this humiliation, I told myself. I was just putting away the dishes when I heard a call: 'Come here!' I paused, wondering if she was talking to me. Again the call came: 'Come here!' I realised that she was calling me from the bathroom. I knocked gingerly. 'Come in, come in,' she said impatiently. I entered and saw her immersed neck deep, bubbles concealing her body. 'Have you finished yet?' she asked. I saw her eyes flick to my penis, which was now flaccid. 'Almost,' I said. 'Well before you go I want you to get me a glass of champagne. There's a bottle in the fridge.' I hesitated. 'Off you go!' she ordered, her eyes again fierce. Although annoyed at how she was exploiting the situation, there was little I could do. She had my clothes, and I didn't know where they were. Besides, if I didn't get on her good side, there was a risk that she would refuse to delete the photo of me naked -- perhaps she'd even send it to Marie. It wasn't that I was particularly ashamed of my penis, but it was hardly impressive. So I did as she asked, bringing her the champagne. She sipped it and let out a sigh. I made to leave, but to my surprise, she said, 'Sit down.' I lowered the toilet lid and sat down, unsure what to expect next. My surprise was doubled when she sat up in the bath, revealing the perfect globes of her breasts, half covered in foam; gradually the foam slipped down, completely uncovering her hard, dark nipples and leaving her tits glistening wet. I tried not to look but it was impossible to resist. I could feel my dick growing again and hoped Tanya didn't notice. As though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Tanya said, 'Sorry if I was a bit of a bitch earlier. You know how it is -- jet-lag and all that.' 'No, I completely understand. I'm so sorry for invading your flat.' 'Oh, it's no big deal really. These things happen. Here,' she said, passing me the champagne, 'Have a sip.' I had to get up to reach the glass and my penis was now right in her eye-line. I took a sip and handed it back. 'Sorry about what I said earlier too,' she said with a slight smile. 'It's not a pathetic sight. You have a perfectly normal penis.' 'Thanks,' I said, blushing. This was undoubtedly one of the weirdest situations I'd ever found myself in. 'Since you were on the sofa, I'm assuming that Marie didn't have the pleasure of your perfectly normal penis last night?' she teased. 'No, no, we're just friends,' I said, my blush deepening. 'I see,' she said with a mocking smile, and drained her glass, which she held out to me to take. 'Can you get me my towel?' she asked as I took the glass. I reached round to the towel rail, and as I did so I heard the splashing of water as she stood up. I averted my eyes and held out the towel, but then she said: 'Oh don't be silly. I've seen you naked so it's only fair that you see me.' Having already seen her gorgeous breasts, I couldn't resist a look at her in all her glory. I was absolutely stunned at what I saw. There was no doubt she was beautiful -- smooth caramel skin and curvy hips -- but that wasn't why I was so amazed; rather, it was the fact that between her legs, dripping with foam, was a long brown cock. Tanya was a transsexual. I couldn't believe my eyes. My shock must have been obvious because she laughed and said, 'I bet you've never seen a woman like me before!' I was so flabbergasted I couldn't reply. I just stood there watching the foam slowly drip off the end of the member which hung beneath her flat stomach and full, round breasts. 'Well?' she said. 'Do you like what you see?' 'Y... yeah,' I stammered, my mouth dry. I wasn't lying. Although it was certainly a strange sight, there was something beautiful about the combination of male and female, the penis and the breasts seeming perfectly matched on her body. As she dried her back with the towel, her feminine attributes and her masculine endowment jiggled. 'It certainly seems that you're enjoying the view,' she smirked, looking down at my dick -- which, I realised, was semi-erect again. 'By the way, I don't even know your name.' 'It's... it's Matthew,' I said. 'Well, Matthew,' she went on, 'how's about I cut you a deal? I'll delete that picture on my phone, and all you've got to do is get on your knees, open wide...' She paused dramatically. 'And suck.' I could tell you that I agreed because I didn't want to risk the humiliation of that picture getting out; I could say that I felt like I had no other choice. But that would be a lie. In reality, there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to know what it would be like to have her cock in my mouth. I'd never really thought about that sort of thing before. But at that moment, it just seemed right. Without ever answering, I got down on my knees on the bath mat. She stepped out of the bath, her penis dangling near my face. 'I'll take that as a yes, shall I?' she smirked. She wiped the last bit of foam off her shaft and threw the towel on the floor. I reached for her penis. It was long, much longer than mine, and thicker too -- but it had an elegance which was almost, well, feminine. Smooth and uncircumcised, the head pink and slightly tapered, it was truly a beautiful thing. I encircled the shaft with my hand and started to wank her. Soon I felt it swell and stiffen in my grip. As it got harder, looming hugely in front of my face, I found myself thinking of an exotic plant, an strange, enticing orchid. 'Is this your first cock?' she asked gently. 'Yeah,' I replied, looking up at her. Her face was softer now and I saw how pretty she was, with her dark eyes and sumptuous lips. With no further ado, I brought my lips to the tip of her head -- realising my lips were dry, I licked them, then slowly licked her helmet in a circular pattern until it was glistening with my saliva. It felt so natural; I knew exactly what to do. Greedily I took the whole of her glans, pink and swollen like a ripe fruit, into my mouth. She moaned gently. Warming my tongue, her head got even harder in my mouth and I had to open wide as I worked my lips down her shaft, taking as much of her cock as I could. As it was a good 8 inches long, there was only so much I could take, but I did my best, bobbing my head up and down, up and down, as I held the base of her shaft with one hand. My other hand was jerking my own cock, which was by now throbbing hard. Although it was the first blow-job I'd ever given, it didn't feel at all strange; occasionally the thought 'I'm sucking on a big black cock' would come into my head, but it just made me suck even harder and deeper. Tanya was obviously enjoying it, moaning softly and stroking my head. But then she said, 'Wait, wait.' I let her engorged member pop out of my mouth -- it stood, glistening and rock hard, in front of me -- and looked up at her. 'I don't want to rush you but I'd really like to fuck you up the ass...' she said, breathily. 'Won't it hurt?' I asked, although the idea of her thick black erection penetrating me was definitely appealing. 'It's OK honey, I'll use lots of lube and I'll be really gentle.' I stood up and felt my hard penis touch hers. She looked at me and kissed me deeply, her tongue finding mine, which was still warm from the blow-job. 'Go sit on the sofa and I'll be right out,' she said. I sat on the sofa, where I'd been sleeping not long before, and waited, masturbating. Soon she emerged from the bedroom clutching a bottle of lube. 'I'm going to sit down and I want you to straddle me,' she instructed. I did ask she asked, kneeling over her; I couldn't resist stroking her smooth tits and hard nipples with the tip of my cock. As I did so, she squirted some lube onto her hand and I felt her reach between my legs and spread it liberally round my anus. Then she spread more lube on her dick. 'Sit down a little,' she said, and I felt her guide the tip of her cock to my asshole. 'Now I want you to lower yourself onto me gently. It'll hurt at first but you'll soon stretch out.' She smiled and whispered, 'I can't wait to take your anal virginity.' I did as she asked, pushing myself down onto her erection; at first there was resistance, then a painful sting as my anus opened to accept her cock head. I grimaced, and instinctively sat up, releasing her cock. 'It's OK baby, try again. I'll put some more lube on.' She smeared more lube on her cock and onto my asshole, and when I felt the tip of her cock pressing on my anus once again, I lowered myself gently onto it; I was determined to have her inside me. This time it hurt much less, and after a few seconds with just her helmet in my asshole, I lowered myself a bit further, accepting the first couple of inches of her meaty cock. It still hurt, but alongside the pain there was an amazing feeling of fullness. 'Oh, you're so tight,' she groaned. 'How does it feel having my big black cock inside you?' 'Mmm,' was the only response I could manage. The truth was that her cock felt absolutely huge, stretching my virgin asshole to the limit. But I was loving it. Slowly, gently, I was easing her further inside me, about half of her length now buried in my butt. My own cock was still throbbing, and Tanya began wanking me. As she did so, I started sliding, very slowly, up and down her shaft. Her skilled hand was bringing me close to orgasm, and I impaled myself deeper on her rock hard member, loving the feeling of her cock right up inside me, and soon enough my anus clenched, gripping her shaft, as I spurted cum all over her smooth tits. I cried out in ecstasy. It was an unbelievable feeling. 'My turn now,' she said. With that, I felt her start to thrust up into me, and I matched her thrusts, determined to make her cum; forgetting her promise to be gentle, she slammed into my asshole, then she moaned loudly and I felt her harden even more before her cock exploded and she ejaculated in my anus, gushing warm spunk deep inside my ass. After a while, I looked into her eyes. 'So am I free to go now?' I joked. 'Maybe,' she smiled, wiping my cum off her tits and licking her fingers as she looked at me. 'Or I might just keep you here forever as my little white anal slave...' I really wasn't sure if she was joking or not... Another Blind Date I wasn't overly sure where to start. Talking, that is. I hate blind dates, and now here I was sitting across the table from this incredibly beautiful woman, and had no idea what to say. A thousand things ran through my head, most so trivial and job related, that she would not find it to be stimulating conversation. "So, shat kind of mood are you in tonight?" she asked me. "Ummm..." I started, not sure how to answer her, "a good mood I guess." My lame finish brought a smile to her face. "Actually, I meant are you feeling passive or aggressive. That is OK, I understand, you don't know me, and I don't know you, so we don't have any real common ground to start from. I guess I can start somewhere though, do you find me attractive, I mean do you want to have sex with me tonight?" Damn, talk about grabbing me by the nuts to get my attention! "Well, yes I find you attractive, and please do not think me too forward to say that I can not think of a finer way to finish off the evening that in your arms." I hoped that answering her directly like that would not scare her away. I should pause for a moment here to let you know that I am not desperate for sex, I am just one of those guys who does not worry about it that much, never have, and probably never will. I get some now and then, but otherwise, I have my work to keep me busy. Picture this if you can, a six foot tall, two-hundred fifty pound, mostly muscle thanks to daily trips to the gym, computer geek. People tell me that I am attractive, but I never really thought about it. Now, this woman is hinting that she might be offering me something more than just some lame dinner conversation and a peck on the cheek. This all started when my roomie told me that his girlfriend's sister was moving to town, and wanted to get out to meet people. I laughed and reminded him of the last disaster of a blind date that the two of them tried to set me up on, she was talking marriage as soon as I introduced myself, and it took three months and a restraining order to finally get her out of my hair. He promised me that this was not a girl like that, "She is even into computers, I guess she took a local job running some company's network or something," he told me. I reluctantly agreed, dug out my shirt and tie to match the faded khakis that I had, and went out to a nice Italian restaurant with my roomie and his girlfriend and her sister. Back to the present. "I am not trying to put you on the spot," she said, "just trying to get some conversation going." We spent the next hour and a half discussing computers, networks, and finally, the internet and some of the adult content that is there. "I can't believe some of the stuff that is out there," she said to me. "I know, there will always be someone who is trying to out-sick someone else. I don't understand it, but I just go about my business, and leave that strange stuff alone," I replied. We made it through dessert and coffee, and then my roomie leaned over to me and whispered, "Hey man, do you mind if she stays at our place tonight so Stasha and I can have her place to ourselves?" "I guess so, as long as she doesn't mind the couch or your bed," I replied. So when we left, Nancy rode with me, and Mike went with Stasha in her car. The conversation was light and revolved around a problem that Nancy was having with the network administrator she worked with accessing her account. We got back to the house, and since it was still early, Nancy and I decided that a glass of wine would not hurt, and sat down in front of the fireplace with a glass each of White Zinfandel. As I settled down next to her, Nancy asked me, "So, what kind of mood are you in?" Caught somewhat off guard, I replied with the first thing that came to mind, "Passive, I guess." She set down her wine glass and leaned over into me, lightly brushing her lips against mine, in a teasing kiss. She came back and kissed me again, harder this time, and I responded, feeling a heat rising in my groin, knowing that my member was rising with it. We kissed for what seemed like hours, though it was really only minutes. Our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands roaming over each other's body. "Do you want me to sleep on the couch?" she asked me, her voice husky with desire. "No," I managed to gasp. I picked her up from the couch, and she wrapped her legs around me as we continued kissing. Somehow, I managed to make it to the bedroom, and set her gently on the bed. She lay back, her long auburn hair falling around her like the cascading waves of blood in the moonlight. Her dress had slipped up to her thighs as I carried her. I knelt down next to the bed, and slowly ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, feeling the hot skin, covering well toned muscles, and smooth as silk. I felt the band of her panties and slipped my fingers around it. "Oh please, now, more!" she moaned as I slowly slid her panties down her long legs and dropped them on the floor. I massaged two fingers into her pubic area and found, to my pleasant surprise, that she shaved herself, and that she was already soaking wet. I could barely contain myself, but I took a couple pf deep breaths, and then moved my face towards her hot vagina. I could smell her sweet musk; a scent that I knew would remain with me for a long time, as I slowly slipped my tongue up into her. I wiggled it around a little bit, and then started working more towards her clitoris. As I slowly lapped the little bud of sensitive tissue, her moans became more frantic and she was less able to direct me, despite the fact that I had found the spot that she wanted me to be at. I slowly increased my lapping speed, and she began to pant in short, heavy spurts. Suddenly, I felt her muscles contract in a violent spasm! "OH MY GOD!!! I'M CUMMING!!!" she screamed. Her body continued to convulse with the orgasm, as wave after wave rocked through her. As she slowly subsided, she pulled her dress and bra off in one quick movement. "Take me now," she pleaded, "I need to feel you inside of me." I stood up and dropped my pants and ripped my shirt off over my head. I slowly crawled up her, holding her ankles with my shoulders as I did so, almost bending her in half by the time that my throbbing hard-on reached her. I slowly penetrated her with just the tip, and then pulled out, teasing her repeatedly with the sensation. "Please," she moaned. That was all the encouragement I needed. I plunged myself into her as deep as I could go, and she shrieked at the sudden fullness, "YES!" I began a rhythmic pounding, in and out of her, as fast as my muscles could handle. I steadied my breathing, not wanting to finish too fast. I felt a nice rhythm starting and, as I worked, I asked her, "Do you want me from behind?" "Please..." was all she managed to moan, as I pulled out and helped her roll over and get up on her knees. I slowly entered her from behind, and was greeted with a whole new round of pleased moans. I started to move faster, and she started panting again. "Oh my God," she whispered, "I'm going to cum again." I quickened my pace, and felt that warm tightness start in the base of my shaft and knew that I was close as well. Just as she started to scream again, I felt my own climax start, and we fell together into s sea of pure pleasure and bliss. After we had both finished, she slumped down to the bed, with my slowly softening member inside her, and turned her head and kissed me. "I haven't cum like that in ages," She shared, "I hope that there will be more like that in the morning." "Of course," I replied, "and I will even make breakfast for you too." "Sounds absolutely scrumptious," she answered. She rolled underneath me so we were face to face, and I slid off her to the side. We just lay there looking at each other, neither wanting to break that moonlight spell that was upon us. I hoped that she would be interested in seeing me again, and from the look in her eyes, I don't think that I was that far off from the truth. End of Chapter 1 Another Blond “Oh Hiii Cindi!” She sang-out. “Oh hello, Ms. Henderson.” I almost stuttered, turning. I had been brushing my hair, trying to tease it up, getting it nice and fluffy the way Steven liked. “Going out, then?” She smiled so sweetly, turning towards me, the edge of her elegant straight blond locks swirling on her delicate jaw line. I blushed, my face warm, and stuttered. Lauren Henderson was Steven’s ex; I and had been dreading running into her somewhere in the building all week. “Yes, right in the city; I can’t take the subway home change, and come back.” I flushed again, not knowing why I put it like that. She and Steven had cars, and lived right in the city. My ears felt hot, blood rushing the lobes, the large heavy ear hoops Steven liked so much, burning as they brushed my cheeks. “Oh don’t worry about that, Cindi --you are looking wonderful!” She smiled again, almost helpfully, showing her perfect white teeth. The pearls on her neck, rested delicately on her collar bones. I felt my tense body relax, a deep breath washing away the edginess. I was expecting a catty put down; Lauren Henderson, Senior VP Strategy, was famous for them all over the office. “Oh thank you Ms. Henderson.” I stopped not knowing how to go on; God Steven had dumped her only two weeks before, after that big fight they had in his office, and here I was almost giggling with her in the rest-room, as I primped for my third date with him. But she was adjusting my strapless blouse, smiling, as I stood there, almost tottering on the new heels I had just picked out at Nine-West, after Steven had said some thing about stilettos. She moved the edge of the clingy knit top, delicately over my full breasts, “and where is he taking yoou?” She dragged out the last syllable, eyes alive with pleasure. Maybe it is all just water-cooler bitching, I thought to myself, I don’t really know her. She could be just really nice; nice enough to make me feel alright about Steven. “Papillion.” I said a little diffidently, an upward lilt in my voice. It was really expensive; I knew because we’d been there the day before. Steven had wanted to try another place that had just been reviewed, but I practically begged to back; the mango-vodka mousse, and foie gras had been so heavenly – and knew that I could order them there again, with out asking embarrassing questions from the snotty waiter. “Oh that’s really nice!” She exclaimed, “Did you try the truffle-carrot soup?” I shook my head. “Its orgasmic,” She laughed, light and tinkly, as if that was just between us girls who’d both watched Steven eat. “Just remember re-do that lovely crimson lip gloss afterwards.” She smiled, lips parting, as if remembering a old kiss. I touched my own tongue to my puffy lips, that I had coated and re-coated with lipstick minutes ago, almost unthinkingly. All I could do was giggle. “Have fun Cindi!” She waved prettily, before she left. We spent a lot of time together, after that. She would sweep through from the finance wing, where Steven was a Senior VP, and stop by my cubicle in marketing, on her way back to her own huge office, and be soo nice, always complimenting on my make up or hair some thing. Then one day she almost whispered, bending low – “lets skip lunch and go shopping!” Then she’d explain lots of stuff to me, about stores, prices, what was good quality and what was really cheap; and I wasn’t tense any more, I looked forward to us grabbing salads, and then giggling for an hour, over a scarf, or a new eyeliner for me. Soon after she would say, when I had tried on a pair of pants, or picked up a new really light lip gloss – “No, he wouldn’t like that, I don’t think.” And then she would look at me, almost curiously, half knowingly and ask, “would he?” God I would blush, flick back my teased hair that was always in my eyes, nervously, and simper. I guess she knew what he didn’t like. The truth of it was that I didn’t know. Yes, he some times told me what he liked, it was not like he talked a lot about what he didn’t like. So I would always nod, and catch her eye, like, “of course, duh!” – and put it back on the rack, and giggle. And then she’d point to some thing else, and laugh softly, picking it up, saying, “Now that’s what you should try on, Cindi! Its beauutiful!” And I would. Except of course, all the really nice stuff was far too expensive for me – and we always ended up at places that seemed cheap by comparison. She was so nice about the stuff at the big V-mart across the parking lot, where she never bought any thing at, of course, saying soothingly, “Oh now that really really suuits you, Cindi!” I never really called her Lauren. I did once, kind of softly, almost like her first name was too good for me to say, and it got stuck in my throat. I don’t think she heard me, but it felt uncomfortable, like I had really over stepped a line. After that, it was easy enough not to call her any thing, while we shopped or were together, and just call her Ms. Henderson, if it was something formal in office. It was a Thursday, when she came and touched me on the shoulder, when I was bent over the printer, my skirt hiked up at the back, trying to get the stupid thing un-jammed. I jumped back, almost yelping. She grinned. “High-strung, today, Cindi?” “Oh I’m so sorry Ms. Henderson, I just… Yes.” I nodded. Steven had been away since the Friday before, on a business trip to South Korea, and oh god… I was missing him. I’d started my period on Saturday; it had just finished on Tuesday. Right after it stopped was always my hottest time; even before I was seeing Steven, I always had to remember to get panty liners, or I’d soak right through to my panties. But now, after Steven, I just dripped all the time. I pressed my thighs together and blushed dark, seeing her watch my breasts heave. My stiff nipples were pressing through the thin bra cups, grazing my thin blouse. I could feel them. “Yes I guess I’m a bit tense.” I looked down, trying to hide my blush, but felt she saw right through me. No one had made me hot like Steven did; and the worst of it was, I didn’t even really know what it was. Of course, he was incredibly good looking, tall, broad, with really clear eyes, strong features, and wavy brown hair. He knew what he wanted; he just exuded authority. He’d just whistle, and his secretary, a really pretty girl my age called Jenny, would often be running about to get him what he needed, like his coffee or a file. I just couldn’t believe he asked me out! Usually, we’d see each other after work, going out to really nice a restaurant in a city for drinks and dinner, where they had these wonderfully thick table cloths, and masses of heavy silverware I never knew what to do with. I’d revel in being with him, seeing him across the table, watching his lips move, and his jaw work. Sometimes, I'd be frozen, staring at his face when he’d just look at me and smile. Then, afterwards, he’d always take be back to his room at his private club, right in the city. When he said my club, I didn’t understand at first, I thought it was, may be, a dance club, or like a strip club. But no this was really fancy, with leather arm chairs and fire places; but we didn’t linger downstairs, we went right up to his rooms there, where he said he some times slept over. My pussy clenched, as I remembered that room. First I let my nervousness and insecurity take over, acting like the typical done-it-all, know-it-all bitch. But he had been kind and patient with me; after I finished blowing him the first time, and looked up at his face from between his hard muscled thighs, hair sweaty on my cheeks, his cum sticky on my puffy, glossed lips, he’d just put me to work again, slowly, telling me what he liked – little licks on the half hard cock head first, then feathering his balls with kisses, sucking each one, and tonguing under, all the way to his ass crack, taking the cock again, sucking deep, this time, opening, lips pouted, keeping the cock deep in me, while I gagged softly, massaging his thickness with my throat. When he’d been telling me what to do, like I was his secretary or something, I’d been almost offended, but then I had to remember he wasn’t some nineteen year old boy I was blowing in the car after a date at a Red Lobster. He was Steven Binghamton. And he’d just actually been seeing Lauren Henderson… and…. oh god …I felt my cunt open and gush, like his hand was on me, and I was bucking on it, like some cheap little slut. He laughed softly, later, when he saw how I’d soaked the sheet between his knees while I had been blowing him. He patted my ass, as I tried to curl up close and said – “go re-do your lipstick, and freshen up that mascara Cindi; I usually like a second suck and swallow quite quickly.” “Oh Cindi!” Ms. Henderson was looking with amusement at my face, as I remembered, almost squirming. “Oh I know! You deserve a treat; I have one planned.” And we were off, ending up at Secret Silk. I’d never even been inside Secret Silk, is was soo expensive, the tiny, obscenely hot lace thongs were more than a week of my pay. But Ms. Henderson really knew her way around, picking up a corset here, holding it up to my waist, then pointing to flimsy half bra and laughing softly. After she’d walked around with me, we just headed to one of their huge fitting and sitting rooms, with a sales girl who carried every thing we wanted. Unlike in V-Mart, here you could try on the panties; they had paper liners on the crotch. Ms. Henderson smirked as she turned to leave the fitting room, for me to change. “It is it a good thing those thongs are lined, aren’t they, sweetie?” I went crimson. God the things she said. And that snotty little cunt of a sales girl, just stuck her fake tits out, and giggled saying “I’m sure, Ms. Henderson.” It was even worse when I came out to model the thong and half-bra sets for her. I was in my stilettos, of course, I was just getting used to them, after wearing them all the time for the few weeks I’d been seeing Steven, but I had never worn a thong before. They always looked…so …so slutty … I’d touched one once, at that cheap lingerie store right next to V-Mart, Next to Nothing, and my tits had just ached, and I had throbbed down there. But I didn’t know what it would do to my ass. With the heels lifting me, and the thong in my butt-crack, my backside just stuck out, cheeks apart, like I was some two-bit whore, asking for it. I really needed to finger my clit for a second. Oh God! But she was waiting, I knew, legs crossed, fingers tapping, in the sitting room, and I had show her the stuff. “Oh that’s hott!” she clapped her hands together. “And you’ve never worn a thong and half-bra before?” She laughed softly, and then exclaimed, “Cindi! A girl like you must. It really suits you. You’ve got a nicely filled out backside you can wiggle, and look at those tits push out! That’s the look you want with those stiff nipples.” I blushed, trying to cover my throbbing nipples, exposed in the half bra; raising my hands that were crossed over tiny triangle at my crotch. She looked down there. ““Oh your not shaved for a thong, are you?” She grinned. “That is so cute and freshh!” I stuttered. “I must trim, Ms. Henderson. I was meaning to…” Well, trim and shave on the edges of the triangle of course, sweetie, but right at the top there, where your fur shows right above the itty-bitty lace-triangle?…” She pointed. “Well neaten it, but don’t shave it, let it be, it is just such great contrast with your dyed blond hair, isn’t it. So slutty! He’ll like it.” I tottered in my heels, claves tightening, butt cheek quivering, half wanting to cry, half wanting to storm out of there, but all I could do was nod. My pussy was spasming. Later, after the sales girl had put every thing back, Ms. Henderson explained, “Yes dear, all this is far too expensive for you, of course. But now you know what to get, just go to that cheap store all the other girls go to, what is it now? Right -- Next to Nothing, and get the stuff. He’ll love it.” I wore the stuff I got at Next to Nothing in bed that night. I showered, perfumed, and made-up like Steven liked, and then wore the pink thong and half bra, getting on my hands and knees, before I started fingering myself. I always fingered myself like this now, no other position was as good. My ass lifted, back arched, tits touching the sheets, I thought of the way Steven fucked me, especially the first time. It was like our second date; that was the evening he’d taken me to Papillion the first time. And he’d paid for everything, I couldn’t even bare to think how much it had been. When we were back at the club and I sucked and swallowed the way he’d taught me the day before, and I must have done it good, because he just turned me over, strong, soft hands moving my body the way he wanted, and started thrusting. I just whimpered and bucked, tossing my mane with each thick thrust that really stretched me. Then, he began to tap my ass lightly, and after a few taps, he slapped my ass hard. God.. it stung, it hurt, and tried to turn my head back to say, “Please Steven, your hurting me, please?” But I couldn’t. Somewhere from deep inside, me, someplace I didn’t even know about, came a grunt, and soft squeal, and then another grunt mixed in with the squeal. It kept happening each time he slapped me, I couldn’t hold back the sound, I just couldn’t, it just bubbled out. So much so, that he chuckled, and said “Bite on your hair Cindi, you getting too loud.” I pushed aside the thong crotch, panting, softly moaning, on the bed, fingering, hand pressing between my legs, haunches shuddering. I came, still longing for Steven’s slaps. It was on Monday that Steven came back to office. I hadn’t expected phone calls, or emails when he was away, because he’d said that keeping in touch was always hard when he was traveling, and focusing on the deals that were being discussed. But he had came in that morning, and I knew because that bimbo-blond secretary of his, Jenny, in her tiny slutty skirt was just gushing at water cooler about some thing he’d got her from Korea, but he hadn’t even buzzed me. I was so nervous, wondering if he was mad about something, or even if I was his girl friend any more. Of course, he could be way way busy; and since I was in marketing, it wasn’t like he needed to see me officially. Usually though, he always found some excuse to get me to come over to his lovely corner office that overlooked the park, so that we could just talk. It was nearly lunch time when he buzzed, asking me to bring over some sales figures. I was so excited, I rushed to the rest room, fluffing and teasing my hair, that I had done a shade lighter over the week end, touching up my lips and eyes, worrying if my lips were moist enough. But that wasn’t the biggest deal: I was wearing my new thong and half-bra under my skirt and top, and God I was so nervous, hoping he’d like it. When I minced into his office, trying not to meet that bitch Jenny’s eye, my hips swaying, bust out, the way he liked, his back was turned to the door, feet on the sill, looking out over the huge picture windows, phone cradled to his ear. He was taking notes; it seemed like a really serious business call, because when I went around the desk to catch his eye, he smiled, but motioned me to wait with his hand. The call went on, and then he just pointed again, getting me to kneel in front of him. I’d never done it in the office before, not his, not any ones, but he’d been away so long, and I missed him so much. And oh God, I was so grateful I was still seeing him. His cock was deep in my throat, when he said on the phone, “Right, we will wait for the numbers on that one, then. Ookay. ” I whimpered softly, thinking, oh at last, he’ll talk to me now, but then his tone changed, still on the same call it seemed, and said “Oh yes.. great..Yes, yes … right here, yes.. Doing.. You know!!” He chuckled, and sighed, and his body shifted slightly, and I cupped his balls gently, massaging very slowly the way he liked. He laughed low on the phone, “Now?” He stopped as if considering. And then “ …Ok,” He laughed again. “Sure!” And put the phone down. I moved my lips down the shaft, releasing him softly, waiting to talk, as I feathered his balls with kisses. I looked up, then, at his stunningly handsome face, the smooth powerful set of his mouth, and gray of his temples. He frowned at me. “Suck Cindi.” He sounded annoyed and I tensed up, taking the heavy cock deep again, throat working. It was then that she walked in, I could hear the swish of the long, beautifully cut skirts she always wore. “Oh Stevie!” I heard her exclaim, and then in baby girl voice, “Kissi, kiss?” He half turned his torso, and I saw them kiss with my upturned eyes --softly, deeply, tongues working together until she moaned softly, and his cock was moving in my throat, pulsing, shooting, and my throat was working to swallow the way he liked. It was after I had cleaned him, and was mopping my lips with a tissue, that I realized they were going out to lunch, hand in hand, like the old friends and lovers they were. I should have slapped him, thrown some thing at her, and flounced out but I didn’t; all I could think of my re-doing my lips gloss for later. My thighs were trembling, and my Next to Nothing thong was stuck to my freshly trimmed pussy with hot juice. “I simply love her hair, Stevie!” Ms. Henderson had her hand on waist. “Oh you know what! She has a little surprise for you.” My hand went unthinking to the zipper of my skirt. I so wanted him to see what I had on. Steven looked at her and grinned as if knew what it was. “Later Cindi,” he said, “I may have some time after lunch.” I zipped up, with a pout, adjusting the thong in my butt-crack. “And Cindi?” Ms. Henderson had that smile in her voice. “While Mr. Binghamton and I are at lunch, would you just grab a salad sweetie, and take out my dry cleaning? It is in a brown paper bag in my office, my girl Traci will let you in.” I stuttered, and then nodded, still feeling the last of Steven’s seamen in my mouth. It was stringy in my throat. “Yes Ms. Henderson.” “Take it to Super-Clean now, not that other place, and go over each item with the girl there. They are all really expensive body chemises from Secret Silk; so have her check them and make notes, if there are any runs or marks.” She smiled helpfully. “They are very careful there, not like other place, Clean-Right,” she said as if we were, almost, still girls together. “Oh wow, Ms. Henderson, I didn’t know!” I simpered trying to toss my fluffy, teased hair out of my eyes again. “Come Stevie,” she whispered, and I watched as she licked his ear, her silky natural tresses caressing his neck, her slim hand stroking his shoulders. Another Boring Class This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved. Jerry walked into the lecture room and couldn't figure out why in the world he would need a class about Shakespeare when he was going for a degree in mechanical engineering. This was sure to be the most boring class he ever had in his entire life. And that's when she walked into the room and changed his life forever. "Good Morning ladies and gentleman. My name is Professor Angel Castleberry," she said in a heavy English accent that sent chills through Jerry's masculine, young body. He was 26 years old and had never truly loved anyone in his life. There were the few girls that he used to relieve his aching cock, but he rarely saw them more than once or twice. He couldn't help but look at her and her wonderful petite little body. Her soft strawberry blonde hair was cut just below her ears, giving a person a clear view of her very attractive and mature face. Jerry was mesmerized by her warm smile and stunning eyes, as they were filled with life. "I'm sure most of you have no interest at all in Shakespeare and all of his bloody plays. But I will do my utmost to keep you as interested as I possibly can. You will find that I'm a fair person. If you try your hardest, I will give you the highest grade!" She smiled as she walked around the front the lecture hall. The dress that she had worn, hugged her body giving Jerry a wonderful view of her medium sized breasts and a very good idea that her ass was the kind that he would love to have in his hands. Jerry watched her every move, noticing that she wore very expensive stockings. One thing that Jerry truly loved a woman to wear, but most women he knew wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of them. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her; she was giving him feelings that he had never felt before. He knew she was older, but oh so much wiser than he could ever dream. He wondered if she was married, or had a lover. Someone as beautiful as her must have someone in their life and making sure she was happy and well loved. "Any paper you give me will be graded the next day. I'm a single woman that never believed in crawling my way through useless bars and taverns. This gives me plenty of free time to devote to you," she said with a warm smile as her eyes looked slowly around to each of her students. When her eyes looked into Jerry's she paused, giving him a warm smile and he could feel his long cock coming to life. She continued looking at him, wondering why someone who looked like this was in a Shakespeare appreciation class. He looked more like a manly construction worker or a skilled mechanic. Either way, Angel would very much enjoy looking at the man three days a week for the next five months. And could only dream of someone like him ending her lonesome, miserable life, filling it with his love, affection and hopefully a very long, thick cock to please her with. "Today I'll just tell you to read chapter 1 of Romeo and Juliet and tomorrow present me with a short essay on what the first chapter meant to you. If any of you require assistance, please feel free to come to my office," she added looking straight to Jerry and hoped with all her heart that he would need her assistance. Unless her years of teaching were wrong, she had a very good idea that she would be seeing a lot of this very handsome young man. Jerry and all the other students filed out of the lecture room and went on about their daily lives. Jerry made his way to his motorcycle; reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Wondering how the hell he was going to pass this class, the only thing on his side was the professor seemed like a very wonderful woman. And had been watching him during most of the short class. He sat on the Harley Davidson watching a few of the young coeds walking by, admiring their wonderful tight asses in their miniskirts and shorts. He needed to find a date tonight or he felt like his balls were going to explode and be drowned in his own cum. "Attractive young things aren't they?" a soft voice said from behind him. "I had almost forgot how young American girls dressed in the summer," the voice said again as Jerry quickly turned around to see Miss Castleberry smiling at him. He looked at her face and knew he had to take a chance. "Not near as beautiful as a professor I have. She's the most stunning thing I've seen in quite some time," he smiled pushing his black hair from his hardened face. He stood, looking down on her petite body and saw her admiring his very muscular body. He wasn't quite sure, but he could swear her eyes were staring at his cock through his pants. "I hope this professor is a female?" Miss Castleberry laughed out as she strained to look up at Jerry. "Just teasing!" she laughed again as her eyes moved over Jerry's body one more time, wondering what it would be like to have this young, powerful man on her body, using her like a common whore. Jerry laughed at the beautiful woman's words and replied, "Oh yes, only women or girls for me!" he said patting the seat of his motorcycle. "Have a seat. It's better than standing there and breaking your neck trying to look up to me," he added hoping she would stop and talk with him for a while. She had been the first mature woman to ever catch his eye and he was hoping she would also catch his aching cock. "You must be kidding? I haven't put this rump of mine on a motorbike since I was a young girl!" She laughed as her tiny hand reached to touch his rock hard arm, sending a warm rush of excitement to the very place she hadn't had a man in so long. Jerry reached under her arms and lifted her to the very soft seat and said, "So ya mean last summer?" he laughed looking at the shocked look on her face and wondered why someone as beautiful as this had no one in her life. He knew more than ever, that he needed to be with this beautiful lady. "Are you trying to charm me?" She said looking at him with a slight hint of lust in her lonely eyes. "Because if you are, it's beginning to work!" She added giving him a tiny wink with her right eye. "And what am I to say if I'm caught sitting here on your motorbike?" she said with little concern as she shifted to make herself more comfortable. Jerry scratched his head and replied, "Well we could go to some place I know of. If you like you can follow me in your car," he said hoping this wonderful looking creature would take him up on his offer. He needed to find out if she was as lonely as she looked. The words of the young man filled Angel's ears, heart and sent boiling blood to her very neglected pussy. She had never made love with a student in all of her years of teaching, but today she was hoping she would get the fucking of a lifetime. She looked at the young man and could see the sincerity on his face and in his eyes as he looked at her legs and her very soft thighs. "I think I would like to ride with you," she softly said knowing what was to come with this young, handsome man. Her body trembled with excitement as he straddled the massive motorcycle, turning the key; he brought the machine to life. Angel jumped forward wrapping her arms round the young man's waist as tight as she could. She hadn't been on anything like this in her life. Jerry loved the feel of her smashing her body into him, he only hoped she didn't see his massive erection. His powerful legs straightened the motorcycle and slowly walked it from the parking space. With a gentle turn of the throttle they were on their way. 2. Angel kept her arms round Jerry as tight as she could, enjoying the feel of his young masculine body next to hers. Even as a young woman she had never had the pleasure of being with anyone as handsome as this. It made her wonder why he was with a woman of her age and not some young attractive girl. She knew it would be very hard to control her emotions for this young man. Jerry relished the feel of her hugging him and hoped she would be inclined to do it more once they were at the lake. He couldn't believe the feelings that this wonderful woman was giving him. He had only known her for a little more than an hour at the most and he would be willing to give his life if she needed it. He turned up a small dirt road, a few turns and they were at his most private place. He turned off the bike and asked, "How was that?" He turned to see her fixing her beautiful strawberry blonde hair. And as he watched he could feel blood rushing to his long, thick cock, hoping this beautiful woman had the same ideas that he had. Angel gave her hair a few more fluffs and replied, "I think that I could learn to like that!" She smiled softly and looked around the secluded lake, thinking it would be a wonderful place to have a young student seduce her. "Especially being able to hug you," she added in a soft lustful English accent, as her emerald green eyes looked into his. She hoped this handsome man had the same feelings that were rushing through her body. Jerry moved towards her, slowly looking into her eyes and down the front of her gorgeous body, thinking how hot it would be to have this English beauty on top of him, riding him as fast as she could. "I didn't! " he replied with a sour face. "I didn't get to hug you," he replied sticking out his lower lip like a little boy that didn't get his own way. Angel smiled at him and replied as she reached out her arms, "Here I am!" She said in a soft voice that she had always saved for the most private times of her life. And there hadn't been very many of them. Her body trembled after hearing her own words slip from her mouth. Jerry reached out and pulled her to him, sending a rush of excitement and boiling blood through every inch of his body. He felt like this was going to be his first time with a woman. Her body trembled in his arms as he held her, slowly he began to caress her back and down to the wonderful ass that he had been admiring in class. He felt her gasp for air as his strong hands gently squeezed her tiny behind. A tiny moan escaped her lips as his big strong hands touched her lonely body for the first time in years. The only hands that ever touched her behind were her own, but this man was free to explore any part of her that he wished. "Oh my! Are you trying to take advantage of me?" She giggled like a young teen in love for the first time. "Do you think I could?" he teased as his fingers moved under chin and gently lifted her head, leaning to her, placing a tiny kiss on her thin lips. He looked into her eyes and could see a little sparkle of lust. Her body was on fire! She needed to stop this wonderful game and get on to some serious, hard core sex! "Please take me!" She begged Jerry as tears ran down her cheeks and lust filled her heart. She had never needed anyone this bad in her life, as she needed him. "My pleasure!" Jerry moaned running his hands under her short skirt, grabbing her wonderfully tight ass with both hands and pulled her into his stiff, aching cock. Her panties were delicate to his hardened fingers and he could feel they were still damp from her perspiration caused by the leather seat of his motorcycle. Angel softly moaned as his hands explored her ass and slender hips. "I need you inside me so bad!" She whispered, feeling him pull off her panties and let them fall to the ground. "Fuck me like you would one of those beautiful young girls. Use me anyway you want!" Angel cried out seeing him start to pull off his jeans. Her eyes watched with great anticipation and at last, she saw the thing that was going to give her a wonderful afternoon. "Oh my!" she gasped out when she saw the huge piece of meat hanging between his legs and estimated it to be over ten inches long. "I bet the girls line up for you," she softly whispered reaching to hold it in her tiny hands. Her heart raced as the long, thick thing lie in her tiny hands and she wondered what something of this size was going to feel like deep inside her body. "I get my share, but none really interest me to tell you the truth. All girls around here care about is money or how good a guy is in bed. I want someone that I know will love me with all of her heart until the day she dies," he replied moving to hold Angel in his arms, letting his long growing cock slide against her wet and ready pussy. "Are you ready sexy lady because if I don't get inside this hot pussy of yours soon, I feel like I'm going to explode!" he added as he began kissing her slender neck and moving his cock between her wet folds of flesh. Angel slowly sank to her knees in front of Jerry and said, "Not until I get a taste of this beautiful thing!" she moaned, opening her mouth and took him inside. A moan of delight came from deep inside Angel as her mouth moved up and down his long, hard shaft. "Oh fuck!" Jerry cried out as he enjoyed the pleasure that Angel was giving his hurting cock shaft. "You are wonderful!" he moaned knowing he wouldn't be able to last very long if she kept this up. He had girls' suck him before, but this beautiful woman felt as if she was truly making love to his cock with her incredible mouth. Her wet mouth covered him like a cocoon, protecting and loving him like never before. Slowly moving up and down the long shaft as she gently sucked him. Her beautiful eyes gazed up to see nothing but pleasure on his strong, handsome face and she knew it was time for him to take her. She carefully pulled from him. "Now I'm ready!" she whispered and lie back on the soft grass, spreading her legs to welcome what was to come. Jerry moved over her body, "You're going to be a pleasure to love," he said as he kissed her lips and his moved hips forward, pushing inside her moist pussy. She locked around his thick shaft just like a girl of 20 would. Her muscles caressed and gently sucked his cock as he pushed it to her deepest depths. Angel knew she was in for the best time of her life, she spread her legs wider, moved her arms over her head, closed her eyes and lie back for the best fuck of her life. And it began, Jerry moved in and out of her wet, excited pussy tunnel like a wild man. His stiff cock touched places in her she never knew existed. "Oh my God!" She cried out with joy as he hammered his cock in her mature body. Jerry watched the beautiful creature under him and couldn't believe how good she felt. If he closed his eyes, he could have sworn that he was inside someone half her age. He knew he would be looking at older women more closely in the future. "Oh you feel so good!" he moaned out knowing his time was nearing. "Yes! Go! Fuck me!" Angel cried out as his cock thrust in her like nothing she ever knew before. This young, handsome man was giving her more pleasure than she had in her life. "Oh shit!" she yelled out in her deep English accent. "I'm cuming! You've made me orgasm!" she yelled again as her tight, mature pussy exploded around his hard, thrusting cock. Jerry used her faster, deeper wanting to give this sexy woman nothing but joy. "Go you sexy bitch! Cum on me!" he moaned out enjoying the feel of her orgasming pussy locked around him. And then, he too began to cum, "Oh mother fucker!" he yelled thrusting into her as deep as he could and began to fill her body with hot cum. "Oh bloody hell!" Angel screamed out when the cum began to fill her body. It felt as if she had molten lava being injected into her with each of the powerful squirts. "Fuck me you hot stud! Ride me like a wild horse!" she screamed again, wrapping her legs around his thin waist and thrust her hips to meet his incoming cock. Jerry couldn't believe how this felt, Jerry knew he would have to see this fine woman more, lots more. Later back at the college parking lot, Jerry drove his motorcycle up to her car and turned off the engine. "So teacher, how do I get in touch with you if I need some more tutoring like today?" He asked with a grin on his manly face as he helped her off the bike. "Well, I only give tutoring by appointments, but in your case I think I can see you any time you like," she replied with a smile and leaned to kiss Jerry. "I'll be free about 7 tonight," she smiled again and gave his cock a good squeeze. "I live on Baker Street, you'll see my British flag hanging from my house," she said sliding into her car and drove away. Jerry shook his head and moved to his bike, turning the key he said, "I better get home and clean up. Don't want to keep my teacher waiting!" he laughed and drove away. Another Boring Day at Work Sam was at his desk at work, reading a very sexy story on Literotica. He hadn't masturbated for a couple days so his cock was rock hard. He couldn't resist unzipping his pants and freeing his erection from its confines. As he read on, he stroked himself slowly. His mind was deep in the story when his office door flew open. Melinda. "Ummm, Melinda, you should really knock," Sam said, as he slid forward, trying to hide his exposed cock under his desk while clicking the screens on his computer closed. "Yes, I suppose I could have, but you see... we have a problem that needs some immediate attention." As she spoke, Melinda walked quickly toward his desk. Sam was struck by the way her large breasts pressed against the thin white blouse she wore, clearly showing the lace print of her bra. Her long legs, covered in sheer black stockings, stretched from her very short grey skirt to her black pumps. A silky scarf of crimson, midnight blue and gold draped around her neck. As she walked, Sam couldn't help but notice her sensuous curves, those long sexy legs, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her ruby red lips and her dark blue eyes that always held a special little sparkle. "Have a seat," he said. "Oh, not today Sam, not today." She walked around his desk. His eyes met hers and she looked down at his hard cock. "I knew you were being a bad boy Sam, but I had no idea just how bad." She reached down and trailed her scarlet polished fingernail from the tip of his cock to his balls then gave his throbbing member a squeeze. "Don't move," she commanded. She walked back to the door and shut it, locking it. "There, now we won't be disturbed. You see Sam, one of my duties here is to monitor computer usage. I know exactly what you've been doing on there." Shit! "Um, I can explain." She walked back around behind his desk, moving behind him, grabbed his chair and slid it back a few inches then leaned over so her lips were near his ear and her hair brushed his chest. He inhaled her almond scent. "What am I going to do with you? I could tell our boss or... " She reached down and gave his cock yet another delicious squeeze. "Perhaps we can come to some agreement?" "What do you mean?" he asked. She couldn't possibly mean what it seemed like. "I have something in mind." Sam started to turn to look back at her but Melinda's hands reached up and held his head facing forward. "Stay facing forward Sam." He heard her doing something but wasn't sure what. Then, Sam felt her large breasts press into his back, above his chair, and her arms wrap around his body. He felt something soft and silky touch his cock. Looking down, he saw a pair of satiny red panties. Her hand slipped them around his cock and she began to stroke him with them. "Oh... Melinda." "Shhh, just listen and answer my questions." "Yes, Ma'am." "You want me, don't you?" "Oh yes," Sam groaned. Her soft panties and hand firmly squeezed and stroked him. "You would do anything to keep this our little secret, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Do you like the feel of my panties on your hard cock, Sam?" "Very much so." Her speed was increasing, the soft material causing unbelievable sensations up and down his cock. She was using her fingertips to tickle the underside of his cock. Both of her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it faster. His balls were ready to explode. "If you agree Sam, we will do much more than this together. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, Melinda. Yes! I would love it." His body trembled, his heart raced and his breathing increased. "Would you willingly lick my pussy and kiss my ass?" "Yes, Ma'am." Her stroking brought him nearer and nearer to orgasm. "Will you wear pretty silky little panties for me?" "Anything you wish Melinda." "Does my naughty little man want to cum?" she asked as her tongue slipped into his ear. "Oh God, yes, Melinda!" His hips were bucking slightly, his precum visible on her panties. "If I let you cum will you do anything I ask?" "Oh yes, Melinda. Please let me cum!" "Will you be my little sex toy to do with as I see fit?" "Yessssssss, please, may I cum?" Sam was holding back desperately. He wanted her to say it but an overpowering feeling was shooting through his loins. Melinda moved her head around and their lips met. Her tongue slipped between his lips, swirling around his tongue. She pulled back and her mouth went to his ear. Biting his earlobe, her hands stroking quickly, she said, "cum for me baby. Shoot that hot cum into my panties NOW!!!" His body convulsed as cum shot from his cock. Stream after stream of cum shot up out. Finally, it dribbled down onto the panties she had wrapped around the length of him and her fingers. "That's it baby! Fill my panties. Oh yesssssss, you naughty little fuck." She squeezed and stroked his cock, milking it of every last drop. As his body quit shaking, she mopped up his cock with her panties. "Any ideas what I should do with these Sam?" "No, Ma'am." "I have an idea... put them on for me." "What?" She turned his chair with one hand until she was standing directly in front of him and dangled the red panties on one finger right in front of his nose. He inhaled deeply. He could smell his own cum combined with the smell from the panties being worn against her sweet pussy. "Put them on now, or I am going to tell the boss what I found." Sam stood and slipped his pants and briefs off then pulled the wet panties up his legs. He couldn't believe it. The feel of them was making him hard again already. She stepped closer and cupped his balls, leaning in to slide her tongue into his mouth again. They kissed deeply for a minute before she pulled back. "Wear those the rest of the day to remind you of me." She walked away but stopped at the door and looked back over her shoulder at Sam. "Now, get back to work." As he sat at his desk wearing Melinda's wet panties, Sam wondered what he had gotten himself into. He knew that having sex with a co-worker, particularly in the office, was a really bad idea. But his cock had a different view. As he started working again on some paperwork, an instant message popped up on his screen. It was from Melinda. Sam read it slowly, "Hi Naughty Boy. You will never believe what I found." Oh God, what was she up to now? He sent a note back, "What is it?" Another message with an attachment on it arrived. "Hope you like it, Naughty Boy." He opened the attachment. There was his rock hard cock, surrounded by Melinda's red panties. Her pretty nails and fingers wrapped around it were a blur, suggesting motion. His mouth curved up as he thought about how it had felt. He decided he couldn't wait to see what she had planned next. Sam continued going about his duties but couldn't get Melinda off his mind. Her soft panties wrapped around his body, holding his cock in place. Every time he moved, the material would caress his ass. What did she have planned? Were her breasts as glorious as he imagined? Would he get to touch her? Fuck her? All these naughty thoughts raced continually through his mind. At lunch, he had to pass by her desk. As soon as he left his office Sam felt her eyes on him, staring. He met her gaze and a naughty grin appeared on her lips. As he walked by her desk, she held out her hand. There was a note in it. Looking down at her, he could clearly see her hard nipples pressed against her blouse. Sam took the note and kept walking. As Sam made his way into the elevator, he opened the note. "Are those panty lines? How does it feel Naughty Boy? " He flushed red, feeling the heat rise. Good thing no one else was in the elevator. He reached down and rubbed his hand over his cock to feel the fabric of the panties move on it. Why had he never thought of trying women's underwear? It was sooo delicious. When he was finished with lunch, Sam went back to his office. Melinda was not at her desk so he got back to work. After an hour or so of making and returning calls and working on a project, he needed to make some copies from a file. Sam glanced out the door and saw she wasn't at her desk again. He headed for the copy room. As he rounded the corner of the copy room doorway, there she was. She was just leaning over to pick something up off the floor. As she bent over, her legs spread slightly. Instead of bending her knees, she bent at the waist. Sam's eyes were transfixed on her heels. His eyes traveled up her shapely legs and locked onto the back of her thighs. Just as he thought she was done bending over, her skirt rode further up her full round ass. GULP. That's when he saw it. There was the most beautiful shaved pussy he had ever seen glistening with wetness. But even more, Sam saw something dangling from her ass. At first his brain didn't comprehend the end of the string of beads that seemed to protrude from Melinda's anus. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Sam could feel his cock hardening again. She turned her torso and smiled at him. "Hello Naughty Boy. Go ahead, pull it." He stood, transfixed and getting harder by the second. "It's okay baby, you can breath again," she said, giggling at him. "Come on, come pull these beads out of my sexy ass." Sam walked forward, his eyes fixed on the beads. He reached out and took a hold of the string and pulled slowly until one marble sized bead popped out. "OH!" she gasped. "Mmmm... keeping going baby. That feels sooo good." Sam pulled slowly, amazed as a second bead popped out of her ass, then a third, a fourth and finally a fifth. He held the string in his hand, just looking at it for a minute until Melinda reached back, took the beads from him and flung them to the side. She reached out and fondled the bulge in Sam's pants. "Now that you've taken my beads out, you got something there to replace them with?" Sam's desire warred with the possibility of being caught with something other than his hand in the cookie jar. Melinda stood up and turned around. "Problem?" she asked, coolly. "I don't really want to lose my job if somebody finds us in here," he said regretfully. A grin spread across Melinda's lips. "Didn't you remember? It's Nathan's farewell lunch today. I stayed behind to mind the office but nobody else will be back for at least an hour." Melinda grinned mischievously. "Or maybe I forgot to put that reminder message in your mailbox." She reached out and undid Sam's belt as he smiled back at her. Unbuttoning and unzipping the pants over his bulge, she licked her lips in anticipation. Slowly, she lowered his pants and then eased the red panties down over his erection, allowing it to spring free. "Oh my! Look what I found. He looks swollen and dry. Maybe I can soothe him." Melinda knelt down and slid her mouth over Sam's twitching erection as he sucked in his breath. Her mouth felt so wet and hot as she took several inches of his cock in and starting sucking, as if he were a big sausage. Sam slid his hands into Melinda's mane of silky dark hair and softly massaged here scalp. "Ohhh," he moaned. It felt so good. He had to resist the urge to grab her head and fuck her mouth. Melinda pulled back and blew lightly on the wet portion of his cock then licked her way down to gently suck on Sam's balls. She leaned back and nodded approvingly. "I think you're ready for someplace a little tighter." She stood and backed up to the table in the room, sitting on the edge and hiking her skirt up over her hips. Spreading her legs, she laid back on the table and put her feet up on the corners of the table. "Come fuck me, baby," she commanded softly. Sam reached down and eased his pants off but left the red panties just below his balls and moved over to her, savoring the view of her shaved pussy. He took hold of her hips and positioned himself at the entrance of her hole and ever so slowly pushed in. Melinda groaned softly. It felt so good to be filled. Sam pulled out slowly until he was almost all the way out then rammed his cock back into her pussy. Melinda grunted, enjoying it. Sam continued fucking her as he reached down and pushed her legs further apart. He reached down under Melinda until he found her still stretched anus and slid a finger up her well lubed hole. Melinda writhed under his forceful fucking, groaning as he inserted a second finger into her ass. "Oh Sam! Yes! That feels so fucking good, fuck me hard!" Sam swirled his fingers around in her ass as he started thrusting faster and harder into her pussy. His balls felt ready to explode as Melinda's pussy clenched around his cock and squeezed his erection. God, this was so good! He thought about how long he'd been missing out on this horny fucking when she had been so near by. He was going to make up for it now though. He slammed his cock into her pussy again. Melinda was cumming, arching her back and grunting as Sam let loose with his load, shooting it into her pussy. He thrust until he was spent then withdrew his fingers from her anus and pulled slowly out of her pussy. Melinda smiled up at him. She reached down and slid a finger into her pussy, twirling it around then pulled it out and brought the cream to her lips and sucked it clean. "Mmmm... I can't go back to work like this. You'll have to clean me up... with your tongue... Naughty Boy." Sam looked down at her swollen pussy, where the cream of their combined juices was beginning to trickle out of her. He'd never thought of doing this before but he found himself salivating as he knelt down until he faced her lovely pussy and reached out with his tongue to give a tentative lick. Mmmm, so fucking good. He dove in, licking and lapping up their combined juice. Melinda giggled at how eagerly he was going down on her. She'd definitely picked the right guy for this. They were going to have some marvelously kinky times together. Work seemed a little less boring than it had the day before. Melinda let her mind go and just enjoyed the sensation of Sam licking her pussy so thoroughly. His eagerness was bringing her close to cumming again. She arched a little and thrust her pussy into his excited licking, his tongue slid into her and back out. She felt her contractions starting again and pushed with one to squirt her cum onto his tongue as he continued to lap at her sensitive flesh. She shuddered as she finished and waited for Sam to lick her flesh clean. When he was satisfied that he'd gotten every last drop, Sam stood back and Melinda sat up to look at him. She enjoyed the way the red panties looked just under his balls and his breathless lust-hazed look. "You've had a very busy day," she said. "I think you should go back to your desk and have a bit of a nap. Wear those panties home tonight and hand wash them for me. Wear them back tomorrow." Without another word, Melinda got up, pulled her skirt down, retrieved the anal beads from the corner of the room and left. Sam went back to his office, closed the door and reclined his chair. He drifted off, thinking of his exhausting day. He woke to the phone ringing and glanced at the clock. It was just going on 4:30. "Hello?" "Hi, Naughty Boy, time to go home. Make sure you get a good night's rest. I'll see you tomorrow," Melinda said and hung up without waiting for a reply. Another Boring Day in DFW Another boring day in DFW he thought while sitting on the sofa, it was hot, gas is expensive, and everyone else was at work. After watching Super Troopers again, he got up and went to the computer. Several post on myspace referred to National nude day, which of course peaked his interested. He picked up his cell and called Heather, they been together for over three years, and for the past two she had been going on a two mile run every morning. He could hear the phone ringing at the door, as she walked in. He hung up the phone stood up to greet her. She walked into the office, hot and drenched with sweat. It's been amazing humid lately, and with the rise in temperature, it's starting to feel like sauna whenever you go out side. He looked her over, she was amazingly lean, running had help drop the 40 pounds she gained while pregnant with Abigail. Standing 5'9" she was tall slim, with full B cup. She measured 32B-25-34, before Abigail was an A cup, but since becoming a mother she had developed a nice B her sexy hips and widened ever so slightly. Her straight dark brown hair was pulled back into two loose ponytails. Her light running shorts were drenched, as was her tank top with integrated sports bra. It had been so long since he had been off in the morning he hadn't seen her his way in a while. With a quick hi, they embarrassed each other softly, Adam, could taste the salt on her skin, his hands slid down her back, and into the waistband of her shorts, what an amazing ass he thought as he caressed it bottom He kneeled in front of her pushing her shorts and panties down as he lowered himself in front of her. Her sent, overwhelmed him, his lips fell on her smooth white belly. He slid his hands down her sides and hips as he kissed down her abdomen. He continued kiss and lick until inch above her clit. Heather moaned and step back, lets co she commanded, and he got up, and followed her. He admired her shoulder, back, bottom, thighs, calves, even her ankles as he followed her to the bathroom. She was so fair, he worried about how much sun she got on those morning runs, but the freckles on her shoulders were a bit of a turn on. She took off her top as she turned to face him, she was already taller, but with him in socks, and her still in cross trainers, she was at least three inches taller than he was. She pulled off his t-shirt, he knew exactly what she wanted, he removed his pants, and sock, and got the shower ready as she took off her shoes. They stepped into the shower, and under the large overhead sprayer. She looked at his mahogany skin, and his strong arms and hairless chest, and cute belly. They were almost the same age, but he looked so young, and that excited her. She placed her hand on his shoulders, and pushed him down to his knees. The hand still on his shoulder pulled him to her, and he immediately found her very erect clit, it extended an inch and a half, and was as thick as his thumb. His lips encircled it, and she moaned again, after a couple of minutes, he inserted a finger and worked his way toward her G-Spot. She leaned against the wall and raised a leg placing it on his thigh to provide him with better access. In moments, she was panting and moaned deeply. She grabbed him firmly and lustfully fucked his face, until she felt that familiar pressure. Second, later like a dam at flood stage she burst, filling his mouth and covering his face with her cum. It had been very long since they had discovered she could ejaculate, and now they took every opportunity to make her squirt. She recovered and pulled him up she kissed him deep, he was already enrapture after thrashing she had given his face. She licked his face collecting as much of her cum as she could. They both loved her taste, and it would have been a shame to let the shower wash it all away. She dropped to her knees, and spread his legs slightly. Her husband, erect penis stood in front of her face. A little over seven inches, thick and uncircumcised, exactly how she like it. She grasped the base firmly, and began to lick and suck on the shaft. She after getting every inch of it slick with her saliva, she began to stroke and suck with both hands. Once she knew he was ready, she started to massage his bottom, to get it ready. She turned him around, and forced him to bend over, and after a few tentative licks, she strong tongue began to press against his sphincter. He braced his self, but the shower was slick. He could tell she started to use the lube in side of him, because she loved using the warming gels. Starting with one finger she worked on his bottom until she could feel it sucking on her finger, she add a second and continued until she found is prostate. She took his penis back into her mouth again, and virtually swallowed the entire thing. Within moments, he exploded in her mouth; she sucked and milked him until he was empty. Exhausted he sat down in front of her she kissed him, again for a moment, and told him she had to go. He smiled and helps her stand, she stood up and placed her little foot on his thigh again, they both enjoyed the contrast of their complexions. Her foot looked almost ghostly pale on his dark skin. He began to gently kiss and lick her labia, she was almost completely hairless, and he loved the feel of her smooth skin against his face. She spread her labia with one hand, and pulled him closer with the other. He licked her clit before moving to her urethra, and almost on cue, she released her flow, of pale yellow nectar. She covered his mouth and face, and chest, and then came again. After her last orgasm, they both stood up, and finished in the shower. Today's National Nude Day, Adam say. "Really", Heather replies, "Well what are we going to do?" I'm thinking a parking garage, I know of a garage in downtown Dallas, with roof access. I think of a few shots from the roof, and maybe a couple in the West End near the Dart station." Says Adam. Heather agrees, and it's settled. Since were going to be making quick escapes its best to dress for speed, so she grabs him a Ben Sherman short sleeve pull over, a pair of Khakis, and Doc Slip-ons. She thought he was so cute, so young looking with clean-shaven face and head. His brown eyes made her melt when they first met. She watched him dress, and since he wasn't going to be wearing underwear today, she could clearly see the bulge in the front, and that sexy ass in the back. She patted it, as we walked to her closet. For Heather getting dressed was fairly simple, she didn't really wear makeup do that wasn't and issue, her hair was cut in a classic Betty Page, so there was very little to do there, once it was conditioned an dried. She grabbed a Ben Sherman Jersey Dress, with a pair of Dana T-Bar, and a skimpy little thong. They brushed there teeth before heading out the door. As they drove up the toll way access ramp she said, whip it out stud, in a joking voice. Excuse me Adam replied. I said whip it out, unbutton your pants, and pull out that hard chocolate tool. I can see your erect remember no underwear, nothing to confine that thick hard tool. He was glad he had the windows tinted in the Cherokee, and of course, he pulled it out, and started to stroke it slowly. He looked up for a second realized they were about to miss their exit. They made the exit, and continued on there path, he then noticed Heathers hand sliding up and down the shaft. That's so much better he says as he relaxes in the seat, then wishes he was driving, so he could feel her wonderful mouth sucking him to satisfaction. After another ten minutes of driving, they arrive at the garage. The garage is open, so he guides here to the top floor. He fixed his pants, and they got out of the car, Heather grabbed their gear, and they headed to the roof. They avoided the cameral and went to the corner over looking the Trinity. Adam undressed and walked to the edge of the wall. From the time, his shirt came off Heather starting shooting. She took photos of him in different stages of undress for her private projects, and then got several pictures of Adam in all his glory standing on the edge of the railing for the exhibitionist forum. After shooting for a good half hour, Heather put down the camera, and asked him off the railing. He stepped down to a lower ledge that put his manhood at mouth level. She walked over and took him into her mouth; she fingered herself while sucking on him diligently. Once she heard him moan, she slid her index finger into his bottom. She entered him almost effortlessly, after a few more strokes, she was able to enter a second finger, and found his P-spot. As he was about to cum, she heard the officer yell again "STAND UP AND PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD!" They both almost freaked she released Adam, and he almost feel back over the edge, he had been on the railing where he was earlier; he would have been a goner. They turned to see two pissed off female Dallas Police officers. They did as they were told, and turned a faced the wall. The officer asked what they thought they were doing. The officer's cuffed the both of them, and took Heather to the side. They were both tall, almost six feet tall, and very defined. Officer Williams, a red head was with a very defined body. Sergeant Scott a very attractive Latina with a rounder figure, they were both attractive, but in different ways. In a different place maybe they would have all been friends, but now in this time and place somebody's about to go to jail. Sergeant Scott takes Heather to the side as Officer Williams keeps an eye on Adam. Once the initial shock of the situation was over, Adam noticed Officer Williams staring at his member. She notices, and orders him to turn around to get against the wall. When he turns around she gets her first peak at the ass that Heather loves so much, and the just has to grab it, and she does. She starts to stroke his bottom, the moment he protest she pushes him against the wall, and press forward and really grabs a handful. WILLIAMS, she hears from Sergeant Scott. She stops realizing she has lost control, it has been a while since her divorce, and Adam looks a lot like her ex. Heather mentions to the Sergeant that they are all in a difficult situation, and considering Williams had just attempted to rape her husband. She suggested that maybe they could work something out, and no one would have to go to jail, lose their job, or get tied up in a lawsuit. The two women discussed the details for a few minutes, and later called over Officer Williams. After another few minutes the women broke there huddle, and walked over to Adam. He say the look on Heathers face, and knew what it meant, she and planned something naughty, and when she gets naughty it usually ends up difficult for him to sit down. Officer Williams starts to undress, and Heather grabs her gear bag and walks over to Adam, Oddly enough, the handcuff key in their bag unlocks his cuffs. She unlocks his cuffs, and tells him they have worked out a compromise. However, his bottom is going to be getting a work out. This is probably going to be best fucking he's ever had, if they are going to stay of jail. Both Officers wants a piece of his ass, and of course, if everyone else is going it, Heather wants to get a bit more too. He agrees, and ask what exactly going the happen. Both of the officers were married, but were recently divorced, being cops, it was hard for them to find guys they thought were nice, single, and with similar sexual interest. Since being divorced, both women had picked up and interest in strap-ons, and although they had already used them on each other, neither of them had ever used one on a guy. Seeing Heathers fingers in Adams ass had turned them both on. "Whatever, I just want to get out of here, and not go to jail." said Adam. Heather turned him around, and spread his legs "bend over baby", she said. Before he had fully bent over her tongue was already up his ass, and going deeper. It felt so wonderful. Whenever she went oral on him he lost track over everything, she was so good. Soon he felt her take his penis into her mouth, and insert fingers in his bottom. He felt so go, he was lost, but then something strange happen. It got better, lots better, some how he felt her tongue in his ass again, but a little more forceful than normal. He opened his eyes to see her below him sucking him off. Sergeant Scott Standing kneeling behind her fucking her with Heathers purple and black strap on. He didn't see Officer Williams, and then he realized it was her, she was behind him; her tongue was in his ass. He almost lost his balance and fell as he realized exactly what was going on. About that time they both stopped, he heard her speak to him for the first time in a non-cop way. She told him to get on his knees, and he did. She grabbed his hips, and pushed the strap on into his slick little hole. He moaned as she thrust slowly gut deeply into his bottom, after a few minutes of this she started to cum, her thrust became more erratic, and shallow, he knew she was using the feel doe. Heather had problems controlling it too when she first stated using it. As she came, she pulled him up hold his chest with one hand stroking his shaft with the other. He could feel her breast against his back. Her nipples like little marbles hard and pressing into him. She felt wonderful she began to kiss his neck and as she continued to fuck him from behind. About the same time, he saw Sergeant Scott, Grab Heather hair, and pull hard. She came, and came and came. Poor Heathers going to have a headache from all that hair pulling. Sergeant Scott pulls out, of and whispers something in her ear. We see her shrug her shoulders, and officers Scott stands up and takes off the strap on. She pulls Heather closer to her with one hand and spreads her labia with the other. As she released her golden stream, Heather came closer, and began lapping at her stream. Both Officer Williams and Adam came immediately, right before Heather and Sergeant Scott. As Adam was looking over both the officers and about to make a move toward the Williams, the Redhead, a call came over the radio. The Officers had to go, they gave the couple their cards, said this had to happen again, and next time they would all get to share everything. Adam agreed eagerly, Heather looked at him smiled. They all got dressed and walked out together, Heather realized she hadn't taken any pictures of the four of them together, but it would happen eventually, so it didn't matter. They got into there vehicles and began to drive down the garage. However, this time Adam was behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet, and without a word, Heather started to undo Adams pants, and pull out that beautiful tool. She quickly took it into her mouth and began to stroke the shaft. As he drove home he, thought can't wait to have another one of those boring days. Another Boring Friday Night Another boring Friday night at home, Tammy thought to herself. She slumped into her computer chair and decided to surf the net. When she signed on, her home page popped up showing an ad for a new bar in her neighborhood. She decided to get dressed and give it a shot. She decided to walk the five blocks to the bar, and as she approached it she noticed that there were no Grand Opening signs or anything like that. It just looked like any other bar in the neighborhood. Tammy went inside anyway, figuring on one beer and then would leave. As she walked in, she surveyed the bar. It was pretty crowded, but they were all women. "That's strange," she thought as she sat down. "What can I get you sweetie?", the bartender asked. "Coors Light please," Tammy answered. As she waited for her beer, she looked around the crowded bar. She noticed mostly women, and they were dancing with each other, and some even kissing each other. When the bartender served her the beer, she asked, "Why are there only women here?" Laughing, she said, "This is a lesbian bar honey." Now Tammy got nervous. She wasn't a lesbian. Oh yes of course, she had thought about it, but never went through with it. Being very submissive, she had only thought men could use her the way she needed. Tonight she was in for a huge awakening. As she sat there deciding if she should run out the door or not, a beautiful Latin woman sat next to her at the bar. She was about 5'2, 170lbs., beautiful long dark hair, and the most beautiful shapely breasts. Tammy guessed her to be about a 40DD. For some reason, Tammy thought about how it would feel to suck on her nipples. Tammy felt a wetness between her legs at the thought. "Hi there cutie, my name is Mariam, what's yours?", she asked as she held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Tammy, it's nice to meet you," she said as she shook the women's hand. "So what brings you here tonight?" Mariam asked. "I got bored at home, so I thought I would try out the new bar," Tammy answered. "I'm gonna' guess that you didn't know this was a lesbian bar until you walked in the door. Am I correct?" Mariam asked with cutest smile. Blushing, Tammy answered, "Actually, yes that's true." "Have you ever fantasized about being with another woman?", asked Mariam. "Yes of course, haven't all women?". "Yes I would agree, but most women won't admit it," Mariam said laughing. They sat at the bar silent for a few minutes, and then Mariam said, "Hey you wanna' go get something to eat, I'm starved." Tammy hesitated a little, and Mariam assured her she meant nothing more than just a meal. Tammy agreed and off they were. They began walking to a nearby diner. They talked about their jobs, and a little about their families while they walked. Watching Tammy, and her body language she knew Tammy was submissive. Mariam wanted her right then and there, but knew she would have to wait to use the dirty slut. As much as she hated to wait, she also loved the chase. They sat down at a booth and order burgers and beers. They continued talking, and somehow the conversation turned to sex. "So what fantasies do you have about women?", Mariam asked. Tammy shifted in her seat, and replied, "Oh I don't know, just stuff." "Oh, c'mon, you can give me more than that." "I don't want you to think I'm a nut or something like that." "Oh don't worry Tammy, I won't think anything like that." "Well I am very submissive sexually." "I knew it," Mariam thought to herself. "Submissive in what ways Tammy?" "I like being told what to do, and I also like it rough," "I hope you don't think that's crazy." "Not at all Tammy, not at all." Their food arrived and they didn't talk much while they ate. Mariam was thinking about how she was going to use the submissive slut across the table from her. Tammy was thinking about what it would be like to be used rough by Mariam. Again her pussy started to get wet. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. "How about we finish up here and go to my place for some more beers?", Mariam said. "Sounds good to me." They paid the check and headed for Mariam's apartment. As they walked in the door, Mariam mentioned that she had a roommate, Jodi, but she wouldn't be home until the next day. Tammy then began to realize that her fantasy might just come true tonight. She sat down, while Mariam went to the kitchen for more beers. She handed Tammy her beer, and sat down next to her on the sofa. It took everything she had, not to get on her knees and beg this hot woman to use her rough and nasty. Mariam must have seen the lust in her eyes, because she suggested watching a porno movie. Tammy agreed hoping the video would be a nasty one. They watched the screen as two women appeared. These women were about the size of Mariam, and they were just as hot as her. One woman was obviously in charge as she bent over the other woman and began spanking her, and calling her names. Tammy's pussy was soaking wet at the site in front of her. "Does that turn you on Tammy?" Looking down at the floor, she managed a mumbled "Yes." "Do you like to be spanked whore?" "Yes I do." "You will address me as Mistress, is that understood?" Tammy almost came when she heard that. "Yes Mistress." "That's better whore, now get those clothes off!" She took off her clothes so fast, that even Mistress was impressed. "You dirty whore, you want to be used so bad don't you?" "Yes Mistress." "Bend over whore." Tammy did as she was told, and stuck her ass high in the air for Mistress. She could feel Mistress' hands rubbing all over her ass, and was in heaven. When Mistress' hand came down hard on her ass, she screamed. "What's the matter whore, I thought you liked a good hard spanking?" "Yes Mistress." Mistress continued spanking and rubbing her ass, until Tammy felt her pussy dripping wet. Mistress slid her hand down to feel the wetness the spankings had caused. "Oh good, you do enjoy a good hard spanking." Mistress rammed two fingers deep inside her whore's soaking wet pussy, making her moan. Tammy started fucking Mistress's fingers while Mistress continued to spank her. "You like that you dirty slut?" "Yes Mistress." "You like being a fuck toy for me whore?" "Yes Mistress." Mistress slid her fingers out of Tammy's wet cunt, and shoved them into Tammy's mouth. "Taste your cunt juice bitch." Tammy sucked on Mistress' fingers tasting her own juice. Tammy sucked off every drop from Mistress' fingers. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl behind me to the other room slut." She did as she was told and got down and crawled behind her Mistress, making her feel like such a complete and total whore, and wanted more. She followed Mistress into a room with a long wood table, with restraints hanging from the ends. "Get up on the table and lay down on your back slut." She did as she was told and Mistress secured her hands and ankles in the restraints. She was now on full display, and completely open for any use Mistress had in mind. Mistress stood next to the table, and began rubbing and squeezing Tammy's 38D tits. She couldn't help but to moan from Mistress' touch. All of a sudden Mistress pinched her nipple so hard, she let out a scream. "Mmmmmm yes my dirty whore, I will have you moaning and screaming all night." Mistress continued to pinch Tammy's nipples, but not as hard. Just hard enough to make her moan again. As quickly as Mistress had started, she stopped. Walking away from the table, and returning with a small pillow. "Lift up your ass slut." Tammy did, and Mistress slid the pillow under her ass, raising her cunt higher, and also easy access to her tight ass. Mistress started rubbing Tammy's clit, making her moan and beg for more. Mistress then slapped her pussy hard making her scream out from the pain. "Who owns that pussy whore?" "You do Mistress, you own my pussy" Tammy answered scared she would slap her again. That was more pain than she was used to, and she wasn't ready for it. To her disappointment, another slap came down on her swollen clit. Again she screamed as Mistress laughed. "I thought you liked it rough whore." "Yes Mistress, but it's too hard please." "You will learn to love it bitch!" She continued to slap her clit until it became numb. Tammy just stared at the ceiling, thinking that maybe she got in over her head here. When Mistress was satisfied that Tammy was now laying there against her will, Mistress noticed her pussy was dripping wet. She loved to use them against there will. That's why she had her roommate. Some little mousy girl who was just too timid to say no. Mistress loved watching them beg for her to stop. She would use her roommate Jodi any time she wanted, and Jodi always fought, but would keep coming back every time. Mistress got up on the table, and straddled Tammy's face, lowering her wet cunt onto Tammy's mouth. "Lick my pussy slut!". Being scared now, Tammy did as she was told. She began licking Mistress' soaking wet pussy. The minute her tongue hit her warm moist pussy, Tammy knew she would do anything Mistress wanted. The taste was incredible. So sweet, and warm. She started flicking Mistress's clit with her tongue, and then took it in her mouth and sucked on it. "Oh yes cunt, just like that!", Mistress screamed. Tammy continued to suck her clit until Mistress' cum was all over her face. Mistress climbed off the table, telling her what a good little cunt sucker she is. "You sure you never sucked pussy before?" "Yes Mistress." Just then there was the sound of a door closing, and a female voice calling for Mariam. "Damn!", Mistress thought, as she recognized it as Jodi's voice. Mistress slipped out the door, closing it behind her. She tried to get out of the restraints but to no avail. All of a sudden the door burst open and very petite, quiet looking woman stormed into the room. "I go away for one day and you pick up the first slut you see, and bring her here!?", she screamed. "I think you're forgetting who is in charge here cunt!"Mistress yelled back. Mistress grabbed her by her hair, and lowered the small woman to her knees. "Jodi, meet Tammy, Tammy, meet Jodi." "Hello," they said to each other. "Well Tammy, as I am sure you now know, Jodi is also my whore." "Yes Mistress," Tammy answered not caring about Jodi, and just wanting to obey Mistress. "Get your clothes off Jodi," Mistress ordered. Jodi looked genuinely scared as she removed her clothing. She was very small, maybe 4'11, with short hair, and small but firm breasts. Tammy guessed them to be about a 32c. "Get up on the table, and let Tammy suck your breasts." Jodi climbed up, straddling Tammy as she lowered her breast into Tammy mouth. She sucked her breast feeling Jodi's nipple grow hard in her mouth. "Bite her nipple hard Tammy." "Yes Mistress," she replied as she bit down hard on Jodi's nipple. Jodi screamed out in pain, and Mistress spanked her tiny ass. "Keep quiet slut!" "Yes Mistress Mariam." "See Tammy when you get to be a devoted whore like Jodi, you too will be able to call me Mistress Mariam." "Thank you Mistress," was all Tammy could think of to say. "Now let Tammy do the same to your other breast Jodi." She shifted herself until her unused breast was in Tammy's mouth. "Bite her hard slut Tammy." "Yes Mistress." Jodi muffled a scream, as she bit down hard on her nipple, for fear of another smack on her tiny ass. "Suck the whore's pussy Jodi." Jodi slid down Tammy until her mouth was just outside her bald pussy. She began licking up and down Tammy's slit, pushing her tongue inside, licking up and down the warm folds of her juicy cunt. "Spread her cunt wide open," Mistress ordered. Jodi spread the lips of Tammy's pussy and began sucking on her clit. Tammy began humping the little woman's tongue begging to be used. Just when she was about to cum, Mistress ordered Jodi to stop. You could hear the disappointment in Tammy's moan. "You will cum when I let you," Mistress informed her. Frustrated, Tammy said "Yes Mistress." "Go get our little black friend, slut Jodi," Mistress again ordered. Tammy felt her heart jump. "Was she bringing someone else now?", Tammy thought to herself. She didn't want anyone else. Now she got scared again. Jodi returned with the biggest black vibrator she had ever seen. It had to be at least twelve inches and as fat as her wrist. Tammy didn't think she would ever be able to take that inside her. She would soon find out she was wrong. "Use her cunt with it slut Jodi." Jodi walked over to Tammy and began rubbing the vibrator on Tammy's clit. This felt great, and Tammy began moaning to as she felt the vibrator on her sensitive clit. "Oh yes yes," Tammy was moaning. Tammy turned to look at Mistress, and she was standing with one foot up on the table, and was playing with her pussy as she watched the show in front of her. They made eye contact, and Mistress mouthed the word whore. Tammy knew that's just what she was. A whore for Mistress any time she wanted. She mouthed back "Yes Mistress." "Fuck her cunt with it now slut Jodi." Jodi sucked on the vibrator like a good whore getting it ready for Tammy's cunt. She slowly slid it into Tammy's hungry cunt, stretching her more than she had ever been before. "Oh fuck!", Tammy screamed. "What's the matter whore?", "I thought you liked cock?", Mistress asked. "Too big Mistress, please no, it's too big." "You will take it all and like it whore, is that understood? ." "Yes Mistress." "That's better, keep fucking her," Mistress told Jodi. She went back to raping Tammy's pussy with that huge black toy. She pounded Tammy's hot pussy, and then started licking her clit. Tammy was on the edge, and needed to cum so bad. "Please may I cum Mistress?", Tammy begged. "Oh no whore, not yet. I have so many things planned for you yet!". "Ok Jodi, stop fucking that slut and get over here and suck on Mistress Mariam's dripping wet cunt!" Mistress had one foot on the floor, and the other up on the table. Jodi got on her knees, and sucked Mistress for everything she was worth. Jodi knew she was a whore for this woman, and as Tammy's presence made her very jealous, she would still do whatever Mistress Mariam told her to do. Mistress reached over and began squeezing and pinching Tammy's tits. Harder and harder, making Tammy scream. "I own you bitches!", Mistress was screaming at both of them. Mistress loved having this much control over these two sluts. She would use them all night long, and by morning they would suck and fuck on command. With the thought of that, Mistress felt her orgasm rising. She began grinding her face on Jodi's mouth, burying her in her cunt. "Suck my pussy slut, and make Mistress Mariam cum all over your whore face!". Jodi sucked on Mistress' cunt hard and fast, and felt the hot juice spilling into her mouth. Jodi could not understand why she loved that juice so much. She would do anything for it, and already almost has. Now that Mistress has brought another whore home, Jodi was going to have to obey extra well, so Mistress wouldn't choose that slut Tammy over her. Mistress pinched Tammy's nipple so hard as she came, Tammy was screaming, and begging for her to stop. Even after Mistress came into Jodi's mouth, she never let her grip go from her nipple. "Since you are the new slut here Tammy, you will now suck Jodi's pussy and make her cum." "Oh thank you Mistress Mariam!" Jodi squealed in delight. "Get up on her face Jodi" Mistress ordered. Jodi climbed up on the table and straddled Tammy's face, grinding her pussy into Tammy's face. Tammy was licking as fast as she could, while Jodi bucked back and forth fucking her face. "That's it Tammy, suck my favorite little slut's pussy." Mistress walked over to Tammy, and rammed two fingers deep inside her cunt. Tammy jumped and moaned into Jodi's pussy. She kept sliding her fingers deep inside, calling Tammy names. "May I cum Mistress Mariam, please?" Yes my dear slut Jodi, cum all over Tammy's face, and let the bitch taste you" "Oh yeeeesss!"Jodi screamed as her juices ran down Tammy's face, and into her hair. Just as Jodi was climbing off the table, Mistress came up to Tammy, and stuck her fingers in her mouth. "Taste your cunt Tammy, clean my fingers off whore." Tammy cleaned off Mistress' fingers as instructed, and then watched as Mistress grabbed Jodi, and kissed her deep and hard. Her tongue invaded Jodi's mouth, and they kissed like that for about two minutes. They both looked at Tammy and Mistress began playing with Jodi, nipples. Pinching them hard, and then soft. Tammy turned away, unable to watch, for fear she might cum just from watching. "Keep your eyes on us bitch!" Mistress demanded. Tammy went back to watching them, as they fingered, and sucked on each other. She felt she would burst any minute. She needed to cum so bad, and would do anything for it. Tammy watched as they sucked and fingered each other to another orgasm. Tammy's pussy was dripping wet now, and she was begging to cum. Mistress walked over to Tammy, and began rubbing her clit lightly teasing her. "Does the whore want to cum?" "Yes Mistress please, please!" Mistress stopped teasing, and said "Well I don't know whore, how bad do you want to cum?" "I will do anything you want please, please let me cum!" "Anything?" "Yes anything, please I have to cum!" "Remember you said that whore, because now I own you." "Yes, yes you own me, I am your personal whore to use any way and any time you want!" "Good whore Tammy" Mistress said as she went back to rubbing Tammy's cunt. "Hand me our black friend Jodi" Mistress said as she rubbed the swollen clit in front of her. Mistress then slid the big black vibrator deep into Tammy's hot wet hole. She pumped Tammy as she rubbed her clit, knowing she would explode all over the vibrator any second. Tammy was humping this toy as if her life depended on it. Taking the whole 12 inches inside her, Tammy was now screaming and begging to cum. "Yes whore you may cum" With that Tammy, exploded all over the black toy. Tammy couldn't believe how her orgasm took over her whole body, making her shake and convulse. She had never had this feeling before, and knew that Mariam now owned her. There was no way she could leave now. She knew that now, as her pussy dripped her juices onto the table. "Clean up her pussy Jodi" Mistress Mariam ordered. Jodi immediately obeyed. Mistress watched and thought about all the fun ways she would use them both. She never saw two women that enjoyed being used so much, and that had such a need to serve like sluts. She was happy at that thought and knew she would make them do nasty, dirty things for her. They would do anything for her, and they all knew it. To be continued....... (depending on votes) Another Boring Night It was going to be another boring night for Josh. There were all sorts of wonderful things that a person could do on a Friday night. There were parties to attend, and bars to inhabit, and clubs to enjoy, but none of these places were reasonably available to Josh. He had no social life. With no friends he had no reason to go out, and with no reason to go out he had another boring night at home ahead of him. He lived with his older sister Ann in a cramped two-bedroom apartment in the city. Like Josh, Ann was also somewhat of a social outcast. Though she did have some friends she could occasionally meet or invite over, tonight Ann was also going to be boring in the apartment. "Do you think there are any good movies on tonight?" he asked. He flopped onto the three-person couch in the middle of the multipurpose room. He heard Ann's bedroom door open to his right. He watched Ann step out and make her way over to the couch. She was wearing plain gray sweatpants and her college-branded sweatshirt. "I don't know. Let's take a look," she replied. She flopped onto the couch at the opposite end, and picked-up the remote to turn on the TV. She stopped at an old black and white monster movie. "I guess we could watch this," she said. "Yeah, well at least it's exciting," said Josh. A half-hour of lounging later, and Ann was asleep. Josh looked over at his older sister. She looked so peaceful all curled-up into her corner of the couch. Her peacefulness could probably be attributed to the fact that her dream was in contrast to lonely, sad reality they lived. He wondered how long they were going to live like this. Two lonely people in the city, making just enough money at their jobs to live on, with no other real connections in their life. Just as he let out a deep sigh there came a knock at their door. Ann's eyes snapped open. "Ann, were you expecting someone?" asked Josh. Ann didn't respond. She smiled a big smile, and let out a little giggle. Still smiling, Ann got up, did a happy little dance, and ran towards the door. Josh couldn't understand it, it was like she was still in her dream. "Little Ann?" came a voice from the door. It was a woman's voice. Ann opened the door to greet the woman, but she obscured Josh's view of what this woman looked like. "Hiiii!" responded Ann in a chipper little voice. She gave the woman a massive bear hug. Finally, Ann moved out of the way, and Josh got a full view of the woman. His jaw dropped. She was nearly six feet tall, and had her jet-black hair in a pixie cut. And she was unbelievably sexy. She looked like a Barbie doll with her large breasts and ass, and well-toned body. She was wearing a little black dress that did nothing to conceal her amazing breasts. The tightness of the dress only helped to make her cleavage look like it bursting out. There was also this scent emanating from her. It was like body odor, but for some reason it smelled really good. Was it a new kind of perfume? Then things took an unexpected turn. His sister started to make-out intensely with this woman. Josh nearly jumped out of the couch in shock. More so than the fact that unbeknownst to him his sister was a lesbian, Josh could not believe that these two were just going at it right in front of him! "Excuse me," said Josh loudly. He started to get up off the couch to give this woman a piece of his mind. The woman gripped Ann and pulled her away. "Relax. My name is Sylvia," said the woman. Josh walked over to them. Maybe because she had now formally introduced herself, he no longer felt shocked. He was still a little confused. "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting Ann to have someone over tonight," he said. "That's quite alright. Actually, I don't think Ann knew I was coming over either, but I was in the neighborhood and I just decided I would stop by," said Sylvia. "Momma!" Ann squealed, and began to nuzzle her shoulder. Josh looked at his sister and furrowed his brow. Something was very weird here. Sylvia also looked at Ann, and smiled. "Yes, yes, your mommy is here for you now," she said. Ann shoved her hands down her pants and started to make rubbing motions. "Yes. Good baby. Mommy missed you very much. You're such a filthy, sexy baby," said Sylvia in a very motherly way. Ann moaned slightly. The rubbing motion in her pants became more intense. "I missed you too, momma," she said, and let out a little girly giggle. She then began rubbing her free hand on the crotch area of Sylvia's dress. Sylvia smiled a mischievous smile. "I see someone is very playful today," she said. Josh could see two wet spots begin to form at the nipple area of her dress. The smell became much more intense to the point where it made Josh a little dizzy just to breathe in. What was that scent? The woman grabbed Ann's arms and lifted them up. She looked down at Ann. "Okay, I think it's feeding time, then we can play some more," she said. "Yay!" Ann squealed, and clapped her hands excitedly. Sylvia gently pulled down one strap of her dress, then pulled her arm out of it. The side of the dress lightly fell away, exposing her large breast. Beads of milk were forming on the large areola, and then dripping to the ground. Ann grabbed the large globe of tit flesh in her hands and guided the nipple to her mouth. She bent over slightly, and closed her hungry lips around the wet nipple. Then she began to gently suckle. Sylvia let out a small moan. Now the scent was so strong that it was starting to make Josh feel a little funny. He should have been shocked at the scene before him. His older sister, a woman whom he always tried to protect and make sure she wasn't getting into anything too dangerous, was breastfeeding from an amazon woman. Josh should have been questioning the both of them on this gross misappropriation of PDA, but he could only stand and stare as he watched Ann's throat make swallowing motions. While watching he started to feel thirsty and licked his lips. "Are you thirsty, baby?" asked Sylvia. Unbeknownst to Josh, she had freed her self from the other strap of her dress leaving her right breast exposed as well. She was looking at Josh maternally with a hint of deviousness. Finally, Josh fought against the heady, intoxicating scent. He shook his head to clear his mind, and looked Sylvia directly in the eyes. "I don't know what kind of game is going on here, but I don't like it. Please leave," he said calmly. "Why would I leave? Playtime hasn't even started yet," she replied. Upon hearing this, Ann dropped Sylvia's breast, and began to clap delightedly. "Playtime! Playtime!" she squealed. "You see, your sister seems to want me here very badly," said Sylvia. "I would like you to leave," repeated Josh. Ann looked over at Josh and made a frowny face, then she looked up at Sylvia. "Aww, I don't want you to leave, momma. Why is Joshy being such a meanie?" she asked. "Nothing to worry, sweetie. I'll make sure your little brother can't ask me to leave," she said, and shot a quick evil glance at Josh. He was about to protest her claim, but then he had what felt like a sharp pain in his head. He tried to make his protest, but he couldn't get the words out, only able to issue a small gasping sound. He tried again with no luck. "What did you do?" he asked. "Joshy, was it? Don't worry about it," she turned to face Ann, "and now, my little sweetheart. It's time for some fun!" Sylvia scanned the room, and her eyes lit up when she saw the monster movie still playing on the TV. "So, I see you want entertainment. Well, then, Ann, for playtime we will have you as our extra special star for the entertainment of your little brother and I!" Sylvia said. "Yay!" Ann said as she jumped up and down. Sylvia put her hand on Ann's shoulder reassuringly. "So why don't you go over there in front of the TV, and when I say go, you start finger fucking yourself," she said pointing to the spot in front of the television. Ann walked over to the TV, and stood with her hands at her sides. Josh was horrified. He wanted to help his sister. He was about to stand between Ann and this horrible woman in some vain attempt to stop things, but before he could dash across the room, Sylvia grabbed him firmly by the forearm. "Sit on the couch," she ordered, and let go. Josh wanted to refuse, but the spell took hold of him, and he made his way over to the couch and sat down. Sylvia, with dress half removed, and tits dribbling milk, followed after him. She sat down beside him in the middle of the couch, and faced forward. "You may begin, Ann," she said. In response Ann hooked her thumbs into her sweatpants. "Ladies, and gentlemen, boys, and girls, welcome to the show," called Ann. She dropped her panties and sweatpants down to her knees in one swift motion, and then immediately started working two fingers into her pussy. Sylvia looked over to Josh. His head was turned away, and his teeth were gritted in disgust. "Lie back," she said. He winced in pain as he tried to fight the spell taking command over his brain, but it was no use. He lay back on the couch with his back over Sylvia's knees. Anne was still standing and fingering herself. Sylvia looked down at Josh, and gestured to Anne. "See how nice it is to be my child? No cares, no worries, just easy pleasure," she said. She propped up Josh's head with her arms. He was mere inches away from her enormous leaking breast. The intoxicating aroma was so intense now it was driving him crazy. He wanted to fight her magic with every fiber of his being, but the scent made part of him want to just latch his mouth on to her nipple, and accept the warm milk of his new mother. Josh tensed, shut his eyes tight, and tried to push himself away from her nipples. "Why are you doing this?" he asked through clenched teeth. Sylvia undid the belt around his crotch. She looked down at him and smiled. "Because your mother loves you," she said in a soothing voice. In the middle of the room, Anne continued to stand and masturbate with complete absorption. She was unaware of the conflict taking place mere feet before her. Instead only caring about the pleasure that came from thrusting her finger in and out of her hot sex. "Sweetie, stop fingering yourself; mommy needs your help with something," said Sylvia in a very sweet voice; immediately, Anne pulled her left index finger out of her snatch, and then brought her hands to her side. She looked at Sylvia with a happy expression. "Aww, you're such a sweetheart," said Sylvia with a slightly evil smile, "now it would be a huuuuge help to mommy if you came over here and gave your brother a blowjob. Can you do that for mommy? Pleaaasee?" Anne giggled, walked over to the couch, and knelt down to Josh's unbuckled pants. Without hesitation she unbuttoned and unzipped the fly. She reached into the crotch opening, and pulled out his soft penis. Josh could feel all this happening, but he kept his eyes shut as tight as he could. The scent of Sylvia's breastmilk may have made it very hard for Josh to focus, but the very thought of his biological sister performing a sex act on him made him feel nothing but complete revulsion. He nearly gagged as he felt his sister's mouth close around his member. Anne started to suck, but Josh's penis stayed without erection. She looked around in doe-eyed confusion. Finally, she looked up at Sylvia. "Is this right, mommy?" she asked between the soft penis in her mouth. Sylvia looked at Anne with love. She gently petted her auburn hair with her free hand. "Of course it is, sweetheart. Your brother just forgot that your blowjobs always make him orgasm hard," she said. Josh immediately began to feel the effects of the spell take place. His penis became erect in his sister's mouth, and Ann automatically began to throat it. If Josh were paying attention he would have noticed Sylvia taking her hand under her breast, and her fingers beginning to become slick with her breastmilk; however, the only thing on Josh's mind was the fact that he felt like he was going to explode trying to suppress this incredible climax building inside his penis. Try as he might, he could not fight the sensation, and within a moment he gave in. He felt the orgasm, and the cum explode out of his dick. He opened his mouth as he was cumming. Before he realized his mistake it was already too late. He tried to shut his mouth, but Sylvia's milk-soaked fingers had already made there way in, and he closed his lips around them. The sweet milk began to alter his mind. For the split-second he had left of free will he looked up at Sylvia with an expression of pure fear. She looked down at him with an evil, twisted grin. He opened his mouth to yell, but all of a sudden he felt very funny. A need suddenly coursed through him like the intensity of a strike of lightning. His eyes focused the milk pouring from her boob. He remembered that her breastmilk was the most important thing in the world to him, and all that he would ever want or need. He closed his eyes, sat up, and grabbed her round soft flesh in his hands. He latched onto her nipple and started to suckle. He gripped his hand around her mammoth breast and began to squeeze to try and get more milk out. His mind was on fire. Part of him was making one final plea to stop, and try to fight, but the milk was taking it's effect now. It wiped over his entire memory; reworking his utter revulsion and fear toward this woman as a newfound maternal love. This was his mother. Josh loved his mother, and her warm yummy milk. "Good baby," Sylvia cooed. She petted his hair gently. She looked down and smiled at the man happily taking in the milk that had just completely erased his past memory, and would now change his life. "There you go. I just want you to feel warm and happy," she said with a smile. Josh really did feel warm and happy. His momma put her arm around him, and leaned to her side. This let Josh lie back and be a little more comfortable. He wanted to stay here happily sucking the milk from her tits. Her milk was so warm, and it really did make him happy. He thought about how he loved her soft nipple, and the warm yummy milk that was flowing from her happiness. "Forget. Just forget, sweetheart," she said. He wanted to forget. He wanted to forget everything and just lay here drinking his mommy's warm yummy milk. Forever. Another Boring Train Ride I was bored to tears as I looked out the window of the Amtrak car, seeing the Hudson River alongside for the hundredth time. I read and reread my magazine, and finally fell into a nice dreamy state. I pulled my coat over my lap and started to feel my body relax. As the train jogged this way and that way, my body fell into a rhythm that caused my thighs to press together, then release, with each movement. Because I was wearing thigh-high stockings, I felt the tops of my thighs touch, and the lower part of them slide, stocking over stocking. I kept my eyes closed, as I put one arm across my body, over my coat. My other arm was also across my body, but underneath the coat, and I let my hand drift over my thin blouse, and slide inside of it, feeling my breasts through the silk, my nipples stiffening, and a thrill running through my body. My hand seemed to go naturally to the warm place between my legs. As my finger stroked along the soft fabric of my panties, I found them damp and very hot. My finger slid along my slit easily, and I let it rest there, feeling my pussy move around my finger as the train continued to jog along. I added a little pressure, and my slippery finger went deeper between my lips. I let my finger slide into my hot hole, and slowly dragged it out and pushed it back in, my muscles contracting and releasing it rhythmically. Involuntarily, my hips started to move in slow circular movements, and I pushed my finger deeper inside. I felt the muscles of my pussy getting tight and squeezing my finger, and I started to cum, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out. I started to slow my movements, and with my head still back against the seat, I let my body relax, and pulled my fingers from my wet hole. I let my hand rest there covering my steaming pussy. Since my eyes remained closed the whole time I was so occupied, I never saw anyone sit next to me. I was far too engrossed in what I was doing to feel the movement of the seat, or the heat of another person near me. Suddenly, a large hand enveloped my hand, and pushed it away, and started to feel around my pussy roughly, fingers going all over, pushing between my lips and into my slippery hole. They felt thick, and it hurt a little when two entered me at once. I felt his breath on my face, his mouth was close to my ear. It was hot and smelled like mint and bourbon, and had an undertone of cigarette smoke to it. His breath was an aphrodisiac to me, coupled with the big, rough hand that he was stroking me with. He kept rubbing my clit with his thumb, going over it and making it stiff so he could circle it again and again, driving me crazy. His other fingers were busy spreading my wet lips wide so one finger could drive into my wet pussy while the other stroked over my asshole, not going inside, but over it and around it. I was squirming all over the seat, trying to get more of his fingers into me. I didn't open my eyes as he lifted me very swiftly, and slid into the seat under me, settling me on his lap, and pulling my coat into place over my thighs again. I felt a very large, hard cock under me, settling in between my ass cheeks. His mouth went to my neck, and he sucked on it and kissed it with passion, and his hands roamed over my chest, caressing my soft, full breasts. He was surprisingly tender with them, his fingertips moving over my large, sensitive nipples, making them grow hard and high. I moved my body to get the most contact from him, grinding my ass against his hips, feeling almost lifted as his big cock jumped in his pants. It was hot and moist between us, my pussy still dripping, and I reached back as he continued to stroke my tits, and opened his pants, feeling for the slit in his boxers or briefs. To my delight, his raging cock sprang out and slapped my ass, as he wore no undergarments to get in the way. I lifted my hips to pull my skirt up, and felt him slide my panties aside, and start rubbing his dick between my pussy lips. I felt it pushing me wide apart, and the base of it was spreading my ass cheeks, letting my asshole get rubbed by it too. As the bursting head of his cock was ground against my clit, I felt hot precum ooze out onto me. It made him slide even more easily, and I raised up a little, and captured the gigantic, wet head with my hole. I was balanced on the tip of it, making my hole contract around it to tightly envelop his thick cock, and he grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me down, until I was stuffed full of his huge dick. His hands moved down to my thighs and pulled them upward, so that I was spread wide and he could control my movements. He pulled my legs as high up as was not too obvious and open as wide as the seat would allow, and shifted his body down so I was almost lying on top of him. He pumped me hard, stroking me long and deep. I had no choice but to lie there and be taken, but I struggled to keep from moaning out loud as this stranger plunged into me again and again. Suddenly, I was lifted high up by my hips, and almost sat on my lover's chest. He held my legs high and wide apart, and I felt him sit up slowly, his cockhead sliding in between my ass cheeks, and rubbing my tiny hole. He kept rubbing it back and forth and groaned as a stream of precum sprayed out of his dick, making my asshole very wet. I felt the head of his cock press harder, and he held me tightly by my ass cheeks, fingers digging into my asshole. I felt his hips jerk upward, and felt a splitting pain as the fat cockhead rammed into my tiny anus. I felt his teeth on my neck, and the wide shaft of his dick slide up into me. It was burning hot, relentlessly pushing inside me, and he pulled me up until I was almost off it and let me slide back down on it fast, bucking under me at the same time, and I felt a burst of air come from his mouth, as the first spurt of his boiling cum filled my asshole, and I felt it squish around him as he plunged upward hard, holding me tightly pressed into his lap. He stayed inside me until I squirmed to get up. He slipped out from under me and into the other seat again, and I heard him rustle around a bit. I kept my eyes closed, and let my head fall back against the seat, and pulled the coat up to cover my legs, and rested back again, worn out. I felt the coat on my lap move, and felt his head move between my legs and at once I felt his warm tongue slowly licking along my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth, then swirled his tongue around it and moved up and down between my puffy, swollen pussy lips. He pulled my body forward so my ass was almost off the seat, and crept close on his knees, and pressed the thick head of his cock against my slit. I opened my thighs wider, and felt him push into me slowly, as he started to kiss my mouth. I rolled my head back and pressed my wet pussy against his body, and he responded by grinding harder into me, giving me the whole length of throbbing dick, then stroking me with long, slow strokes. My wet pussy lips were sucking around the base of his cock, and he was moaning against my throat as he stayed deep inside me, moving back and forth slightly, letting the suction build before pulling out a little more and pushing back in with great force. We slid back and forth on the edge of the seat, locked together, and I felt his hands roaming around my chest, stroking and squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples roughly. Then his tongue followed, and he rolled my hard nipples around with his tongue, and he sucked them gently into his mouth. I started to cum violently, barely mindful that I couldn't cry out loud. I felt him stiffen and stop moving as my pussy clenched, and pulsed, a stream of juice gushing out around him, wetting us both. He pushed me back, and his cock popped out of me with a loud, sucking sound. He pulled my head down, and I let him push into my mouth, tasting my pussy juice, my tongue sliding around him as I sucked him with fast, deep slurps. His body was tight as a wire, and his cock was so thick that it stretched my lips almost to tearing. I felt the surge from his balls, as they tightened up, and the tube of his shaft expand as the cum rushed up it. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter as he pushed my head down, and exploded in my throat. I barely tasted the hot spurts that coated the back of my mouth and throat, as he moved my head around and back and forth, cum still pouring from his bursting dick. He held me to him, pressed against his stomach, his softening cock against my cheek, murmuring sweet words of how lovely that was. I heard a few movements, and then felt that I was alone again. I settled back in my seat, never having opened my eyes, and smiled to myself. So much for boring train rides. Another Brief Encounter Rocco went into the hotel bar. He hadn't been in this particular hotel before, but it was a four star rating, and the cocktail bar was well furnished. Being early afternoon, however, there were very few people in. The lunch-time drinkers were back at work. But the one he was looking for certainly wasn't here. He had another good look round, but no - Daphne wasn't here. Ah well, maybe she'd be a bit late. He glanced at his watch. Spot on 2.30. She might have had cold feet. Anyway, he'd wait a while in case she turned up. Pity. And he was getting nicely sexed up in anticipation - that pic she had sent him of her vulva, inner labia thrusting out from the confines of the outer lips, was terrific. Where the hell was Daphne? Daphne - not her real name he supposed - was a writer whom he'd met on the internet. Having read a few of her submissions, Rocco decided she was a highly sexed woman with a vivid imagination. He got in touch with her, and to his delight, she replied to him. And their subsequent exchange of email got more explicit, until he was persuaded to send her a pic of his cock. Now, Rocco was very proud of his penis. And he had every right to be. A thick eight-inch specimen, with a very pronounced rim to the head, was most attractive to the women. He exercised it whenever the opportunity arose with a willing lady, which was fairly frequently. But when there were no partners around, he masturbated with enthusiasm, watching his sperm shooting from the eye of his cock onto his belly, in large splashes of starchy pools. It gave him much satisfaction to see it, and it was a photo of such an event that he sent to Daphne, hoping it would impress her. And impress her it did! So much so, that Daphne took a few pics of her own genitals. She'd never done this before, although many of the shots were not really up to her usual standard, she did manage to select one or two decent ones of her close-up pussy, her juices clearly visible, to email to Rocco. The sight of her oozing genitals, gave him an instant erection. He could not resist the urge to release his stiff cock from his shorts to masturbate as he gazed on those luscious labia. The sperm soon spurted over his loins! He sent her a message to tell her what the effect of her pic was and suggested that they meet up so that she could taste the delights of his monstrous cock. Daphne was mesmerised by this wonderful penis - dying to get it into her mouth - though she doubted that was possible. Still, she was sure she would be able to accommodate it in her vagina. And thought it would be fun trying. But she would play hard to get for a while. She didn't want to seem too keen. Besides, it could backfire. Converting email sex to real-life sex wasn't always a good idea! Eventually she sent him a portrait, and said she'd meet him ion the cocktail bar of The Royal the following Thursday afternoon at 2.30. Rocco was, of course, over the moon. He booked himself a room and travelled down from London to spend the day in her home town of Leicester. As the morning wore on, he got more sexed up thinking about those luscious labia. Very soon he would be able to take them between his lips and nibble them. Wonderful! Then he would split them open with his cock before ramming her deep and hard with all eight inches. She cry out with lust - they usually did! But she wasn't there! Oh fuck! He got himself a glass of wine whilst he waited. A lady at a table on her own was watching Rocco, until she spoke quietly to him. 'Been stood up?' 'We-ell! It's beginning to look that way.' He looked the lady over. She was probably in her early fifties, he thought. But very smartly dressed, with well groomed platinum-blonde hair, an attractive face with smallish nose and large eyes. At the moment she was smiling pleasantly at him. 'Well, you can join me for a drink if you wish. I'm not waiting for anyone else. I'm Mash by the way.' 'Thanks. I'm Rocco.' Rocco ordered two more glasses of wine, but the lady called over to the waiter. 'Make that a bottle, John.' Rocco raised his eyebrows. 'Are you a local, then?' He was studying her figure. Well built, with a large bust it seemed. He wondered if she fucked. Well, nearly all women do, but... would she fuck with him? No... she looked far too sophisticated and elegant for a casual screw. 'Yes. I have a studio flat near by. I'm a fashion photographer. I've just ended a commission - so, having a quiet drink to celebrate.' 'Ah, what sort of photography?' 'Fashion - some classy nude stuff as well.' 'Sounds interesting.' 'Come and take a look when we've finished the wine if you're up to it.' And so it was that Rocco found himself unexpectedly with a well-groomed lady, rather older than his usual preference, but still... his internet date hadn't appeared, so no point in wasting the journey. Rocco was interested in photography as an amateur, particularly in taking snaps of his very handsome penis at full stretch. But he didn't tell his friend that! They chatted about photography over the remains of the bottle of wine, before they stood to leave. This as the first time that Rocco had seen the lady properly, and - yes! - she had a large figure with an ample waist and wide hips. Well, they can't all be a young size 10 with blonde shimmering hair, he thought. It takes all sorts... At the studio flat, expensively though simply furnished, Masha took Rocco's jacket, hanging it over the back of a chair, before removing her own coat. Beneath it she was wearing a wrap-over white blouse and flared skirt. Rocco saw the uplift bra holding the ample breasts of this rather attractive lady. Masha handed Rocco a portfolio of nudes, whilst she opened bottle of Neuf du Pape 2001. He was awestruck as he sat on the settee, leafing through the portfolio of nudes - women and men. His attention was particularly drawn to a set of nudes of a very heavily pregnant woman! She was gorgeous! And he looked with envy at the camera equipment. He took the glass of vintage wine from her and sipped it. 'Now,' Masha said, switching on the screen as she sat herself beside him. A few clicks and a slide show of images began to flick across the screen at 5 second intervals. 'Here are a few private shots of some of the girls, though I do get commissions from a few of the hairy galleries.' Rocco's eyes were wide open! 'And look at these chaps,' she added as some naked studs appeared sporting strong erections. Masha glanced down at Rocco's lap. Yes, there was the tell tale bulge. He was getting the message. He'd be ready for her proposition. 'How would you like me to take some of you?' she asked with a smile, placing her palm over the bulge in his lap and gently pressing the hardness. Rocco turned to smile at her. 'Why not? And what about you?' 'Oh, there are plenty of me already. Another click of the remote changed the folder on the screen, now showing a close up of a blonde hairy vulva, inner plump labia thrusting their way our of the confines of the vulva between open, stocky cream thighs. Rocco watched as the images changed, showing the model bending over, her buttocks pulled apart to reveal the puckered rear entrance above the large vulva, with its dilated vagina oozing its starchy juices. Masha leaned over to unbutton and remove Rocco's shirt. 'Come on big boy. Let's get those trousers off and get down to business.' Rocco stood, unclasped his waist-band, unzipped the fly and allowed the trousers to shutter to the ground before stepping out of them. Mash folded them before placing them over the chair with his jacket, whilst Rocco peeled off his underwear. He was standing in his socks and shoes, with his circumcised penis thrust out before him. Not fully erect, but still an impressive sight for Masha. 'Wow,' she remarked, 'that's pretty big. And what a helmet.' She thought she'd like to take it in her mouth, but it looked rather too big for her. Instead, she picked up a camera and started to take shots of the penis, as it continued to grow until it stood at a forty-five degree angle to his belly - all eight inches of it. The rim of the helmet was really pronounced, with a bead of liquid already forming at its tip. As she clicked away, her juices flowed freely at the thought of sinking that monster deep into her vagina. 'Sod this' Masha muttered, laying down the camera and unfastening her blouse. Shrugging it from her shoulders, she unclasped the fastening of her bra., lowering it in the palms of her hands to allow the large orbs to settle onto her rib-cage. Rocco's eyes were glued to the expansive areola, tipped with dark nipples, like thimbles. Falling to his knees in front of her, Rocco quickly unbuckled her skirt, unhooking the side fastenings, allowing it to drop round her ankles. Her peach knickers had side bows, which were easily opened, allowing him to remove them. Her generous loins were open to view - the moderate covering of pubic hair over the pelvis, the clitoris peeking from its hood beneath the central tuft. Although she had seen many naked cocks in her professional capacity, it was some months since Masha had been actually screwed. And that was now her only thought. Oh, yes, she'd like some oral, but to hell with it. A good hard fuck is what she wanted right now. She pushed Rocco to the ground and straddled him. Her vagina had a capacity not many cocks were able to fill fully. This one was made for her! Throwing her leg across Rocco's lap, she kneeled over him, positioning her eager vulva over the oversized head of the cock, peeled the labia apart with finger and thumb, and slowly impaled herself, sighing with complete fulfilment as the monster pushed apart the wet, fleshy vagina. Her juices were running freely. She had almost forgotten what supreme joy it gave her to have a cock filling the crevice nature had designed for it. Slowly. Gradually filling her vagina. It was bliss. Fully embedded, she remained sitting with the cock resting in the fleshy container made for it, her ample buttocks resting on Rocco's thighs, relishing the ecstasy. It was a cock designed to fill her. There weren't many that had been able to do that. 'Mmmm! Wonderful,' she muttered. 'You have such a lovely body. Smooth and marvellous.' She became conscious of Rocco's hands cupping her breasts. As Masha sank his cock into her, squeezing her inner muscles, he weighed her full breasts in the palm of each hand, massaging and kneading them. The nipples were full and hard. Her heart was thumping hard. 'Beautiful breasts. So soft and firm. You are a gorgeous creature, Masha,' he whispered. 'You have a lovely body, made for shagging.' Masha wallowed in the attention. She slowly rose and fell on the cock, concentrating on each little flicker of sensation from within her sensitive vagina. Her muscles flexed, exploring the contours of the intruder, fuelling the delicious tensions stirring inside her loins. She rocked up and again, now in a continuous movement, lifting herself to the very tip of the shaft and sinking to its fullest depth. 'Oh, yes! Yes!' she moaned quietly. 'This is unbelievable! Your cock is absolutely made for my vagina.' Eyes closed, her mouth set in concentrated grimace, Masha eased her loins up and down on Rocco, increasing the pace of the rhythm little by little, focusing her mind on the growing turmoil throughout her nervous system. Weak muscular spasms jolted her limbs. Tension mounted in her legs and thighs. He breathing became unsteady. The spasms got stronger. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' By leaning over Rocco, Masha had presented her breasts close to his face. He latched his lips first onto one stiff nipple for a prolonged suckle, then the other, his hands grasping the rising and falling heavy buttocks. The moment of penetration had given Rocco that supreme feeling of elation he always had when his cock first penetrated a woman's vagina. Masha's was surprisingly accommodating, and well lubricated, tucked away in those plump outer labia. A large vagina giving a wonderful fit, the muscles clenching on his shaft, which he knew would soon raise him to near ejaculation if he wasn't careful. 'That's fantastic,' he assured her, his fingers of one hand now dabbling with the rim of her rear passage and the other fingering the labia. She was very wet with her oozing juices. He started to jerk his loins in rhythm to hers, lengthening the stroke with each thrust, relishing the supreme feeling of delight in his cock as it slid back and forth in her wonderful vagina. Masha was now panting and writhing with a growing tautness in her muscles. The whole of her loins were shaking with a craving for relief. Her trembling legs were straining to reach that wonderful moment when the tension snaps. It was blissful agony. She desperately wanted her orgasm, yet wanted the sensation racking her body to last forever. It was sheer ecstasy for her. She was whimpering and moaning. Snatching at her breath. Bouncing furiously on Rocco's cock. She was out of control! 'Oh, my God! Oh, yes! Let me come! Please make me come!' In desperation, she pushed her hand between their bodies, and with stiffened fingers, frantically grappled at her clitoris, seeking the final thrill of orgasm. But it wouldn't come! It hovered on the brink, driving her to distraction. Her fingers got more and more frenzied in their action. The delightful agony was unbelievable! 'Oh fuck me hard darling! Hard! I'm coming! Coming! Oh shit!' These were words not usually heard from her lips, but when Rocco pushed his middle finger deep into her anus... that was it! It triggered the orgasm. Masha's body jerked violently. Her whole body shook and trembled. Huge spasms, one after another, shuddered her loins and thighs. It seemed to go on forever! Masha gave a long silent scream. But it was more than Rocco could withstand. As Masha stabbed onto his cock, her body thrashing around, the spring within him tightened from his toes. Contractions rippled up his legs and into his thighs. Muscles tightened. A powerful convulsion slammed his loins. His cock exploded with an almighty jerk, spurting the contents into the deepest reaches of Masha's vagina. Masha collapsed onto Rocco's body, exhausted and relieved. Her body positively glowed with pleasure. It was far, far better than she had expected. It was heavenly. 'I didn't have the chance to withdraw, darling' he whispered. 'Sorry!' 'Never mind' she said. 'I'm safe. Did you enjoy screwing a more mature female? A bit older than your usual screw?' 'Gosh, yes! But you were great!' As they lay together recovering, Masha said that she had something she wanted to say to him. 'I have a confession to make. I hope you're not cross with me. But I think I should tell you that I am really Daphne. The girl you were waiting for.' 'But... ' Rocco spluttered. 'The pic I sent you was of my niece, I'm afraid. She's rather younger than me. I thought you might be put off if...' Rocco started to laugh. 'You cheat!' he cried as he rolled on top of her. Daphne, or Masha, lifted her thick thighs as high as she could, parting them wide, allowing his still erect eight inch cock, searching for her vagina, to sink its whole length deep into her. They fucked another hour at least. Another Brief Encounter A small crowd had collected at the far end of the platform & this gathering of people seemed to be drawing Hector towards it. He was there to hopefully see a brand new steam engine, the first one to be built in the UK for decades. Childhood passions never leave some men & Hector was no exception. Hector's passions, now he'd reached his late fifties, were more inclined to be female oriented, even though he was happily married, but machines still rated highly in his ordered, cultured mind. And anyway, a bit of train spotting was a good way to kill time between appointments. He walked along the platform, noticing the effort the railway enthusiasts had put in to make the station a replica of times past. Hector knew the owners of the railway made serious amounts of money by allowing films to be made on their premises. The arrival of the new express locomotive, that had drawn the crowd & Hector that afternoon, would soon have the film makers scurrying for appointments with the management, for permission to film, he thought. Hector caught up with the people standing close to where the locomotive would come to a halt. He looked round & quickly took in the mixed view before him. His eyes lingered on a woman who seemed to stand out from the rest. Exactly why she held his gaze wasn't immediately obvious, particularly as he could only see her from the back, & only as far down as her waist, because a loaded Post Office barrow blocked his view. As Hector got closer to her, he could see that the clothes she had on, although a retro style, didn't come via an Internet purchase. The fit, the cut of the cloth gave it away. Hector noticed things, he had an eye for good taste, he knew good tailoring when he saw it, it was in his blood. His paternal grandfather had been a master tailor & some of Frank's genes must be in him. Never knowing whether he was a legs or breast man didn't really bother him, Hector was happy to look at either as long as it met his exacting criteria. Although the collection of people near the platform end was quite dense, he managed to position himself so that at last he got a full length view. What he saw almost took his breath away. Here was this attractive dark haired lady looking as if she was about to go on set & act in a scene from Brief Encounter. Hector began at her waist, following her pencil slim skirt, which hugged her well proportioned hips, to its hem just below her knees. He then found as a guide -- as if he needed one, the prominent seam on her skin-coloured stockings. Women of this period in history had always fascinated him & it looked as if this woman, though neither she nor Hector knew it at the time, was destined to bring the 40's back to life for both of them. Her smart, black, court shoes, with enough of a heel to show off her well-formed ankles and calf muscles, completed the vision in front of him, & he hadn't yet seen her face. This woman interested him...a lot. Hector's mind began to race, what about her underwear? Was this woman wearing retro everything? He found himself silently saying stop, turn away, walk back along the platform in the direction the train will come from. He was thinking these thoughts, but that did not stop him walking closer to where this 1940's dream figure was standing. If anything could set his pulse racing, it was this. And he wanted to see more. Gently & politely Hector managed to position himself exactly behind her. It was only then that he became aware that most of the onlookers were dressed in retro styles, some more authentic than others. And when he looked more closely he realized that hardly any of them, men, women or children really looked as if they were interested in trains. What Hector didn't know was that they had all been chosen as extras for a film & that this was their first dress rehearsal, but without the cameras. Hector's assumption that her clothes were expensive was correct. He knew then that her underwear would be of a similar quality. Whether her wardrobe contained 40's style lingerie & corsetry, Hector was still to discover. Was she wearing any of it today...Hector could only hope that the answer was yes. He was tempted to brush a small piece of fluff from her shoulder, just to make contact with her body, but doing so may alarm her, & what excuse could he give for such an intrusion? Anyway, Hector was a thinker, & doing something like that was not his style. Hector really needed to look at this woman's face. But, how could he? He could hardly barge through the crowd, stand on the edge of the platform, & turn to look directly at her. He consoled himself wonderfully by breathing in the subtlety of her perfume which drifted passed him in waves caught on the breeze. Some perfumes did nothing for his olfactory nervous system. This one was quality. He was pleased she'd chosen well, or, perhaps her lover had. A woman such as this, who exudes a special kind of sensuality that few men would pick up, just has to have a lover he thought. She may well be married but that alone would not prevent her dalliance given the right circumstances. Hector began to think back to his one & only affair, one that really should not have happened... When Hector was nineteen, he fell in love with a French girl, a year older, who came to England to study English literature with his bi-lingual father who lectured in languages at the college in the city. Staying with Hector's family for a month at a time, for several summers, enabled the chemistry between them to work. It was, for both of them, a love affair that was to end in tears, however, while it lasted they enjoyed it to the full. Frequent visits to Anais in Paris put the finishing touches to Hector's French education, in more ways than one. Only about ten minutes had passed since Hector arrived at the station. But it seemed to him that the scene before him was being played out in slow motion. Suddenly it all changed with the arrival of the train at the far end of platform two. Slowly, this huge, hissing, clanking, grey monster pulled its heavy load of coaches along the platform & gradually came to a halt alongside the gathering of would-be film stars. Just a split second after it came to rest, a violent, loud plume of brilliant white steam came from beneath the locomotive, enveloping everyone standing near, startling them all, & causing a quick shuffle back from the platform edge. No one was prepared for this except Hector, who stood his ground. He had been a train spotter in his youth & knew full well that footplate men pulled levers in their cabs accidentally on purpose to scare the train spotters. What happened next, nevertheless, took him by surprise. He found himself holding the lady he had been paying attention to by the hips to steady her & prevent her from falling. This reflex action allowed him to be in intimate contact with her body that a few seconds before was beyond his wildest dreams! She turned her head & gave him the most wonderful thank you that he'd ever heard. The smile that came afterwards was just the icing on the cake. Hector, taken aback by her immediate & warm response still hadn't let go of her hips, but suddenly realized & took his hands away. But not before he'd gently stroked both her thighs in a quest to discover what, if anything, was holding up her stockings. She then turned to face him & proceeded to apologize, in a soft hard to place accent, about nearly crushing his feet with the heels of her shoes. Whilst saying this, she touched his arm with her left hand & pulled slightly back, as if to get a better look at him. Hector felt as if he'd been transported to another world. What brings a heavenly creature such as this to an enthusiast's railway station in the provinces? He knew a conversation was about to begin, but was not at all confident in his ability to reply in an intelligent way. This was the effect this person was having on him. Hector need not have worried because a quick stream of connected words issued forth from the most delicious, kissable, suckable lips he'd been close to for ages. Her eyes, a green, blue mixture, felt as though they were boring into his subconsciousness. This worried & yet excited him in equal amounts. Soon he was to learn that she lived in London, near Cheyne Walk, that would explain the posh clothes he thought, & that her son was the engine driver. When she said her name was Eloise, in an accent that Hector thought had a mid-European origin, it was almost his turn to hold on to her again. He did in fact lightly place his hand on her arm, in way, to prove that she was not an apparition. He felt at that moment that he'd connected with this woman & she with him. Then, suddenly, Eloise turned, mumbled something that Hector did not hear because the locomotive released some more steam just as she spoke. By the time it had cleared, all he could see of this enigmatic woman was a sideways view of her slipping through the assembly of passengers, obviously with a purpose in mind. Crest fallen, Hector nevertheless reflected on his good fortune so far. There was an attraction between them, & he thought they both knew it. Her figure, which Hector had unobtrusively studied, was his sort of figure. Not fat, not thin but obviously, flesh was deposited in all the right places. He knew which thoughts were about to surface & tried his hardest to put them out of his mind. Legs, adorned with old fashioned stockings, naked thighs above where the stockings finished...he was almost going into a trance when he felt a hand on his. Eloise had returned & standing very close to him indeed, pressed something into the palm of his hand. Then she was gone, as quickly as she'd returned. He watched as Eloise walked towards the ladies' room, a little way along the platform & closed the door behind her. Quickly, Hector's attention turned to the small paper parcel scrunched up in his hand. His curiosity almost got the better of him there & then, but, he thought better of it & walked along the platform to the empty bench under the clock. He slowly unraveled the paper, his pulse racing, not knowing what he was about to find. He could feel what he thought was a strip of elastic, similar to that made into men's braces, but did not rush his investigation for fear of ripping the now damp paper. When what was obviously a detachable suspender, which had been removed from a corset, Eloise's corset, dropped into his lap, the mystery deepened & his pulse rate went off the dial. He read what she had hurriedly written. And then read it again. Eloise gave him, in no uncertain terms, an instruction to buy a return ticket on the last train of the day, & mention specifically to the booking clerk that he required a pass to the observation coach, at the rear of the train. Hector could not believe what was happening to him. He took several deep breaths, in an attempt to calm himself. This breathing therapy had always worked in the past, but it didn't take him long to work out why it wasn't working now. The six letter word that first came to him was...Eloise. There was a queue at the booking office window. Not a long queue, but a queue that Hector wished was not there. He was not worried about missing the train, because it was not due to leave for fifteen minutes. What did worry him was what would happen if he could not get a pass to the observation coach. Hector's turn at the small booking office window came quite quickly. He mumbled his request to the rather youthful looking guy who peered boringly at him. For the first time in a long time, Hector became concerned that this boy, & that's all he was, would guess why he asked for a pass to the last coach. But, how could he? Then he recollected how Eloise had mentioned that her son was the engine driver. Suddenly the sweaty palms of his hands began to produce even more liquid, if that was at all possible. He knows, all the station staff know, the whole damn railway know, Hector thought to himself. Hector felt slightly nauseous. The station clock ticked slowly towards the time of departure. Better get on the train, he thought, & find somewhere quiet to sit. He chose an aisle seat so that he could stand up & walk to the rear of the train once it started it's journey without disturbing anyone. Fumbling in his pocket, Hector checked to see if Eloise's note & more importantly, the black elastic suspender, with expensive satin strips made to cover the stud & metal clasp, was still there. He'd had this pocket fumbling habit since childhood, when he struggled to find a bus ticket to show an inspector & it had come back to haunt him now. He eventually found what he was looking for in one of his jacket inside pockets. He always had his tailor provide extras. The small pocket, which normally held a supply of his business cards, was the hiding place for this most secret of notes & little piece of corset. The paper upon which Eloise had written her instructions was by this time the worse for wear. Hector smoothed it out with his fingers, in the palm of his right hand, and reread what was written. He was to walk through the guards' van, once the guard, going in the other direction, had passed him by. Through the connecting passage between the two coaches, into a small lobby & then through the door into the lounge area of the observation coach, where Eloise was waiting. It did cross his mind, for a split second, that this was a huge joke. He began to wonder exactly what he'd find when he opened the door in front of him. He had read of pranks being played on unsuspecting people. Would the lounge be filled with his friends & relatives, gathered there to wish him bon voyage for his impending six month business trip to South Africa? Hector put such negative thoughts out of his mind, stood up, now that the train was picking up speed, & walked along the aisle with his back to the engine. He found out from one of the station staff before boarding, that due to the weight of the huge locomotive, a speed restriction would be in place for the entire return journey. When he asked how long the trip was likely to take & was told about two hours, his heart missed a beat. The thought of spending that long with Eloise, a complete yet very desirable stranger, & knowing that she had orchestrated the whole thing for their mutual pleasure, was heaven in the making. Hector, in circumstances such as this had, in the past, found himself becoming very aroused mentally at the anticipation of events about to unfold. This, he told himself however was about as high as it could go from an anticipatory point of view. Hector reached his journey's end. A solid polished mahogany door with expensive fittings remained the only obstacle. He gently opened it & walked in, hardly making a sound. Eloise's voice broke the silence. Only the top of her head was visible above the high back of the well-upholstered arm chair in which she was sitting. He was told to turn the key in the lock & then to walk towards her. By this time, the veins on Hector's forehead were standing proud & pulsating visibly. He approached her & she beckoned to him to sit on the chair placed carefully at an angle, so that they both had a perfect view of each other. Eloise then slowly stood up & began to hitch up her skirt. Nothing was said. The only sound he could hear was that of fabric sliding over fabric. Shiny, sensuous silk fabric, sliding over stockings & then naked skin. Hector loosened his tie. She then asked him, quietly, to put the suspender back where it belonged. Hector coloured up & began to fumble in his pocket... Another Business Dinner After my divorce I moved away from my hometown and took a little cottage in the back of nowhere. Well actually it was one of a row of three; I had the middle one, in a small hamlet. I dived into my work and used the house more or less as a place to sleep in and receive friends on summer weekends. As the weeks passed, I got to meet my neighbours, an old couple one side who were charming and a single professional woman the other side. She was, I guessed, in her late thirties and worked away from home nearly as much as me. Our meetings were infrequent and mostly restricted to “Hellos” and passing the time of day. As the summer came, I neared the end of my current contract which had paid well and enabled me to consider taking some time off to enjoy the warmer weather and perhaps do something with the patch of grass that passed for a back garden. Then I was offered a contract that started in September so the decision was made for me – I would take three months off. I set up a small office in the bedroom so that I could keep in touch and surf the net in the evenings, then set about the garden; stripping out the weeds, planting some attractive plants and flowers and generally trying to turn it into my idea of an English country garden. Every day when the sun was out, I would take off my shirt, put on shorts and try and build myself a tan. My lady neighbour (Mary as I found out) used her weekends to much the same effect, and we chatted amiably over the garden fence about plants, what a great summer it was and how she envied me the chance to enjoy it. She, it turned out, worked in public relations, and she was in the middle of an important assignment for one of her clients. It took her abroad frequently, so she spent less time at home. My offer to “look after” her house was accepted and she gave me a key so that I could tidy the mail and generally watch over things. I had never thought of Mary in anything other than a neighbourly way. She was attractive, but not beautiful, with a slim, almost boyish figure. Her blond hair was cut fairly short and she wore little make-up, at least when I saw her over the garden fence. What I did notice on one particularly hot afternoon in July was that she was in the habit of dispensing with a bra; her plain T shirt, damp with sweat from gardening, showed two nice little bumps where her nipples rubbed against the cotton fabric. Until the middle of August I saw little of Mary as her work took increasing amounts of her time, she stayed in London during the week or was abroad, and we frequently missed each other at weekends. Then one typically English summer’s day (it was raining) she rang my front door bell. I showed her into the kitchen and made us a mug of coffee each. “Will,” she said after her mouthful of the hot brew, “I want to thank you for looking after the house for me. This job is easing up now so I will home more, but its been great knowing that you are looking after things for me, collecting the mail and even cutting my grass. That was sweet of you.” “No problem” I said smiling, “Always willing to help a neighbour. Who knows I may need to ask you to look after my place some day?” “Well it was very kind nevertheless and I would always be pleased to look after your house if the need arose.” She pause then and looked at me with a slight smile, “In fact, I have another favour to ask of you, if that’s OK?” “Shoot” I said “Well, it is a bit of a cheek really,” she began “but it may be a way of also saying a small Thank You for your efforts” “Mary there is no need to thank me, but what’s the favour then?” “Well,” she started somewhat hesitantly, “this client I have been working for have arranged a black tie dinner to launch their new product that I have been working on and I need a partner” “Its at the Hilton in London so it should be OK. The downside for you is that it will be a working night for me, so I may have to circulate and keep my client happy.” I looked at her and smiled. Perhaps I had hidden away in the country for too many weeks. A night out in London with free food and wine and the chance to meet some ladies seemed attractive. “OK then, you have a date, when is it?” “This Friday I’m afraid, can you make it? Have you a DJ and everything?” “Friday’s fine and I will just need to dust off my DJ and I will be ready” “Oh that’s great. I hoped you would say yes. They are sending a car to take us and bring us back, so we can afford to have a few drinks and hopefully, enjoy ourselves.” “About 6:30 if that’s OK?” Sure no problem, I will be here all day. I will come around to your door just before 6:30 then on Friday.” We continued to make small chat and then she left, telling me should would be in Frankfurt until Friday lunchtime. The week passed quickly as I started to muse over what may be in store on the Friday night. It would be good to get dressed up and have a night in London and Mary would make for an attractive partner, even if she was going to leave me alone for some of the evening. Friday afternoon came and at about 4 o’clock I started to get ready. I saw that Mary’s car had returned so she was probably getting ready herself. I took a long hot shower, shaved, sprayed on my favourite cologne and started to get dressed. Clean new briefs, starched white dinner shirt, blue bowtie and my DJ and I was ready to roll. I looked at the clock; 6 PM. I made myself a weak G&T, watched the first part of the TV news and at 6:25 left my house and knocked on Mary’s front door. I heard some noises inside then, after about a minute the door swung open. Mary stood before me in a lovely blue mid calf dress. A scooped neckline revealed just the slight swell of her breasts. Around her neck was a modest gold necklace and her hair was done in a soft wave which framed her face. She looked stunning. “Will I do?” I asked trying to stop myself gaping at the lovely woman in front of me. “You look great, my perfect partner,” she replied. “How about me? Do you think that this dress is OK?” “I should think its perfect for the occasion and you look wonderful in it.” As I finished, the purr of a Mercedes announced the arrival of our car. Mary grabbed her clutch bag and a thin silk wrap and pulled the door closed behind her. We chatted as the car made its way through the traffic into London. By the time we arrived at the hotel, I knew enough about her client and their new product to not make a fool of myself. We entered the room for the dinner, noting our table number as a glass of champagne was offered. “Here’s to a nice evening.” Mary toasted, “we are on the table with three of the directors and their wives so it may be hard going. Sorry.” “Never mind I’m sure we will have a great time.” Hopefully I sounded convincing, although my heart sank as I imagined three stuffy old guys and their equally unattractive spouses. I was surprised therefore when we took our seats to find that the directors were all in their forties and their wives in their thirties and forties. As was perhaps to be expected, Mary was sat away from me between two of the directors, while I took my seat between two of their wives. To my left sat Wendy, a slightly overweight lady in a claret dress, to my right was the youngest of the wives, Teresa (please call me Terri). As dinner progressed, I made small chat with Wendy and Teri, both of whom seemed intent on getting full value from the evening, keeping the waiters busy refilling their glasses. Wendy became happily drunk, making unfunny jokes and jabbing me in the ribs at every opportunity. Eventually she became tired of me and turned to Teri’s husband to her left to repeat all her little stories to a new audience. I kept looking across at Mary, who would smile apologetically when she caught my eye, but was otherwise engrossed in talking shop with her client. Teri was also getting somewhat tipsy. She moved her chair closer to mine and, as the meal progressed, started to tell me what life was like as the wife of the youngest, high-flying, director. She had a nice house in North London she said, went on expensive holidays, shopped at all the finest stores, but hardly ever saw her husband during the week. Even at weekends he was either too tired, was playing golf, or working, for them to enjoy a social life. I offered sympathy, perhaps too much because as coffee arrived, I felt the touch of her foot on my leg. “Thank you for being so understanding,” she whispered “I wish Mike was as considerate as you. I bet you would not treat me the way he does.” She was starting to come on to me and in another place at another time it would have made my evening. She was very attractive, a very curvy figure, clad tonight in a simple black dress which clung to her in all the right places. Virtually backless, the front was also cut into a deep V which ended mid-way down her cleavage. Her blond hair was long, shoulder length and beautifully cut so that it almost floated around her shoulders. I was starting to get turned on, her foot felt good edging under the leg of my trousers, but I was acutely aware that my companion for the evening was sitting opposite and her husband just the other side of Wendy. This was no place to do anything, especially anything that would cause a scene and embarrass Mary. Thankfully, dinner came to an end and I excused myself to the little boys’ room as they cleared the tables. I took my time, but returned to see that we were all sitting around a smaller table at the corner of the dance floor. As I neared the table, the music started and Mary appeared at my elbow “Dance?” We went to the floor and started dancing to the band’s version of a standard pop classic. “Hope you are OK.” Mary raised her voice over the music, “Sorry to have left you on your own between those two.” “I’m fine. we just made some small talk and had to listen to Wendy’s awful jokes” Mary smiled “Yes she is known for them and Terri is a bit of a vamp, I have heard stories about her that would make you smile.” I did not ask what the stories were about, but I could guess. I was sure that I was not the first to get the ‘come on’ from her. As the music started for the next tune, we were interrupted by Mike and Teri, joining us as we jived to the music. After one more tune, the tempo slowed and before I realised what was happening, Mike had swept Mary into his arms and Teri had her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. “See what I mean? He gets an opportunity to dance with me and he’s off with your lady, no doubt talking about work!” She pulled me closer “still I have you now to take care of me.” She pressed her body closer and her arms went around my neck. My hands held her in a vain attempt to keep her at a semi-respectable distance. The dance floor filled up and we were soon lost among the dancers. I allowed my hand to roam over her back. I could feel her warm skin and when I let them travel lower, I could feel the waist band of her underwear – something very like a G string if I was correct. She pressed closer to me, starting to rub her front against my abdomen. My cock started to thicken, no matter what I did to try and control my reactions. She purred into my ear and pulled me closer, now rubbing her pubic bone against my hardening cock. Thankfully the band came to the rescue and the dance came to an end. I escorted her back to our table and offered to get her a drink. The visit to the bar allowed my cock to return to its normal size. When I returned, she was gone and I saw her dancing with another guy. Relieved, I started to mingle with other guests, avoiding eye contact with Teri, hoping that Mary would be able to end her busy chats and come to my rescue. Eventually, the evening came to an end, Mary reappeared apologising for leaving me alone all evening, hoping that I had managed to get some fun. I helped her on with her wrap, just as Teri and Mike showed up. “Thanks for a great evening Mike.” Mary sounded sincere. “You are more than welcome Mary. You have been a great asset to us in the run up to the launch.” As Mike was speaking, I felt something being pushed into my hand. A piece of paper. I looked to my left to see a smiling Teri. I went ahead of Mary to look for our car. I quickly looked down at the paper “I hope you enjoyed this evening, I enjoyed your company. Let’s meet. Call me” it read, with a mobile phone number at the bottom. I stuffed the paper into my jacket pocket, making a mental note to make a call on Monday. There was our car and I beckoned Mary over and we jumped in. The drive back was wonderful, at long last I was chatting to my date. More apologies from her, her lack of attention to me, hoping I had found people to chat with, etc. All too soon we were back at our cottages. We stood on her doorstep as the car drove off into the darkness of the lane. “Coffee? Nightcap?” asked Mary, “Love a drink now that I do not have to mind my Ps and Qs. Vodka and tonic would be nice, thank you.” We went through her front door and into her small lounge. Mary lit some small table lamps and went off to get our two drinks. She returned and switched the radio on, finding a jazz station. As the soft jazz music quietly filled the air I accepted my drink and settled onto the small two-seater couch. Mary joined me. “Oh its so good to get home and finally unwind” she whispered, shucking off her shoes and pulling her feet up onto the couch. Her dress rode up her legs to knee height and she settled back against the couch. I kicked off my shoes, undid my bow tie and collar button and eased my jacket off my shoulders before settling back alongside Mary. “Thank you once again for coming with me. It was important for me and I felt I needed a partner.” She looked towards me as she spoke “I only wish I could have spent more time with you.” “It was a great evening and we are both here together with no directors or directors’ wives to interrupt us.” I took her hand and squeezed it gently as it to emphasise my sincerity. She applied gentle pressure to the back of my hand, those soft blue eyes still looking into mine. I leant towards her, bridging the gap until our lips touched. Just a gentle touch but one where electricity was jumping as our lips met. Her mouth opened slightly as my tongue slowly traced the outline of her mouth before finding hers, touching, then twirling around each other as our kiss became stronger. Her eyes closed as she fell into the kiss her hands rising to touch the sides of my face. My hands caressing her shoulders and neck before coming to softly stroke each ear lobe. We kissed for minutes, but it seemed like hours, ever more intense until we both broke for air. Those eyes looked at me, inside me. I knew then that I wanted this woman and her look told me that the feeling was mutual. My hands continued their caress of her shoulders, but bolder now they gradually descended to capture the sides of her breasts, lifting them in her bra and the dress, making them swell over the neckline. I bent my head and placed a kiss in the valley between them. Mary shifted towards me pressing her cleavage to my lips. My hands released her breasts to circle her body, to cress her sides and back. My mouth continued to kiss and caress the tops of her breasts as my fingers sought, and found, the long zipper at the back of her dress. Locating the tab, I gently pulled the fastener down until her dress opened fully at the back. Not loosing my lips’ contact with her body, I eased the material from her shoulders letting the dress fall slowly down her arms. A small blue lace bra came into view, the soft material holding her twin orbs still to my lips. I reached for the bra clasp, then slowly peeled away this wispy material to let her breasts free of their restraint. Revealed for my pleasure, my mouth moved to cover each nipple in turn, planting little kisses at first on each one before returning to suck hard on them. A gasp from her lips told me that her nipples were highly sensitive and that this stimulation was something we both might enjoy. As I continued my oral caress of her hard buds, a thought entered my head on how I might increase the sensation for her. Taking a chance I reached out with my hand for my glass and fished out an ice cube. Gripped between my fingers, I drew a path with the ice across each breast, lingering over each nipple while kissing the other. The impact was immediate; she arched upwards pressing herself against the ice and my mouth. “Oh yesssssss” she gasped, “that feels soooooooo good” All too quickly the ice cube melted on her hot skin and I lapped the remaining melt water into my mouth, teasing her hard nubs with each stroke of my tongue. It was time to explore further and my lips now traced a line downwards over her stomach. My hands sought the top of the dress and slowly pulled it down. She rose from the couch to help me, and I pulled the material down her thighs until it lay in a blue pool of material at her ankles. My lips continued downwards, eventually reaching the top of the matching lace thong. They moved over the material as I breathed warm breath over her pussy until they came to rest over the damp entrance. “Oh please, please ……” was all she could say before I stopped her flow of words by licking the inside of her thighs, gently easing them apart. My fingers pulled the thin strip of material aside to allow my tongue to describe the outline of her pussy. The lips were already opening, as her early juices glistened. I lapped her wetness, poking into her hot centre with each stroke, lingering to tease her hood at the top until her clit popped out and offered itself to my tongue. As I lapped her engorged clit, my fingers played in the fold of her sex, teasing the lips open before gently probing inside. First a single finger then two, I hooked them inside, massaging the inner walls of her pussy behind her clit as I sucked and licked on that hard love button. She was building towards orgasm, thrusting her pussy against my mouth and probing fingers. I withdrew my fingers, reached for another ice cube and then brought it to her hot centre. “Oh God, No its too cold. No please. Yesssssssss” her cries spurred me on as the ice travelled over her pussy lips, melt water running down to soak her already damp thong. I pushed with my finger and the ice cube popped into her tight box. The reaction was instant, she threw her back reached for my head to pull it hard against her clit and thrashed herself against me. “Ohhhhhhhhhh Yessssssss I’m coming. God Yesssssssss” I felt her pussy spasm as she came, then she expelled a large quantity of juice and melt water over my hand. Another orgasm racked her body before she collapsed back against the couch. She pulled my head off her clit and up to her face. “I’m too sensitive” she whispered kissing me fully on the lips “Where did you learn to do that you bastard?” I just smiled. Then she pushed me back against the cushions, her hand driving down to my trousers and quickly opening the fly before reaching in for my hard cock. I helped her ease all the material away and down my legs leaving my seven thick inches standing proud of my groin. She reached down with a hand to caress it softly before gripping me and pulling back the foreskin to reveal my purple head. She bent forward and licked the clear liquid escaping from the eye. “Mmmmmmmm” she said looking back into my eyes. “My turn to return the favour.” She reached over and took her glass and sucked two ice cubes into her mouth. Then she bent again to take the head of my cock between her lips. The sensation of the ice on my hot flesh was incredible and I surged forward forcing my cock deeper into her mouth, reaching the top of her throat. I could feel the ice melting around my hard flesh as she started to work her lips up and down my shaft. Her tongue swirled around my cock as her lips kept up their pressure. Another Business Dinner I could have let her carry on and take my seed into willing mouth but I suspected that we might both need something more. As the final ice melted in her mouth I eased her off my cock. Slipping out of my shirt I pulled her with me to the loose rug on the floor. I pulled her thong down her thighs and we left our clothing to lay naked beside each other before I turned to her and pulled her body against mine. My cock was already in line with her puffy pussy and her small hand went down to locate my knob inside her wet silken lips. I pushed forward. My cock sank slowly into the grip of her channel. The walls expanding to accommodate my girth as I continued the firm pressure until my balls rested against her. I stopped there looking into her eyes. The look was warm, sincere, lustful; all the adjectives seemed appropriate. I eased back before thrusting back into her hot depths. Again; slowly building momentum, probing deeper, harder, as the speed of my surges built up. I altered the angle to enable the top of my shaft to graze her clit as I fucked into her wonderful pussy. The sensations started to build inside her as well, she thrust up against my insistent cock as it now started to fuck into her with greater speed and power. “Ohhhhhhh yesss fuck me.” Make me cum.” “Cum with me,” her cries became more urgent as we neared our climaxes. I surged higher inside her, gripping the cheeks of her ass as I pulled her hard against me. Forcing myself deeper I reached deeper inside her until I hit her cervix. A thrust which pushed her over the edge. The walls of her pussy clutched me holding me inside her as in a vice. The grip was too powerful for me to hold control and, as I felt more of her juice escape around my cock I blasted a large quantity of cum high inside her. A second spasm from her forced another ejaculation from me. It had been a long time since I had cum so forcefully and I sprayed a third large quantity of jism inside her as she was rocked a third contraction. The force of our cumming was great and I collapsed on top of her slim frame, my cock buried deep inside her. As our pulses slowed, I looked up into her eyes; eyes filled with satisfied release. “I have never cum like that” she offered as explanation. “You feel so good inside me. You are so big, but it feels wonderful inside me I’m so full” My cock started to soften in her moist folds, eventually slipping out of her body. “Shame” she said smiling. My hands caressed her cheeks, her skin, her breasts. The nipples still hard and pointed. “They could be bigger I know” she added as my tongue curled around the hard flesh. I smiled at her “They are perfect.” “Perfectly small you mean” she said sadly, “I have always wished that they were bigger to please the men in my life,” “No perfect on you” I responded sincerely “they are perfect shape and your nipples respond so well You are beautiful, everything about you is perfect.” Then I added “You have the perfect pussy as well, I loved the way it felt around me.” “Thank you kind sir” she said with laughing eyes, “your cock certainly seemed to enjoy it!” We both laughed and settled back into each others arms. “Lets go to bed” Mary whispered into my ear “I want to wake with you beside me.” She led the way as we walked naked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pushed me back onto the bed and then turned towards the en-suite bathroom. “Back soon” and she closed the door behind her. In the quiet room I could hear the sounds of her peeing and then the flush of the toilet. Then I heard the shower start. I waited a minute before rising from the bed and entering the bathroom. Mary was under the warm shower, looking prettier than ever. I stepped under the water and reached for the shower gel. I started to wash her body as she did the same for me. We washed each other carefully, sensually. Her leaking pussy I washed carefully as she soaped my cock. No words were said, our hands did our talking for us. I soaped her back, my hands running over the smooth flesh of her ass cheeks, my finger dipping into the crease. She leaned against me when my fingers worked their way to her rosebud and drew circles around that tight hole. Her hands continued to caress my cock, pulling me up, pumping life back into it until it was back to its full hardness. “Lets take this to the bed” She said turning off the water and grabbing two fluffy white towels. We towelled each other off briefly before Mary pushed me back onto the bed. My now very hard cock stood upright from my body. Then, in one fluid movement she came over me, placing her legs each side of my face. As she lowered her mouth to my engorged cock, she lowered her sweet pussy onto my waiting tongue. My tongue easily parted her moist folds to taste her sweet pussy juice mixed with my own earlier offering. As my tongue lapped her lips and played on her clit, I felt her mouth devour my cock. This lady had a real talent, her tongue swirled around my cockhead prodding the small eye at the end. I thought I was in heaven, but that came when she removed her lips from my organ to take each of my balls in turn into her mouth, all the while slowly stroking my wet organ with her hand. As this delicious torture continued, I tried to concentrate on her pleasure, using the tips of my fingers to open her sex fully so that my tongue could alternate between little fucking movements into her pussy and flicks over her engorged clit. The juice started to pour from her and I drank it like it was my last drink. Her mouth returned to my cock, her fingers playing with my balls and the sensitive skin behind. I knew that I could not maintain my composure for long. My fingers of my right hand, slick with juice, left her pussy to stroke the tight bud of her anus; to massage around that tight muscle, to slowly press against it. I felt her wiggle against my finger as she built up the pressure of her mouth on my cock. Willingly the muscle of her anus gave way to my insistent finger and it entered that tightest of openings, sinking in to the second knuckle. My tongue stimulated her clit further, now moving firmly over her as my fingers started to move inside her rear. I could feel the tension in her body and knew she was close to release; as was I. We started to eat each other with a fervour which would bring us both to climax. I felt my balls tighten and knew she could feel the effect as she thrust her head down to fully engulf my rigid tool. The cum seems to boil inside me, rushing up my cock like a geyser. As I started to cum, I jabbed my finger higher into her anus and tugged on her clit with my lips. As my cum erupted into her mouth, I felt her orgasm. To my surprise and delight, she also ejaculated pussy juice into my mouth, the warm nectar filling my mouth as I filled hers with a second and third spurt from my own body. She pressed herself down on my mouth as a second spasm went through her, then a third. Our climaxes were intense, as strong, if not stronger than I had known before, the sheer exertion left me feeling weak. Drained. I gently removed my finger from her ass, watching as the little hole hung open for a moment before closing again. My tongue left her clit; I had no wish to turn pleasure into pain by over stimulating that organ. As we recovered, she turned on the bed, covering us both with the quilt, as she laid her head beside me on the pillow. We kissed. A true lovers kiss, tender and gentle but charged with emotion. In the dim light I could see her face, beautiful in the aftermath of our lovemaking. “I saved some to share with you” she said, flicking her tongue against mine so that I could taste my cum from her mouth. I smiled, knowing that she would be able to taste herself on my own lips. Cuddling together we drifted off to sleep. The following morning we awoke and made love again, a gentle lovemaking, full of emotion. It had been a wonderful evening and a beautiful morning. We dressed slowly and kissed our goodbyes at her door, knowing that we would no longer simply be neighbours As I entered my own house, I started to empty the pockets of my jacket. There, in the top inside pocket was the slip of paper with Teri’s phone number. I was going to throw it away but, in the end, I placed it by the phone. Perhaps one day, if things did not work out? To be continued Feedback welcome Another Business Trip Well, here I am on yet another business trip. But I suppose there are some perks to be had, like going out to the hotel bar every night. On the first night that I arrived in town, I checked in, unpacked and freshened up a bit. It was still early so I decided to go down to bar and get a drink. The bar was one of those with dark warm wood and a comfortable feel to it. I walked in and found myself a place at the bar and ordered a beer. I was sitting there just daydreaming and thinking over my presentations for the next day. When I looked up from my beer, I looked across the bar and sitting there was a woman. A slinky blond. And she was looking straight at me!! I acknowledged her gaze by raising my glass to her. It was too far to speak to her. I’m thinking, I need to meet her, she seems interested in meeting me. So I got of my stool and went around to her side of the bar. She was even hotter looking than I thought. She was not too tall, about up to my chin, but well shaped. She was weaning a black sweater and tight jeans. Made me think of Conway Twitty’s song Tight Fittin’ Jeans. And that sweater clearly showed that she was all woman and with nothing between her smooth white skin and that black sweater. I sat down next to her and she immediately moved closer to me so that her leg brushed mine. “Hi” she said, “my name is Randy.” I bet you are I thought. “I’m Jim, nice to meet you, are you staying in the hotel?”. “No, I am staying at another, but there is no bar there.” Her hand now rested on my thigh, softly stroking my leg. I think I get the message, I thought. But not tonight. While it was not late I was very tired. I wondered if I could actually perform!! We talked for a while until I felt that the days travels where catching up with me. But before I left we made a date for dinner for the next night. She said she would come around and pick me up at 7pm. I left the bar with a sense of anticipation, and it was not for the presentations I had to make tomorrow. I was up and making my first presentation by 9am and I have to admit that I had a hard time concentrating on my words and not the image in my mind of her very fine breasts confined in that black sweater. The day droned on and was finally over at 5:30. I raced back to my room to shower and change before I went down to the lobby to wait for her, for Randy. I was down in the lobby when she walked in, wearing not all that much!! A very skimpy halter top dress, no stockings and high heels. Very appealing to any man, but especially to one living a life alone. Her long dark hair was done in one of those carefully touseled looks. The kind that takes forever but looks like you did nothing. She came over to me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and said that her car was waiting outside and we could go to a nice restaurant that she liked not to far away. Her car was a long black limo, complete with driver holding the door open. The interior was all in plush red leather. She climbed and flashed me a very firm behind, clad in nothing more than a bright red thong. I was getting hard standing there!! We got into the limo and she slid close to me, running her hand up my thigh. I could not help holding her close and kissing those red lips. A deep french kiss to my surprise, or maybe I should not have been surprised at all. Her hands were every where as were mine. Under her short skirt and along the string of the thong, I could feel her hot wet pussy, it seemed to be aching for my attention!! The ride to the restaurant was short and although the scent of pussy now permeated the car I was ready for food. The day had been long, the lunch provided was not much to speak of so I was ready for a nice dinner followed by a nice deep, wet pussy to sink into. Sounds like a nice desert!! We were led to a booth at the back. She sat down first and patted the seat next to her, so that I would be sitting next to her rather than across from her. It was a surf and turf place so there was most anything on the menu to suit any style or desire for food. We ordered a lobster dinner, beginning with shrimp cocktails. As we waited we chatted politely. I did not question the limo, nor delve deeply into her past or life. I really just wanted some fun right now. After all I live a thousand miles away from here and this is not a regular meeting place for my company. As we talked, we ate and as I watched her eat the shrimp and then the lobster I was throbbing in my pants. Her red lips sucked at the seafood was if she were giving the finest blow-job going. As we talked I found that my hand was again fingering her wet pussy. She was so wet I think she must have let a wet spot on the set when we left. We finished dinner and decided against desert. We tipped the waiter well, as he had been very good in serving us, in fact I think I caught a bulge in his pants when he came to our table. I bet his lady friend got a good banging tonight. The limo was waiting for us when we emerged from the restaurant. The plan was to go back to the hotel, but when we got into the limo and that fine ass was flashed at me again I knew that there was no way that I could possibly wait. She asked the driver to take the scenic way back to the hotel. She reclined against the seat and in a flash I had one hand between her legs and the other freeing one of those perfect round tits for my mouth to enjoy. She had the kind of tits that are round with little hard nipples sticking up. I could hear her moan as I teased and nibbled and sucked. All the while fingering her pussy with the other hand. My, thongs are the perfect underwear. Just enough cover, but not enough to get in the way of fun activities. Her moans getting throatier and breathing heavier…I just had to have a taste of that wet warm pussy for my desert. I slid down so I could pull off the thong and position myself between her legs. I ran my middle finger from her behind up to her clit, stopping there for a moment, hearing her breath catch as I touch the sensitive nub. Opening her like a flower I peered into her dark wetness before dipping to get a taste. Mmmm I thought, sweet, like honey. I slurped and nibbled until I could feel that she could not hold still another moment, so I moved up her body, pushing her dress up as I went, finally is fell away from her to reveal all of her to me. She was smooth and pale all over…but I was a man with a full stomach and a cock as hard as steel. My mouth found hers while my hand was again pumping her pussy, I could feel her hips grinding and her breath coming raspier. I could not hold out longer. In flash I was a naked as she and in one smooth movement flipped her so she was kneeling on the seat with the wonderful tight ass in front of me. I kissed both cheeks while I tweaked her clits and ran my finger the whole length of her crack..so wet and hot and ready for me!! I moved so that I was close behind her so that she could feel my rod against her ass. I slid is up and down her crack and then finding her tunnel of love, slid in. I stayed still a moment just enjoyed the hot wetness, but then began to move in and out. Faster and faster, my balls slapping on her ass. My hands on her breasts, squeezing her breasts I pounded in and out of her, smack…smack…smack. I wonder what the driver thinks, and thank god there are no potholes in this part of town. Too soon I could feel my self ready to explode!!! One finally thrust and I emptied myself into her. I was so intent on myself that I can’t be sure if she came or not, all I know is that when I pulled out she collapsed in a whimper and a sigh on the leather seat. Suddenly I had to urge to be out of there and back in my own universe. This was not real and I felt like and alien. Quietly I tapped on the dividing window and asked the driver to take us back to my hotel. I dressed quickly and when we arrived I quickly got out of the car and without a look back I went into the hotel, leaving her there in the car naked and I hoped sated. As I went up to my room I wondered if I would ever see her again, as well as what adventures awaited me on other business trips. Another Business Trip Well the vacation is over and things have gotten back to a normal pattern. Bill and I both returned to work and we were both looking forward to the weekend. When I got home Friday evening, about 5:00 PM, Bill was sitting in the family room, with a drink and he had one set out for me too. I went over and kissed him picked up my drink and sat next to him. We talked and he finally asked if I wanted to do anything special tonight. I responded that I was up for just about anything. The grin on his face told me he had something he wanted to do and I knew I would like it. Then he told me he would like to see his favorite slut get real slutty at the theater. I truly love playing at the theater so I told him I would love to. There is something in me that excites me beyond belief when I'm openly doing all the things little girls are taught not to do. We continued to talk about what we were going to do and I asked if he had any suggestions as to what I should wear. He told me to use my own judgment, because I always look good and sexy. I kissed him and told him I would do my best to make him proud. He responded that I always made him proud. Then I excused myself and went to our room to start getting ready. After showering, fixing my hair and putting on my makeup I was ready to get dressed. I always feel so slutty in garters and stockings so I got out a Black garter, some very dark sparkly stockings and my 5" black stiletto heels. For a little accent I put on a black open cup push up bra. The finishing touch was a sheer mini slip. The slip just made it to the bottom of my ass but was sheer enough that nipples were just visible and my dark bush was evident. I packed a small bag with a wet wash cloth in a plastic bag, a small towel, lube and condoms. Bill always carries the other things I need so I was ready to go. When I came out to the family room Bill stood there with his mouth open until he finally told me I was the sexiest woman he has ever seen. Just another of his many qualities, that make me love him. It was now about 9:00 PM and we had a 35 minute drive to the theater so we left to start out adventure. When we got to the theater the parking lot was rather full so we knew it was a good night. As we walked from the car I noticed that there were several guys hanging out on the entrance ramp. As we started up the ramp I made eye contact with as many as I could and displayed a very big smile. Just for fun I dropped my little makeup purse in front of me and bent over to retrieve it. All of the guys got a good look at my ass and pussy. As we entered I turned toward the guys and said I hoped they liked what they saw. Inside we paid our admission and then wandered through the DVD section. This was so all the guys could get a real good look, in the light, of the slut that was going to pleasure their cocks tonight. After a few minutes and a lot of flirting I told Bill I wanted to go back to the video booths first. He smiled as he called me slut and we started back to the booths. Thankfully several doors were open so we could see which ones had glory holes. When I spotted one with booths on each side I made my way into it with Bill in tow. Once inside we locked the door and I took off my slip and my bra. Bill put some money in the machine and I put some paper towels on the floor, so I wouldn't be kneeling in dirty cum. It wasn't long before the first cock came thru the hole. I was already on my knees so I just reached out and began playing with it. It was an average size cock, but real hard. After sucking on it for a while I moved my face to the hole and asked if he would please cum in my mouth. Guy's love to hear that and he was no exception. Then I went to work on his cock. It felt so good in my mouth and I found his sensitive area just behind the head on the underside and I used my tongue to really stimulate it. It didn't take long before I felt his cock get real hard and he began spraying my mouth with his cum. He was a good cummer and I savored every drop before swallowing. After swallowing his load I thanked him and turned my attention to the new cock sticking through the wall on the other side. This was a rather nice black cock so as I played with it I asked Bill if he wanted to see this black cock in my mouth. I knew his answer because he loves seeing me fucking and sucking black guys. He responded yes and I slid the cock as far into my mouth as I could. After sucking it for a while I took my mouth off it and asked its owner if he would please cum in my mouth. Then I used all my talents to milk a big load out of his cock. He didn't disappoint and was soon shooting his load into my waiting mouth. When I was sure I had every drop I let his cock slide out of my mouth and looking at Bill I opened my mouth to show him the load I had and then smiled at him as I swallowed it. That was too much for Bill and as I turned my attention to the new cock on the other wall Bill knelt behind me and began fucking my very wet pussy. As he fucked me I sucked on the new cock. Bill's cock drives me crazy and as he brought me closer to orgasm the new cock did not get my best. Just as I had an incredible cum Bill began cumming in me and it just made it so much more intense. Once I recovered I attacked the new cock and had him cumming in a few minutes. Wow, a pussy and a mouthful of cum. What more could a slut ask for. I sucked off 4 more guys before I decided it was time to go into the theater area. There is a certain nasty thrill that you get when you are sucking a cock and have no idea who it belongs to. It really makes a girl feel super slutty. When we left the booth I didn't bother to put my slip on or clean up as I made my way to the ladies room. Several of the guys were disappointed I was leaving so I assured them I would be in the theater in just a few minutes. In the ladies room I cleaned up my pussy as best I could, fixed my hair but decided to leave the cum on my face and tits. I wanted everyone to know just what a slut I was. I did put my slip on for the trip into the theater; it would have upset the manager if I didn't. When we entered the theater it was very dark so we stood in the back while our eyes adjusted. As we stood I took off my slip and immediately guys were playing with me. I made sounds that let them know how much I was enjoying it. When I felt a hard cock rub against my leg I reached down and began playing with it. As my eyes adjusted I looked down and was pleasantly surprised to see several cocks out of their pants. Just for fun I asked the guys if they were all for me. They responded that they were so I looked at Bill and said "Honey I think we should find a couch so I can take care of all these nice hard cocks the guys have for me". Bill took my hand and we made our way down the aisle to a vacant couch and I sat in the middle. The seat next to me was quickly taken by a very rugged looking black man. Our couch was also surrounded by guys with cocks in hand. I introduced myself to the guy next to me and asked if he minded if I sucked on his cock. He just nodded and guided my head toward it. It was a nice sized cock and I loved sucking it, having about 20 guys watching me made it so much more exciting. I did my best to really show off and was soon rewarded with his hot load. When I was sure I had every drop I sat up and let everyone watch me swallow his cum. Then I thanked him and reached out in front of me and found another cock to play with. The cock I found was a very nice size and after sucking on it for a few moments I looked up at its owner and asked if he would please fuck me. He responded by pulling his pants down so I slid my ass to the edge of the couch so he could fuck me while kneeling. Because I didn't know him I helped put a condom on him and then guided his cock into me. It didn't take him long to get into a good rhythm and I was in a vocal mood and made sure everyone knew just how good he was fucking me. When His pace picked up and I knew he was getting close I urged him to please cum for me. After he came I thanked him and as he pulled out of me I reached down and took his cock in my hand. Then I carefully took the filled condom off his cock and told him he did such a fine job I needed to taste him. I slowly moved the condom up to my mouth and poured his load into my mouth. Guys think this is the slutiest thing you can do and I wanted to be real slutty. After swallowing his load I thanked him again and told him he tasted good. Next a nice looking black fellow got between my spread legs and put his condom covered cock in me. I welcomed him and he fucked me real good and I came again. When he finished he was quickly replaced by another guy. This was great I had a bunch of guys all wanting to fuck me. One by one they fucked me and I came with just about everyone of them. At some point Bill told the guys that were surrounding me, as they watched, that I loved to have guys cum on me. Almost immediately these guys were stroking their cocks and I knew I was going to be decorated. When the first guy signaled he was ready I moved my head closer to him and offered my open mouth. I got a couple shots in my mouth but most of his load was on my face. Just as the next guy came I did too from the fucking I was getting. This was wonderful. After about seven guys fucking me and numerous loads dumped on me I needed a break. Bill asked the guys to move back and handed me my little utility bag. I had a damp wash cloth in a plastic bag and I used it to wipe the cum off my face and tits. Then I used the dry cloth to finish cleaning up. My pussy just had my juices so I didn't spend much time cleaning it. Once cleaned up I asked for my slip and as I put it on I told the guys I needed to use the ladies room. Before leaving I told the guys how much I was enjoying them and I'd be back shortly. I took my makeup purse and headed for the ladies room. After doing my duty I washed my hands and did a little makeup adjusting. While I was putting on makeup another girl came in. She came over to me and told me that she wished she had my nerve because she would love to do what I had been doing, but was afraid. I assured her she had nothing to fear and she should go for what she wants. When I got back to our couch I took off my slip again and gave it to Bill. He had used his flask to make me a drink and I sat down and sipped it. As I sipped my drink I made sure I was giving my guys a good look. This was exciting but I needed to cum again so I asked if anyone liked to eat pussy. There was a scramble but I had a face between my legs and his tongue was in my pussy in a flash. He was good and soon had me cumming again. After my second cum I thanked him, gave him a kiss, and asked who was next. A total of 5 guys ate me and I came with everyone of them. As I was thanking the last guy I saw a couple of the guys from the swingers club. I got up and reached out pulling them up front and kissed them hello. They were very complimentary saying I looked great and how much they had been enjoying the show. I told them I was glad they were here and I sure would love it if they would fuck me and give me some cum in my pussy. Being good sports they said sure and after I sucked their cocks for a while they took turns fucking me and giving me the cum I craved. When they were done I fucked about four more guys with condoms before I needed another rest. As I rested I looked around and the crowd had really thinned out. I chatted with the guys still there but decided it was getting late, 1:00 AM, so I suggested we get ready and head home. There were a couple of new guys that hadn't had a chance so I volunteered to give each of them a blow job. When I had finally drained both their cocks I got up and put my slip on again. Bill and I walked out arm in arm and all the guys thanked us for a wonderful evening. Once we were in the car Bill leaned over and gave me a very passionate kiss and told me I was the sexiest woman he has ever known. We then drove home and talked about the evenings activities. I loved everything about it and Bill did too. He also told me I had better have enough energy for one more because he couldn't wait to get me home and fuck me one more time. I told him there would never be a day that I didn't have the energy for that magnificent cock of his. Another Business Trip On the Road Zombie. The word popped into his head as he realized that the elevator door had opened and he hadn't even noticed. As the doors started to close he hit the button again and stepped into the elevator. He couldn't remember if he'd locked his car or not so he pointed the remote into the garage as the doors were closing and pushed the lock button. He thought he heard the beep but didn't have the energy to check. The elevator opened automatically in the lobby. You had to switch elevators there, he supposed because the hotel didn't want people coming up from the garage directly to the guest rooms. He glanced over into the restaurant and debated heading straight over for a drink and something to eat. It looked empty and that suited him fine but the day's series of meetings had caught up with him so he hit the button to take him to the fifth floor. He knew he had to eat, he hadn't since breakfast and his low blood sugar was part of the reason for his exhaustion. His stomach grumbled at him as he rode the elevator alone. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "I need to at least shower and change first." It took three attempts with the fucking keycard to get a green light and a click of the opening lock. He hated the things but he understood the necessity...too many people walking away with the key in their pocket meant too many locks that had to be changed and too much money spent. He was just an old-school salesman in a computer-fueled, salesperson era. As was his habit, as soon as the door was closed behind him he was ripping off his clothes. Shoes kicked across the room, shirt and tie dropped on the floor as he passed the bathroom door, pants, socks and underwear fell at the end of the bed. He sat on the edge of the unused bed and grabbed the TV remote. It seemed to him that in his childhood there had been thirteen channels and lots to watch. Now there were hundreds and not a damn thing on. His stomach growled again; he had to eat. He knew he was going to end up asleep on the bed if he stared at the idiot box any longer so he hauled himself up and hit the shower. The water was hot and felt good on his aching shoulders when he leaned forward with his hands against the wall, his head bowed and let it pound on his neck. It cleared his head as he stood feeling the steaming water running down his back and through his butt crack. Concentrating on the tickle that ran over his anus, he felt a familiar stirring. His cock started to harden and he knew the only way to that it would get looked after was if he did it himself. He was tempted as he soaped up and let his hand glide the length of his shaft. He thought about how good it would feel to slip a soaped-up finger up his asshole while he stroked his now rock solid penis. "Not now," he murmured, to his junk. "I have to eat then we'll see if they've got any good porn on the tube when we come back to the room." Now there's something good about TV that they didn't have when I was a kid, he thought, porn. Obligingly his penis sagged while he finished his shower and toweled down. He looked at his clothes strewn across the room and considered picking them up but the maid had been and no one but him would be in the room so he just grabbed a pair of jeans and a golf shirt out of his suitcase. As he pulled on his jeans he realized he hadn't grabbed any underwear but decided commando was fine. The restaurant was dark and he was just there for a couple of drinks and dinner. He slipped on a pair of loafers and didn't bother with socks either. The restaurant was still dead and that was still okay with him. He looked at a table against the wall but decided to start at the bar. He'd have a couple of drinks then eat there as well f it stayed empty. "Quiet night," he said to the bartender as he hauled himself onto a stool. "Wednesday," he replied, "Great night to work but the tips suck. You here on business? I don't remember you being in before." "Yup, another hotel, another city and another lonely night. Just me, my right hand and a couple of young lesbians on TV." The bartender laughed. "Well, I'm not going to be able to help you out with that but maybe a drink will put you in the mood. What's your poison?" Something moved in the corner of his eye and glanced toward the door. He knew her routine to a T because it was his routine. She glanced around the restaurant, resting her eyes for a couple of seconds on a corner table then looked up at the bar. He could tell from the look that she'd made the same decision as him and she pulled up a stool, leaving one separating the two of them. There was no briefcase and the business attire had been ditched as well but from the few seconds he had looked her up and down he knew she was in the same boat. Another hotel, another city and another lonely night. "Red wine, something full-bodied." He finally responded to the bartender who had watched him watching her and gave him a knowing wink. "And whatever the lady is drinking as well." She looked over at him and flashed him a tired smile. "That's very kind of you," she said, "and not necessary." "You can get the next one," he replied. "Your expense account or mine; we can flip a coin if you'd like. So what do you sell?" She chuckled. "It's that obvious is it?" "Pretty much. I mean us old sales guys all start to look alike after awhile." The words were out of his mouth before his filter went up. "I mean you're obviously much younger than me and obviously not a guy and you sure don't look anything like me." It came out a little too quickly and a little too loudly as things usually do when trying to extract a foot from a mouth. This time it wasn't a chuckle but closer to a belly laugh. "Well, I'm not sure about younger and I know I look like crap but I'm definitely not a guy. I'm also reasonably sure you don't want to know what I sell." "Thanks for letting me off the hook," he said and decided to key in on the relatively safe topic of sales. "As for what you sell, it can't be as boring as my brake pads. Tell me you sell drugs or guns or something exciting." "Brakes pads, huh? Strange as it may seem I also sell pads but a different kind. I'm not sure about exciting but I can tell you tales about super absorbency or light days. You might find the difference between tampons and wrap-around panty liners very enlightening but if that's to be the topic of conversation then I should move closer or we might spoil someone's dinner." She moved to the stool beside him closing the gap. It was a good thing he still had his wine glass close to his mouth otherwise the bartender might have been wearing a mouthful of zinfandel. "No need to get into the gory details, if you know what I mean," he said with a laugh. "I know exactly what you mean, trust me." The first and second glass of wine went down quickly as they discussed sales, difficult clients, hotels and having to ask the front desk what room you're in because they all start to blend together. When the bartender offered another round he asked if she'd like to join him at a table for dinner with the next glass of wine and she accepted provided it went on separate tabs. They slid into a corner booth and the bartender dropped off menus and another glass of wine. He wasn't sure how she was feeling but between the warmth from the wine, the exhaustion from the day and the ease with which they were chatting he had a nice glow going. He stretched his feet out under the table and accidentally bumped hers. Apologizing he started to pull his foot away but it was held firmly in place when she slipped hers on top of his. Their eyes met over the top of the menus and she reached across the table and ran a finger down the back of his hand. Without letting her gaze slip from his she slid out of the booth and slipped over onto his side of the table. She leaned over and whispered to him. "Forgive me for being so bold but I have to tell you that red wine makes me horny as fuck. I'd really like to order an appetizer, finish this glass then get out of here. If we don't leave after this glass I'm going to have to get on my knees under the table and suck your cock right here." She slipped a hand into his crotch to grope his swelling cock. The decision to not put on underwear now seemed like a mistake. If he had to stand up to go to the washroom he was going to have to drape a napkin in front. Quickly recovering from his initial shock he said, "Bold is good with me. I will warn you, however, that if you don't take your hand off the goods very soon I'm likely going to have a rather embarrassing wet spot in my jeans when we get up to leave." She removed her hand and grabbed his guiding it under her skirt and onto her panties. "You mean wet like this?" she asked and his cock almost burst his zipper. The bartender returned and asked if they'd made any decisions. Rather than make it obvious he kept his hand where it was as he stumbled through an order of escargot and calamari. When his one finger made a nervous twitch he felt her push against it and heard her exhale a little too loudly. The waiter smiled at him and said, "I'll tell the chef to make it snappy." "Thank you," he said, a little too loudly. When the bartender had gone he started to pull his hand from between her legs but she clamped it in place with one hand and pulled her panties to one side with the other and pushed his finger between her lips, groaning softly. "God you're soaked," he said slid his finger between her hot, wet labia. "Mmm, if I'd known I was going to have this much red wine I would have raided my samples and put on a panty liner. Usually I have one glass then head to my room for a little porn and my trusty rabbit." "We're more alike than I thought." He moved his finger up slightly and found her swollen clit then swirled his finger lightly around it. She clamped onto his hand, squeezed her legs tight and several shudders ran through her body. After a minute of being held in place and feeling her vibrations she released his hand and turned to him. "Thank you," she said. "That will keep me from ripping your clothes off until we make it back upstairs." She leaned in and nibbled on his ear. "When was the last time you had sex? I don't mean masturbation or the wham-bam type but good, intense, incredible sex." Her hand slipped down to his rock hard cock again. He thought about it and honestly could not remember. "It has been awhile. Let's see, divorced two years ago and sleeping on my own for at least a year before that. Since the divorce I've had a few wham-bam sessions but they were all paid for, if you know what I mean. How about you?" "I learned to stay away from bars and particularly red wine in bars very quickly after my divorce. I know I could go out and get fucked anytime but I'm not into married guys and the younger guys have no clue. All they want is to do the deed and hit the road. I tried the paid route too and they're definitely more attentive but the fire isn't there. So, yeah, I can't really remember either." "If you stay away from bars and red wine, what are we doing here?" She pulled up his left hand. "No wedding ring, you offered a glass of wine, we're about the same age, I was totally wiped out after today and even before the wine I wanted something more than my rabbit tonight. Right place, right time." The bartender was a man of his word and he was back with their appetizers in no time. He struggled to keep up to her in wolfing down some food and finishing up the wine. She was obviously ravenous and he was reasonably sure it wasn't just for food and wine. He signed the tab onto his room and she didn't offer much in the way of protest. They were both ready to get out of there. The exhaustion he felt in the lobby earlier was gone and they almost dashed across to the elevators. Thankfully his erection had died down so he could walk in public without an unsightly bulge. But it didn't take long to return as soon as the elevator doors closed. They had no sooner decided his room was closer and hit the button for the fifth floor when she pulled him into her arms and locked onto his lips. Their tongues explored and introduced themselves to each other while she cupped the cheeks of his ass in her hands. He pulled free, yanked her blouse free of her skirt and let his hands slide up to her breasts. He hadn't focused on them earlier and the looseness of her blouse had hidden their now obvious size. They were firm and full and the nipples stood at attention through her bra. As he fumbled to slide his hands underneath he discovered that it had a front clasp and he quickly unhooked it. She gasped as both of his hands found a nipple and gently squeezed and twisted them. They hadn't been paying attention to anything but each other until they felt the elevator stop and heard the doors slide open. Thankfully the hallway was clear and they practically sprinted down the hall to his door. He fumbled with the keycard and cursed it again when he couldn't get the door open. Meanwhile she was working on his belt and when it let go she started fumbling with his button and zipper. If he couldn't get the fucking door open he was sure she was going to pull out his penis right here in the hall. Finally he noticed he had the card upside down, reversed it and heard the lock click. They stepped into his room just as she released his aching penis from his jeans, which fell to the floor with the rest of his clothes. He started to apologize for the mess but she obviously wasn't concerned. She was staring at his package and running both hands over his balls and his cock. She was obviously distracted so he took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse to set the girls free then sprung the clasp on her skirt and pulled down the zipper. He'd stepped out of his jeans and loafers so he was standing there naked but for a golf shirt and she was in front of him in a pair of lace panties, an open bra and blouse with her skirt pooled at her feet. "This is amazing," she said, still staring at his throbbing cock and running her hands around and over it. A couple of the paid ladies he'd entertained had commented on his package and how it was much bigger than average but he'd always thought that was just part of their act. He'd never really had the opportunity or desire to openly compare his to other guys. He lifted a breast to his mouth, pulling the erect nipple in and swirling his tongue over it. "So are these but if you don't stop what you're doing you're going to have a mess in your hands," he said as he switched to the other nipple. She let go and grabbed the bottom of his golf shirt lifting it over his head then shrugged off her blouse and bra. She locked onto his mouth again and pressed her swollen breasts against his chest walking him backwards towards the empty bed. When the back of his legs hit the bed he let himself fall backwards, pulling her down on top of him. His cock was pulsating between them and she let loose from his mouth and pulled one of his nipples into her mouth. She nibbled one then the other with just enough tooth action to send shockwaves of pleasure not pain through his body. Then she was down at his belly blowing and licking her way down. He knew where she was headed and it was obvious that was where she wanted to go. His friend was sticking straight up at her but she bypassed him and went for his testicles and scrotum. First he could feel her hot breath as cupped and admired his sack. He groaned when he felt her light kisses then her tongue work its way over his aching nuts and up to the base of his shaft. She ran her tongue up the full length of his underside. When she took his head into the heat of her mouth he let out a growl and it was all he could do to keep from filling her mouth with what he knew would be a huge load of semen. He wasn't ready to let go yet so he pulled himself out of her mouth and rolled her onto her back. It was his turn to start at the top and work down. He kissed her lips and tasted some of his saltiness on her tongue. She writhed and groaned when he nibbled and blew gently on her neck and earlobes. Then it was on to her gorgeous breasts, flattened somewhat from being on her back but large and firm enough to make nice pillows on her chest. The nipples were easy to find, sticking a good half inch from her areolas and he returned the favour using his teeth and some solid suction as she pushed them hard against his lips. When he reached her belly he could feel her whole body quivering in anticipation of what he was about to find. If he thought her panties were wet before he hadn't seen anything. The stain had spread up to the front of her mound and disappeared between her legs towards her butt. When he pulled them off and she opened her legs he could smell her sex wafting to his nostrils. Her pubic mound was neatly trimmed but not completely without hair and he liked that. A woman should have some hair there even if it sometimes had to be picked out of your teeth. Her labia were full, red and glistening. He traced the right side of her mound with the tip of his tongue, under her lips and back up the left side, listening to her quickening breath and low moans. The smell was incredible and a trickle of opaque juice dripped from her lips and ran towards her anus. It was obvious she couldn't wait any longer and neither could he...he had to taste her. He dropped his mouth over her labia and sucked them hard into his mouth running his tongue between her lips then letting them pop out from between his. Now they were open, like the spreading wings of a butterfly, and he could clearly see the shiny, pink of her pussy. He ran his tongue over the inside of her savouring the smell and the taste. As a kid an older boy had explained to him how pussy smelled like fish and tasted like chicken. The kid obviously wasn't very experienced. This pussy smelled like a kind of musk but with a light citrus aroma mixed in and the taste was a combination of sweet and salty. It was apparent that she looked after that part of her body when it came to hygiene because there was nothing fishy there. Now she was grinding into him and when he looked up over her mound she had a breast in each hand and looked like she might just pull a nipple right off. He dove in licking from her anus straight to her clitoris with the full width of his tongue like a kid enjoying an ice cream cone. She rocked and moaned and thrust at him every time his tongue ran over her clit. He knew it wouldn't take much and decided he wanted her cum in his mouth right then so he thrust two fingers between her lips and curved them up to her front wall to massage her textured G-spot. He found it easily and she pushed hard against his fingers rocking with his back and forth motion. As soon as he had her rhythm down he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked it in swirling his tongue around and over her engorged nub. "Oh God, yes," she cried. "Don't stop. Oh, shit, please don't stop." If the neighbours were sleeping they wouldn't be now but he did as he was instructed and massaged her G-spot with two curled fingers while tonguing the hood around her clitoris. She had obviously let go of her tits and now had his head clamped hard against her vagina, rocking and twisting...making him work to keep his fingers in place and his tongue on target. Then it stopped. All the motion ceased except for his fingers and tongue as she mashed his face into her pussy and froze. He could feel the muscles in her legs contract around his ears and her fingers tightening around clumps of his hair. The sound that came from her throat was a combination of a growl and a squeal an 'errrrrreeeeee' that he had never heard before. Then she released. Her legs let go of his head and her hands went back to her nipples while she bucked against his mouth. He released her lips and drew in a breath that he desperately needed but her hands were back on his head jamming his face back against her sopping pussy. She pushed him away then pulled him in several times as she rocked and thrust on the bed. And it was done. The strength went out of her arms and legs and she lay like a rag doll. An adult rag doll with legs spread and pussy dripping. Another Business Trip He knew better than to go back for her clit when she finally release him and just placed gentle kisses and blew lightly on the skin of her thighs and her pubis. Every one caused a shudder. God she smelled so good and the site of her swollen dripping lips was incredible he just wanted to stay between her legs until she recovered and was ready for another go. But she had other ideas. She cupped his face in her hands and pulled gently wanting him face to face again. They kissed and she tongued her juice from his nose, chin and cheeks then pushed him onto his back. "Your turn," she whispered and lowered her lips to his cock. He could feel his swollen prick twitching and throbbing as she hovered over it. She smiled at him and mumbled something about this not taking long. He knew she was right. It was all he could do to keep from exploding on her face before she even got her mouth on him. When she put her mouth on him she went for broke, sliding down the length of his shaft. She almost had it all but she let out a gagging gurgle and eased back up until she just had the head in her mouth while her tongue washed over it and up his tiny slit. She released him and dropped to his sack, bathing it with her tongue then lapping up the tender underside of his cock before taking him almost fully down her throat again. She gripped his testicles in one hand, gently applying pressure then releasing as if trying to milk the seed from them. Her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base and squeezed hard as she started bobbing up and down on his shaft, swirling her tongue over the head before plunging back down again. That was it. He had been fighting the desire, the need to let go and he could not hold any longer. "I'm cumming," he muttered and tried to lift her head from his soon to burst penis. He felt it move back and forth as she shook her head with his member firmly in her mouth and not missing an up and down beat. He dropped his hands to his sides and grabbed onto the bedding as his hips thrust up to meet her mouth. Explode and drop to the bed, thrust, explode and drop to the bed. Her motion had stopped except for a gentle movement of her tongue under his head as she kept him tightly between her lips despite his thrusts and releases. When he was finally done he opened his eyes and they met hers. They flashed a smile at him with his penis still between her lips and glob of semen running from one corner of her mouth. He slipped his hands under her arms and pulled her up on top of his vibrating body. "That's not your first time at the particular rodeo," he said. "How could you tell?" She had a smirk on her face and looked so fucking hot with his cum starting to hang a little from her chin. "The way you eased off at the moment of truth. Some women seem to think that's the time to really go at it but I'm sure they don't want me doing the 'faster, harder' on their clit at the height of their orgasm. Come here, you missed some." He pulled her close and ran his tongue up her chin sucking up his own juice then kissing her hard on the lips and feeding it to her. "Nice," she said, "a man who isn't afraid of his own cum. I like that." "I figure if I expect a lady to taste I should be willing to do so myself. Besides, if you're relied on old righty here for as long as I have then you get a little curious and end up using you tongue instead of a paper towel to clean up sometimes." She pushed herself back and hovered over him looking into his eyes with her gorgeous breasts hanging above his chest. He pulled his hands free from his sides and cupped them, gently squeezing and massaging their fullness and tweaking her still pointing nipples. She reached back and pulled his penis up so it lay flat on his belly then lowered her labia until they straddled his exhausted meat. She slid gently back and forth on his flaccid cock and put her hands over his helping him massage her breasts. "Keep that up and I'm going to need more." She winked at him then reached down and started pulling and tweaking his nipples. "Keep that up and I'm going to give you more." He could feel the familiar tingle in his scrotum that meant there was hope for another round. It had been awhile since he'd been horny enough to go twice. The escorts he'd hired had always been half-hearted and you could tell that all they wanted was to scoop up their cash and send you on your way. Not exactly inspiring when it came to getting it up again. "Don't make promises you can't keep." She pulled one of her breasts free from his hand, twisted the nipple up towards her mouth that bent down and started sucking and biting it without shifting her eyes from his. "Never." And he knew he was telling the truth. The intensity of her gaze, the way her mouth was working her own nipple and the persistent back and forth of her vagina on his penis was making him hard again. He could feel his heart beating and the blood flowing down to his groin. From the look in her eye he could tell she could feel it too. She lowered her breast so the nipples brushed against his and he seized the opportunity to pull one up to his mouth. She sighed lightly and he felt her lift off his now fully erect penis and start to tease the head with the warmth inside her lips. Every time he lifted his hips to try to slip inside she smiled and moved slightly so the head of his cock rubbed her clit instead of sliding into her. "I want to fuck you," he said and it came out a little too much like a plea. "I know you do and I want you to but I have to get nice and wet before I'm going to be able to fit that giant cock of yours inside me." He laughed. "First, I can feel how soaked you are right now and second, my cock is not that big." "Hmm, I heard that the way to a man's cock is through his ego." She lifted her hips off of him, positioned herself so her lips were teasing his head again but this time she sank slowly down on top of him until he was deep inside her hot, wet pussy. "I think you could very easily find your way to any cock you wanted without stroking anyone's ego." It was her turn to laugh. "There are other things I'd rather stroke." She began to rock her hips both back and forth and in a circular motion at the same time and he could feel tight warmth gliding over his prick. He thrust to meet her motions and she closed her eyes, moaning lightly. "God you feel so good inside me. You fill me up." She rode him cowgirl for some time. No urgency, her rocking and him thrusting until she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Do you mind if I cum again? I mean I'm close and I know if I position myself just right I am going let go." "I would love to stare into your eyes as you orgasm," he said. "And I'm reasonably sure that will be enough to set me off too but this doesn't happen to me so I don't have any condoms. I've had a vasectomy but..." "I want you to cum inside me," she said, with no hesitation. "If I thought you weren't clean I wouldn't have swallowed the mouthful you gave me. I want to feel your juice and your warmth let go deep inside my body." She adjusted her position, leaning forward slightly so her clit was rubbing against his pubic hair as she continued to rock. He reached up and touched her cheeks, running his fingers over her eyebrows, down her nose and across her lips. She opened her mouth and took two of his fingers in, letting her tongue play. He felt the increasing urgency of her breathing and her thrusts and he let himself relax into the motion knowing that he too was coming close. She rocked, he thrust until the rhythm made him feel like they were one body building to one orgasm and when he could hold on no longer she let go too and dropped her chest to his, grinding against his pubis until her orgasm subsided. She rolled onto her side and he did likewise so they were facing each other. He reached between her legs and felt the warmth and stickiness of both of their juices seeping from inside her. And they lay that way, holding each other's nakedness until their eyes closed and they drifted into a peaceful sleep. When he awoke she was gone. Besides the smell of sex in the room and the crust on his hand and penis there was no sign she had been here. He cursed himself for being so stupid and not getting even a room number so he could take her to breakfast. He rolled over and climbed out of bed to get ready for another numbing day of meetings. Then he noticed it beside the TV. It was written on the hotel notepaper and had nothing more than a phone number plus a list of cities and dates. It was her schedule. Today's meetings wouldn't be so bad after all. He had something to look forward to tonight. He absolutely had to start emailing clients and adjusting his call schedule.