0 comments/ 117477 views/ 4 favorites I Shouldn't By: Captain Steve I Shouldn't... "I shouldn't be doing this." "Want me to leave?" "In a bit Dave. But what the heck, finish your wine." "Good, I'm enjoying it--and the conversation." "Did you get your car all the way in our garage with the door shut? Neighbors you know." "Yeah, car's hidden. Guess I'd like another glass of wine too, if you have it." "Coming up. I shouldn't say this, but relax. Sit on the couch for a few minutes." "Cathy?" "Yeah." "I'm not sure what to do next." "Me neither. I, er, well, we shouldn't be doing this at all." "I said I would leave soon." "No harm done...so far. I shouldn't be saying this, but stay just a tiny bit longer. I'm enjoying the evening---so, what would you have done next, if you were going to stay? " "Well, as I remember from my days in college, as the great seducer of women, I would need to turn the lights down low, put on some soft music and ask you to join me on the couch?" " Pretty complicated stuff. Ok, I shouldn't say this, but we could just act like we are going to...uh... I'm turning the lights down. Is jazz ok?" "I love it." "Ok, I'm sitting on the couch next to you." "You smell so good." "Wow Dave. You get points for that. You must have been good in college." "So I'm doing ok?" "Better than I expected. Oops, guess that didn't come out just right?" "I know Jim and I heard you and Lindsey talking about us." "Those two. What do you suppose they're up to?" "I'm sure they're not having half as much fun." "Agreed. Are you having fun?" "Yes. But I'm not sure what to do again. Somehow I just can't grab you and start a mad passionate kiss." "Remember we aren't going any further." "Yeah, I know." " Dave, I shouldn't be saying this, but if we were, what would you really do next if you weren't going to leave?" "Well, if we weren't just talking, I... let's see...I notice you aren't wearing a bra, so I guess I would put out my hand and touch your breasts." "Just like that. Not even try to kiss me first?" "Kissing is for...I'm not sure. Cathy we're not falling in love. We're having an affair. Is that the right word? Actually we're not, but if we were, it's not cheating since Jim and Lindsey are doing the same thing and know what we are doing, or thinking of doing. So would it be an affair or a sexual encounter, or what? Anyway that's why I probably wouldn't start with a kiss. Does this make sense? "No." "I didn't think so." "Anyway, now that we've agreed that we've gone as far as we're going to, tell me again, without any preliminaries, you would just reach over and touch my breasts? Not asking permission or anything?" "Like I said, I'm out of practice. Not too cool, I guess." "Not too cool." "Well, I never was too good at it. Well, my wine is about gone." "Dave." "Yes." "Would you like some more wine?" "Yes." "Dave." "Yes." "I shouldn't be saying this, but would you like to touch my, uh...them? "More than anything." "I'm really surprised. I thought you would ask me to dance or something and sort of to try to grope me. Then we'd get into some big clinch, just like you said. I just couldn't see doing that either. I don't love you. Strange, all week I was thinking it would be nice, actually, more than nice, okay, even a real turn on to...to have...ah...do it with you, but somehow kissing wasn't something I wanted. So I was kind of nervous about that. I never expected you to say you would just touch me. It's so clinical. Makes sex seem more impersonal. The passion can be there, but not the emotional attachment. All sort of reduced to the lowest common denominator. Or as you guys call it sport f'ing. " "Cathy?" "Yes." "What are you talking about?" "I don't know. We're both talking too much. Putting off decisions I guess." "I promise I won't kiss you." "Ah, a real gentleman." "So?" "So what?" "So, do you want me to touch you?" "Oh me. I shouldn't be saying this, but do it slowly. There's just enough light. I want to watch your hands. I'm just testing my theory of clinical sex with the emotion removed." "I understand." "No you don't. You just want to touch my boobs. I don't understand what I just said myself." "Ok, watch my hand." "Slowly, slowly you're almost to them...Ohh, that feels good." "Damn, your nipples are hard." "Yes." "More?" "No, stop." "Damn that was fun. Your breasts are firm and nice or actually beautiful and soft and...hell, here I am as excited as a teenager copping a feel from his first girl." "So, I guess we're done. Well, clinically speaking, I don't feel so bad. No harm done. We haven't exactly 'done it' or anything that we shouldn't." "I'm going to unbutton your dress. I see the buttons go all the way down." " My, my, getting bold aren't we?" "Purely scientific Cathy. Just another experiment. Let's see how you feel as I undo each one." I shouldn't be saying this, but yes, undo the first four. Do it slowly. I want to watch. But just the first four, you understand." "One." "I'm still calm." "Two." "Feeling detached." "Three." "Tingling a little. I see your hands are very steady. "Four. I can see half of each breast." "I shouldn't be saying this, but, open it...slowly. Perhaps we could continue the experiment just a little and... "There they are. Damn they're beautiful. Such pretty little rosy nipples." "They sag." "No...perfect...I'm going to put a little wine on each one and lick it off." "Oh no, no, no, stop...yes, please. Slowly now. I'm watching your hands again. You're touching my nipple. Your tongue. It's going to my nipple...no...and...and ohh.OH MY GOD, OHHH. NOT ALREADY. "Damn. You went?" "A little. I can't believe it." "Hmmm, didn't know I was that good?" "Shut up. I shouldn't be saying this, but I have another nipple that needs attention. Yes, there. Like that. More. Oh." "Dave, I shouldn't say this, but I see you're excited." "Yes. It's your fault of course." "Yes, I'm guilty Dave. I excited you on purpose." "Well?" "Well what?" "Cathy are you going to leave me like this? Remember, it's your fault I'm excited." "I can't..." "Yes you can. Just move your hand and we can watch it like we watched mine. Clinically speaking of course." "Just another little experiment?" "That's it." "Well I shouldn't, but lay back on the couch. Ok, see my hand it's moving towards your uh... what shall I call it?" "Zipper?" "Yes, thanks. See, I'm touching your knee and slowly moving my hand up your thigh, right at your zipper. There, one finger is on your zipper. I'm tracing the outline of your...uh..." "Cock?" "Oh yes that's the word. Oh my, it's more excited. I shouldn't be doing this." "Do you want to stop?" "Just a little more. And maybe, I shouldn't be saying this, but think I'll unzip you. Just an experiment, of course. Want to see the clinical reaction." "Just like that Cathy? You're not going to kiss me first?" "Quite. No I won't kiss you. I only kiss my husband. Did that sound strange? Oh, the zipper is stuck. Shift your hips a little--there. Oh my. Clinically speaking...oh my. Silly white cotton shorts. And I see the excitement has increased?" "Well yeah. Good looking women unzips my pants." "So, it doesn't bother you that she's married to your good friend?" "No, matter of fact it makes it more fun...exciting...erotic, whatever, thinking that your Jim is probably screwing my Lindsey as we speak." "Do you think so?" "If I know Lindsey, and I do, it doesn't take much to get her going." "And what about me?" "Cathy, this is one of the most erotic evenings I've ever spent." "Oohhhh, more points. I shouldn't be saying this, but look, my finger is caught in the little flap in your cute, white-cotton shorts." "How about that." "These flaps are so funny. Maybe, I'll just slip my finger inside." "Uhhhh." "You like that?" "Yes, you could slip it in further." "No way." "Oh." "But, I shouldn't be saying this-if you were to shift your hips again, I could..." "Like this?" "Yes." "Oh your belt is kind of tight. Help me get it. There, I can do it now. A little higher. Hmm, guess I'll have to actually pull your pants down--kind of hard to do the underwear alone-help me-there, that's better. My Dave, that's very impressive. Seems like it's gotten bigger." "Thanks." "Don't mention it. I know I shouldn't do this, but since you were so nice and made me feel so good when you, ah, sort of, ah licked my boob, maybe I could sort of put my fingers around it like this and, oh yes, you seem to... I'll just move my hand and... "Oh damn , that's nice." "Dave, I shouldn't say this but I'm a little tangled up, if you wanted to sort of, kind of, ah... "Unbutton the bottom of your dress? "Well yes." " Ok, one, two three... "That's nice. Is that your hand I see under my skirt?" "Yes." "I should stop you. I see it moving up and, oh it does feel good, it's moving... "Cathy." "Yes." "Shift your hips. I'm going to pull your panties off." "No Dave you can't to that. I shouldn't let you." "Cathy, put your feet on the floor and pull up, rotate your hips---yes I have them." " Dave, I shouldn't have done...Oh God your hand is on my....stop, no, yes, stop, no, no, nooooooooo..." "Cathy?" "Are you okay?" "Oh, yes, very. That never happened to me twice in a row like that." "Cathy, stand up. Turn your back to me." "You mean... I shouldn't, oh damn. Oh Dave. I can't." "Yes you can. Just for a moment." "What are you doing?" "I'm pulling up your dress in the back. I'm folding it up so it won't get wrinkled." "Such a thoughtful man. "Now sit on my lap." But I'll be almost naked when I sit on your ah thing it's out and… I shouldn't...but maybe just a little...' "Carefully, slowly, I'll put myself between your legs so that we don't accidentally..." "Dave this is hard on my legs. I'm going to have to sit all the...oops feels like you sort of accidentally went into me a little..." "Do you want to get up?" "Yes, I have to. I'm married. But my thighs are a little cramped. I can't. Stop. No. Oh, yes. I shouldn't...more, harder. Oh my god you slipped all the way in. It feels so different than...but so good--oh no, we're..." "Yes we are." "Dave, we shouldn't be doing this." "Yes we should." "No, I shouldn't let you do this. Just sit. Don't move. We can't. Damn you're moving. Stop. No. Don't do more. Put your hands on my boobs. No don't. Oh my god now we're...Dave, you're fucking me. You're not my husband. It's been a long time since another man... I shouldn't...more...now...yes like that...can't stop...push...more, oh Dave, Dave, Dave yes, yes, Yessssssss. "Ok Cathy?" "More than okay-you're still hard? Then since we've already...move, more, there, the feeling is so, don't stop, yes. I didn't think it would feel this good. There, now more, more, moreeeeeee..." ********************* "Dave, you still awake?" "Yes." "That was nice." "Thanks." "Bet Jim and Lindsey didn't have that much fun." "I wouldn't think so." "Dave." "Yes" "I know it's only been about thirty minutes, but can you get it up again?" "Maybe." "I know I shouldn't do this, but maybe if moved down and kissed it and..." "Cathy." "Yes." "Wonderful idea. Just thinking of your kissing it is working already. And I know I shouldn't say this, but I think it's a little late for you to keep saying---I shouldn't. I Shouldn't... "Come here, baby?" he says. Less hopeful, like he used to be, and more demanding. "What for?" I ask somewhat dismissively. He smiles that evil smile. "Come here," he moves to the bed, so do I. "You're so pretty," he whispers and he kisses my lips gently. "Strip." "Strip?" I ask. Him being so direct isn't unusual, but I'm still easily embarrassed, and he knows it. "Yess." He says, snake like. His hands fall slowly from my face and hair to my shoulders before they graze my breasts over my clothes; I still blush horribly, falling further to rest on my hips. "Strip." he repeats. I look into his eyes, seeing the man I know; then move my own hands to the top button of my blouse. I undo one after the other without any fanfare. I know his eyes are following my hands. It makes me a little nervous, as if I haven't done this before. Once they're all undone, he takes my hands in his and kisses my neck. "So pretty," he sighs then sucks lightly. It feels really nice. I mean, really nice. It gives me that butterfly feeling. He's so sweet, so I lean into him. He makes me so wet, and he knows that. He moves back a bit again; I know he wants me to continue, I do too, so I do. I slide my blouse over my shoulders, and am suddenly very cold. My nipples tighten. Bras aren't much use usually. I don't mean anything improper by it, they're just not comfortable. His hands drop mine smoothly and squeeze my breasts tightly. I blush again and move away a bit. It wasn't at all hard enough to hurt, but I wasn't expecting that at all either. He's smiling as he says "sorry" and thumbs my nipples before caressing my breasts way more gently and kissing my lips again. I do like that. I open my mouth, just a little, and our tongues meet, just a little. That's So exciting, I can barely help myself. I hold him close to me, and he does the same. His hands go from my breasts to my back. He rubs slowly, then puts his thumbs between the elastic waistband of my skirt and panties and my hips. He goes back to sucking my neck, and moves his hands, panties and all, down more. Then my collarbone, right where I like it. That's good too. I sigh, and I can feel him smile. Then he kisses the top of one of my breasts, and looks up. He's so evil, he's so good. He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks as he was doing on my neck just moments ago. I have to admit, my breath might be getting a little heaver at this point. He kisses my stomach, and I run my fingers through his hair. It's always so soft and so nice. I like this part best, almost. With him kissing my stomach and me just, almost, petting him. It's so nice and intimate and innocent. It makes me feel a lot more then you think it would. It gives me those butterflies, I always get so wet. Of course, he's on his knees now, and my last few garments that were protecting my modesty are now at my knees too. He pushes them to the floor. "Step out." he orders quietly. I obey, of course. He pushes them away and moves close to my... His hands on my thighs. I sigh and blush and cover my face. He laughs, he's so evil. "Move your legs apart a bit, baby." he says, so calm. I do, and he takes his hand right to my.. you know, and caresses so nice and soft. It feels good... "Like this, baby?" He asks. "Yes." I respond, still blushing. "Yes what?" he inquires with mock innocence. "I... I like it.." I whisper back. "Sorry, what?" He's so evil. "I... like that. I like you touching my... um... my... pussy... like that..." I stutter and whisper the word he likes, I'm so nervous! and for no reason. "Is this all you want?" he asks. Obviously not. He's only rubbing the surface... obviously i want... more... "..No.." I say quietly. "What do you want then? What should I do, right now?" "I..." I sigh, defeated, "put a finger in, a bit, maybe, and, rub my, um... clit... please..." blushing again, with him grinning again, he does as I ask. It feels crazy good, my knees get weak; I can't help it. Just that much, I could come so soon. I take two fingers inside me, as usual, when he moves the one attending my clitoris away. It's good, his are bigger than mine. I, so obscenely, drape a leg over his shoulder, and he... takes his tongue to replace his finger. It's such a different feeling. It's wetter and warmer, and moves in an entirely different way. I like it, I like it so much. He just flicks his tongue back and forth while his fingers move in time, in and out, and, God. My knees were weak before, I can't take this. I am breathing heavily now, no denying that. Sighing and even moaning. Biting the tip of one of my fingers, my other hand placed on his unoccupied shoulder to steady myself. I'm so vulgar, only he could ever see me like this. When I'm nearing my climax, if I came standing I really would fall, he stops. "Get on the bed, pretty." he tells me. I obey, again, far more eager this time though, it's so lewd, but God, it's so good. I lie down and open my legs, knees bent, showing all of myself to him. I'm embarrassed, but, it's nice. He just rubs me with his palm and kisses my stomach first. He knows how much I like that. Then, as I'm sighing and gasping, he goes back to what he was doing. With his talented fingers and the delicate flicking of his tongue. I bite my finger and cover my face and the feelings intensify. My breaths becoming more shallow and rapid, my body begins to tremble, my thighs quaking. I try to hold back, I do. I want it, but, it's wrong. It's good, what he's doing, and, Oh God, I just can't... I break, moaning loudly. I cover my mouth more and move my knees higher. Most of my body moves involuntarily, my back arches and my breast are pushed towards the ceiling. It's so obscene, it's so good. When I get control of myself back, and my breathing starts to go back to normal, though I'm still trembling and I can feel my wetness dripping down onto the sheets, he crawls up me, between my open legs. I smile at him. He kisses my lips. "Look at you, pretty baby" he says, feeling my wetness. I'm depraved, but I'm not ashamed. Even if I should be, or would be in any other case. He places his finger, wet with my... liquids... on my lips. I open my mouth for him and suck, his finger, but, myself, for him. He smiles his wicked smile. I blush, and smile back. Its, so wrong. But he makes it all okay. Better than okay. It's always, amazing. I may be going to hell, but, it's worth it. He nuzzles my cheek. I like that. His... cock... is pressed against me. I should be disgusted, but... I love his. He's so good to me. It'll be his turn to experience that beautifully immoral feeling now. I Shouldn't Have Rob is one of the best friends I have. We used to work together in an oppressive and dull corporate call centre, between calls we would make each other laugh and support each other through the boredom. I grew very close to him when he joined my team, and I could always feel a slight sexual charge between us, he would rest his leg against mine when I showed him something on my PC, or he’d tell me about the girls he was attracted to in explicit detail and watch my reaction. I never wanted to admit it made me slightly jealous. I live with my boyfriend in a very sensible and safe relationship, and to say that Paul and Rob don’t get on would be something of an understatement, I have to keep them apart and discourage Paul from joining me when I go out if I know Rob will be there. I have to endure Rob’s comments too, snide little remarks about Paul that I don’t need to hear, but while I defend my boyfriend I realised I could never admit that I love Paul in front of Rob, my defence would usually be: “Oh stop it; I live with the guy don’t I? I’m very fond of him!” Rob left work a few weeks ago, leaving me with few people I get on with, and certainly no one as well as Rob. He’s leaving town in a few weeks to study and follow his dreams, or so he says. I will miss him an awful lot, more now I think about last Friday. I went out to a leaving party, all Rob’s friends were seeing him off and I know a few of them so I agreed to come along, I wanted to say goodbye, although I’d probably see him before he left town. The party was held in a familiar pub, we go there often, usually on a Friday, to relax and let the work stress go. I’m not a big drinker but I found myself exploring the cocktail menu with my friend Rachel. We were sat squashed in on one of the tables rather tipsy and laughing at the ‘men’ who were displaying testosterone and egos by telling stories about fights and showing off scars. I was opposite Rob, and while he was joining in he was not as enthusiastic as usual, he kept glancing at me, and I felt his foot pressing against my leg, urging me to provide physical contact, although his expression and face didn’t show it. I don’t know whether it was the drink or my attraction to him, that appeared to grow by the second but I pushed back, sliding my leg further under the table and rubbing my foot against his. Later on, I wasn’t much more drunk, I had started to alternate between lemonade and white wine to keep myself in check, I hate being drunk and out of control. We had started dancing and Rachel had found a bloke to gyrate against as she usually does, leaving me with the choice to hope someone would come to my rescue or leave the dance floor and chat to my seated friends. I am not the most graceful or sexy of dancers and I was beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable. I was just about to leave and it down when I felt a body press up close behind me and wrap their arms around my waist. Startled I looked over my shoulder and realised Rob, swaying a little from the drink was holding me. I relaxed visibly, in the way that drink makes all movements slightly exaggerated. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked “Yeah,” I replied. “I lost Rachel, as per usual” Rob glanced over to the slim brunette who was now kissing her chosen guy enthusiastically; I guessed I wouldn’t see her for the rest of the night. “Leave her” Rob said “you know what she’s like, we’ll have our own fun” I felt a thrill race through me. Did he just mean we were having a good time, or more? I felt a guilty pang at the thought of Paul at home, probably in bed by now. “Yeah,” I answered, “let’s have fun.” Rob smiled and we carried on dancing for a while, Rob always staying behind me. “Do you want another drink?” he shouted over the music. I glanced down at the empty glass I was clutching. “Ok, Sure, White wine thanks” He pushed through the crowd to the bar, and returned a minute later, holding his wallet. “I gotta go to the cash machine,” he said, “wanna keep me company; it’s a bit of a trek?” I shrugged and agreed, thinking I could do with some fresh air, and followed him out of the pub. We walked swiftly to the machine, me trying to keep up with his long stride, I’m at least a foot shorter than him. We stopped at the machine and he withdrew £30 enough to see him through to closing time, he motioned me to use it and I pulled out my card. My cash card is worn, it has a mind of its own, I keep thinking I should get it replaced. While I was stood at the machine trying to convince the card that the PIN I was typing in was right, I felt Rob’s arm encircle my waist again. This time more tightly, he was pressed right up close to me, he started stroking my bare arm with the other hand and I paused at the machine, guiltily enjoying the sensations for a moment, not wanting to move and break the spell. He started to kiss my neck, now I knew it, he’d broken the friendship boundary and he wanted more, and by God I wanted him. I pulled my useless card from the machine and turned to face him. He paused for a moment and kissed me for the first time, I could feel his tongue stud against my mouth, it was pure lust, I needed him, and he told me everything in that kiss. He needed me too. “Let’s go to mine” he whispered, nibbling my ear. I nodded in submission, I would have followed him to Timbuktu at that moment. We made the short journey to his flat, and fell to kissing as soon as we entered the door. He probed my mouth with his tongue and I made little darting licks to his lips. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled it back, exposing my neck. He explored that too, licking and sucking, but gentle enough, I noticed not to leave any marks that Paul could find. I silently thanked him for that, this was clearly a one night stand, and I didn’t want to jeopardise the long term thing that I had at home. He slipped one strap of my top off my shoulder exposing the top of my breast, I hadn’t worn a bra, and my tits are big enough that they provide enough support on their own when I wear a tight top. He moaned slightly and pulled the top up, changing his mind and taking the whole thing off in one go. I was half naked now, and Rob was sucking my nipples and pressing my breasts together with his hands. He turned me around, clearly in control and knelt behind me. He undid my skirt and pulled it down around my ankles, running one finger lightly over my panty clad pussy lips, feeling the contours and the slight damp spot. I stepped out of the heap of clothes on the floor and bent to shift off my socks and shoes. In doing so my panties pulled tighter across my pussy, a sight that he clearly enjoyed. He put one hand on my back and pushed me forward so I was bent over, and he pushed my legs further apart. I guessed I looked like a total slut, a notion I’d always enjoyed. He pulled the crotch of my underwear to one side and started tonguing my shaved and aching pussy. I moaned, Paul had always had a problem with licking me, he didn’t like the taste, but Rob loved every second. He inserted a finger and inched it inside me, making me squirm and sigh. He took my wrist and led me to his bed, laying me down on my back he kneeled once again on the floor, he resumed his oral exploration and now employed his thumb, rubbing it over my clit, making the heat in my body rise. He stood and removed his clothes, taking care with his boxers to slowly reveal his thick 7” erection. I smiled and sat up. With extreme care and attention I took him into my mouth, feeling him sag slightly with relief. I dragged my lips up and down his shaft, licking the tip briefly when I got to the top. He murmured that he didn’t want to come and lay down on the bed next to me. He returned his attention to my breast and stroked them and nibbled them, as though he wanted to imprint them into his mind. “Do you want me now?” he asked “Yes” I sighed, “please, now” “You want it bad?” he growled. I knew this game, and I loved it. I straddled him and lowered my pussy against the tip of his cock. His hands on my waist restraining me. “So bad Rob, let me have it?” “Have you been good?” he hissed, writhing against temptation to just let me sit down. “No” I said, truthfully. He grinned evilly “Then you can have it” he said, “I know you’re a bad girl, now take it” I sat down slowly, revelling in every inch of his solid cock, sliding luxuriously into me, and leaned forward to kiss him. He placed a hand on my arse and guided me, telling me what rhythm he needed. I was only too happy to oblige. Our motions grew more intense as I reached my climax, I gripped his body with my knees and panted, not concentrating on my breathing. He smacked me a few times, hard on my arse, letting me know who was in control. He pushed up to meet me with every stroke, until I came, feeling my virginal muscles grip his solid member. He stroked my hair roughly as I collapsed on top of him, and he kissed me again. “Good?” he whispered, I could only nod. When I had got my breath back he slid out from under me and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. Placing himself behind me he lined his cock up against me and patted my arse. “Good girl” he chuckled. With one well aimed push he entered me again and I cried out with the intense sensation, he did not let up either, every stroke was as hard as the first and he withdrew completely every time. Grunting obscenities and encouragement at me he persisted, I felt incredible, tears welled up in my eyes from the sensation. I felt him grip my waist hard and with one strong push he came, holding himself against me and breathing hard. “Oh God Sweetie,” he sighed “I’ve needed that for so long.” “Me too!” I chuckled, “that hit just the right spot” As I was leaving he kissed me again, then brought my hands up to his lips and kissed them both. “That’s one hell of a leaving present. Thank you, I’ll miss you sweetie” was all he said. I Shouldn't Have My name's Owen Harding and I shouldn't have done it but I did and now my life will never be the same. It all started when I was in Indianapolis on business. The trade show I was working had closed for the day when my pot-bellied associate, Russell Ratliff, suggested we go check out the dancers at a gentleman's club not far from our hotel. I rolled the idea around in my head for a second or two as I rotated my wedding ring on my finger with my thumb, "I really shouldn't, Susan will be pissed if she finds out." Russell reassured me, "Come on...I won't tell. The sow I'm married to hates it when I actually have a good time. Besides, there's no harm in simply looking." "Okay, let's go." I said running my hand through my hair. I was proud that it was still dark and thick at forty-three years of age. The gentleman's club was an upscale establishment that catered to businessman. The crowd was decent for a week night, no doubt due to the convention into town. A giant black man in a gray tailored suit with a pink necktie emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit club and greeted us with a handshake as we entered. "I'm Theodore Biggly, welcome ta my club." Russell's chubby face lit up with recognition and he said, "You're 'Teddy Bear' Biggly. You played pro-football." The black man laughed and patted Russell on the back. "Yeah I am and yeah I did, right here in Indianapolis until my muthafuckin' knee blowed out." With a wave of his hand Biggly stopped a passing waitress. The ruffled white tuxedo top she wore was translucent enough to reveal her round brownish-pink areolas and the hard nipples of her nude breasts. Biggly said, "Da first round for these two is on da house." "Yes, sir, Mr. Biggly," she said and took our drink orders. He swatted her sexy butt as she headed to the bar. "Mmm, we got some fine women up in here." "Thanks, Mr. Biggly," I offered. Biggly's white teeth were a stark contrast to his mahogany colored skin and seemed to make his smile much brighter and warmer. "Have a good time, fellas." We found a table not far from the center stage. The waitress brought our beers and we witnessed a tight-bodied blonde finish her set. The pulsating music faded as the blonde left the stage with muted applause. The DJ introduced the next dancer. "Gentlemen, welcome to center stage ... Jazz!" A red-head with big boobs sauntered onto the stage. She was a real girl-next-door type with a seductive young body and wholesome good looks. Her clicking stiletto heels seemed an appropriate introduction to her dance music. Her hips swayed sexily to the beat of the music as it increased in volume. Her hair was pulled up in a severe bun held in place by a yellow number two pencil. She was dressed in a conservative gray skirt whose hem hung below her knees with a wide black belt around her waist. Her white blouse was buttoned clear to her neck but her lacey white bra was teasingly evident beneath the translucent material. To complete the lusty librarian look she wore horn-rimmed glasses and carried a couple of text books. I sipped my beer as the red-head began her erotic dance. My buddy whistled as the dancer held up the first book while slinging her hips. It was the, "Illustrated Kama Sutra." Satisfied with the crowd's response she pretended to stamp the inside cover of the book just like a real librarian would do and handed it to a grinning older patron seated next to the stage. The next book she showed the crowd was, "The Joy of Sex." The crowd reacted with hoots and whistles and she flashed the men a bewitching smile. Again she went through the motions of checking the book out before she handed it to another male patron next to the stage. With her arms free of books she took off her glasses and threw them to yet another spectator seated in the crowd. She pulled the pencil from her hair that had held her bun. Immediately her red hair cascaded down to her shoulders. She bent at the waist and violently gyrated her upper body. This caused her hair to twirl to the beat of a rolling drum solo embedded in the song to which she was dancing. Jazz undid the wide black belt that graced her hips and ripped it from the belt loops with a snapping pop that penetrated the noise of the music. The crowd hooted and clapped as she tossed the belt aside. Her eyes glimmered with raw sexual power. She had the crowd eating out of hand and she knew it. She pulled the tail of her blouse out of her skirt and slowly unbuttoned it from top to bottom in time to the music before seductively slipping it off. She slid her skirt down her shapely legs by shimming her hips and stepped out of it just as the song ended. The crowd applauded and whistled as she stood on stage in just her white lace bra and matching white lace panties. A white garter belt held up black fishnet stockings. A bemused smile graced her lips as dollar bills sailed to the stage. A new song started and once again her body moved in time to the music. She twirled around the center stage pole before moving to the other side of the stage. Her buttocks jiggled as she danced and I noticed that her panties had infested her sexy ass crack. My cock stirred in my trousers as Jazz danced her way across the stage in our direction. My eyes feasted on her panty-clad snatch noting that her labia were clutching the lacey material creating a very evident camel-toe. My cock got hard. My eyes trailed up the dancer's frame to her big luscious breasts which jiggled to the music as if they were trying to escape the confines of her bra. Momentarily I looked into the face of the dancer and recognized something familiar. My thoughts were interrupted as Jazz unhooked her bra and dropped it to the stage with a provocative grin. The nipples were hard on her high-perched breasts and rose rigidly from her pinkish brown areolas. She leaned back against the pole, took a deep breath before she adjusted her smile then tugged at her nipples. She nodded to the crowd as they went wild with applause and whistles. Her song ended and more paper currency fluttered on the stage from the crowd. Russell punched my shoulder with his fat fist and said, "This slut is hot. I'd give my left nut just fuck her." I rolled my eyes then nodded smiling, sipped my beer and watched Jazz continue her routine as the music started up again. With some effort I pried my stare from her tantalizing titties. I gazed at her face. I was struck by the familiarity of it and was sure I had met this dancer somewhere in my past. Jazz was at our end of the stage when she turned her back to us and slowly and seductively shed her panties. Her pretty pucker and proud pussy were momentarily on display and my breath did a sharp intake of its own violation at the site. She stepped out of her panties and strutted across the stage twirling them on her forefinger as the crowd exploded in applause, whistles and catcalls. Her eyes contained a sensuous flame and a demure smile danced across her face. I licked my lips watching her beautiful butt wiggle to the music noting a pair of pink lips tattooed on her right buttock. I was mesmerized as she paused with her back to the pole and slid down into a squat. Just as her butt touched the back of her high-heels she parted her legs giving me and everyone else a glance at her succulent shaved snatch. I shook my head in amazement I was sure her gash glistened with excitement. I grew dizzy as the noise of the club was drowned out by the blood pounding in my ears just as it did in my cock. The song ended and Jazz scooped up the money that littered the stage then her clothes before she exited to the dressing room. The full breasted waitress fought her way through the jostling crowd with a tray already loaded with mugs of beer. I bought a round for Russell and me. The DJ piped in, "Gentlemen, give it up for Jazz...Now, welcome to center stage Coco." A mulatto dancer with dyed dirty dishwater blonde hair came on stage dressed as a naughty nurse. The music pulsated to a primal beat. While the mulatto stripper danced her routine Jazz worked her way through the crowd collecting tips in her garter from the patrons. She was dressed in a white half t-shirt which displayed her taut tummy. The words "Biggly's Breath-Taking Beauties" was emblazed in pink across the bosom of her shirt. Her ensemble was completed by a pair of tight white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them and white high-heeled shoes. The older man next to the stage handed her back the textbook and stroked her leg as he stuffed currency into her garter. He said something inaudible but she responded with a laugh and said, "Let me collect the rest of my tips then I'll take you back to the VIP room for a lap dance." She patted his face with her palm and moved to the next table. She really knew how to work the crowd, a salacious smile here, a flirtatious touch there. By the time she got to our table she had collected all her props and her garter belt was full of folded one and five dollar bills. She playfully caressed Russell's bald head as he tucked a five-dollar bill into her garter. She giggled as his head grew red and drops of sweat appeared. She turned to me with a grin and brushed my arm with her big boob. Finally, I got a good look at her face. Instantly I recognized her. In fact, she was my wife's sister's 22- year-old daughter. Beaming I said, "Jasmine or should I call you Jazz? How's my favorite niece?" The smile faded from Jazz's face and her eyes filled with panic as she recognized me. "Oh, my gosh!" Suddenly she grabbed my hand and pulled me from chair and led me the back room where the strippers provided provocative private dances for twenty-five dollars a pop. I glanced over my shouldered and grinned at Russell, who watched open mouthed. The VIP room was divided into a dozen cubicles giving each chamber a hint of privacy. A large black vinyl covered curved booth seat was the centerpiece of each of the cubbyholes. Jazz led me past two occupied cubicles where the dancers suggestively swayed in front of patrons seated in the shadows. Jazz pulled me into a cubicle and pushed me down into the vinyl seat. It creaked in protest. A new song blared from the speakers and Jazz began to sway seductively in front of me. "I didn't ask for a lap dance, Jasmine. I asked you how you were doing." She forced a smile and said, "The dance is on the house, Uncle Owen. I thought we'd have more privacy back here to talk." Enthralled I watched as Jazz traced her finger-tips up her thighs to between her legs. She uttered a soft spellbinding sigh as she pushed against her vulva. She trailed her fingers up her firm belly to her full breasts. She squeezed them like they were ripe melons with a mesmerizing moan. She smiled and said, "How have you been Uncle Owen? I haven't seen you since I graduated High School." I choked, "Fi...fine, I've been fine." Jazz giggled and continued to gyrate, "Aunt Susan and the kids?" "Fine, everyone is fine," I snapped flabbergasted. In order to change the subject I asked, "Been dancing long?" "About a year. Ever since I started working on my Masters Degree. Daddy paid for my undergrad work but now that my brother's started at the State University, he can't pay for both of us." "Does your Daddy know your dancing to pay for school?" Jazz ripped her top off and threw it in my lap. She leant over me bouncing her big bare boobs in my face. She whispered, "No and there's no reason for him to know." I was hypnotized by her beautiful breasts. The nipples were hard and pointed magnificently from her mammary at me. I licked my lips with lust and just grunted. She spun her back to me and slowly slid her cute little panty-clad butt down my torso until she was sitting squarely on my hard cock. She leaned back and whispered in my ear, "You're not going to tell him are you, Uncle Owen?" "It will take more than a lap dance to buy my silence, Jasmine." I whispered back as she continued wiggling her ass on my hard dick. "Meet me after you get off. I want to fuck you." She quickly spun off my lap and said, "You shouldn't want me like that Uncle Owen. How about I pay you $500 to forget you ever saw me in Indianapolis?" I shook my head, "I don't want your money. I want your pussy." "That's incest." "I don't care. We're related by marriage not blood so I'm not so sure it is incest." She seemed to consider that point for a second then stepped up on the booth a foot on each side of my hips. She nodded in surrender and shyly smiled as she looked down at me. "I get off at two." I stared directly into her camel-toe and replied, "I expect to be getting off by two-thirty." Jazz flopped down into my lap wrapped her arms around my neck and ground her crotch onto my hard cock. She licked my ear and whispered hotly, "I can get you off before then, Uncle Owen." It was too much. Blood pounded in my ears as cum spewed from cock into my trousers. Red lights blinked behind my shut eyes. A growl surged from my core, "Aww!" Jazz pushed off my chest and stood up as the music ended. She replaced her top and held out her hand to help me to my feet. She hugged me as I whispered my hotel and room number in her ear. She nodded then led me out of the VIP room. I excused myself to go to the men's room to clean the goo out of my boxers. I watched Jazz wiggle her ass through the crowd to the older gentleman waiting to collect his private dance. When I got back to the table Russell said, "What happened to you? I was about to send out a search party." I shot him my best toothy grin and winked, "What can I say Russell, chicks dig me." My attention turned to the dancer on center stage. She simply went through the motions and was rewarded with uneven applause. A couple of more dancers went through their routines with similar bored attitudes before Jazz returned to the stage dressed as a cheerleader. Once again the place went wild when she finished her dance. Coco, followed Jazz, dressed in a bridal gown. Her set was just as hot. Her white lingerie contrasted nicely with her darker skin. There was no doubt in my mind that Jazz and Coco were the most entertaining and profitable dancers at the club. When they weren't on center stage they were hustling patrons back to the VIP room for private dances. Jazz avoided our table the rest of the night. We left the club just after midnight and went back to the hotel. At twenty minutes after two there was a knock at my door. My niece stepped into the room wearing a saggy gray sweat suit and carrying a backpack. "Can I use your shower?" "Sure." It was three o'clock before Jasmine emerged from the bathroom but it was definitely worth the wait. She was wearing a blue see-through baby-doll nightie. Her breasts swayed with each sexy step as she advanced toward me. She wore no panties and I could tell that her pussy lips were pouting. Her nipples looked to be as hard as my cock. Perhaps she was as excited about the taboo nature of the pending copulation as I. She stopped in front me as I sat on the edge of the bed. She avoided my outreached hand as deftly as a matador avoids an onrushing bull. She smiled and said, "Just so we're clear. I give you a little pussy and you keep your mouth shut." I licked my lips and hoarsely whispered, "Sure." She dropped to her knees in front me. She looked into my eyes as she skillfully unzipped my trousers and fished out my cock. She glanced into my eyes after inspecting my cock in her hand, "Wow, Uncle Owen, you got a big one." I curled my toes to keep from cumming as she slurped my shaft into her mouth. I moaned with pleasure and she giggled pleased with my reaction to her manipulation. I pushed her head down until she swallowed my entire cock. It was my turn to giggle as she gagged on my length. My cock twitched and grew I was ready to cum. I pulled her off my cock by her red hair as cum began to spurt from my cock. Her face was contorted in pain as I pulled her hair to twist her face under my shooting cock. Her anguished expression added to my excitement. She opened her mouth to scream but closed it as my hot white jizz splattered across it. Her face was soon covered with my cum. One eyelid was painted completely shut. She looked totally ravaged. I blinked as red lights shot through my brain. Finally I wheezed, "Jasmine, Honey, you are great cocksucker." She fell back on her butt rubbing her head. She glared up at me and hissed, "Feel better Uncle Owen now that you busted your nut?" Jasmine pulled her nightie off and used it to wipe off her face. After she had completely cleaned herself I pulled her up and threw her into the middle of the bed. She spread her legs wide and diddled her cunt watching me undress. "Is this what you want, Uncle Owen? Do you want me?" I looked down on her and sneered, "I always thought you were my naughty niece. Got your Daddy fooled into thinking you're a goody-two-shoes but I knew you'd fuck like a bitch in heat." I ignored the hurt look in her eyes. Once I was naked I slipped on to the bed. I took her hard nipple into my mouth and sucked it with vacuum cleaner like intensity. I roughly squeezed her other breast like it was a ripe melon. Jasmine cried, "Easy does it, Uncle Owen. Don't bruise my breasts I have to dance tomorrow night." I gently bite her nipple eliciting another protest from Jasmine before I crawled between her spread legs. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her cunt to my face. The aroma emanating from her cunt was sweet ambrosia and made my nostrils flare with lust. I slithered my tongue into her like a snake tasting her nectar. My cock throbbed with longing. Soon I had her oohing and aahing as my tongue worked its magic. I lightly bit a labium and pulled it until she barked. I shoved two fingers into saturated snatch before popping my thumb up her butthole. I ignored her protest and pinched my finger and thumb together like I was clutching a six-pack. I lightly bit her clit. I smiled as her body quaked and her quim quivered with orgasmic release. "Pus-pussy, cum-cumming, Un-uncle Own," Jasmine stuttered. I didn't let her catch her breath before I quickly slithered up her torso and plunged my cock fully into her cunt. Mesmerized, I watch her mouth form an O in response to my penetration. I machine gunned my big dick into her with hasty excited thrusts. Her cunt was wet with excitement and silky smooth. It felt like my cock was wrapped in warm, wet velvet. She moaned and pushed her fingers against her clit as my cock continued to rocket in and out of her in a rapid rhythm. She huffed in time to my thrusts. Her cunt contracted around my cock as she climaxed. She wailed, "I'm cum-cum-cumming Uncle Owen!" With a final stab I buried myself to the hilt into her pussy. Cum spewed from me like unmanned fire hose. Red lights blinked behind my shut eyes. Blood pounded in my ears. I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. I bellowed with release and collapsed on top of my niece. My cock softened and slipped from her pussy. I rolled off of her and on to my back. "You have one hot pussy, Jasmine. I wish I had brought my little blue pills." I reached for her and said, "Give me some time and I'll be able to fuck you again." She started to scoot off the bed and I tried to pull her into an embrace. She looked at me with an icy glare, "I want to go now. You got your piece of pussy." My face flushed with anger and I seethed, "You seemed to enjoy it as much as me." She stood beside the bed and looked down at me like I was a gutter rat. "Of course, I like sex and I admit you're a lot better than the last forty-year old guy I fucked. But, that doesn't change the fact that you're my uncle and you blackmailed me to fuck you." "But..." "But nothing, you treat me like some-kind of cum dump. You pull my hair, cum in my face, batter my breasts without one word of affection or a tender touch. The guys at the club have never made me feel like a 'hoe' but my own uncle has, now, if you will excuse me, I think our agreement has been fulfilled." I Shouldn't Have I got off the bed as she shrugged into her sweat suit. I tried to give her a hug. "Don' be like that, Jasmine." She pushed me away. Her eyes flared fire and her words were just as heated, "Don't you dare touch me, Uncle Owen." My hand drew back like I was about to touch a hot stove. "Why are you being like this, Jasmine? We had a good time, didn't we?" With her hand on her hips she barked at me, "I didn't fuck you because I wanted to, I fucked you because you made me. Now, leave me alone or I'm going to take my cum-filled pussy down to the police department and tell them my uncle raped me." Then she held up her nightie drenched with my cum, "You want to try to explain away DNA evidence to Aunt Susan?" Lack of sleep made me move like a zombie the next day at the trade show. Russell had to pick up my slack and his attitude made it obvious that he wasn't happy about it. He shot me little, "what the fuck" looks as his portly body waddled about the booth. We had a fairly steady stream of customers until after lunch. After it quieted down we were able to grab a sandwich from the snack bar and ate at near-by table. With his mouth full and crumbs falling on his shirt Russell noted, "All that cattin' around last night caught up with you didn't it? I bet Jazz had a real sweet pussy, didn't she?" My face flushed. I slurped my soda to stall before I said, "I don't have any idea what you're talking about, Russell." "The fuck you don't." He placed his cell phone on the table and pushed a button. A blurry video of the hotel door between his room and mine appeared on the little screen. He tapped the volume control and my niece's wailing voice could be heard, "I'm cumming, Uncle Owen! Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" I glowered at Russell with clenched teeth. He laughed, "Nothing to say, you, incestuous son-of-bitch?" "What do you want Russell, money?" "No, I want the same thing you got...a piece of your niece's pussy. I want it tonight. You arrange it." "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Russell's fat face broke into a wide grin, "No, but you must be or you wouldn't have fucked your niece. You know you shouldn't do stuff like that but, hey, you're both over twenty-one." I blinked in disbelief. The bastard had me by the proverbial balls and was squeezing them and enjoying it. I whimpered, "Why are you doing this to me, Russell?" He laughed, "This isn't about you, Owen, its about me for a change, me fucking a woman that doesn't outweigh me." "You really are a loser," I hissed. "Most of the time I am but not tonight. Tonight you better make sure I win or you'll be on loser's lane right next to me." "I don't know, Russell. Jasmine left kind of pissed off at me." "That ain't my problem, Buddy-boy." He belched then continued, "Make it happen or your wife is going to be receiving a new voicemail." That evening I sat in my car in the parking lot of Biggly's Gentleman's Club waiting for my niece, Jasmine, to come to work. I was parked close enough to the entrance to see who went in yet far enough away that the bouncer at the door wouldn't notice me. I chewed on a fast-food hamburger fuming with the thought of Russell back at the hotel restaurant supping on a sumptuous steak. I lost my appetite and threw the remains of the burger into the paper sack. I hissed, "Fat fuck." Finally, I spotted Jasmine walking across the parking lot toward the club entrance accompanied by the mulatto dancer, Coco. I got out of my car and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I leaned over the top of the car parked next to me. It not only hid me but gave me a steady base to shoot a picture of Jasmine walking into the club. Ducking behind the parked car I checked the results on my cell phone screen. A smile spread across my face as the digital image came into focus. Jasmine was readily identifiable walking into the club beneath the sign just above the door that read, Biggly's Gentleman's Club. It could not have been more perfect had I staged it. I had called my sister earlier that day and gotten my niece's cell phone number by offering to take her to supper since I was in town. After she gave me Jasmine's phone number I texted the photo and waited another fifteen minutes before going into the club. Tonight's crowd was bigger than last night's and I was sure that on Friday and Saturday nights the club would be packed. I ordered a beer and sat near the entrance to the VIP room. Coco was on stage gyrating her way out of a flight attendant's uniform. Her dusky dark nipples mesmerized me. Coco's light blue panties contrasted nicely with her cinnamon colored skin. She gripped the pole shyly glanced over her shoulder and shook her ass with a "wouldn't you just like to fuck me" grin on her face. She slowly peeled her panties off revealing her bald beaver. She faced the crowd and my mouth watered. Her pussy was perfectly framed between her garter belt and her light blue stockings. She slid down into a squat and briefly opened her legs giving the cheering crowd a gander at her gash. The pink lips of her pussy pouted from between her legs. I was so enraptured with Coco that I jumped when Jazz put her hand on my shoulder. Even though I hadn't caught her routine I stuffed a couple of bills into her garter. I looked into her icy eyes and asked, "Did you get my text?" "You shouldn't be here. We had a deal." She wiped a tear with her thumb before it could damage her make-up. She sighed and continued, "Yeah I got it. Right before I went on stage, thanks a lot. So what is this, more blackmail?" I shrugged, "Yeah, I guess." "So if I don't fuck you again you text the picture to my folks." "Yeah." "I could have Mr. Biggly come out here and take that phone from you. Then beat your ass for shits and giggles." "You could but I'm not stupid enough to bring that phone in here. I left it with my fat little buddy, so if I'm not out of here in five minutes he's going to push send." Jazz looked around the crowd and huffed her breath a couple of times to get her emotions under control. She looked so vulnerable I almost felt sorry for her. Finally she just nodded her surrender. She moved on to collect more tips. I grabbed her arm and demanded, "I want you at my room by midnight. No more of this all night shit. I got to work tomorrow." "My shift doesn't end until 2 AM," she whined. "What am I suppose to tell Mr. Biggly? He'll be pissed." "I don't give a fuck. Tell him your period started. Just be there by midnight or Daddy's getting a text." She nodded and then hissed, "You're a real son-of-bitch. There's a special hell for people like you." There was a knock on my hotel room door at five minutes to midnight. I opened it and Jasmine walked in wearing her sweat suit again. An aura of ice preceded her into the room. I tried to kiss her but she rebuffed me. "Uncle Owen, you can fuck me but I'm not going to kiss you. Mr. Biggly wasn't very happy when I left early. You keep fucking around like this and I'm going to lose my job." I returned her bitchy attitude with my own, "Fine. Jump in the shower and put on that sexy green garter belt with fishnet stockings you were wearing at the club." "Anything else?" I grabbed her hair and pulled her face within inches of mine it turned as red as her hair. I clenched my teeth and said into her grimaced expression, "You better have a more compliant attitude or I'll send Mommy a text." She slammed the bathroom door sobbing as soon as I let her go. I pulled a beer from the mini-fridge and chugged it. I burped then opened the door between Russell's room and mine. He waddled in wrapped in a burgundy robe. "About time, I was beginning to wonder if your niece was going to let you down. Got a beer for me?" "Check the fridge." Russell pulled out a beer and popped the top. He sat on the couch before he took a lingering swig. He winked at me, "I beat off twice just so I can last when I sink my cock into Jazz's sweet pussy." I smirked, "I'm sure she will appreciate your endurance." The door to the bathroom swung open and Jasmine strutted into the room. She was dressed as requested in the garter belt and black fishnet stockings. Her stilettos pushed her big breasts out and added to their swaying motion as she walked. Russell whistled his approval. Jasmine's eyes widened then narrowed in rage. "What the fuck is going on, Uncle Owen?" "This is my associate, Russell. You're actually here for him." Russell smiled at Jasmine, "Your uncle says you're the hottest thing in town." She glared at him then stood with her hands on her hips glowering at me. "No way! You can't pass me around to your buddies like I'm some piece of meat. I'm not your whore, Uncle Owen." "Your choice." I pulled my phone from my pocket and punched in my sister's phone number. The silent room only amplified each electronic sibilate sound. I held my thumb over the send button. "Last chance." Jasmine's body trembled as she fought back sobs of surrender. She sighed then asked, "What do you want me to do?" Russell rubbed his hands together like the greedy pig he was, "Why don't you start by giving us a little show." She nodded and turned on the clock radio by the bed. She fiddled with the dial trying to find music to dance to while Russell and I sat on the couch and drank in the beauty of her butt. Satisfied she began swaying to the music and made her way back to the sofa. She ignored us and danced like the other bored strippers did at the strip club. Soon Russell was sporting a hard-on that tented his robe. He pulled the chair away from the desk centering it on the couch. He patted the seat and choked, "Make yourself cum, Bitch." Jasmine daintily she sat down in the chair and draped her legs over the arms of the chair. The lips of her bald pussy gaped opened revealing her glistening interior. She slithered two fingers into her pussy while pushing down on her clit with her palm. She closed her eyes and gave a gorgeous groan. She tugged on a nipple while sawing her fingers in and out of her snatch. Her legs began thrashing wildly as her orgasm began to build. She pushed so hard on her clit I thought she might damage it. Her body trembled. She opened her eyes, they were glazed and vacant they rolled over white. A moan deep in her core grew into a howl. "Wo-woo-wo." "That was awesome," hooted Russell clapping. "Jazz you're so beautiful when you cum." Jasmine opened her eyes and blinked to clear her head. She lowered her legs off of the arms of the chair. She took Russell's proffered hand and he helped her to stand. Nor did she resist when Russell pulled her into an embrace. She simply grimanced as he sucked hard on her nipple while roughly kneading her other breast like it was bread dough. She left her arms by her sides refusing to respond to Russell's amorous advances. Russell held Jasmine out at arm's length. He looked into her eyes and tried to gauge her thoughts. He shrugged and said, "Just going to let it happen?" "You can fuck me but I don't have to fuck you back," Jasmine sneered. "I can live with that, Jazz." He spun her around and pushed her over the back of the chair. Grabbing the arms of the chair to keep from falling Jasmine held onto them with white knuckles. Russell smirked and shoved two of his fat fingers into her upturned twat. "Damn you are tight, girl." From my vantage point on the couch I watched as Jasmine's face twisted into a scowl. She clinched her teeth as Russell probed her nethers. Her eyes widen as he replaced his fingers with his cock, it was about the size of a kosher pickle. She braced herself against the chair and closed her eyes as Russell began to pound her pussy with his little pecker. She whimpered, "oh-oh-oh." Wet flesh on flesh smacks rose above the clock radio's background music. A sheen of sweat glistened on Russell's bald head. He gripped Jasmine's hips like a drowning man clings to flotsam. His big hairy belly seemed to be resting on Jasmine's bare backside and jiggled like jell-o in time to his thrusts. He puffed, "It's like fucking melted butter. This is so good!" It was Jasmine's passive response to Russell's ravagement that intrigued and excited me. My cock hardened and twitched in time to Jasmine's little moans. I stood up and moved in front of her. I pulled her face up by her hair and looked into her blinking eyes. Smirking at her I unzipped my trousers, fished out my cock and rammed into her wet warm mouth. I hissed, "Suck it. Bite it and your folks get a text." Russell slapped her ass a stinging blow. The resonance of it echoed off the wall. He spat, "Yeah suck his cock, Slut." He gazed at me over her squirming frame, "See Owen, I don't mind sharing." Jasmine's protest was muffled by my cock. It subsided and she sucked me with gifted gusto. She twirled her talented tongue around my cock helmet rousing a moan from me. She adjusted her oral ministrations to coincide with Russell's thrusting. I was ready to cum so I pulled my cock from her mouth and finished up by fisting myself to ejaculation. I cried out as cum spewed from my cock and splattered across Jasmine's face. Red lights burst behind my closed eyelids as spurt after spurt of cum erupted from my cock. I opened my eyes after I was spent, pleased that my jizz was dripping from Jasmine's face. A big glob of my goo dropped off her chin into the seat of the chair. It was more than Russell could stand. His face and bald head had reddened with exertion. Rivulets of sweat ran down his fat face. With a final thrust he buried himself into Jasmine's cunt and panted, "Cum-cumming." I fished in my pocket and brought out my cell phone and snapped a photo of Russell in his orgasmic glory. It took a moment for him to realize that the flash of light before his eyes was from my camera and not the result of his climax. His flaccid cock fell out of Jasmine and she fled smothering a sob into the bathroom. He tied up his robe and fumed at me. "What the fuck, Owen?" "Fuck you, Russell. Want to blackmail me? Well turn around is fair play. I think a picture is worth a thousand words. Or in this case a picture of you fucking a woman that isn't your 300 pound wife trumps the voice recording you want to send to my wife." Russell glared and snapped, "It's like that?" "Yeah, that's how it is, now get the fuck out." Russell slammed the door and I locked my side of it. I could hear the shower running. Smiling as my cock hardened to the memory of Jasmine's wiggling ass. I stripped and stormed into the bathroom. Jasmine jumped like she had been shot when I ripped back the shower curtain. "Get out! I fulfilled our agreement." I grabbed her by her wet hair and pushed my way into the shower. The water was warm and did little to cool me off. I seethed, "Look slut. Our agreement is fulfilled when I say its fulfilled." She tried to pry my hand from her hair but gave up with a grimace when I pulled it harder. Finally she simply whined, "Please, Uncle Owen. Let me go." "Naw, I think I want some ass." I soaped my cock and maneuvered Jasmine around by her hair forcing her to take hold of the shower nozzle or fall down. I smiled as she stiffened when my blunt cockhead made contact with her pretty little puckered butthole. "Better relax, Bitch, you're only making it worse." Jasmine begged, "Please, don't Uncle Owen. Please." Ignoring her I shoved my cock into her ass. A surge of satisfaction coursed through my core as Jasmine's pleas turned to gasps of pain. I paused to keep from cumming in her tight ass. I reached around her and twisted her nipple until she screamed. I had never felt so powerful or empowered. I slowly worked my hard cock in and out of her butt. Yanking her head back by her hair I was able to work another inch of my cock into her ass. I hissed into her ear, "How do like me now, Slut?" Jasmine just sobbed in surrender. Her tears blended with the shower water as I continued to sodomize her for my pleasure. I slipped my free hand between her legs and pinched her clit eliciting another anguished scream from my niece. With an evil snort I derided her, "That's it, Bitch. Take it. Take my cock." Soon I buried myself fully into her butt and busted my nut into her innards. I shushed with each squirt of cum. Finally spent my cock softened and slipped from Jasmine's ass. I twisted her head around and kissed her mouth, she didn't return it. I grinned and whispered, "You are definitely my favorite niece. Now...our agreement is fulfilled." Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel I dried off. Jasmine soon followed dressed in her sweat suit. It clung to her still wet body. She picked up her back pack and opened the door to leave. "Jasmine, see you at the next family reunion," I smirked. She paused, glared at me and seethed, "Go fuck yourself, Uncle Owen." The next day Russell and I worked the trade show without saying more than two words to each other. I think several of our customers picked up on the hostile vibe we had for each other. Once the show was over for the day we went back to our rooms at the hotel. I was glad that the trade show would end tomorrow and I could get back to my normal life. I had just finished my room service supper when there was a knock at my door. Not expecting anyone I looked thorough the door's peephole. Jasmine's distorted image surprised me. I cautiously opened the door not knowing what to expect. "I'm astonished to see you here," I greeted. Jasmine smiled at me and said, "I didn't want you to be alone on your last night in town. I brought you a surprise..." Coco stepped from behind Jasmine. She reached behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and probed for mine. She broke our kiss and asked, "Gona invite us in?" "Sure come-in," They walked past me into the room and I followed them. I was spellbound by their swaying backsides hidden beneath their matching trench coats. The swish of their stocking clad legs blended with the staccato of their stilettos to announce their arrival. Once inside the girls turned and faced me. "What's this all about Jasmine?" I asked with suspicion, "You were pretty pissed when you left last night." "I know. You have to admit you got a little rough and I wasn't expecting a threesome. A girl likes to be prepared for those things. But since, I now, know you're into threesomes, I asked Coco to join us for your last night in town. She stroked Coco's face lovingly then continued, "I want you to know I don't have any hard feelings, Uncle Owen. I figure the more pleasure you experience the more likely it is you'll keep your mouth shut." Jasmine shot Coco a sideways glance. Coco nodded and they both dropped their trench coats revealing their erotic lingerie. Jasmine was wearing a black leather cupless corset attached to the corset's garter straps were black fishnet stockings tucked into black leather go-go boots. Coco was wearing a white lace teddy with a plunging v-neck-line that dropped below her navel with matching white lace stockings and white stilettos. I was dizzy as the blood rushed from my brain to my cock. Their erotic outfits contrasted with their skin. For Jasmine dark on light and for Coco light on dark. I stuttered, "Oh my, so beautiful." Coco laughed and led me by my hand to the couch. Her brown bubble butt wiggled a hypnotic cadence as I lumbered after her. Jasmine pushed me down on the cushions and I watched as she and Coco embraced. Their tongues twirled in a passionate French kiss. Jasmine broke their kiss then smiled at me. "What about it, Uncle Owen, are you up..." she paused to giggle then continued, "to fuck Coco and me?" I silently nodded. My mouth was so dry I was unable to speak. I felt as if I was in a dream. I was afraid I might wake up. I just knew these two girls were going to fuck me silly. I wished I had my little blue pills. I Shouldn't Have Coco ran her fingers over Jasmine's bare breasts. She clamped a nipple between her forefinger and thumb raising a squeal from my niece. Coco smiled at me and said, "Jazz, your nipples are so hard, Baby." She bent her head and sucked Jasmine's other nipple into her mouth while continuing to tuck on the nipple in her fingers. Jasmine hissed and caressed Coco's dirty-blonde locks encouraging her to suckle. Coco glanced at me while she was still attached to Jasmine's nipple when an unsolicited moan escaped from my lips. Coco spat out Jasmine's nipple. She watched my reaction as she traced a finger down Jasmine's corset covered torso stopping at her pussy. She ran her finger along my niece's saturated slit. She smiled as Jasmine moaned, then kissed her. Coco broke the kiss and said, "Jazz, Baby you're so wet. You're really turned on by the idea of fucking your uncle, huh?" Jasmine moaned, "Yesss! I'm such a slut." I curled my toes to keep the cum from spurting into my trousers. I smirked, Jasmine had confirmed she enjoyed the rough stuff despite her pleas to the contrary last night. I continued to watch the dream-come-true erotic show before me. A wet shoop sound resonated as Coco pulled her finger from Jasmine's soaked snatch. Jasmine moaned a protest. Coco gave Jasmine a quick peck on the lips. Then they both approached the sofa their hips swayed in unison. Coco sat down on my right and Jasmine my left. Jasmine kissed me sinking her talented tongue into mouth teasing my tongue. Meanwhile, Coco began unbuttoning my shirt. Jasmine broke our kiss and took over undressing me. Coco kissed me. She ran her long fingernails through my chest hair, goose bumps rose on my arms. Her tongue darted in out of my mouth daring me to catch it. Soon they had me nude. I squeezed Coco's lace covered breasts. They weren't as big as Jasmine's but they were just as firm. I tried to slip the top of her teddy down so I could suck on her dark nipples but Coco pushed me away and slid her face down my lap. Coco glanced up at me from the corner of her eye and with a grin she said to Jasmine, "Baby, you weren't kidding your Uncle Owen does have a big cock." Jasmine just nodded and held my cock straight up from my belly for Coco to feast upon. Coco licked the underside of my cock starting at the base then slowly making her way to its tip. She twirled her tongue around the helmet of my cock slurping up the salty dribble of my pre-cum. Meanwhile Jasmine took my bloated balls into her warm wet mouth with a vacuum-like suction. Giggling she said, "Your balls seem full Uncle Owen. How about I empty one and Coco empties the other. Would you like that Uncle Owen?" "Gosh, yesss!" I hissed. I curled my toes to fight off my climax and rolled my eyes surrendering to the oral pleasures the two girls were giving me. I squeezed Jasmine's full bare breasts like they were ripe melons. I pinched each nipple in turn eliciting a sequel of joy from my niece. Coco spit out my cock and Jasmine engulfed it before I could groan a protest. Soon her head was bobbing on it with the intensity of a woodpecker thumping on a tree trunk. Coco slid up my torso and kissed me, I could taste my own salty pre-cum on her lips. She pushed Jasmine's head down on my cock urging her to take more of it down her gullet. My cock began twitching and my balls started to contract in preparation to climax. I growled as I felt my seed begin to surge, "Cum-cumming!" Coca whispered hotly in my ear ratifying the naughty taboo nature of our tryst, "That's it, fill your niece's mouth with your cum, Uncle Owen." Jasmine gently squeezed my balls as spurt after spurt of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but quite a bite oozed from the corners of her mouth. Red lights flashed before eyes as blood pounded in my ears in time to the cum spurting from my cock. My senses were overwhelmed with pleasure and I fought back the urge to pass out. Jasmine rose from my cock and planted a cummy kiss on Coco's lips. A string of cum momentarily connected their tongues as they shared my nectar. Coco licked her lips and giggled, "That's a lot of cum. Do you have any left for me?" All I could do was grunt, "Uh-huh." My cock was still hard much to my surprise and throbbed with desire. Jasmine slid the straps of Coco's teddy off her shoulders revealing her small firm sexy breasts. Her dusky nipples were hard and Jasmine tugged at them before taking one her mouth. Coco arched her back and stroked Jasmine's red curly hair. She cooed, "That feels good, Jazz." Jasmine worked a finger into Coco's cunt by way of the leg band of the teddy. "Coco, you are so wet, Honey. Do you want to fuck my uncle?" "Yeah, I want his big cock." Jasmine smiled at me, "Ready for some brown sugar, Uncle Owen?" I nodded as Jasmine kissed her friend on the lips again. Breaking the kiss she whispered, "Suck his cock while I get your pussy ready for him." My breath escaped me and I gasped to get it back as Coco sucked my cock into her mouth. What didn't fit she slowly stroked. I reached for Coco's tits and teasingly tugged her nipples between my fingers. I watched as Jasmine unsnapped the crotch of Coco's teddy and pushed the material up around her waist. Jasmine parted Coco's upturned buttocks and dipped her tongue into the essence of Coco's cunt. A moan rose from Coco's core as Jasmine rapidly saw two fingers in and out of her hungry hole. Jasmine's talented tongue soon had Coco writhing in reckless abandon. Just when Coco was ready to pop Jasmine pulled her fingers from Coco's cunt and sat back on her heels. Coco panted, "Bitch!" Jasmine just laughed and winked at me, "Fuck her, Uncle Owen. She's ready. Fuck her good." I pulled Coco up and gave her a passionate kiss as she straddled my middle. I watched as she grabbed my cock and pointed it at her cunt. Slowly she lowered herself down my shaft until she had fully swallowed up my cock into her cunt. It was like my cock was encased in simmering sumptuous silk. We both moaned as she became fully seated on my cock, balls deep. She paused allowing herself to become accustomed to my girth. Jasmine kissed Coco and then me. She said, "Doesn't Coco have a hot pussy or what?" "Yeah, its great," I huffed. Coco kissed me exploring my mouth with her tongue before she slowly slid up and down my cock. Wet flesh on flesh smacks filled the air. She whispered in between pants, "Love...y-y-y-your big cock. Fu-ck...fuck." I grasped her hips and encouraged her to ride my cock faster by pushing and pulling her up and down. I slapped her ass a stinging blow and just laughed at her yelp of protest. I huffed with excitement, "That's it fuck me. Fuck me!" Coco was close to orgasm so I jammed two fingers up her asshole. She howled with pleasure at the unexpected penetration then wailed in climatic release. Her cunt contracted like a wet velveteen vice around my cock. She stuttered, "Cum, cum, cum." My balls shriveled and then my cock spewed cum into the depths of Coco's convulsing cunt. Red lights flashed before my eyes and I bellowed my release. It wasn't until I until spiraled down from the cosmic climatic heights that I realized the flashes of light were still streaking across my eyes, white flashes of light. "What the fuck?" I hollered at Jasmine as she clicked another photo on my cell phone. She hurriedly pushed the keys on my phone. She smirked, "Aunt Susan will love these pictures." Then she pushed the send button. "NOOO!" "Too late fucker." I picked Coco up off my quickly deflating cock by her hip bones and tossed her aside. She howled as she went airborne before she bounced off the end of the couch and landed on the floor with a thud. She screamed, "Muthafucker!" I struggled to get off the couch. "Jasmine, you fucking bitch. What have you done?" Jasmine reached into her trench coat pocket and pulled out a can of pepper spray. She aimed it at me then pushed the trigger as I started to pounce on her. I screamed in agony and hit the floor. Blinded I thrashed about in pain and fury trying to get a hand on Jasmine as she hustled around the room picking up her stuff. Vigorously I rubbed and blinked my eyes trying to clear them. Snot bubbled from my nose and the only words I could choke out of my burning throat were, "You, Bitch! You, Bitch!" "Come on Coco, let's go!" I pulled myself up off the floor by gripping the couch for support. I blindly swung at Jasmine's voice. "Missed me," she taunted. "Take that, Muthafucker," shouted Coco driving her knee into my crotch. "Throw me around like I'm a pair of dirty socks." I dropped like I had been shot. I clutched by groin as pain shot through my core. "Coco, let's go!" She kicked me twice more in anger. Luckily each time the point of her shoe smacked into my hands that protect my genitals. She raged at me, "Muthafucker! Muthafucker!" I heard the girls flee from the room. The door slammed shut behind them. I lay still panting in pain as tears and snot ran down my face. I whimpered in frustrated rage. The pain in my groin subsided and I rolled over onto my hands and knees. I coughed and blinked until gradually my eyes quit watering. I frantically searched around my room for my cell phone. It dawned on me that Jasmine had taken my phone with her and was no doubt continuing her destruction of my life. Jumping into my trousers and my shoes I threw on a shirt and swung the door open without buttoning it. I ran right into a solid wall of human muscle and bounced back into my room. Startled I shouted, "What the fuck?" "Teddy Bear" Biggly, the owner of the club where the girls danced, glared at me, "What da fuck, is right. What da fuck yo doin' messing wit my best girls on my busiest night?" "Get out," I yelled then swung without thinking at the ex-football player. Biggly caught my fist midflight and said with a smile, "I was hopin' yo try dat." He squeezed and I screamed as the bones in my hand snapped like sticks as they broke. He hit me in the solar plexus expelling all the air from lungs and I crumpled to the floor. He took my wallet from my hip pocket then rolled me over. He flopped down on me straddling my chest pinning my arms to the floor as I gasped for breath. He looked down at me like I was a rodent in a trap. "How am I suppose ta make any money, if yo fuckin' wit my girls on my busiest night?" He hit me again, shattering my cheek bone, I tried to scream but could only muster a weak wheeze. He hit me once again busting my nose. Blood exploded from my nose and showered Biggly. It only enraged him more, "Yo muthafucker!" I lost consciousness after Biggly hit me again. I awoke the next day in a hospital room with a broken hand, a broken nose, two broken ribs, and a shattered cheek bone. My eyes only opened to slits and my body ached with each breath. It had been the maid that had found me the next morning when she came to clean the room. I cursed Russell for not checking on me. I had no doubt he had heard the ruckus in my room the night before but our friendship had blown up. He went back to Chicago without even stopping by the hospital. My boss called to fire me. He was pretty pissed because Russell had to work the last day of the trade show alone. But, what really set him off was that a $1,000 worth of lap dances at Biggly's Gentleman's Club had been charged to the company credit card issued to me. My personal credit card had the same amount charged to it. The police stopped by to interview me about my assault. They said the hotel's security cameras showed a couple of young women running half naked out of my room and a large black man entering my room. I claimed the girls were hookers I had hired and the black guy was their pimp. I had no idea who they were or where they could be found. Even as heavily sedated as I was, I knew Biggly or one of his bouncers would give me another visit if I fingered him or the girls to the police. I had hoped my wife of 18 years would make the journey from Chicago to Indianapolis to visit me in the hospital but she didn't. She had been devastated by my betrayal as evidenced by Jasmine's texted picture of me fucking Coco. She did, however, send her lawyer with divorce papers. My wife's lawyer said to me, "You should have kept your cock in your pants." I agreed and added, "I shouldn't have ever gone into Biggly's Gentleman's Club." I Shouldn't Have...But I Did It had been months since my divorce, and though I had recently started dating again, I was more than just a bit gun-shy about some of the men my best friend and sister had been trying to hook me up with. Only one of which I had actually had sex with, primarily because he had been good looking...and I had been horny. But that too had been a mistake. He was lousy in bed, looking out only for himself. Like I had been doing, I then swore another oath of chastity on myself (at least through a minimum of six dates) before allowing so much as a titty fondle. So far, I'd managed to go the distance of three dates with the men Joyce, my sister had sent my way. Either they were in too big a hurry to take me to bed, or I knew at the end of three dates we simply weren't compatible. "I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she had told me one morning. "I mean I'm glad to see you're at least going out once in a while, but you're getting more and more moody with each passing day too," she then added. Which was true...I had been. Going without sexual release just simply wasn't normal for me. Not that I didn't masturbate, because I did. Every single day, and sometimes twice. But that was more like a stress-relief kind of an orgasm, and not a pleasurable "felt like I'd died and gone to heaven," kind of a climax. That kind I hadn't had for longer than I cared to think about. "Yeah, I know...just not easy these days," I told her. "I'm nearing forty, and at the moment most of the good ones are already taken. Seems like all I'm getting are the ones more like my ex, who's now out doing what they are. Looking for an easy score, fresh new pussy, and no commitment." "Well? Maybe that's what you should be doing right now. Just relax, enjoy yourself. The right man will come along when it's time Debra. Until he does, quit insisting on that silly six date rule of yours." I laughed at that. "Oh? And what's so silly about that? If you remember correctly in the beginning, I was more than willing to just be my old horny self, even if that made it look like I was easy or something. And then the very first guy I end up going to bed with since my divorce, pops off in less than fifteen seconds. Next thing I know he's laying next to me, snoring away in my bed. Damned if I'm ever going to let that happen again!" I responded back. I had no sooner said that, than the sound of a lawn mower starting up in my sister's back yard startled me, not to mention making it slightly noisier inside my sister's kitchen. On most Saturdays, I had gotten in the habit of driving over to my sister's house for an early morning cup of coffee and weekly gossip. Having been doing so for so long, and since she lived less than a mile away from my house, I'd gotten in the habit of just driving over, usually in nothing more than a wife-beater tee shirt, panties, and if I even remembered to grab it, my robe. This was one of those days when I hadn't even bothered to bring that as warm as it already was. I glanced up at the clock on my sister's wall, it was barely past seven. "Isn't that a little early to be mowing the lawn?" I asked standing up as though to freshen my coffee though I was curious to see who'd be mowing my sister's yard at this god-forsaken hour of the morning. I stood looking out the window. "That's probably Peter," Joyce said now standing, walking over to join me as the two of us stood looking out the window together. "As hot as it's been getting lately, he likes to get an earlier start before it gets too unbearably hot to mow the lawn." She paused for just a moment, adding. "Cute butt on him isn't it?" She now asked. He was obviously young, but very handsome and good looking for his age. "How'd you end up with a hottie like that mowing your yard for you?" I asked still glaring out the window at him. Peter, as she had referred to him was a tall, well toned without being overly muscled young man. Though she later confirmed it, I had guessed him to be eighteen or nineteen, with sun bleached hair and a light tan as he began mowing her yard wearing nothing more than a cut off pair of Levi jeans. "Julie's boy," she told me, referring to their next door neighbor. "Peter just graduated high school a couple of months ago, and will soon be heading off into the Navy. Just waiting for his papers to go through I guess. Too bad too, he's been nice to look at when he's come over to mow the lawn. Sometimes his younger brother Dave does it, but I get guilty every time I look at him, two years younger than his brother is, but just as good looking." I caught my breath just then still looking out, I had seen Peter nonchalantly reach down and scratch his groin as he pushed the mower. That simple innocent act sending a wickedly erotic jolt of pleasure down between my legs. For the briefest of moments, I'd actually imagined him taking his cock out in order to stroke it. Talk about instantaneous unexpected fantasies! "Get a grip girl!" I told myself and finally stepped away from the window. "He's way too damn young!" As I turned my sister was sitting there at her kitchen table grinning at me. "What?" "Maybe...you should throw Peter a going away fuck," she laughed. "Yeah right, don't be ridicules Joyce!" I admonished her, yet my pussy was thinking the very same thing. Already I could feel the sudden appearance of moisture beginning to seep into my crotch, and now wished for the first time I'd actually brought my robe over with me. I hurriedly sat down at the table, but I'd forgotten about the other telltale signs, which my sister immediately picked up on. "Oh I am, am I? Then why is it if the thought isn't already running around inside that wicked little head of yours, that you're sitting there with your high-beams on honey?" I looked down at myself. Sure enough, my nipples were rock hard, pressing against the thin material of the white wife-beater I had on. It couldn't be any more noticeable. Which is when I then realized the mower had stopped somewhere along the way, and the sound of someone knocking on her kitchen screen door made me jump. "Mrs. Jackson?" Peter asked peering through the door at us as we sat at her table. "Your mowers out of gas, and there wasn't any more in the gas can either. I'd offer to go and get some myself, but I happen to be without any transportation at the moment." "Come in Peter!" Joyce called out to him as I sat glaring at her. Had she forgotten I was sitting there half naked? Then I realized...she hadn't. Before I could even begin to react, Peter stepped inside. "Debra? This is Peter, Peter...my sister Debra," she said introducing us. Though I noticed as he stepped over to take my hand, his eyes had already locked onto my chest, though he quickly looked up upon realizing that, his face reddening. "Pleased to meet you," he said taking his hand back, though for a moment I'd almost wished he hadn't. "Unfortunately, Ted's at the golf course, so he has our car," she told him. "Would you mind taking him to get some gas?" Joyce turned asking me. "I'm ah...not exactly dressed for that you know," I said once again glaring at her, though she found it obviously amusing, as I again turned seeing Peter's eyes once more locked on my nipples, which felt like they had turned to petrified stone at this point, and looked like it too. "I guess you can take my car," I then stated, forgetting myself for a moment as I stood to grab my purse. It was no more than two, perhaps three feet away on the counter, but plenty of time for me to realize my mistake, though it was already far too late for that. I now stood there in my sister's kitchen in nothing more than a white pair of cotton panties, and my wife-beater with my full breasts looking like they'd been painted on, my nipples all swollen and hard as rocks pressing against it. All I could think of to do was fish inside my purse for the keys, and hand them to him. Pretending as I did so, that my attire, such as it was...was perfectly natural for me to be standing there in. The problem was, I could still feel the wetness between my legs, but I sure as hell wasn't about to look down either and draw any more attention than I already was. "You know sis, your lawn could use a good mowing too. How longs it been? Two? Three weeks?" Now I felt my face beginning to flush. One, because I was dressed the way that I was with a sopping wet crotch. And two, because I was actually embarrassed that I'd been neglecting my own yard work, something which I truly hated doing. "I'd be glad to come over and mow it for you, just as soon as I'm finished here," Peter told me. "There, problem solved!" Joyce said speaking up before I could, "provided your mower still works of course," she had to add. Peter had already turned having taken my keys and headed out before I could respond to that one way or the other. "What the hell are you up to?" I found myself asking my sister instead. But all she did was smile at me and laugh. "Nothing besides getting your lawn mowed," she grinned wickedly. "Which reminds me, when was the last time you got it mowed anyway?" She now asked. I knew damn well she wasn't talking about my lawn either. Truth was, I had always kept my pussy bare, nice and smooth. And had in fact just shaved it again last night before slipping into bed. But again, that still wasn't what she had meant either. "You really are incorrigible, you know that?" I answered. "Now, before he gets back, how about you lend me something to wear?" I asked. ** At least Joyce was kind enough to lend me a pair of decent shorts to wear home, though I was still a bit self-conscious about the wife-beater and no bra. Peter had finished her lawn in short order shortly after his return. Just long enough for another cup of coffee and some catching up gossip, though for the most part my sister kept teasing me about tossing Peter a "sweet friendly fuck," as she called it. "Better than an extra tip," she had added. I stuck my tongue out at her as Peter and I left. I had no intention of doing anything even remotely like that of course, but I still couldn't help fantasizing about it anyway as we made the quick trip back to my place. "Can I say something and not mean any offense by it?" Peter stated as we drove the short distance home. I smiled, holding my own nervousness, and curiosity in check. "Sure, go ahead," I said smiling demurely, trying to look something less than the cat who had swallowed the canary, though I'd already caught myself thinking about swallowing something else. "You've got really amazing boobs!" He said startling, and surprising me with his boldness. Now I did laugh, unable to help myself. Not wanting to embarrass him, nor myself any more than I already was, I tried keeping it light, a bit flirty perhaps...but friendly. "I bet you say that to all the girls." He actually looked surprised at that, his eyes wide as he responded back to me. "No, I don't...never have in fact, you're the first. But...I've only seen one other girl naked anyway, my ex girlfriend, and she didn't have boobs anywhere's near as big, or as pretty as yours are!" It was a strange compliment to have received, especially the way I'd received it, and with Peter sitting next to me in the car actually staring at my tits. Though had I of been in his shoes, I probably would have too. Just innocent, and naive enough not to know better. But then again, I only had myself to blame for looking the way I now looked too. "Thank you," I said simply not knowing exactly what else to say, though my mind jumped out ahead of me like it quite often did whenever I became aroused. "I take it she was your first then?" "First?" He said in that same naive way, and then realized what I'd meant by that. "Oh no...we ah, we ah never did that," he said blushing. "In fact, well...I'm still a virgin," he all but blurted, though continuing. "And I'm actually nervous about that too, you know...going in the Navy here soon and all, can only imagine what the other guys will think, or even do to me maybe, once they find out." I did laugh openly, embarrassing him a little perhaps though I had tried very hard not to. "I'm sorry," I said still trying to control my giggling. "But it's just that I'm actually surprised. As good looking a boy as you are, and knowing how kids are these days, it's just surprising to find one as attractive as you are...to still be a virgin!" Now he laughed too, once again easing the tension. "Not like I haven't tried," he explained. "But the one girl, not even my ex...that I thought about doing something like that with, wanted to wait until we were married. And I wasn't exactly in the marrying frame of mind at the time. I've always wanted to see a little bit of the world first before settling down, and I thought that joining the Navy for a few years, and doing that would be the most opportune way. Unfortunately, most of the girls I've known didn't see it that way. Hence me still being a virgin." We had just reached my street and was about to pull up into the driveway. "Tell you what, after you've finished mowing my...forest," I amended. "Come inside and we'll finish this conversation we're having," I told him, though again for the life of me...I didn't know why I had said that. I knew damn well I was teasing myself in a way, and perhaps him a little too. But I'd enjoyed talking to him, and if anything, wasn't quite ready to shoo him back home again too soon either. I quickly showed him where my own mower was, and then left him to his work while I went inside to once again change my clothes into something a bit more appropriate perhaps than what I'd been wearing. It was already getting warm however as I stood there in my bedroom, now naked trying to figure out what exactly it was I could wear without looking too obvious about it. "Obvious about what?" I asked myself. "It's not like you're actually planning on fucking the poor boy now are you?" I once again asked silently. "Or was I?" The truth was, I now found myself thinking about it, wondering. Wondering if in fact he actually might be interested. "Chasing Cougars?" Wasn't that the term I'd been hearing lately. "Was I? Would Peter see me in that light? Would he even be interested? Admiring my boobs was one thing. Giving his virginity away to a woman he'd most likely never see again was something else entirely. Especially when I was almost twice his age. I put another tight fitting red blouse on. No bra. And a matching pair of red shorts to go with it. No panties. And then I traipsed back down to the kitchen area to make up a batch of iced tea for when Peter was finished with the lawn. ** Half an hour later he was standing at my back door. I waved at him, motioning for him to come in. "I made some iced-tea," I said pleasantly, though his look told me upon hearing that he didn't really care for it. "Thanks, but I'd really prefer a beer if you have any," he said walking over to stand next to my kitchen counter. It was just noon, but I figured one beer wasn't going to hurt this early. It just so happened that I had a few Corona's in the refrigerator so I pulled two of them out. "You have any limes?" he now asked. I did, but I almost told him I didn't, starting to get just a little irritated with his sudden brashness the way I saw it. But once again my own horniness and my odd attraction to this young man both physically as well as towards this somewhat bold attitude caused me to do otherwise. I quickly retrieved a lime and began cutting it up for our beers. He stood still leaning against the counter as I strolled over towards the kitchen table preparing to sit down, knowing as I did so he was staring at me, no doubt admiring my tight fitting red outfit. "I liked the other shirt you had on better," I heard him suddenly saying. With my back still towards him I set my beer down on the kitchen table. Surprised unexpected anger, a bit of irritation with this young man caused me to do something that had I taken a moment more to think about, I probably wouldn't have done. Grabbing the bottom of my tank top, I suddenly yanked it up and over my head, turning, grabbing my beer as I did so. Tossing my top onto the table, I finished the turn lifting my beer up to my mouth sipping from it. I noticed as I did so, Peter had been in the process of sipping on his too, and now held it against his mouth, though he didn't drink. The surprise at my sudden action catching him totally off guard. His eyes were wide, as I stood there in front of him, my bare breasts both clearly revealed. "That better?" I asked. "Damn!" He finally said lowering his bottle without having taken a drink from it, drawing out the single word as though it were a sentence all by itself. I couldn't help but smile, his obvious appreciation was disarming as he stood there staring at my tits. As he did, I felt my nipples immediately begin to stiffen, my rather large areola's crinkling up excitedly. And then my own eyes wandered. Still leaning against my kitchen counter, it was nigh impossible not to notice the sudden growing bulge between his legs. The tight fitting Levi shorts he had on, simply not able to contain the press of his rapidly growing prick as he stood there. A fact that he became immediately aware of as it became quickly uncomfortable. Once again I put my beer down on the table and sauntered over towards him, my full breasts jutting out enticingly as I approached. "I hope you don't mind my asking..." he began. "But are those real?" Peter was so innocent, so naive, that I'd quickly come to the conclusion he was simply being himself, speaking his mind, putting words to his thoughts before actually thinking them through. I laughed. "See for yourself," I told him as I stepped up to stand there in front of him, only inches separating the two of us. I hadn't had children, nor would I ever do so. Something I had learned several years back. Though in a way I was now glad I hadn't, my almost forty-year old breasts looking as good as any woman's might half my age, especially as big and full as they were, though they did rest against my ribcage a bit heavier than they once had. Peter didn't need to be invited, or asked twice however as his hands immediately came up to surround, and almost immediately begin kneading my aroused flesh like a contented kitten. "Damn," he said again speaking his one word long drawn out sentence. "You like huh?" I purred back, enjoying the feel as he continued to squeeze, press and now palm my hard erect nipples, rubbing them in small gentle circles, which had the effect of releasing a driblet of arousal between my legs. Much more of that, because I hadn't worn any panties, I knew I'd be soaking my crotch in no time. My own newfound boldness took over as well as I softly reached out, fingers easily locating the firmness pressed against his pants. I allowed my fingernail to teasingly begin carving out an outline around his rock hard shaft. "Ohh!" he moaned, shivering uncontrollably as I did that. "You like that too huh?" I grinned continuing to do so. "Oh fuck yeah," he said pinching one nipple a bit too firmly, but I accepted the sweet momentary pain as being a sign of his ever-growing need and lust as we stood there. Reaching over with my other hand, I quickly popped the button on his jeans and then likewise began lowering the zipper on them too. "So Peter, have any of your ex-girlfriends given you a blowjob at least?" "Yeah, a couple of times, one did anyway...well, sort of." I looked him in the eye, eyebrows raised in question. "What do you mean by sort of?" "Well you know...she sucked on it a little, for a while. But then she took it out just before I came, didn't want to...well, you know. But...she DID let me shoot all over her breasts, that was nice!" He grinned remembering. I Shouldn't Have...But I Did I could tell by the expression on his face that even that had to have been a major turning point in his life. I rather enjoyed the feel of that myself on occasion, but as he'd already experienced that, I thought I'd give him something else even more pleasurable to remember. Wordlessly, I finished unzipping his shorts. The moment I had they came loose falling all the way down to his ankles. I had already half suspected, and now confirmed, he hadn't been wearing anything beneath them. His young very aroused prick stood up thick and straight, not overly huge by any means, but certainly well above the norm. I held it briefly in my hand, feeling the heat and throb of it as I caressed him from prick tip to his balls, gently caressing them as we stood there. I was enjoying the catch in his breath each and every time I slowly stroked down, watching his shinny hard prick-tip unsheathe itself. Even better, a nice pearly droplet of precum suddenly oozing from the tiny eye-slit when I did. It was then that I dropped down onto my knees before he knew what I was about. My mouth suddenly surrounding the spear-like tip of his shaft, his smooth head sliding in as my lips surrounded it, sucking it, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. "Oh fuck...that's nice," he again drawled out the words, rolling them over with his tongue as the excitement of the sensation became clearly evidenced in the way he had spoken them. I cupped his now very tight ball sack in my hand, letting one finger graze that tender little sweet spot in between his balls and ass, my mouth now working ever so softly just the tip of his prick for a moment. I then engulfed him as fully as I could, nearly swallowing his entire length, breathing through my nose as I did so, sucking, holding, sucking him again as his knees weakened. "Fuck Debra...I'm not sure..." he stammered fighting with every bit of strength he had left to keep from squirting off inside my mouth. I pulled away only for an instant. "Just enjoy," I told him..."Go ahead, cum in my mouth," I then said, engulfing him again almost immediately. And almost immediately, upon doing that, I felt the first powerful spurt of his semen hitting the roof of my mouth. Admittedly it had caught me by surprise, even though I thought I was prepared for it. He had been closer than even I thought he was. I was ready for the second, and the third however as I felt each one pulsating forcefully into my throat, nearly gagging as I did so, there was so much of it! After half a dozen full charged jettisons of his spunk, Peter finally ebbed off some, though still squirting. I continued to drink his essence down, savoring the musky, slightly salty flavor of him as I did so. I finally looked up, still licking his prick tip, digging into his tiny eye-slit with my tongue as though to dig out whatever else remained. He still had his eyes closed, one hand resting on the counter top for support, the other on the back of my head as he shuddered, groaning pleasurably. He was still very firm as I stood, holding his prick in my hand, licking my lips still tasting him. Though he had softened a little, I was always amazed at the resiliency of a young man's cock, remembering a time or two myself how they could so quickly bounce back from a recent spending. Counting on that, hoping for it. "So Peter, have you ever licked a woman's pussy before?" I stood, feeling the wetness between my legs even more apparent than it had been, knowing by now my crotch was totally soaked, already beginning to wiggle out of my own shorts as I stood there in front of him. "Once," he offered. "But all she did was giggle when I did it, so eventually I gave up," he said honestly. "She giggled?" I thought about that for a moment. Obviously she enjoyed it enough, so Peter had to have been doing something right, though I was now curious to find out why for myself. "Yeah, I think it tickled more than felt good," he added. "Anyway, that was the only time." "But you're willing to do it again yes?" "Oh hell yes!" His eyes widening as he said that, my hand now taking his in mine, though he didn't immediately step away with me as I pulled on him. Holding me at arm's length, he now looked down, his eyes boring into my very displayed bare pussy. "Wow, I've never seen one quite like that before," he told me. "Well, not since my sister was a baby anyway," he then added. Once again I had to laugh, pulling on his arm again. "Come on Peter, come make me giggle." ** Both of us naked, I led him upstairs towards my bedroom. Looking back as we reached the door, not at all surprised to see his cock firmly hard again, sticking up and straight, his once pink tip swollen purple now, his head throbbing as I led him over towards the bed making myself comfortable. I was half tempted to take him into my mouth again, but I was hoping for more, a lot more. "Come lick my pussy Peter," I said giggling even then, liking the sound of what I'd just said. I felt wickedly horrid, delightfully obscene as I lay back against the pillows, legs bent at the knee. I knew he could see very clearly the wet glistening lips of my sex, my own pussy now swollen, puffy with desire as he placed himself there between my wide open legs, for a moment just looking at me. I was content to allow him to do that, for a moment anyway. And then I felt his finger tip introduce itself to my tender little clit, making me jump when he did that. In an instant however, he had traded places with his finger, his lips immediately capturing and sucking my clit, his tongue suddenly and quite rapidly flicking my clit, and I knew then what had caused his girlfriend to giggle. "Whoa sport!" I said pushing his head away for a moment. "That little man in the boat there? It isn't a race, not yet anyway," I actually giggled. "Lick it slowly at first...softly, in fact, get me aroused just a bit more, licking me elsewhere before directly tickling my clit. Let me get used to it before you actually do that," I instructed him. "I think that's why your girlfriend giggled so much. If you start doing that too soon, it does actually tickle more than feel good," I informed him. Much to my delight, he began doing just that. I felt his tongue now slowly explore my inner-self, fucking me gently with it. His mouth now capturing my swollen labia, sucking and gently chewing on my lips, one finger now coming up to likewise probe my depths adding to the escalating pleasure. "Oh yeah, that's it baby. Much...much better," I cooed enjoying his naïveté, his willingness to learn and explore as I lay there enjoying his explorations. He then reached up with his free hand, capturing one of my nipples again, I playing with the other one myself as he rolled my hard nub between his fingertips. This time his pinch felt good, once again adding to my own level of arousal. "Hmm, yes, I like that," I told him. "Pull on them baby, while you're now sucking my clit!" I added. He went back to my clit, easily finding it, his mouth once again surrounding, sucking, though this time a bit more gently than he had before. "Yes, yes! That's perfect, keep doing it like that!" I told him, his finger slowly working itself in and out of my pussy, teasing my "G" spot even though I was pretty sure he didn't know he was doing that. Likewise, he did pull, still twisting, tugging on my hard extended nipple, the pleasure-pain of his doing that now wanted, needed as he likewise sucked in my clit. There was no giggling now, no tickling. Only the sweet, sweet joy of having my pussy licked so wonderfully, so pleasurably after such a long, long fucking time! Almost as quickly as he had done, I felt myself reaching the edge. I thought about warning him, though I wasn't sure if I would, or wouldn't...but then felt the beginning of my climax, too late to say anything as I gave myself over to it. I did squirt a little, just enough to surprise him, though he continued on sucking, licking and mouthing my cunt. I saw stars going off inside my head, the wave of pleasure crashing over me, against me...every fiber of my being suddenly seized in what became one of the most intensely satisfying orgasms of my entire life. I almost believe I had lost consciousness for a moment, coming around again, only then realizing he had crawled up to lay next to me, though his mouth now working on one of my still erect, somewhat sensitive nipples. The touch of his finger still inside, slowly stroking me, the wetness of my spending clinging to it, the sounds he was making slippery, squishy, sensually erotic. "Wow," he said simply. "Wow is right," I returned back leaning over to kiss him then deeply, passionately rolling him over onto his back as I did so. We kissed again before I finally forced myself to sit up, looking down at him. His cock hard as I'd ever seen it, perhaps even harder, throbbing all on its own only inches away from my thoroughly drenched cunt. "Peter? I'm not expecting you to, if you don't want to..." "Fuck me Debra," he then told me, interrupting my sentence. "I want to fuck you too!" he added. I lifted up just enough to reposition myself, coming down once again, not quite allowing him entry as I rested my wet split against the length of his extremely hard dick. I proceeded to slide back and forth against him then, letting him feel my slickness as it bathed his precious cock. I enjoyed the feel of his hands as he reached up, once again taking each of my breasts, molding them, teasing the nipples. As he did that, I felt his cock tip suddenly catch in the groove of my split, in the very next second I moved up, and then down. I felt, as we both did, the entire length of his shaft suddenly penetrate, driving up fully inside me. "Fuck!" he blurted out loudly. "Hold still," I now whispered. "Just relax, feel it...and enjoy it for a moment more before moving again." It had been a long, long time since I'd seen that look of pure unbridled wonder and discovery. I could see by his expression he was even now hovering on the precipice of orgasm, fighting with all his might to keep his prick from ejaculating inside me. I held very still, though teasing him a little with a contraction or two as I held a vice-like grip on his prick with my cunt. "Whew...that was close," he said a moment later. "Fuck...I've never felt anything like this!" He then added, "And I thought your mouth felt good!" I couldn't help but smile, looking down at his young boyish face filled with so much surprise, wonder and pleasure. "I'll hold still now at first," I whispered. "Move as much or as little as you want to. Just enjoy the sensation, what it's like as you begin fucking my pussy. Not too hard, not too fast, we're not in a race here either," I reminded him. I held still, feeling Peter's tentative thrusts inside my pussy, the slow easy way that he slid in, and then drew himself out, almost torturous to us both before he again held himself still. "You're doing good," I told him. "Now you lay still while I do you, when you're ready..." I once again grinned at him. He took a moment more, steeling himself. "Ready." I moved upwards, enjoying the thrill of his penis as I slid over and against it, feeling it not quite exit my cunt before I just as slowly lowered myself down over it. The thickness of his prick teasing the walls of my cunt, his hardness almost chilling, as I then grounded myself against him, rotating my hips briefly, grinding his meat inside. "Fuck!" He moaned audibly as I repeated the tease, once again up, and then down, ever so slowly, sitting upon him his prick tip tickling my cervix. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out," he freely admitted. "I almost lost it that time," he grinned boyishly, a bit embarrassed by the admission. "And, don't I need to pull out?" He now asked a bit worriedly. "I'm totally safe, so you can spunk me as much as you'd like," as I clenched his prick with my pussy again, using my muscles to caress him with. "Fuck," he moaned pleasurably, feeling it as I did. "Can we do it again when I do?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Sure we can, as much as you'd like unless you have other plans," I assured him. "I think it depends more on you doesn't it?" "I just didn't want you to be too disappointed in me," he stated. "Might take several minutes for me to get hard again. Sometimes when I jerk off, it can take as much as ten, sometimes fifteen minutes before I can get hard again." "That long huh?" I teased as I slid up and down the length of his shaft. Peter now thrusting inside me as I did, the two of us now finally moving together as one, meeting one another with a sudden rapidity that could be heard in the slap of flesh against flesh as our fucking finally took on some urgency. "Oh fuck!" He warned moments later, though neither one of us slowed down or backed off, our coupling if anything growing wilder, harder as he slammed into my pussy from below, and as I met him just as fiercely from above, moments later hearing, and then feeling his first massive spurt as he began filling me. As he did, I felt my own pussy gush, gush again, and then spurt. My juices just as powerfully squirting from my own cunt now as I came, joining him in his own sweet pleasured bliss. We drenched one another completely, saturating the sheets on my bed, though neither one of us seemed to mind as we rolled over one another. Crazily, wildly, Peter now kneeling between my legs, his prick thrusting in and out of me like a machine, his prick still squirting inside almost magically still. We collapsed, breathless, spent. Each one of us trying to gather out wits about us as we rocked back and forth, still slowly coupling though the intensity of the mutual orgasm itself was long since passed. "I think I could stay inside you forever," he informed me. Now I did giggle, loud and long. "Baby? As hard as you still are, you're welcome to remain right where you are, for as long as you want to!" Ten minutes later, we were fucking like minks, Peter spearing me with that magnificent cock of his from above now, as I lay below him, rising up to greet each and every thrust as he pounded me into sweet oblivion. Just before he came this time however, I did make him pull out. "Squirt it on my tits baby," I asked. "I want to see you cum this time." I wasn't disappointed either. ** We were resting side by side, still lightly caressing one another when the phone rang. I looked up at the clock, it was just after three in the afternoon then. "Hello?" "Well? Did you or didn't you?" My sister asked. "I figured since I hadn't heard back from you before now, that you probably hadn't, or I would have," she chuckled. At first I didn't say anything, just contentedly laying there still half in a dream. "Well? Did you, or didn't you?" she asked a bit irritably. "Here, ask him yourself," I told her handing the phone to Peter as I slithered down between his legs, once again taking his cock into my mouth, gently sucking it. "Hello?" he asked pleasurably and then laughed. "Oh yeah, we did...four times now in fact," he said proudly. "What? Oh...well, she's sort of busy at the moment," he told her, and then put his hand over the mouthpiece speaking to me. "She wants to know what you're so busy doing that you can't talk to her at the moment," he asked. "So tell her," I laughed, taking his cock back into my mouth, delighting in the fact it was already stiffening so magnificently again. "Really?" "Yeah...really," I mouthed not removing my lips. "Joyce? Well uh...she told me to tell you, she's ah...oh fuck, she's a...sucking my dick at the moment. Yeah...she really is," he moaned deeply into the phone. "What? Oh...ok, I will," he laughed hanging up. "What did she say?" I asked. "She said she was on her way over," he moaned as I took him in as far and as deeply as I could before speaking again. "Why does that not surprise me?" I chuckled. "Think you can handle the two of us?" I then asked. "I don't know, maybe. But I'd sure as hell like to find out!" "Yeah, me too," I grinned as I nursed his cock back to full hardness, expecting to hear the sound of my front door opening any moment now. ** I Shouldn't Have Done That Disclaimer: This is a fairly long story, with bouts of descriptive sex. If you're looking for a quick read, look elsewhere. Otherwise, enjoy the story. ***** I awoke to the sweet familiar scent of my husband. Only my husband has been in jail for a few months now. As I woke up more fully and rubbed my eyes, I looked around my dark room. Light was starting to flood in from the arched window, and was peeking inside my room. I felt the warm light on my naked chest and my cold nipple. It felt good to get warm. I had an old style house, that was made of stone. My husband insisted, said it made the summers feel cooler. I wondered why I thought I had smelled my husband's scent here. I must have been wrong, he couldn't have been here. I must just be missing him more than I thought. But honestly, it felt like I didn't miss him at all. It felt horrible to say, but we had only been married a few months before he went to jail for a minor drug charge. The DA decided to make an example out of him, so he was serving jail time. And I was actually happy to have the chance to be away from him. It feels like I'm a terrible wife to think that. But today I was going to visit him at the jail, he said he had big news. I was going to need a lot of coffee to get myself there. I had worked a full shift at the Hospital last night. I rolled out of bed, having realized the time was already away from me, and stood naked in front of my mirror. I don't like sleeping with clothes on, but my husband always insisted I wear them when he was here. He said it made him uncomfortable. Well he isn't here now. I looked into the mirror and examined my body. I'd like to grow a cup size, but I now just fit into a C cup, I thought to myself while running my hands over them. I'm a curvy girl who could stand to lose a few pounds. But the weight I did have fell mostly in my ass, and thighs. It made me curvy, and let me have the hourglass shape that is the much celebrated form of a female body. The part of my body I would love to change has always been my brown straight hair, which I have always wanted to be curly. I got out of bed and threw my clothes off of the end of the bed and into the hamper. I picked my scrubs back up and picked my nametag back up and put it on my dresser. My name is Samantha. I hopped in the shower, and got ready to meet my husband. *** On the way there, I decided to stop in at my local coffee shop. There were other Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts around, but I liked to help the local place. Also the coffee guy was mad cute. I stepped up to the register and ordered a coffee. "There's the most loyal coffee drinker I've ever seen." He said to me. "Just here to stare at your body as usual." I said back to him smirking, in our usual flirty manner. I probably shouldn't flirt with other men when I'm married, but like I said... My husband was in jail. And Jim here was tall, dark, and handsome. Well hot, not exactly handsome. He had a tattoo running the length of one of his right arm and a piecing in his ear. "It is too bad you're married, I have this copy of Top Gun where the directors talk the entire time. On VHS." "Oh, I'd need to change my panties after watching that. It's clearly the best movie ever." "Me too." He joked. "So you should swing by, it makes for a great show Samantha." "Oh I just might do that, Jim." I said jokingly. He made various offers like this every time I was in here, I never took them seriously. I paid and left with my coffee. I went to my car in the parking lot, and took a sip of my coffee. It was then that I noticed that this time he had written his address on my coffee cup. Well, this is the definition of a dilemma. I would like to go over and.. watch the movie. But I should be a good wife and see my increasingly distant husband. Do I do what I want to do, or what I ought to do? *** I decided to do the right thing, and be faithful to my husband. I had my appointment to see him around 7pm. The local jail had late visiting hours, and you had to make very specific appointments. I was driving to see him, when as the fates would allow, I got a flat tire. I didn't know who to call, and I didn't have a spare. I obviously couldn't call my husband to come and pick me up. It was late and dark and beginning to feel the start of a horror movie. After all, I was dressed in a tight black dress to go see my husband. I did however notice that I was within a few blocks of Jim's house. I gathered my wits about me and walked briskly the few blocks to his house. *** "You must be freezing!" Jim said to me. "I'm alright, I just didn't want to get raped. Sorry to bother you." "Well as far as excuses go, that one is more valid than most. I mean it is a really creepy sidewalk at night." "So creepy. Much scare." He draped a blanket around my shoulders. "Now let me get you a glass of wine to warm you up!" Against my better judgment, I accepted. He brought a full bottle in, and two glasses. We sat on the couch together and talked a little. Nothing too deep or personal, just kind of flirting back and forth. He said how good I looked in my dress, and I said how good he looked in just a plain white t shirt and jeans. He put Top Gun in and we started watching. By the time the first 30 minutes were gone, we had drank half the bottle. The more I drank, the friendlier I got. It was so easy to talk with him and he made me laugh. The wine was giving me a nice warm feeling, and I subconsciously was playing with my hair. I dragged my fingers across the front of my dress and pulled it down some, showing off more of my boobs than I should. I wanted to see if he would look, just if he would look, just to see if he was interested in my body. Nothing more, I was a married woman. He did look. We kept joking and talking, and slowly getting closer to each other. He put his arm around me and said something about making sure the blanket was keeping me warm enough. I said something like how I could always be warmer. His hand fell on my naked thigh, and I breathed in a little. He was rubbing my thigh gently, trying to be soft but his hands felt rough dragging across my tender skin. A silent voice nagged again at me, telling me I should stop it. I should just stand up and leave. But then he leaned in and started kissing my cheek and I couldn't hear any voice while he was doing it. He kissed along my cheek, until he was at my neck. He started to kiss lightly across it, which made me moan involuntarily. I just then noticed what I had been doing while he was kissing me, I was rubbing my breasts through my dress. I couldn't help myself. One strap of my dress had fallen down over my shoulder so that my bra was showing now. His hands fell now onto my hands. He moved them to the side and started squeezing my breasts through my dress. I was getting so hot and started to shift where I was sitting, and then he started to suck my neck. He sucked lightly, kissing across my neck until he found just the right spot and then sucked so hard. I moaned again, because there was no stopping it. He pulled the other strap of my dress down and tried to tug it down. My mind said no no no no noo, even while my ass lifted off the couch to help him. I was half naked now and practically writhing around, wanting to be touched so badly. He reeled his hand back and smacked one of my boobs through my bra, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my whole body. Oh god, he's kinky too. He reached behind me to unclip my bra, and it fell away. I said "finally" and was about to caress my tits myself, but he reached it before me with an enthusiasm too high to prevent. He pulled my nipples and rubbed my boobs in circles. I was so wet, and looked down to see his hard cock straining against his pants. I licked my lips. He pulled my dress off of me all the way now, and I was sure that he could see the wet spot on my panties. He put his hand on my panties and rubbed my really quickly through them, for only a few seconds. I bucked my hips with my eyes closed, enjoying it. When I opened them, he was naked and rubbing the magnificent cock of his. He pulled my panties off and started rubbing my pussy with his cock. Oh my god, I wanted it so bad. "Noo, stoppp." I said, breathing in more than I was breathing out. He looked surprised. "What?" "I can't, I'm married." He looked disappointed, and then he dragged his cock all around my pussy. "But, as long as you don't fuck my pussy it's not cheating." I said, desperately. You wicked girl, my mind said. I was too horny, it couldn't stop now. The illicit nature of it only served to turn me on more now. I'd never wanted it so bad. "Give me your cock in my mouth, I want it so bad." He came up to my mouth, and started to shove his cock inside of my mouth. Oh god yes. I started to finger myself hard. I sucked his hard cock quickly and fervently. He put his hand in my hair and started to fuck my mouth. He slammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I was gagging on his cock, and kept my fingers going so hard inside of my pussy. I used my other hand to rub my clit fast. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was confused and so horny. He brought it down to my pussy and pulled my hands away. He thrust his cock inside of me hard. My entire body spasmed, and my moan betrayed how badly I wanted it. He started fucking me hard, while groaning. I bucked my hips to meet his cock. He kept slamming into me harder and harder, over and over. I could not think straight, I was so close. He started shooting his hot cum inside of me and fucked me as hard as he could. I felt the cum shoot deep inside of me, and I started to cum so fucking hard along with him. - We laid there awkwardly for some time. By his posture, he seemed to not notice it. I had just cheated on my husband, and on top of that I had told Jim to not fuck me. He did anyway. I felt anger at myself for having enjoyed it even though I said no. My resolve coming back, and also an aching awareness of what I'd done, I sat up in the bed. "I should leave." "No, don't leave." He said, seeming genuinely upset. "You've talked about those German waffles that your grandma made, and I thought you could make some for us." While I was just enthralled with the idea of staying to cook him a meal, I definitely felt like I had stayed too long. "No, some other time maybe. I should really get going." I started to put my bra on, and stood up. He furrowed his brow and also got out of bed. "You shouldn't leave when you're upset." "You probably shouldn't tell me what to do." His eyes narrowed at that, and he pushed me against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing?" He started kissing my neck. I told him to stop, but he kept going. He held my hands over my head until my protests eventually turned to moans. And then we had sex again, before I finally gave up on my car and called a cab to go home. I was home by 2:30 am, well past when I should have met my husband. And then I laid in bed awake for several more hours, feeling too upset to even cry. I didn't know what the future held for me and husband, especially now. But I vowed to keep what happened a secret, to keep my own failures to myself. The truth could only harm things. And I really saw no way of it getting back to my husband anyway. ***** End of Chapter One If you are interested in being an editor for me, with my future stories, please let me know! I Shouldn't Have Helped Her At All Note: Thanks to my muse; she knows who she is. She inspired all of, and even contributed part of, this story. I shouldn't have helped her at all. I can see that now. Her problems were none of my business, and I could easily have said "no." Now I was on the floor of her kitchen at her feet, whimpering, hoping that I wouldn't get beaten any more. Then, she pissed on me. I work in the Marketing Department of a medium-sized company in New Jersey. I'm 50 years old, married, and have probably risen as high in the company as I ever will. When Chloe Lee came to see me, I was a little puzzled. She is a 24-year old Chinese woman who works downstairs in the Product Development Department. We'd chatted a few times in the cafeteria on breaks, but otherwise had no professional contact at all. I was kind of taken aback when she sought my help with writing a report for her boss, Terry Johnson. I'm what they call a "pearl diver" - a white guy with an unthinking lust for Asian females. It is sometimes said with a smile, but most Asian women find guys like me terribly creepy, and are not flattered by our attentions. I'd spent eight happy years overseas in the Army before getting out and coming to work here at the company. I'd had sex -- and fallen in and out of love -- with women in Japan and Korea, and I never really got the Asian female thing out of my system. So, when cute little Chloe Lee chatted with me on breaks, and then asked for some assistance, I stupidly fell all over myself trying to please her. I let some of my own marketing work slide, to make time for hers, and missed more than one or two customer meetings, just so I could sit with her in her office reviewing her project. Mainly because I had silly delusions I might be able to get into her pants, I even had meetings with her at her apartment on weekends -- taking time away from my own wife and kids to drool over her always low-cut necklines at her dining room table. Chloe was small for a grown woman: about five feet, thin as a rail, and had the cutest little tiny tits, that barely stretched her 32A bra. Yes, I know, checking her laundry basket every time I broke for a pee was totally inappropriate. So was stealing pairs of her panties when I could. If my wife had found them, I would have been in deep kimchi. I'd wait at home 'til late at night, after my wife fell asleep, and then I'd masturbate while smelling Chloe's underwear. The next weekend I'd swap the pair that no longer smelled of her crotch for a new pair from her laundry basket! Anyway, there was in fact no way in hell I was ever going to score with Chloe. She was gorgeous, and I was graying and pot-bellied. She had a good-looking boyfriend; and he had a gun. Chloe loved talking about her macho boyfriend and his guns. Seems he had long ones and short ones and ones I'd never heard of - even though I was the one who'd actually been in the Army. The strain of lusting for this little sex-pot and making no advances at all was fraying my nerves. Then Chloe screwed up the whole project we'd been working on by falsifying some data and bootlegging a poorly-edited draft of her project to her boss. He got mad, found out I had been involved in his department's most-confidential project, and called my boss. Who threatened to fire me. I went to Chloe's apartment Sunday morning and read her the damned Riot Act. She had no further use for me at this point, so she laughed in my face and called me a dirty old man who only wanted her pussy. I lost my temper and called her a slut, which got me a really hard slap to my face. I said that I ought to take her over my knee and give her a good spanking. I braced for another slap, but instead she looked me right in the eye, grinned wickedly, and took off her shorts and panties. While I gaped at her delightful pussy with its slight wisps of pubic hair, she pushed me back into a kitchen chair, draped herself over my lap, and told me to go ahead and spank her! You're right – it was a trick. I gave her two or three half-hearted swats, getting my bearings and trying to figure out how this terrible situation had turned into a porn fantasy. Then she jumped up, kicked my chest, and tumbled me backwards onto the floor. Chloe Lee, I learned later, was a very accomplished martial artist. The rare kind – the kind who don't walk around bragging about it. She kicked me again three or four times while I rolled around on the floor, then pulled me to my feet and punched my lights out. I was back on the floor, on my back, when she jumped astride my chest and started slapping my face from side to side. When I went limp, she raised herself forward on her knees, put that gorgeous Asian pussy I'd been dreaming about right over my bleeding face, and let lose a stream of piss all over my head. "You're pathetic," she screamed at me. This is the only way you'll EVER get close to my pussy!" She reached around behind herself, grabbed my crotch, and I came in my pants. * * * When I went into work Monday, she came to see me, accompanied by her boss. Terry Johnson gave both of us hell, and informed me that he and Lamar Washington, my boss, had made a decision. Given the urgency of the situation and the nature of Chloe's fake data screw up, I was seconded to work for Terry finalizing the report. Chloe would temporarily report directly to me until Humpty-Dumpty had been put back together again. Given that I'd already (and improperly) worked on it, there wouldn't be a confidentiality problem. Terry told me sternly that both our jobs were on the line here: one more fuckup by me, and I would be fired. Terry said that as for Chloe, if she didn't perform, she was out the door – and it was my call. As soon as Terry walked out the door, Chloe burst into tears and begged me to help her. I asked why I should bother. She walked up to my chair and fumbled at her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, exposing little black cotton panties. When I reached for them, she told me "No don't touch," very sharply. I sat back as she slowly peeled her panties down and then bent down to pick them up. I nearly had a heart attack when I looked at her pussy. She'd shaved since yesterday; gone were those beautiful wispy little pubic hairs that made her look 15 years old down there. Now she was bald as a baby. She looked at me and smiled cruelly, then knelt before me and undid my belt. She jerked my trousers open and roughly pulled them down, exposing my half-erect cock. "You'll get closer to my pussy if we work together again," she breathed. "Will you help me?" "God yes," I panted, my hands on her tight little butt as she moved to straddle my legs. "That's good." Terry's voice shocked me. He wasn't just in my office doorway; he was in my office, right behind Chloe. "Fuck," Chloe squeaked, her face pale with shock. Neither of us had heard him return. Then, "what," as Terry's hands gripped her hips, followed by a long "uuuuughhhhhhhhhh" as Terry's hard cock drove into her pussy. Chloe's firm little tits jiggled in front of my face as Terry started to fuck her from behind, her hands gripping my shoulders. Her face looked wide-eyed and confused, as if she didn't know what was happening. Her knees started to collapse. Terry laughed and fucked her even harder. His cock looked enormous, compared to mine, and glistened with Cloe's juices under the bright office lights. Chloe sobbed, her head falling to rest on my shoulder as her supervisor power-hosed her tight little cunt. I could hear her breathing in my ear, feel her body shuddering under the impact of Terry's cock plunging into her hairless pussy. Still straddling me, her thighs brushed my smaller cock back and forth as Terry fucked her. Her little black cotton panties fell from one of her hands to drape themselves on my cock. Terry lifted her off me as she started to collapse, and placed her face down over my desk. Now he was fucking her so hard that the old wooden desk moved. Chloe was going to be bruised after Terry finished with her. I found myself almost hypnotized by the in and out motion of Terry's 8- or 9-inch penis, and the here-we-are, now-we're gone appearance of her bald little Asian cunt lips. I watched Terry's cock, at least 3 inches longer than mine, sliding into her. It glistened wetly, huge in comparison to Chloe's diminutive Asian body. She moaned and squeaked and cried out and clutched at the desk, her little breasts jiggling as Terry fucked her. Terry finally came in her, her mouth opened wide, drool all over the side of her face. She shuddered and groaned as he filled her with his cum. Then, abruptly, he was done with her, walking out of my office, zipping his trousers up, not even looking back. "Help this whore get the project done, Don!" floated over his shoulder. Chloe lay bent forward over my desk where Terry had finished with her. She was naked from the waist down. Her white work blouse was open, her pink pussy looked swollen and distended, and she was oozing Terry's cum all over the critical marketing project I was supposed to have delivered to my boss in an hour's time. My 5-inch cock was as hard as it had ever been. I walked over to her and slapped her butt, hard, watching the red imprint on her little cheek. Then the other cheek. Slap... slap ... slap..... She sobbed. "I'm sorry Don, I'm sorry..... I know you want my pussy." She struggled to her feet -- and then smiled up at me as she slipped an ankle behind mine and flipped me onto my back on the floor. Smiling cruelly down at me, she knelt astride my head, her cunt right over my face, Terry's cum trickling down her thighs. "Lick my pussy clean, Don," she said, lowering herself onto my mouth as she reached down to stroke my cock, her discarded panties in her hand. "You know you want this. My pussy, some dude's cum; you've died and gone to Heaven, haven't you, you worthless sissy?" She had an orgasm as my tongue lapped at her, my mouth sucking at those delicate pussy lips, nibbling on her tiny little clit. So did I, coming into her panties as she wrapped them around my cock and stroked me. I spent the rest of Monday avoiding Chloe and Terry. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that despite all the failures of my pathetic attempts to seduce Chloe Lee, I had ended up with my face in her crotch two days in a row. Sunday she beat me to the floor of her apartment and released her urine on my face and in my mouth as I orgasmed helplessly into my pants. Now, less than 24 hours later, I'd licked another man's jizz from her labia on the floor of my own office, while she beat me off into her panties. I had two serious problems. First, work. My marketing projects were significantly behind schedule, and now I was supposed to give all my attention to the Production Department report for Terry Johnson. I would need to talk to my boss, Lamar Washington, to set some priorities for the next few weeks. Mr. Washington had never liked me, and always made it clear to the entire department that he couldn't wait for "Old Donald" to retire so a younger, more energetic worker could take over my responsibilities. While some of my colleagues called him by his first name in the office, he had taken me aside twice to let me know that he expected me to address him as "Mr. Washington" in the office. My current situation was likely to end up giving him an opportunity to show me the door. Several of my young staff were already jockeying for position to replace me, and were undercutting my work whenever they could get away with it. At least two of them had seen Terry screwing Chloe in my office, but neither said a word to me about what had happened, or my own shameless behavior after Terry left. My second problem was at home. My wife knew I was lying about something yesterday, when I returned from Chloe's apartment wearing a different shirt that the one I'd worn out of the house in the morning. I'd had to sneak the piss-soaked blue shirt into the laundry as soon as I'd been able. Given more time, I might have come up with a credible reply, but my nonsensical stammering about spilling my coffee made my wife suspicious. As I entered Mr. Washington's office, I heard him say "Thank you for calling, Malik. I'll figure something out." The only Malik I know in our company worked for me – and was one of the possible witnesses to Chloe's wild sex show this morning. I asked Mr. Washington to help me set priorities for the next few weeks, given his order that I be seconded to Production to work on their report project. He gave me a cold, hard stare and then told me basically that I was in a jam of my own making, and he expected me to work harder to satisfy both departments. He rose from his desk, took me by the arm, and walked me towards his door. Confirming my suspicions about Malik, he moved his grip from my elbow to my ass, and said, "I hear that you've already begun satisfying the Production Department. Don't ever come into my office again with another man's sperm on your face." Then he slowly wiped his finger across my mouth and carefully pushed the finger between my lips. There was no cum on my face – I'd spent a long time cleaning up after Chloe rubbed my face with her cummy snatch two hours earlier. Mr. Washington just wanted me to know that he knew what had happened. *** When Chloe got home Monday night, her boyfriend was waiting at the door. He had barely slept the night before, after the shock of finding his beloved oriental flower pissing all over that creep-o guy from her office. He'd picked the fucker up off of the floor and thrown his ass out into the hallway, but Chloe had refused to tell him exactly why she'd debased the guy so cruelly. "It wasn't sex, Tommy. I don't even like the old fart. He insulted me, and I put a beating on him, and I decided to humiliate him for perving on me all the time. But it wasn't sex. You're the only man I love." Tommy Considine allowed himself to be persuaded when Chloe dropped to her knees, opened his zipper, and pulled his stiffening cock from his boxers. Christ, she loved Tommy's dick, Chloe thought. It was thick, and long, and hard as granite. Tommy could fuck all night and Chloe tested this regularly, riding him cowgirl for hours at a time. Because as strong and tough as 24-year-old Tommy was, Chloe almost always rode cowgirl. In bed, despite her tiny size, Cloe was always in charge. As Chloe turned around and backed her pussy up onto Tommy's soaking-wet cock, she told him "Look, Tommy, I don't like it any more than you do, but I have to keep working with this guy for a few more weeks if I hope to get that promotion." "I don't like it, Chloe," Tommy moaned, as she squeezed her Kegels on his foot-long. "I don't either, Tommy, but I have no choice. And he'll be back here again on weekends, too, just like before, helping with the assignment." "I'm not leaving you alone with that pervert, Chloe. I'm not gonna do it." "No sweat, dear, you stick around and keep an eye on him. All I want from him is work. Don't let Don out of your sight, if you don't want to." So it was no surprise, except to me, the following weekend, that Tommy caught me in the act of hamper-diving for crusty panties.... * * * Tuesday morning, Terry Johnson called me in the Marketing office and ordered me to report full-time to my new cubicle in Production. When I arrived, I saw that it was so small that it would have been appropriate only for a very junior ranking staff member. I went to his corner office to ask for more space, but he refused to discuss it. Instead, he slammed the door and said, "Look here, Elliott. I had a call this morning from Lamar. He told me about the sick shit you did after I left your office yesterday. Let's get something straight right now, and I don't mean your little dick. You work for me. I'll tell you when, where, and how you work. Chloe Lee reports to you, but if I hear you even glanced sideways at her sweet yellow pussy I'll have your ass, you hear me? That was the best fuck I've had in years, and I plan to stuff my cock in her tight sideways pussy a lot more from now on." "Sir...." I stammered. "I don't know what Mr. Wash...." "Shut the fuck up, Elliott." I did. "Here's the deal, Donald. I'll let Chloe feed you Mongolian creampie once in a while, but only if you keep this project of mine from blowing up. You do good work for me, and I'll let her drain her snatch on your face all the time. But if things keep moving sideways, you'll be getting my jizz straight from me, you understand? Up your worthless baggy ass. So if you're in love with Miss Lee's pussy, you'd better work your ass off -- or else I'll hump it off." I left his office with my head down and returned to my cubicle. As I sat down on my new chair, my asshole gave me a little tingle as I imagined Terry Johnson's long, thick cock forcing its way in through the exit between my butt cheeks. Only a few times in my life had I ever had sex with another guy, and in each instance, it had been only a blowjob. I'd never had any form of anal sex with anyone, male or female. I shivered again as I wondered what it would be like to have a strong, dominant man bend me over and fill my ass with cock. Chloe came in a few minutes later, and slowed at my cubicle on the way to her own. She reached out her hand and put something into mine. It felt like a pair of panties, but I was scared to look, and quickly thrust the hand into my jacket pocket. She leaned forward as if to kiss me on the cheek but held me a few inches away and whispered in my ear, "Here's a clean pair for you to jack off into, Donald. Give them back to me before you go home tonight, and they'd better be crusty with at least three loads of your worthless jizz...." Late that afternoon I did, and they were. * * * Wednesday morning Terry Johnson called Chloe and me to the third floor conference room. Her latest draft was in front of him, all marked up with blue and red inked corrections. He was clearly pissed that she'd done such sloppy work, again. Some companies don't fuss about the quality and correctness of internal documents, but ours did. Writing well was a key part of our position descriptions. No one at our level was expected to write poorly. People with Chloe's level of writing skill would not normally even be hired in the first place. My guess is that Chloe had entered through one of our intermittent "diversity hiring initiatives." Terry started berating Chloe for her "garbage" and then unloaded on me for not correcting her work before it got to his desk. While he was ranting, Chloe stood up, reached under her skirt, and pulled off her own panties. As she intended, Terry suddenly fell silent. She handed the underwear to me, turned to present her ass towards Terry, and bent over the conference table. She reached back to flip the back of her skirt over her ass, baring her pussy. "I deserve a spanking," she whimpered. Then she wiggled her ass from side to side until Terry responded. I realized only then that Chloe had done this on purpose, slipping her intentionally poor report to Terry with the intention of giving him another excuse to pound his cock into her. He jumped up out of his chair as if his pants were on fire, clutching franticly at the front of his trousers and yanking down his zipper. He pulled off his belt and took three or four swings at Chloe's gorgeous little ass – her bony butt had barely any meat on it at all. His cock leapt up, erecting quickly, and he drew the belt around Chloe's neck as he fell on top of her and jabbed himself into her pussy. The conference room had no windows, of course, and only one door. I sidled over to the door to make sure it was locked. Terry could have taken it slow -- there was no rush. He'd surely reserved the conference room for a full hour. But he'd known he would fuck Chloe even before we had arrived at the room. If all he had wanted to do was to discuss the project, he'd have called us to his office downstairs. He'd been picturing himself fucking Chloe for at least an hour, and he was all wound up. I Shouldn't Have Helped Her At All "You can have her next Don," Terry snarled at me, "though I doubt she'll want your little dick after I get through with her." And then he threw his head back, groaned, And blasted his sperm into her grasping little vagina. I already knew that Chloe had no interest in my small cock. But I'd stripped my pants off quickly, just in case I'd get the chance to stick it to Chloe after Terry ejaculated. Didn't happen. Instead I heard Terry snarl "Clean-up on Aisle One, Donny-boy. Get over here and suck pussy, you pussy." He didn't move back from Chloe, and she couldn't move forward, so I was forced to sort of jam myself in, on my knees, between their legs. I slurped hungrily at Chloe's crotch, and my little cock was about as hard as it had ever been, bobbing just above the floor as a kneeled between them. None of what had happened so far was surprising to me. After all, we'd all sort of been here before. Terry had fucked Chloe once before, and I'd eaten her cummy pussy once before. But the fact that Chloe's sperm donor was present was new for both of us, and Terry had never seen my lapping up his ejaculate before. It turned him on all over again. I couldn't see his cock right now of course – I was facing away from him, on my knees at his feet, and didn't know that he was still hard as granite and dripping cum. But he could see me, and I was giving him a kinky idea. The first inkling I had was when he reached down and twisted my head away from Chloe. "Over here now, Donnie. There's a mess over here that needs your attention too." His warm slimy cock dragged across my cheeks as he pulled my face around to face his hairy cock and balls. "Lick, Don. Clean me too. You can lick Chloe again in a minute, but you've got to help me out here." Chloe felt my face come away from her bottom and heard Terry's alpha-male command to me. She moaned and turned around to watch my submission. "Oh God, Terry, he's doing it; he's sucking your cock!" This was Chloe's most-powerful fantasy, watching a man sexually degraded. She'd dominated me herself twice, and now she had an up-close view of Terry taking my manhood away from me. She rolled all the way off of the desk, fell to her knees next to me, and shoved me aside. Terry's man-sized dick was all she craved at the moment, and she sucked him to the root in one awesome gulp. Then she stood up, gave Terry a drooling wet French kiss, and in almost a whisper asked him to fuck her ass. She spun back around into almost the same position she'd had before, draped over the table, and said more loudly, "Fuck my ass, Terry. Please?" "Get her wet, Don," Terry barked at me, and I turned back towards the table, still on my knees, and buried my mouth between Chloe's barely-there buttcheeks. I licked at her tiny little anus and tried to force the tip of my tongue into her rectum. Because she was so small and thin, I had no difficulty planting my whole face right up against her asshole. Her sphincter was too tight, of course, to admit my tongue, and I didn't penetrate much. I didn't get a second chance, either, because Terry pulled me aside and placed the tip of his stone-hard cock right at the entrance. He slowly sawed back and forth, getting a fraction of an inch into her bottom, then pulling back, then taking another small advance, etc. Once he had about three inches in Chloe had another orgasm, and while that caused her hole to clamp down tightly on Terry's cock, it also gave him the impetus to shove in harder. Chloe shouted "God, no, Terry, that hurts! Use some lube." "There's no Astroglide in a conference room, you stupid whore," Terry snarled, hunching over and trying to get more dick into her. "I can't take it dry; you're too big." Then the evil bitch had an inspiration. "Don, lick it for me honey, please? Lick both of us. It hurts so much, Don. Please?" I'd been in her web too long to think for myself, and quickly gave her what she wanted. I squirreled my face into their crotches and licked whatever I could reach with my tongue. Terry pulled all the way out and I briefly sucked the end of his hot cock into my mouth. God, that felt good, I thought. I'd forgotten how much I'd enjoyed sucking cock in college. Then I turned away and slobbered as much spit as I could over Chloe's pink and brown asshole. Back once more to suck Terry, and once more to lick Chloe. Then I backed away and grabbed the base of Terry's cock in my hand. "Try it now, Terry. Try it again." I pulled his dick towards Chloe's asshole, and the first few inches slid easily back in. Terry began sawing wood again, and this time he easily made progress. I eventually let go of Terry's gigantic dick and, without being asked, tried to stick my face back in. I licked whatever I could reach. Then, on some sort of submissive sissy autopilot, I dipped my head lower and ate Chloe's pussy. I heard her moan in pleasure. Then I licked Terry's swinging balls. Pussy. Balls. Pussy. Balls. I was lost in their smells, and tastes, and could have happily stayed there forever, licking them both. I finally made up my mind, and clamped my lips on Chloe's pussy, holding on tightly as her crotch moved forwards and back with Terry's thrusts. Between my vigorous pussy eating and Terry's penile rectum wrecking, Chloe soon screamed out her best orgasm yet. Terry soon went over the top himself, probably from Chloe's ecstatic contractions, but I like to think that my ball-washing gave him a thrill, too. Although it was his second load of the morning, his hot semen blasted into Chloe's colon and he fell back into his chair groaning. Chloe looked down at me with a sadistic smirk on her face. She took her panties off the table and rubbed them on my stiff little 5-inch erection. She waited until she saw the pleasure in my eyes that she expected. Then said softly to me "You're going to have to clean us up all over again, Don. God, I love it when you clean my little cunt. It's really all you're good for, isn't it, Sweetie? But Terry first this time, OK? I don't think I was very clean down there, and he can't put that big dick of his back into his pants until you get it all squeaky clean for him, OK? Then you do me, because his cum will be leaking all out of my asshole soon. Don't want stains on my white skirt...." There would damn sure be stains on her panties though: I almost blacked out from the hot pleasure as I shot my small wad into her hand. I Shouldn't Keep You Waiting "What's taking so long?" you shouted from the next room over, "We're going to be late." "I couldn't decide what to wear," I replied. "I found something I think you'll approve of though, just give me 5 minutes." "Mmmhhhmmm," was all the reply I got. I looked down on the bed where I had laid out my outfit for the night. We were going out with some of your friends that I had never met and I really wanted to make a good impression. As well as having something that I knew would turn you on as well. With a little smile I peeled off the towel I had been wearing since I had gotten out of the shower and started dressing myself. You don't usually allow me to wear panties without permission, but I was making an exception since we were going out to a fancy dinner. I chose a pair that would match the garter belt I had picked out to go with my outfit; a tiny black thong topped with my little black lace garter belt. Pulling it up slowly, enjoying the feeling of the soft lace as it slid over my shapely hips and into place. Then I rolled up the sheer black nylons and clipping them to the garter belt to hold them up. Glancing over in the mirror I gave myself a quick wink, I looked pretty good standing there wearing nothing but panties, a garter belt and nylons. Smiling at the sight of my creamy perky white breasts in all their glory as I arched my back slightly so they would really stand out; my pink nipples were hard from the cool air, the tips of my long red hair just brushing them slightly. No time to stand and admire the sight though, unless I wanted a real good spanking from you tonight as punishment that is. I didn't bother with a bra as I had chosen a black satin corset to wear on the top and I knew it would push my breasts up without any additional support needed. I slid it over my head and started tightening the little ribbon that would fasten me in until you slowly and teasingly let me out later tonight. I couldn't tie the ribbon at the angle though so I'd have to get you to do it before we left. I grabbed the tight knee length pencil skirt and quickly slid it over my hips, smoothing out the creases. The outfit had been carefully chosen and I was happy with the results. A little sexy for you, but paired with a conservative skirt so your friends would not suspect what a little slut I was. The only thing left was the shoes; I decided on a pair of bright red stilettos for a pop of color on my otherwise black outfit. I checked my hair and makeup in the mirror one last time, luckily I had done them before I had decided to choose an outfit or we might be even later. The gentle wave I had put in my hair was perfect, the way it was cascading over my shoulders was soft but still sexy and the contract against the black satin was stunning. My eyes I had done in a smoky purplish grey and it was really bringing out the green in my eyes. My delicately painted on lips gave a little smile as I looked at the overall effect. Very nice I thought, hoping you would approve as well. With a little twirl I came out of the bedroom, "Well?" You only grunted but I knew you approved from the little smile I caught before you put on your stern face. I backed up to you and held out the ribbon for you to tie up. Sliding your hands inside my corset you groped my pert breasts lightly and give my nipples a little tweak before you tied me up. You cinched me in a little tighter still causing my breasts to swell up along the edge of the fabric. When I looked back at your face you had a self satisfied little smirk, I rolled my eyes and we made for the door. It was a warm night so we didn't bother with jackets and quickly rushed down to the car. It was a fifteen minute drive with no traffic and after a few minutes I saw you undoing your fly as you drove. Even though I knew what was coming I pretended I didn't see. I felt you reach over and grab a handful of my hair and pull my head down into your lap without a word. I licked my lips in anticipation and used my hand to grab your rapidly growing cock out of your pants. As soon as I was able to wrap my mouth around the head of your cock you slapped away my hand with your hand then started winding it back through my hair so you could hold my head down as I slowly started swirling my tongue first around your head and then down your shaft as I took you inch by inch into my mouth until the tip of your now rock hard dick made contact with the back of my throat. I stopped moving down as I gagged on your huge member, but you forced my head down further until your balls were rubbing up against my face. I kept gagging but that only made you more excited as you tightened the grip your fingers had in my hair, rendering me helpless as you used my mouth to fuck your cock. The sound of me choking on your erection was intoxicating to you and you drove it home again and again. Whenever we stopped at a light you would switch hands and hold my head down with your left hand so your right hand could reach across and spank my bottom. Every time your hand came down on my round ass a little half moan half yelp would try to emerge from my throat causing a little vibration which was driving your cock crazy. It seemed all too soon we reached the parking lot of the restaurant. You yanked my head up and started to get out of the vehicle, tucking your still hard cock into the waistband of your pants. This surprised me as I usually finished you off in the car. I took a quick minute to straighten my hair and reapply the deep red lipstick that had been smeared before jumping out as well. Acting as if I hadn't just blown you on the car ride you wrapped your arm around my shoulder as we walked through the parking lot to the front doors. As we approached the door you didn't slow down, but rather kept on walking. I was puzzled but kept pace with you as you rounded the corner into a dark alley in between the restaurant and some other building the contents of which were unknown to me. I looked up at you and you must have seen the fear and puzzlement in my wide eyes as you chuckled and whispered in my ear, "You didn't think that ten minutes of sucking my dick in the car was going to make up for taking so long did you" I actually kind of had thought that would be it but knew I was required to respond, "No, Sir." was my meek reply. I was a little scared and I had no idea what you had in store for me. You pushed me behind a garbage dumpster where we'd be out of sight from the street. Grabbing my throat, restricting my breathing you gave me a rough, but deep and passionate kiss. As our lips parted you spun me around pressing my body up against the rough brick of the building. "Lift up your skirt slut," "Yes, Master," was my breathless reply as I shimmied my skirt up over my hips so it was resting around my waist. "What the fuck is this?" was the response. I cringed; I guess the panties had been a bad idea after all. I felt you slip your hand around the tiny string holding my thong up and with a quick jerk the string broke and my pussy was left open to the night. Without warning you grabbed my hair and yanked my head back so it was facing upwards to the sky. You slapped my face hard causing tears to spring into my eyes. "Open up you worthless piece of shit." I opened my mouth and was rewarded with my panties being shoved into my mouth. "There, now I won't have to hear a word out of your dirty whore mouth." Now the tears were really starting to flow as you pulled me away about two feet from the wall then pushing on my shoulders so I would be forced to bend over leaving my ass and pussy open to you. You gave my ass a couple good smacks, and I flinched every time. This caused you to chuckle, you loved seeing me in pain and I knew this would be no exception. Between my stinging ass and everything else you had put me through so far my pussy was now dripping. You must have noticed it glistening in the shadows of the alley because you spread my legs a little further and landed a few swats on my pussy. Now it was really flowing and I guess you thought that meant it would be a good time for my real punishment to start. I could hear you reaching in your pocket and then suddenly something cold was pushing at the lips of my pussy. "This is so you'll be a good girl all night. I have a little remote which is going to control this and if you do something I like and you're behaving like a good little slut you'll be rewarded" with that I felt a soft vibration deep in my pussy. I moaned and squirmed a little then as soon as it started it was over. "I don't think you want to find out what happens when you are bad," you paused and the silent night was filled with the implication of what would happen if I was bad, "do you". It was a statement, not a question but I shook my head no judt the same, my panty gag preventing me from properly answering. "Now it doesn't matter what I decide to do to you, you are not allowed to you're your pleasure, oh and one more thing, you aren't allowed to orgasm, understood?" I once again couldn't speak but I nodded my head in understanding. "That's my good girl," and the soft vibration started again. My head rolled back in ecstasy until I felt your cock pushing at my tight little asshole. When I felt that my head snapped back to attention and I shook my head no. It did me no good though. I heard you spit and felt a gob of saliva hit its target; a perfect bull's-eye on my tight puckered hole. As you smeared your spit around with your dick I started crying again. No matter how many time you took my ass it still hurt like hell and even thought I loved the pain I couldn't help but hate it too. Finally after torturing me with anticipation you thrust forward and your head popped inside. You grunted as you pushed slowly inside. Pulling almost all the way out I thought maybe I was getting a reprieve, but then you slammed your entire cock into me in one thrust. I cried out and whimpered as you proceeded to pummel my poor ass. Adding a slap every few thrusts or so. My pussy was absolutely sopping wet between you fucking the shit out of my ass and the steady vibrations in my pussy. I didn't know if I'd be able to keep my promise and not orgasm. Just when I couldn't hold on any longer you gave a groan and I could feel your hot cum rushing into my ass. You grunted and bucked against my body and I smiled to myself, loving every last drop that you gave to me. I'm always so pleased when I can make you cum. "You are going to hold all my cum in your ass all night long. I don't want a drop of it wasted. You had better not have any inside your skirt when we get home tonight. I want my little cum filled whore to feel me inside her all night. And you're going to be a good little bitch and hold that in all night long aren't you?" You grab my panties out of my mouth so I could give you an answer, "Yes, Sir." "Yes, Sir what?" "Yes, Sir I want to have your cum in me all night long and I won't waste a drop of my Masters fluids" "That's my good little cunt," and as a reward I got a soft pat on my head. "Now let's clean up this mess so we can go eat, ok?" I nod timidly and you smile down at me. Then you shove me down to my knees and hold your cock up to my mouth. I look up disgusted, "I'm not..." A sharp look from you quickly changed my mind though and I opened up and you slid your soft dick into my mouth so I could clean it. Licking off cum and my own ass. "You like the taste of your own ass on my cock don't you?" You grinned down at me with that evil smile that sends shivers down my spine. All I could to is gag in response as you shoved your cock further into my mouth the taste absolutely putrid. I grimaced as I felt your cock start to grow inside my mouth. You grabbed the back of my head by my hair and with one thrust you were down my throat. As you started fucking my mouth mercilessly, my tears started to fall, further smearing my carefully applied makeup. My lipstick smears all around my mouth and my mascara is running down my face as you choke me with your dick. You grunt in pleasure as you force your entire length down my windpipe. I can hardly get a breath in you are fucking me so fast. Finally you pull my face deeply over your manhood and I can feel your cum oozing down my throat. As you pull your semi hard cock out of my mouth you jerk my head back so my head is facing up towards the sky. "Open up baby, I've got a little more here for you; swallow it down like a good girl." With that you let loose one last spurt of hot cum, landing half on my waiting mouth and half beside. I scooped up the creamy white jism that hadn't made it into my mouth with my finger and sucked it off slowly. "Ok, lets get you cleaned up now before we become any later," you said softly with a sweet smile. I giggle up at you in response. You take my panties and clean up my ass and pussy; which has created its own little mess by now. "Guess we won't need these anymore," you chuckle as you throw them into the garbage bin we've been standing beside. I straighten my skirt and you hold my purse while I reapply the makeup that has been smeared away during our little escapade by the light of the nearest streetlamp. Once we are both ready to look presentable to the world, we walk out of the alley hand in hand; me with an ass full of your cum and you with a wide grin on your face. It was going to be an interesting dinner...