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My Tina

By: Passionate Man



Finishing my second scotch, I looked down at my wife once more. Head thrown back, her pale skin glistened in the low light. I loved that look. Her breasts thrust forward, her swollen nipples dancing as she thrust up and down to reach her climax. Inhaling deeply, I reached for the crystal decanter to refill my scotch.

Pouring the golden liquid, my eyes returned to the photo on my desk. There were others too. Tina on her knees, her hands clutching at the mans buttocks… Tina’s dark hair spilling over the floor as her took her from behind… Tina on her back, her tiny feet over his shoulders. The man was Jack. I had helped secure the sneaky bastards services for the club and now he was enjoying my wife of three years.

Picking up the telephone, I dialed Captain Kohamba’s private number…

The customs desk at the small airport was not busy. It never was. I watched the heavy set black man run his eyes over my wife before stamping her passport. Returning the oval shaped sunglasses to cover her blue eyes, I watched as she half smiled before moving toward the front of the small building. His eyes continued to follow her as he shifted his weight around trying to get comfortable again. I knew what was going through his mind. She had that effect on most men. That was why I married her. Tina was my “trophy” wife.

At twenty?nine, she carried herself with a confidence (some might say arrogance) that had always intrigued me. The dark hair that fell past her shoulders framed her elegant features. Pale skin and cobalt eyes accented her full lips. She was five six and one hundred twenty pounds of near perfection. I was never sure if she spent more time maintaining that beauty or shopping. It never mattered to me, until a few weeks ago.

In a few minutes, I was joining her in the car that I had arraigned for us.

“Aren’t we waiting for our bags?”

“They’ll be sent later.”

She slid across the seat and laid her head on my shoulder. The light sundress slid up her toned, pale thighs. The thin material left little to the imagination. Her large nipples pushed at the light blue material. I loved her in blue. She always knew how to dress for me when she wanted to. Kissing my cheek, she let her hand glide up and down my thigh.

“This is so romantic David. Four days on the island. I thought we weren’t coming back here until the fall?”

“I wanted you to work on a tan Lover.”

She smiled up at me. “I know what you want me to work on.”

Her hand settled on my groin. We had not made love since I received the pictures. 

“Part pleasure and part business. You haven’t forgotten have you?”

I could tell by the look on her face that she had.

“I hate that man. Do we have to see him?”

“Captain Kohamba controls the locals. If we want the next section of condominiums finished on time, we need him.”

“Just tonight… Then the rest of our time is ours?”

“You know he likes to hang around.”

She slid back against the passenger door.

“Drinking your scotch and staring at me.”

“You never minded men staring before.”

“He gives me the creeps David. I am your wife. He’s just the Captain in some make shift local army that you bribe to let you build your condos.”

My hands tightened on the wheel.

“Then you understand?”

“You mean you want me to flirt with him again?”

“That’s what a trophy wife does…”

Turning to face her, I forced a smile.

“… Helps her husband.”

She smiled. I had fallen in love with that smile. Even white teeth, heavy full lips. It was that smile that said it was all right that I was twenty years her senior. The smile that I had trusted… separated her from all the others… and fell in love with.

“Can we have Saturday and Sunday alone?”

Chuckling, I headed north to the first project that had already sold out.

Tina lay on the chaise lounger on the floor below us. She had showered and made for the patio as soon as we arrived. Kohamba just stared. 

“She is a most beautiful woman David.”

“Yes she is. Twenty?nine and damn near perfect. I have the bills to prove it.”

The Captain laughed.

“Perhaps you would like an island girl this weekend? Not as pale skinned or full breasted, but enthusiastic.”

He looked at me, his dark eyes filled with lust.

“Another time.”

We both turned our attention back to Tina. She had rolled over onto her back and was applying a generous amount of sun tan oil to her legs. Her long fingers moved up and down her calves first, paying special attention to the top of her burgundy tipped feet. I saw Kohamba adjust the growing bulge in his khakis when she did her thighs and moved to her hard stomach.

“Remarkable woman.”

The words that slipped from his mouth hung between us. Tina loosened the string that held the top of her bikini, letting it slip to just above her nipples. We both watched as she worked the oil into the top of her magnificent breasts making her skin glisten. 

Moving away from the balcony, I went to the bar and motioned him to join me.

“Are things in order?”

“Of course. The construction moves along as we have discussed. Kio has his people working longer hours. They want to start on the hospital soon.”

“Not until the condos are done.”

“Agreed.”

“And Tina?”

“She will be with us a very long time. I have the items you requested and they will be found in her luggage when she leaves.”

His dark eyes glowed as he finished his scotch.

“Alone I hope.”

“I will be called back for business Saturday morning. You will be here for dinner at eight?”

A wide grin split his dark face.

“And a most wonderful dessert. I would not miss it for the world.”

“Did he like the little show I put on?”

I slid the tiny clasp into the hook of the dress as she held her long dark hair above her neck. Kissing her scented shoulder, I let my hands slide down her arms.

“Of course.”

She pressed back against me.

“Why haven’t we made love?”

I met her eyes in our reflection of the full?length mirror. She was stunning. The halter style dress clung to her every curve. Her lips colored the shade burgundy I loved. Her breasts strained at the expensive material. I reached up and filled my hands with the wonderful flesh.

“Tonight…”

I nuzzled her neck. Her nipples came alive under my fingertips.

 “I?it’s been so long…”

Her hands reached up and around my neck forcing her breasts tighter into my hands. Her eyes slowly closed. She gasped when I tweaked their hardening tips.

“Oh David.”

She turned to face me, her blue eyes almost gray looking up into mine, her nails stroking the back of my neck.

“Can’t we have tonight together… Alone?”

Upload: If you choose to upload your story, it should be uploaded as a plain text file with a file name ending in ".txt" if possible. If your story has bI kissed her hard. Her mouth opened and her small pink tongue darted into mine. I could feel her knee pressing into my groin. I wanted her so badly. I pulled away. “I?I’m sorry Tina.”

She stared at me, eyes confused.

“I know about Jack.”

The look that passed over her face told me she would lie. She had to lie or I couldn’t finish with my plan.

“What about Jack?”

There it was.

“You’re having an affair.”

Her face softened. Her body trembled as she looked at me.

“I… I am sorry David. It was only once. I had too much to drink.”

A single tear began trickling down her cheek.

“I would never… Please David… It will never happen again.”

“Why?”

She steeped forward. I caught her hands as she tried to put them on my chest.

“Why?”

“I thought you and Debra… Then I found you didn’t… Please David.”

“I would never cheat on you Tina. I have never refused you anything. If you wanted to take a lover, I have always told you could. We talked about that. Why behind my back?”

She was crying now. 

“I wanted to tell you… Then we stopped making love… I was going to explain it all this weekend. That’s why I wanted to be alone David.”

“Explain what? How you were ready to take a lover. Maybe invite Jack down so I could watch? Tell me it was the first time?”

She turned away from me, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

“I… I needed to know that I could do it David. I just wasn’t sure. I love you so much.” I stood there, admiring her unblemished back, the swell of her hips. 

“I’m sorry David.”

She turned to face me. Lifting her chin, she wiped her eyes.

“I don’t need a lover. But if that’s what you want…”

She stepped closer and tried to smile.

“…I’ll do whatever you ask.”

Three lies and now bribery; I shook my head. I didn’t stop her when she slid her hands around my neck again or resist her mouth as it moved along my neck. I let my hands draw her tight to me as she sucked the soft flesh of my shoulder before her hands cradled my face.

“Is that what you want David? You want to see me with another man? Do you want me to fulfill that fantasy? Some stranger touching me. His hands on my breasts…”

She brushed her lips over mine.

“… or do you want to watch me tease.”

Her mouth moved along my chin.

“Letting men watch me on the beach while I rub oil into my skin…”

She tugged on my ear.

“Or should we go out and let them dance with me, get their hopes up…”

She kissed me then. Her tongue probing my lips.

“Then watch them turn green with envy when I leave with you?”

The doorbell stopped her.

“Please David…”

She kissed me again.

“Just us tonight.” 

old or italics and you need to upload a Microsoft Word (.doc) or a Rich Text (.rtf) file, you can do so, but you cannot previeI wanted to say yes, send Captain Kohamba away and keep her to myself. She’d do anything tonight; and do it with enthusiasm. “I?I can’t Tina. I need Kohamba to finish this project on time.”

The hurt covered her face and then was gone.

“I need to freshen my make up…”

She smiled her smile.

“…and be the good trophy wife.”

I watched her hurry into our room before moving to the door and opening it. Captain Kohamba stood there, a big grin on his face. 

“Good news my friend. I have spoken with Kio and he has insured me the project will be completed on time and at no extra cost to you due. He was pleased with the generosity of your wife. He has never had a white woman before, let alone as beautiful as she is.”

I opened the door wider and let him in.

“A drink Captain?”

“Of course my friend.”

He followed me to the bar.

“Is all ready?”

I looked at him then. I could see why Tina hated this man. His dark eyes darted around the room from under the rim of his gold decorated hat. His sweat stained shirt was open, displaying the ritualistic scars from his youth. Tall and slender, I wondered what he might have become if not for the revolution that put those like him in power.

w“Y?yes it is.”

“Good. Good. I have wanted this a very long time my friend. And now the time is finally here.”

His leer sickened me.

“Good evening Captain.”

We turned to see Tina standing there, her make up retouched and looking like the woman she was.

“Good Evening Tina.”

Kohamba extended his hand. Tina stunned me when she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

“May I have a scotch David?”

She never drank hard liquor. Surprised, I poured the drink.

“You look most beautiful this night Tina.”

His eyes moved over her slowly.

“Thank you Captain.”

There was that smile.

“How is Traders Towers going?”

He looked at me, giving me a sly wink.

“Your husband and I were just discussing that.”

He waited for my planned response.

“And?”

It was her and that damned smile.

“We have a problem. The Chief has said his men are complaining about the long hours and not starting the hospital. He wants more money.”

“Captain, we have almost everything invested already. The banks will not release any more funds until we have the project completed.”

She had said almost exactly what Kohamba and I had planned. Still looking at him, She ran her delicate finger around the edge of the glass.

“How much?”

“Fifty thousand dollars David.”

He was steering the conversation back to me.

“That’s due when the building is completed.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“What can I do?”

Tina cleared her throat.

“David, why don’t you call and see what you can do. I can stay here and with our guest.”

She met my eyes and I knew. She was going to try to regain my confidence. Prove her worth. I excused myself to the privacy of the bedroom to make the call. Counting to ten, I cracked the door and listened to the conversation.

“I have used almost all of my powers already. What else can a man do?”

“Surely you have a trick or two up your sleeve Captain.”

There was a short silence interrupted by Tina’s soft groan.

 “W?what about my husband? He must never know.”

She was making this to easy.

“Agreed… I will make a phone call and tell him he has to meet with Kio himself.”

I heard her gasp.

Closing the door, I leaned against it trying to collect my thoughts. My plan called for me to leave and then watch from the patio. Kohamba was to take her there in the living room. Now all I had to do was let him make the call. Catching my breath, I opened the door. Tina pulled away from him and adjusted the front of dress.

“There’s no way until the project is finished.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Kio does not like bad news. Perhaps you will talk with him David?”

“Of course.”

Tina’s face paled when he took a small cell phone from his pocket. Turning away from her, Kohamba winked at me as he pushed the tiny buttons. The exchange was rapid and in his own dialect. Closing the phone and slipping it into his pocket, he looked at me somberly.

“He will meet you at the project in ten minutes.”

Tina hurried to my side.

“Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I have dinner prepared and…”

Captain Kohamba looked at us and smiled broadly.

“I will share the dinner with you. David is to go alone. We can talk when he returns.”

Tina clutched at my arm when I nodded and headed for the door. I turned and kissed her lightly on the cheek. The look of fear on her face was priceless. 

Hurrying down the sidewalk, I crossed over the small gardens and rounded the end of the building. Nearing our patio, I cracked the wrought iron gate leading to the beach and peered in. 

Kohamba was already busy with his hands, fondling Tina’s breasts through the dress. Her head was back as he moved his mouth along her neck, leaving a wet trail wherever his lips had been. She was looking away from the patio and facing the opposite wall as he fumbled with the delicate catch at the back of her dress. I saw her burgundy nails dig into the soft leather covering the edge of the bar when he the material loosened between them and fell to her hips. He ogled her breasts for a moment before bending to cover a swelling nipple with his lips. His dark fingers closed under the breast he was sucking on, kneading it as he drew as much of her into his mouth as he could. His free hand was busy with her other breast, tugging and rolling her nipple. I watched her head turn sharply toward him before she tried pushing him away. He raised his face to look into her eyes as he continued kneading her breasts. The smile was forced now. 

Taking him by the hand, she led him to the couch that sat facing the bar. He sat down, his lust and need plainly etched on his face. With her back to me, she pushed the dress off her hips. She was wearing a red silk thong that accented her round bottom. When she stepped free of her dress and lifted her foot to remove her heeled sandal, he stopped her. Trembling now, she stood in front of him, her feet slightly apart. 

His eyes moved over my beautiful wife standing there on display. I saw him motion to the bar. She walked over and collected their drinks. Then he said something, and she moved to the patio doors and opened the left one.

“That’s better. I love hearing the ocean when I make love.”

Her face tightened and I saw her eyes close briefly before returning to where he was sitting. I moved inside the patio closer to the now open door.

Handing him his drink, she finished hers before setting the empty glass on the heavy wooden end table. I watched her hands disappear on her breasts. Kohamba leaned forward on the couch, obviously wanting a closer look. They stayed like that for several minutes before he reached into his glass and retrieved some ice. Extending it to her breast, I saw her bottom tighten. He must have applied it to her nipple. 

“You have a wonderful body Tina. Now I wish to see the rest of you.” Turning away from him and facing the open patio door, she started to push the red silk over her hips. Even with her eyes tightly closed, I moved back a bit into the shadows. I watched her heavy breasts, their nipples now swollen and several shades darker sway as she slid the thong past her thighs letting it fall after passing her knees. Stepping free and now only in her heels, my wife turned to face him again. He ran his hands over her hips before slipping them between her thighs. Looking up at her, he licked his lips as he explored her flesh with long fingers. The harsh contrast between her pale skin and his dark excited me. I watched him stroking the delicate skin between her thighs before disappearing in front of her. Her soft gasp told me he was stoking her sex.

“Your pussy is so smooth. Do you shave everyday?”

I saw his hand searching under her bottom before she stiffened. Leaning forward, her hands went to his shoulders before she bent her knees slightly allowing him easier access.

“You are a needful woman Tina.”

She cried out softly.

i“E?easy… ”

“American women, beautiful and spoiled.”

He quickly grabbed her wrist and spun her onto the couch. Holding her wrist against the back of the couch, he pinned her in the corner. His mouth covered hers before forcing his free hand between her thighs. I could hear the muffled protests as his fingers abused the delicate flesh inside her thigh. She lifted her left leg trying to escape his crude manipulations.

“That’s good.”

His voice strained.

“Open your legs and I will teach you how a woman is to act.”

Tina did as she was told, her left knee settling over the arm of the couch. He pulled her right over his own leg, her calf resting between his knees. Her sex, now exposed to both our eyes, was wide open and vulnerable. He wasted no time in thrusting two fingers inside. I saw how small she really was then, the pink folds now stretching to accommodate his searching fingers. Releasing her wrist, he forced her to look at him as he began rubbing the top of her opened sex with his thumb.

“You do not like the way I enjoy your tits? Show me!”

Lips trembling, I watched her hands creep to her breasts. With shaking fingers, she began to roll and tug at her reddened nipples. His fingers under her chin, he pressed his thumb to her mouth. She opened her lips immediately and drew the digit inside.

“This is better now?”

She tried to nod her head.

“I think so too.”

I now had my own erection out and was moving my hand up and down its length. The sight of my near perfect wife being used like some kind of slut excited me more than I ever imagined. Her eyes, now wet with tears stared up at the leering man while she sucked the thumb pushed deep in her mouth. Her manicured hands fondled her own breasts as his fingers switched from a steady thrusting to rubbing her clit roughly and then back inside.

“I think you ready are now.”

She closed her eyes.

“Look at me!”

They flew open.

“Are you?”

The tears fell freely as she again tried to nod. Removing his hand from her face, he stroked her cheek before rising from the couch. Slowly he worked the buttons open on his shirt. Tugging it free of his khakis and slipping it off his shoulders, he looked like the hard muscled men that labored at the construction sight. I saw the ritualistic scarring was on his back too, a silent testament from where he came. Tina was shaking now, her hands motionless on her breasts. Never taking his eyes from hers, he tugged off his shoes and then undid the heavy belt that circled his waist. His khakis fell from his hips. Nude, he now looked like the men he said as he despised.


My Tina  Ch. 2



(Thanks for all the comments, good and bad. I hope I've addressed many of them below. This is part two for those interested... some of suggestions have been implemented and others will be in the near future. Thanks again!!!) 

I watched Kohamba get half dressed before I entered through the patio door. He looked at me,  sweat glistening on his chest.

“She is quite a woman.”

He picked up his shirt as I neared.

“Yes, she is.”

“She will be ready at noon tomorrow?”

I swallowed hard.

“That was our agreement.”

“We should meet him at the building sight. If she goes to his village, I am not sure what he will do.”

I nodded my head. He went to the bar and poured himself a fresh drink.

“You will want to watch?”

I nodded. 

“Then you will have to be there before Kio arrives. I suggest the second floor of building A. He will want to take her on the patio so his workers can see.”

I was surprised at this last piece of information.

“And why is that?”

“It is part of the agreement. When his men see him with the gift of a beautiful white woman, it will prove his worth as the Chief.”

I nodded. 

“Now I must go and make everything ready. We would not want her used on the hard concrete deck.”

He smiled before draining his drink. Placing the gaudy cap on, he shook my hand before moving to and out the door. I waited until I heard him start his jeep and leave before I went to our bedroom. Tina’s dress lay on the bed, her sandals on the floor beneath it. I could hear the shower running and moved to the closed door. Tapping lightly and not hearing any response, I went in. Even through the heavy steam, I could make out her outline behind the glass shower doors. Watching as she scrubbed her body hard, I noticed she was tentative with her breasts. After several minutes, the water shut off.

The door slid open and she reached for a towel that hung near by. Her wet hair clung to her head and neck. Her freshly scrubbed face literally glowed. Her large breasts were still marked, but the shower seemed to have eased any lasting reminders that might have occurred. The oval bruise on the inside of her thigh would be there for weeks. She took the heavy towel and began patting her face dry. When she finished and opened her eyes, she rushed into my arms. Wrapping her still damp arms around my neck, her body shook as she sobbed into my chest.

“Oh gawd David. J-Just hold me. Hold me please.”

She clung to me.

“I…  I… Tell me you love me David.”

I slipped my arms around her shaking shoulders and drew her tighter to me.

“What happened Tina?”

“I – I just wanted to help David…”

I began stroking her hair then, hoping she didn’t notice that I was shaking to.

“Help how Tina?”

She tipped her face to look up at me. The tears were very real.

“I knew we didn’t have the money he wanted. I know you’ve been holding off the banks because the project is running late. So when you left the room, I - I…”

I kissed her then, gently brushing my lips over hers.

“You what Baby?”

“I made a deal to buy us some time. Oh David… I wanted to talk to you about it… Then you left so quickly… David I didn’t have any choice.”

I could feel my erection growing as I replayed the lurid little scene through my mind. It was the first time in years I was able to regain it this quickly with out some kind of help.

“After you left, he started to put his hands on me. I tried to stop him, but he said if I didn’t do what he wanted we’d be late with the condominiums.”

My throat tightened and I couldn’t find my voice to ask.

“He made me undress…. And touch myself as he watched. Then… Then he grabbed me and forced me onto the couch… Oh David… He - he raped me…”

I squeezed her tightly.

“Are you hurt? I mean besides … Did he abuse you?”

She buried her head against my chest again.

”J-just my breasts… and he bit me…”

I was trembling now. I never wanted her this badly before.

“I’m sorry Tina.”

I kissed the top of her head. 

“We’ll leave this place tomorrow.”

She squeezed me tightly and then looked up at me.

“Then you worked it out with Kio?”

I just shook my head.

“Oh Gawd David… We’ll lose everything.”

“Shhhh… It’s okay. I’ll work something out.”

We stood there for what seemed liked hours. Her clinging to me, me stroking her hair while we gently rocked in each other’s arms. Then her voice rose between us, a whisper really, so very small.

“Do... Can you forgive me David?”

“It’s okay Tina.”

I felt her mouth on my chest.

“Make love to me?”

I squeezed her tightly when she said that. Lifting her face to mine, I covered her lips and kissed her deeply. I felt a hunger then, a need that we hadn’t shared in a long, long time. Leading me to the bed, she knelt and began fumbling with my slacks. Looking down at her, I began pulling at the buttons on my shirt. I watched as she kissed each thigh before tugging my boxers over my hips. Tearing at my shirt, I heard the buttons on my sleeve pop free. I felt her small hand encircle my erection. I looked down at her as she moved her lips along the side and then under my swollen cock. Her pointed, pink tongue slithered over the tip, tracing the soft ridge before she slipped almost the entire length into her warm mouth.

I stared as her head moved slowly up and down, her hand caressing my balls. Touching her still damp hair, she looked up at me with those blue eyes filled with lust. I wanted her. I needed this woman kneeling at my feet. Still looking up at me, her free hand replaced her mouth.

“Your so hard David. You taste so good.”

I reached for her then. Guiding her to her feet and then on to the bed. She tugged me down next to her before kissing me, her hands pulling me tightly to her. I began exploring her as if this was the first time we had ever been together. Stroking her face, I kissed her forehead, both eyes and then the tip of her nose. She clung to me, the soft whimper that I knew so well slipping from her lips. I moved my fingers lightly over her glowing skin, tracing the curves of her flesh. She cried out when I touched her breast.

“I- I’m sorry David. Let me…”

She pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist. I looked up at her and she pushed her hair behind her shoulders.

“Just relax and let me Lover.”

Her hands pressed against my chest as she lifted her hips. Holding my eyes, she reached under her and found me very hard and ready. Her eyes glowed as she guided the tip of me to her open sex. Slipping it between her folds, I saw her face tighten as she moved it up and down her very wet length. I couldn’t resist looking between us. Her sex was open, swollen, and darker than I had ever seen it before. After placing the tip just inside, she lowered herself onto me.

“Oh Gawd David. You feel so big!”

I felt her warm wetness and pushed up. She growled as she bent over me and covered my mouth. My hands found her bottom and tightened on the firm flesh. She gasped. I could feel her insides tighten as she cried out. I wanted to cum then, needed to, but wasn’t near ready. She lay on me for a full minute trying to catch her breath. When she finally did, she straightened into a sitting position, my throbbing cock deep inside.

“You feel so good David. I want to do this all night.”

I flexed my hips in response. Her eyes narrowed as she began caressing her breasts.

“Do you want me to tell what happened David?”

“Y-yes.”

The words were out before I remembered that I was to be the loving husband right then.

“That’s what you wanted isn’t it? Me to fuck another man?”

“N-not like that...”

Leaning over me, she rested her weight on her hands on either side of my head.

“It’s alright David. I did it for you.”

She kissed me then, a light gentle kiss. Her hips began to move.

“He was very rough.”

She kissed my cheek, her hips slowly rising and falling.

“He made me touch my breasts as he watched David. Then he put ice on my nipples.”

Her hot breath washed over my neck before she nipped at me. 

“Then he got mad when I told him to be easy.”

She ground down.

“Gawd David… D-did you ever want to hurt me when we make love?”

Her hips were moving again, her breath in my ear. I thrust upward. She trembled. 

“He forced me onto the couch and made me open my legs David.”

With her guiding me, our hips met in a rhythm we never shared before

“That’s when he started to hurt me David, forcing his fingers inside and rubbing my clit.”

She buried her face between my neck and shoulder and gasped. I felt her contract and the warm wetness slip from inside her. She stayed still for a minute.

“Slap my ass David.”

I was stunned. She straightened a bit and looked down at me.

“Slap my ass.”

I lightly slapped her bottom.

“H-harder.”

She had a far away look in her eyes. I raised my hand and let it fall sharply.

“Gawd…”

She began moving again with a hard, short, thrusting. Her nails bit into my chest. I slapped her bottom again. 

“Yessss…”

Her entire body tightened as she arched her back. Her breasts thrust forward, her nipples as hard as they had been with him. I ran my hands over her sides and filled them with the swaying flesh. She cried out.

“E-easy…”

I rolled her onto her back and began fucking her twisting body hard. She bucked her hips, meeting my every downward thrust; Her nails raked my back. I bent to capture a red, swollen nipple in my lips and sucked hard. Her scream filled the room. I came hard. …



I woke up with Tina laying on her side, her face in her hand supported by her elbow looking at me.

“Do you love me David?”

“Very much.”

“I don’t want to ask, but I have too.”

“What?”

Her eyes softened.

“Jake?”

“I am going to deal with Jack.”

She nodded her head.

“Then you forgive me?”

“After what you did tonight… for me… for us… Of course.”

She smiled weakly. 

“David… I think I know how to deal with Kio.”

The thought of her being used by some one else did not have the same appeal it did before. She had made it clear that she loved me. Maybe the thing with Jack wasn’t all I thought it was.

“I can work something out.”

She kissed me. 

“I think I already have.”

I started to protest. She put her finger to my lips.

“I already made the deal David. Do you trust me?”

I did and I didn’t. The thing with Jack, knowing it was more than once, made it hard. Yet last might she let a man she hated use her to protect our interests. I needed time to think things through… We needed time to talk about… 

“Kohamba is taking me to meet Kio.”

I began shaking my head.

“Please David. What happened last night with Kohamba will mean nothing if I don’t.”

She smiled that smile

“Wh-when?”

I knew when… and where. I did not want her to know I did.

“Tomorrow afternoon I think… at the sight… Kohamba is making the arrangements.”

“I don…”

She quieted me with her finger again.

“I made a mistake David. I risked your love and almost lost it. I want to show you that I would do anything for you. Anything at all.”

I hated myself at that moment. All the anger and confusion of the last few weeks. The plan to have her punished for her betrayal made little sense now. I nodded my head in agreement. Drawing her close to me, I kissed her. Cuddling now, she fell asleep leaving me with so many thoughts. To many…



My Tina Ch. 3



Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower.

"Good Morning."

Tina was already up and in the kitchen. Not being a morning person, I turned and tried to smile before closing the door behind me. For the next twenty minutes as I showered, I tried not to think about what was going to happen this afternoon. The idea of my wife on display to all those men at the work site no longer appealed to me. I was still thinking how I could stop this mess when she opened the shower door and handed me a cup of coffee.

"Good Morning again."

I wanted to reach for her instead of the coffee. She smiled that smile and handed me the Java.

"You need to be gone when Kahumba arrives. I can tell him you went looking for another site to build on, maybe feed his greed a little."

I stared at her for a minute, the warm water spraying against my shoulders and back.

"He called about half an hour ago."

I just nodded and handed her the coffee back. After the door slid shut, I cussed under my breath and then tried to relax. The bastard wasn't wasting any time. Turning off the water and sliding the door open, I reached for a towel. Tina was already wiping off the mirror to put on her make up. As I worked the heavy terry cloth over my shoulders and chest, I noticed it wasn't even ten thirty.

"I thought you said this afternoon?"

She folded the face towel she was using and pulled it through one of the rings on either side of the mirror. 

"It wasn't much of a conversation David. He said he'd be here by eleven and I shouldn't wear make-up, just lip stick."

Turing to face me, she leaned back against the vanity. Her robe fell open and I could see the bruise on the inside of her thigh had darkened to almost black. Her nipples were still red and swollen and several tiny bruises had developed on her breasts. My favorite teal silk formed a small triangle below her flat stomach.

"What happened to your nail polish?"

She frowned a little.

"According to Kahumba, I should not be wearing it. Just the lipstick."

I didn't understand and didn't want to. 

"I think I'll call Kahumba."

"No."

I met her eyes. Anger? Determination? I wasn't sure.

"This will end it David. The condos will be done on time and we can have the rest of the weekend together and go home."

What could I do? Tell her it was all a set up as punishment for her fling with Jack? That I had done it to get even? I swallowed hard.

"I- I guess I'd better get dressed and go. I wouldn't want Kahumba to see me here and make you into a liar."

She smiled that damn smile before kissing me. Closing the door behind me, I dressed and headed to the building site…

I went to building A and found where Kahumba evidently wanted me to be. There was an old deck chair and a bottle of cheap scotch next to a large, red cooler filled with ice. Two glasses said I'd have company at some point. I moved to the privacy screen covering the window and noticed there was less than ten feet to the patio below. What did surprise me was there was a long, low wooden table covered with a rather ornate grass mat in the center of the half-walled patio. Pouring the scotch, I watched as about twenty men milled about moving block and other materials toward the end of the unfinished buildings. I did notice that several of them every so often would push or point their finger at one of the others that stayed apart from the rest. Inhaling deeply, I sat down and started on my first scotch. My stomach renewed its churning as I tried to decide whether I was allowing this for revenge or acting on my fantasies. If it was revenge, didn't last night accomplish that? I was fairly sure I liked seeing her used. I did enjoy her telling me about it. Yet, a little voice kept whispering…

It had been three scotches and more than an hour before Kio finally arrived with another man. Dressed in his ceremonial garb and carrying a garishly decorated staff, I realized this was to be quite the event. I watched as the younger man that had been the object of the others teasing fall in several steps behind them. Kio moved through out the building site, inspecting the mornings work. Shortly before twelve, I saw many of the men collect their lunches and head for the shaded areas near the patio. The younger man disappeared and returned with an ornate wicker chair that he put at end of the patio almost directly under me. Then he too joined the others. 

Just after twelve, I saw Kohamba's jeep arrive. As he eased the vehicle through the building site, I saw that Tina looked more than a little tentative. When he finally stopped and helped her out of the jeep, I realized why. She wore her white peignoir with absolutely nothing underneath. The men stared as Tina was led to the patio and presented to Kio. Kahumba stood behind her and spoke rapidly to Kio before bowing slightly and leaving the patio. Kio circled my wife twice before stopping in front of her. He lifted her face with his fingers as his eyes traveled over the transparent material covering her luscious body. When she half-smiled, I noticed her lipstick was gone. Hearing a noise behind me, I turned to see Kahumba moving toward me. 

"Good afternoon my friend. You do not mind if I join you?"

It was more of a statement than a question. I nodded my head as he helped himself to the scotch before joining me at the window.

"She is a wonderful woman my friend. She has a mouth like none that I have ever had before."

I stiffened at his remark.

"Do not be surprised David. There was no time for another shower. You think I would soil her before bringing her here this day?"

Turning to look down once more, I saw the Chief motion for her to remove the expensive material. She bit her lip before doing as he asked. Now entirely nude, he took her by the shoulders and turned her face then men that had formed a large group around the unfinished walls. Kio allowed them to chatter on for several minutes before he raised his hand. After they quieted, he called out. The young man pushed forward through the tangle of men now naked except for a loin clothe. Stopping near Kio, he took a position at the side of my wife. Again, Kio turned Tina to face him. Speaking rapidly to the teen on her right, Tina stiffened when Kio reached out and cupped her right breast in his large, black hand.

"He is showing him a woman's sensitive areas."

The apparent lecture continued as he caressed her pale skin. Her eyes closed when he began toying with her tightening nipple. He paused for a moment and wet the end of his fingers before enjoying her left nipple. Already swollen, its tip quickly lengthened to match her right.

Kio then turned Tina to face the teen. His face remained stoic as he reached out for my wife's breasts. Powerfully built and proud, he filled each large hand. I watched the young man explore the ripe flesh, his black fingers squeezing and fondling for several minutes before Kio spoke again. He then turned his attention to her swollen and very tender nipples. Tina began to tremble as I saw the sweat form on the young mans brow. 

"He is the oldest son, Meho. His father has caught him chasing the goats. That is the only reason he will pass into manhood this day!"

I looked at the sarcastic voice as he refilled his glass.

"What?"

He smiled, his dark eyes meeting mine.

"Kio will show his generosity by sharing the gift that has been sent him." 

"That wasn't part of the deal."

I was pissed now.

"Easy my friend. What difference does it make if we start today or on Sunday? You wanted your wife punished for her indiscretion."

I did not like what I saw in his eyes.

"At least this way you can see it yourself. After Sunday you will have to be content with video tapes."

I looked back down at the teen as he continued exploring my wife's breasts and nipples. Kio's low voice stopped Meho. He turned my wife to face his father. Tina now had a light sheen of perspiration on her face as well. Kio offered her his hand and taking it, Tina bent to place it against her fore head. Then she turned and knelt on the grass mat covering the low table. 

"She was not pleased when I explained the signs of respect and the obedience that was expected of her."

He chuckled and then continued.

"Yet, she seemed to warm to the idea after swallowing my seed."

I could feel the blood coloring my cheeks as Kio used his staff to push her knees wider apart before moving next to her. Meho stepped forward to stare at my wife's openly displayed sex. Kios large hand began circling her bottom as he spoke to him. He nodded his head as the Chief parted her folds with his long, dark fingers and rubbed her hardened clit slowly. He did not stop until Tina groaned loudly. He smiled and motioned Meho to step forward. 

I thought I saw a flicker of a smile as he stepped close to her. He began circling her bottom much as his father did, fingers spread wide exploring every bit of her straining bottom. He looked at his father and when Kio nodded, he began fumbling with her open, wet folds and began rubbing her clit a bit more clumsily. His father spoke softly and the teen slipped a single digit inside her splayed sex. Tina pressed her face tightly to the mat before opening her thighs even wider. Kohamba chuckled.

"Does your woman always complain before doing something she loves?"

I looked at him.

"It is like this morning and last night. She whined and she complains and then loves what she does. She has a hunger like none that I have ever seen before." 

I watched Tina as she pushed her bottom back to capture as much of the exploring digit as she could. Kio stepped close again and slipping his hand under her smooth skinned stomach, began manipulating her clit. Talking in a low voice to his son, he raised two fingers together and began a scissors like motion with them. The young man nodded before adding another finger to the first. Tina, still on her knees, rose on her hands and pushed back against the long digits now working slowly in and out of her. As she moved with the their hands, the men struggled for a better look at her melon sized breasts rocking under her. When Kio added his finger to her well-lubricated opening, Tina arched her back and cried out loudly. The men surrounding the small patio raised their hands in the air and began to chant. 

Clapping the younger man on the back, Kio moved away from my wife. Meho moved forward. Lifting his hand high, he let it fall onto the left cheek of her bottom. Tina shuddered before again pressing her cheek against the colorful woven mat. Her sex was wide open now, her folds red and swollen and wet. The inside of her thighs glistened with the evidence of the climax she just had. Meho again began exploring my wife's sex.

He rubbed her clit and then using an open hand, stroked the entire length of the delicate exposed skin. As the chanting slowed, I watched the other man that accompanied Kio step near and loosen the ties that held the Meho's loincloth. The men immediately became quiet when it fell off his hips, yet still hung over his cock The older man stepped back taking animal skin and exposing Mehos tremendous blue-black length.

Positioning himself quickly, he slapped her bottom again. She cried out softly, but raised her hips higher as she pressed her cheek against the mat. Meho needed no direction now as he filled his hand and moved the uncircumcised tip through Tina's folds. I watched her adjust her hips by rising slightly when he began to lean forward. Slowly the dark column of flesh began to disappear inside my pale skinned wife. She tried straightening, but the young buck knew what he was doing. His hand fell sharply against the reddened cheek of her bottom. The small cry that escaped her lips seemed to have the same effect on every one as it did me as an eerie silence followed. Tina tried muffling her cries by burying her face in the crook of her arm. The sweat ran freely off Meho as he paused for a moment and looked out at the men watching. Then I saw his muscular ass tense again as more of his length disappeared. Kohamba's voice reminded me he was there in the room with me.

"She will be no good to anyone tonight after he finishes with her."

His voice held a twinge of regret. Yet, his khakis showed he would need some type of relief. I heard a tiny scream and looked back. The teen had moved back, showing more than half the ebony shaft was wet before easing forward again. My wife started to rise on her hands. The slap that landed on her ass sounded like a rifle shot. She cried out before dropping her head. This time, more of the young man disappeared. Tina's head rolled on her tightly clenched hands.

I hadn't realized it until then, but my own hand was adjusting my hardening length. Looking at Kohumba, he didn't seem to notice. Draining my fourth scotch, I turned my attention below. 

Kio was whispering something to the older man at his side. Nodding his head, he moved to Tina. Reaching under her as Kio had done minutes before, Tina began to whimper. I watched him use his other hand to explore what was not pressed tightly against the mat. Meho locked his hands just above her hips, his long fingers almost encompassing her waist as he began fucking my delicious wife. With long, powerful strokes, it wasn't long before he was completely buried inside. 

The older man continued to fondle my wife as Meho fucked her with the passion of his youth. He grew frantic in his movements and I knew it would not be long. It was not. Tightening so that every muscle the young man had looked as it was ready to burst from his glistening skin, Meho called out to the heavens. Tina's entire body shook as Meho ground against her, filling her insides. When he began to relax, I saw him look over his shoulder at his father. The older man nodded and Meho reluctantly moved back. When his still erect cock slipped from inside, Tina too visibly relaxed. The left side of her bottom glowed crimson as evidence of the mans youth ran down the inside of her bruised thigh.

Kio rose from his chair and with his hand on Mehos shoulder raised the staff above his head. Immediately several men rushed to kneel in front of him. There was a scramble to take his hand and place it to their fore heads. The Chief nodded and guided his son in front of the men. Meho reached out and touched one of the men on the shoulder. The man rose and allowed the teen to lead him back through the gaggle of onlookers. Many of the others followed.

"He has chosen his daughter for his wife. There will be the marking and then the wedding tonight. Would you like to attend?"

I wasn't sure what I wanted to do at that point. Tina was still on her knees as the older man continued to fondle her body. Kio watched as his eldest son and the men who followed moved in the direction of their village. My own arousal was now as evident as Kohumbas. 

"She is not done yet. Jambo will have her next and then Kio will select several others. It would not do if she bore the Chief a grandchild. This way there will be no knowing who is the father if she should conceive."

I was shaking now, the heat becoming unbearable. I wanted this to end. I wanted to go home and take Tina with me. Then something touched my shoulder. I spun around and a tall, slender, native girl stepped back quickly.

"It is alright my friend. I have arraigned for some relief for both of us. This is Marta."

She looked at Kohumba and then reached behind her head. The brightly colored material fell off her shoulders and pooled around her feet. Her dark skin glistened from the scented oil the native women wore. Bowing slightly, she took my right hand and pressed it to her forehead before slipping her arms around me. 

"My gift to you. I must go now and join Kio."

I was stunned. I felt her full lips exploring my chest as her hands moved firmly over my back and hips. When I finally found my voice to try and refuse, Kohumba was gone. Taking the girl by the shoulders, I pushed her gently away. She looked up at me, her dark eyes disappointed. Then her face smiled. Turning, her narrow bottom swelled as she picked up the dress she wore and folded it quickly. Returning to me, she placed it at my feet before kneeling on it. Her small hands worked quickly at my belt as she again looked up at me. I shook my head. She smiled when my slacks fell and her warm hand fished out my swollen cock. I wanted to stop her, yet when her mouth moved over me engulfing my length to her hand, I couldn't. 

I stared as she slid her hand under my cock and began fondling my balls. Her dark eyes sparkled as she took the rest of my cock deeply in her mouth. I felt her free hand behind me know, pulling me tightly against her face. I began to shake as she moved her head slowly back and then lunged forward, twisting her face in my pubic hair. I'd never been so deep in a woman's mouth before. I searched behind me until finding the marble sill of the window and arched my hips forward. This brought a gurgling response from Marta as she continued the deliberate movements with her mouth and tongue.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw several men around Tina, their various shapes and sizes being handled by their own hands. Jamba had evidently finished with my now sweating wife and another, older man was thrusting into her. I saw her fingers curled tightly over the edge of the low table, her cheek moving against the mat.

Looking back at Marta, I felt myself smile. She immediately released my straining cock and cradled my heavy balls in her hand before dipping low enough to kiss each one lovingly She straightened quickly and went to the cooler, dragging it next to the window. The sight of her orange sized breasts wobbling with the effort excited me further if that was possible. Taking the brightly colored folded material, she placed it on the floor at the back of the cooler and against the wall. She knelt once more, laying on her stomach over the cooler. 

The contrast between the darkness of the back of her thighs and the bright red was near perfect. When she looked over her shoulder, Marta wiggled her slender, heart shaped bottom as a final invitation. I didn't refuse. Kneeling behind her, I filled my hand and pushed the weeping tip of my cock against her slightly parted folds. Moving it up and down the length slowly, I marveled at the warmth I found there. I felt her tense when I dipped into the rose colored entrance and tried to wait until she relaxed. To my surprise, she began pushing back against me.

She grunted as I joined her in the effort. I could feel her delicate skin stretch and separate under the pressure. Her head rose as her shoulders tightened when I began to inch inside. I heard a long hiss just before she thrust back against me. It felt like a door had suddenly opened as my entire length surged deeply into her. Marta cried out when my hips met hers. I lingered there for a moment, enjoying the wet heat clasping at my cock. I could see the perspiration on the dark sleekness that was her back. As she began to relax, I could feel her moving forward slightly before pushing hard back against me. I couldn't resist. Raising my hand high, I let it fall on her tight little ass. She gasped, dropping her head as her bottom rose in silent submission. I drew back, my hands searching her damp, oiled skin for the best grip and then lunged forward. The small cry that filtered through my lust thrilled me. I began fucking Marta hard.

My world now centered on the young woman now kneeling on all fours in front of me. So different from the women of my youth, she was dark and wet and exciting. She moved against me with some primal need that stirred my hunger so deeply, so completely, that nothing else mattered. I drove into her yielding flesh wanting nothing more than to sate my own need. Like some caged animal, I wanted nothing more than to fill her. In just a few minutes, I felt it boil up from deep inside me and explode from somewhere I never knew existed. My cock expanded as she whimpered softly under me, my scalding semen filling and blending with her own secretions. I strained against her until finally collapsing over her warm, slick skin. Our combined scent soothed my senses as she remained very still under me. Panting in the sweltering heat, I struggled to regain my strength before finally separating from the young Marta. She began trying to tell me something in her own tongue as I settled back on my heels, my spent prick slipping noisily from inside her. I watched her small hand cover her now splayed sex and wondered what she was trying to do. Tina's cry shook me back to reality. I turned quickly to the widow trying to focus on what was going on there now.




My Tina



Tina rolled her head and started to move on the couch. A quick slap to the inside of her still open thigh brought a cry of pain. Kneeling, his hands wrapped around her ankles and in a mere second, her hips were on the edge of the couch, her feet above his shoulders.

‘You do not look like what you see?”

“Please… Not like this…”

I watched his head dip between her thighs, focusing on her right. Her hands flew to his head as she cried out. He looked up at from between her out stretched legs. 

“Again?” “Nooooo… Please.”

“Then you are ready?”

“Yes. Yes!”

He straightened, bringing his hips in line with hers. I saw her reaching between them as he opened her feet wide and pushed back. Her bottom tilted and for the first time, I could his cock as he hovered slightly above her. Long and dark like he was, her pale fingers guided him to fulfill his unspoken demand. She worked the plum sized tip between her reddened folds and when he was satisfied with her location, he lunged forward. . 

t online and it may take slightly longer to be posted because we must process .doc and .rtf files manually. If you have questions or concerns, please contact us andI’m not sure if it was her scream or the sight of him knifing into her, but my own climax erupted against the glass of the open door I was watching through. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lurid scene being played out in front me. His dark hips ground against the back of her snow?white thighs. He had wrapped his arms around her legs and filled his hands with her breasts. I saw the flesh bulge between his spread fingers as he attacked one of her distended nipples and then the other. Her hands pushed against his shoulders as he slowly lifted his hips and lunged into her again.

Mesmerized, I continued fondling my own cock as this man used my wife’s body for his own pleasure. He was fucking her deliberately and hard. The sounds of slapping flesh soon replaced her cries of protest and unheard pleadings. Her tiny feet danced above his now glistening shoulders as he quickened his pace. She began to whimper.

I closed my eyes. I knew that sound. She wanted it. Through all the brutality, she was now building to a climax. I looked again and saw her hands snake under his arms and over his shoulders as she began to cling to him. The whimper became a long humming groan, rising and falling with his hips. Her knees pressed hard against his sides as she curled her feet above the harsh movement of his hips. Her fingers arced, long nails digging into his shoulders. Tina stiffened as her guttural sound filled the room. I stood spell bound, watching as he leaned into her, pounding at her upturned hips until he too cried out. 

For a moment they froze, locked together in a world I would never know. He pulled back and I could see their combined climax leaking from her gaping sex. Still clutching at him, she buried his face in his shoulder when he lunged forward again. They stayed that way, my wife making sounds very different then when we made love. Kohamba would gently with draw back before pushing forward again bringing a soft gasp from her lips as he whispered into her ear. She eventually slid back into the now stained leather covering our couch.

 “I?I need to shower before he gets back.”

He straightened slowly before slipping free of her. When he rose and stood to the side, I saw her open, leaking sex before she closed her reddened thighs.

“I will take you to Kio tomorrow.”

When she struggled to sit on the side of the couch, I winced when I saw her once flawless breasts. Her pink nipples were now crimson and I could see the small, deep red marks his fingers had made on her once pale skin. 

“I was hoping…”

I trembled when she smiled.

“…that we could be together instead.”

He looked at my wife, the woman that just gave as well as she got and shook his head.

“I will do everything I can.”

She nodded before gathering her dress and struggling to her feet. She kissed his cheek before wobbling towards our room…



My Tiny Dancer



I had known her for a few years. We had met at a local strip club where she was a dancer. She was 25 years old with long black hair, blue eyes, 5' 3/4 inches tall (and she was proud of that 3/4 inch). Her body was awesome…small 33a, 23, 34. The first time I saw her, I was totally taken by her. I had seen her nude a couple of times and knew her pussy was shaved. Her dancing was something to behold. She was amazing the way she moved her body. We had become friends over the years, and I would sit with her and talk for hours. A couple of times I actually got to caress her breasts but felt guilty because I knew she wasn't that kind of woman.

I would have never thought we would see each other outside of the club, but one day she got my e-mail address from a mutual friend and sent me an e-mail to let me know she was hooked up on the Internet. We sent e-mails back and forth…jokes, stories and stuff and continued our friendship. 

One night at the club, I asked her if she wanted to sit with me. She told me that her boyfriend had run away with another woman, and she would not be good company that night. I told her "Oh hell, just come sit with me, I understand." We sat there for a while. I could tell she was torn up inside, so I cracked a bad joke and got her to laugh and smile. She had to get up to dance, so I went to the stage and watched her. I held a tip for her, and when she came over to get it, I made a gesture in reference to the bad joke and cracked her up again. After her set, she came back to the booth, cuddled up next to me and thanked me for making her laugh.

Being a good friend, when I got home, I sent her a few e-cards to cheer her up. The next day, she popped up on Instant Messenger after she had read her e-mail, and she sent me a message thanking me for the cards and being a good friend. We chatted for a while, and then she asked if I wanted to come over to her place and watch a movie. I got her address and headed over. I would have never thought I would be going to meet her at her house.

We were sitting on her couch watching the movie. She was on one end and I on the other. She ask if I wanted a Coke or something. I said sure. She went to the kitchen and got the drinks. When she sat back down, she sat right next to me. She laid her head down on my shoulder and thanked me for coming over. She told me she did not want to be alone right now. As we watched the movie, she asked me if I would rub her neck like I used to at the club. As I was caressing her neck, she commented on the fact that I had never made a sexual pass at her at the club and thought I was a gentleman because of that. I mentioned that a couple of times my fingers had roamed over her breasts, and she said, "Only because I wanted you to." 

After a few minutes, she sat up and pulled her sweatshirt off. Underneath she had on one of my favorite outfits…a little sheer black cropped top. I continued caressing her back for a few more minutes and then let my other hand come up and begin caressing her breast. Feeling her nipple harden to my touch was such a turn on! I leaned over and did something I had wanted to do for the longest time…I gently kissed her neck. She turned her head and smiled. I moved my lips up and gently kissed her. Her tongue parted my lips and began to explore my mouth. My soft caresses of her breast became gentle squeezing as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I felt a moan escape her lips. 

Breaking the kiss she whispered in my ear, “I have something I want to do for you." Grabbing my hand, she turned off the TV. Standing up, we walked over to the stereo, and she turned it on. Then we started to dance, swaying sensuously to the music. I did not realize it, but she was leading me to a chair on the other side of the room. She sat me down and whispered in my ear that I had never had a lap dance from her, and I definitely deserved one tonight. Stepping back, she started to sway and gyrate to the music, slowly sliding her running shorts off, revealing a very sexy G-String. 

She faced me with a tanned sexy leg on either side of me and proceeded to slowly squeeze me between her thighs and pivot her ass, driving her pussy back and forth against my rapidly hardening cock. Reaching down, she pulled my tee shirt off. Grabbing my hands, she brought them to her breasts. I began to rub them as she continued to gyrate against my hard cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Leaning in, our lips met once again, our tongues exploring each others’ mouths. Breaking the kiss, she stood back up, dancing her seductive dance, this time peeling her top off. 

Slowly, sitting back down, her back to my chest, she craned her neck back so it laid on my left shoulder and whispered in my ear, “enjoy baby.” She grabbed my right hand in hers and brought it up to her waist. Then she grabbed my left hand in hers and brought it gently to her thigh as she rubbed her body up and down on my chest, nibbling my left ear as she continued. 

After a few more moments of this, she slowly bent down on the floor, removing her G-String and turning around to face me. Slowly she ran her hands on the inside of my thighs, moving her body up between my legs and rubbing her breasts, over my crotch; all the time looking up at me and smiling seductively as our eyes locked.

Reaching up, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling them down. Gently she kissed my thigh, one, then the other as she worked her way up to my crotch. She rose up, and then slowly she started lowering her head, letting her long hair tickle my crotch as her face came closer and closer to my hard cock. As her mouth came closer, I could feel her hot breath flowing over my cock. Her lips parted, and she took my head between them, letting her tongue flick across it softly. Lowering her mouth further, she firmly pressed her lips around my shaft. Slowly she started sliding up and down my hard cock letting her teeth gently scrape me a few times. Taking me deeply, I could feel the head of my cock touching the back of her throat. Sliding back out, she would swirl her tongue around my cock. She repeated this a few times bringing me so close to orgasm. I could not stand it. 

She removed her mouth from my cock and danced to the music some more, working her way back to my lap. She slowly sat down, pinning my cock between her pussy and my body. Leaning back, she was arching her back with her hands around my neck stretching her breasts to my face. My lips came down to her left nipple, and I started sucking and licking the nipple feeling it become rock hard in my mouth. As she was sliding her pussy on my cock I could feel her juices coating my hard cock. My hands were busy caressing her back, ass and outer thighs as my mouth was kissing, sucking and licking her from her chin to her beautiful breasts. We were both moaning as the heat rose. She stood up a little and reached between our bodies grabbing my cock and positioning it to enter her. 

As my cock parted her outer lips, I whispered in her ear "not quite yet." Grabbing her nice, small butt, I rose to my feet, keeping my cock just at the very entrance of her womanhood. I carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. Letting her get comfortable, I started crawling between her legs. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. I kissed my way up her luscious body starting at her ankles. Then her calves…one, then the other, licking the inside of her knees. Moving up…kissing and licking her thighs, brushing across her pussy and on upward. Licking and kissing her skin as I moved up, pausing at her breasts to suck and lick her nipples once again. 

Lying down beside her, letting my lips nibble on her earlobe, I let my fingers trace over her skin lightly giving her whole body pleasure. My fingers worked their way down to her pussy and slightly part her lips as I gathered some of her juices. Spreading the juices up to her clit and gently rubbing circles around it, getting closer and closer on each pass till I was right on her love button. Taking extra precaution not to be to hard on it…my attention caused her hips to rise upward. Sliding my fingers back down, I let my middle finger slide inside her pussy, stroking in and out as my lips started their way back down her body. Kissing all around her breasts, her abdomen letting my tongue slip into her belly button as my finger found all the sensitive spots inside her hot, wet womanhood. Moving between her legs, I started kissing her thighs working my way to her lips. Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I tasted her essence for the first time. Bringing my arms under her knees, I wrapped them around her pelvis and clasped them together. With my lips planted firmly against her outer lips and my tongue sliding in, out, up and down her slit, her hips began to buck, and she was twisting her head moaning in ecstasy. 

Moving my lips up to surround her clitoris, I began sucking gently and flicking it with my tongue and reinserting my finger back into her pussy. She strained to move her hips, but I had her pinned down. As her passion began to rise, I started to hum with my lips and stroke the upper wall of her pussy with my finger, bringing her over the top to a screaming orgasm. She was pounding the bed with her clenched fists and flailing her body.

I wasted no time moving up and guided my cock into her hot, wet pussy. Slowly, one long thrust, all the way in, filling her pussy and feeling her muscles contracting from her dwindling orgasm. She brought her heels up, digging them in to my butt, holding me in deep within her womanhood. I slowly started gyrating my hips causing my cock to rotate within her. It was not long before she relaxed her legs and let me begin to stroke out and back in. I kept a slow pace…long strokes in…out…in…out. We were both moaning, our bodies sweating…our musk mixing.

Kissing her, I began to pick up my pace faster and faster, our bodies slapping loudly. We were calling out each other's names. The passion was at its highest. We were both on the brink of orgasm when I plunged in deeply and held it there. Looking into her eyes, I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. 

Holding her tightly with my cock deep within her, we rolled over so she was on top. She sat up, flipping her hair back and smiling sexily at me. She started gyrating her hips in circles, then front to back…my cock sliding around in her. I could feel her juices run down over my balls to the bed. Bending down, pressing her body against mine, she started to slide her hips up and down, driving my cock in and out of her overheated pussy. Faster and faster, she was in control now and there was no stopping. Holding me tightly, her breasts resting against my chest, she was on a mission. 

Our passion rose again but this time it did not stop. Her hips thrusting up and down with my hips counter-thrusting to meet her rhythm, savoring the squishing sound as my cock drove deeply into her. Then she tensed, slamming her pussy down on my cock. I could feel her muscles beginning to contract as her fingernails dug into my back grunting sounds coming from her throat while she ground her crotch against mine. I felt my cum boiling from deep within me, erupting from my cock and exploding into her pussy. Screaming my name, her body began to tremble as she buried her face in my neck her hips bucking involuntarily 

She collapsed on top of me. We were both panting and gasping for breath. My erection began to diminish…I could feel our mixed juices running out of her to coat my crotch. Once we had come down from our passion, she rolled off to lay beside me. I rolled on my side to face her. I brushed the sweat-soaked hair from her face and told her how gorgeous she was. We kissed, and she said, "You know this means you will never be able to come to the club to see me dance again." I told her I was willing to make that sacrifice.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.



My Tiny, Ferocious Lover



We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the next morning.

It was a ballsy move, if I may use the term, not least because I was legitimately twice her size. She was elfin—perhaps five feet, and not much past a hundred pounds. I not only towered over her, but our relative proportions made us seem to me like two different species. Honestly, I felt like a monster compared to her. Letting college boys paw me, I felt feminine, even voluptuously sexy. When her little hands sought my tits under my loose cable-knit sweater (no bra—I was feelin' it), I felt like a manatee, a blob. That, even more that the fact that this girl I only knew in passing from my English classes was dry-humping me in front of a roomful of people I knew significantly better made me too stunned to resist. And then I didn't want to, as her assured, deft movements and her courageously lustful caresses in the dark, in the thrumming music, made my mind disconnect. I went with it, in other words.

And when, both tingly drunk, we tumbled into my dorm bed (my roommates blessedly out of town for the weekend), her brazenness there left me...simply...helpless. She was tiny, but she was experienced—and she knew she'd found what she wanted, an inexperienced, drunk, sexually adventurous (in theory) college girl. I was pale, flabby putty in her nimble little hands.

After that first night, I slouched through campus, avoiding her eyes, or the imagined eyes I thought I felt on me on the quad. When she spoke to me again, in class, it was noncommittal, and I thought I was just another dim, stereotypical, sheltered college girl in her memory—until, sharing a poetry book since she'd forgotten hers—her wee pinky sought out the cleft between my thumb and forefinger, and I heard nothing the professor was saying for the next half hour, when she (Danielle was her name) led me dazedly through the quad to her off-campus apartment, shut her bedroom door behind us, and ravaged me for about ten hours straight. (I'm dripping just thinking about this, in case that enhances your reading experience.)

I wasn't her girlfriend—Danielle didn't have one of those—but we made love (always at her effortless beckoning) some half-dozen times in the next two months. Then we drifted, as college hookups do. I stroked myself to her memory (often), before moving on to other lovers—men and women (although the women were always furtive.)

After graduation, I got married. Then I got divorced. The whole process took about three years. Then I saw Danielle at a bar.

She seduced me with ridiculous ease. She—now an associate professor of poetry—drove me to her house. (Here, I'm dripping again—don't want anyone to get bored.) In her bed, she was rougher than I remembered, her still-tiny hands grasping, twisting, thrusting inside my heedlessly sopping cunt always instants before I imagined, and harder. She kissed me with her thin, birdlike lips like little punches.

And then she started to punch me.

At first, her little balled fists weren't even registered—I thought them just an extension of her grasping caressing pawing. Then she did it again, while I was on my stomach, her tiny paws making a soft but sharp thwack on my ass, then my hips. "What..." I said, once I realized, then felt another, as I felt her fingers slide inside my pussy, and her thumb grasp for purchase at the entrance to my asshole. "What?" I said again, in something like distress. "Shhh," Danielle said, saucily, as she inserted her digits—in both places—deeper. "I've missed you...and that sexy, chubby ass." I was stunned into silence. Even at our most passionate, she'd never done these things, said these things. "I've got you right where I want you," she purred/growled in my ear, her little pale body now draped over me as she dug in with her hand.

I could have thrown her off easily. I'd only gotten plumper, while Danielle seemed as birdlike as ever, her years lending her an angularity even more delicate than before. I didn't. Instead I came harder and wetter than I ever had in my life. I let out what could only be described as a scream as she fingered me, and heard a voice I didn't recognize moan, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fucking rape me, you cunt!," as my hips humped the bed as I hurled my cunt and ass back into her invading little hand.

After I came (I genuinely have no idea how many times), I felt her on me fully, her weight barely registering on my sweating, heaving bulk. "I will," she said, breathlessly. You're mine now." I swear I came then, even just at her words. She rode out my convulsions, then rolled off me and, when I next felt her touch, she was placing a soft cloth gag gently into my gaping mouth. I took it, she tied it.

And then the night really began.

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When she gagged me, I smiled.

We'd played around with bondage in college a bit. Dabbled, you might say. Since she was always just a feather over half my size, there should have been a lot of acquiescence on my part so she could get the gag, the blindfold, the soft, thick ropes she always had coiled in her bedside table around my wrists, or my ankles. But, from that first night, my body simply knew she was in charge. I could have thrown her across the room, flipped her on her tummy and pinned her arms down to plunge my face into her ass, or simply smothered her with my bulk. But, honestly, from the first touch of her thin, hot hands under my shirt on the dance floor, the thought never occurred to me. Not once.

There are just some people who own you. Own your body. Turn you to melting butter, to honey at their caress. Or their fistful of your hair in their hand. That was Danielle. A contradiction, she was a tiny, rough-hewn townie who had a gift for writing poetry. She tossed down shots into her munchkin body until she didn't—and then used the calculated courage to impose her will. Especially on bi-curious, inexperienced fat girls like me. She told me she'd fucked the occasional boy, and even enjoyed it. But her passion was for women. Especially women she could turn to jelly, to butter, to honey. Women like me.

So when, after not having seen me for three-plus years, she first finger fucked me, then pulled out a gag from that night table (the same one from college, I noticed), it was like she'd known I'd be at that bar that night. She couldn't, of course. In town for an improbable business trip, I'd stopped into an old haunt for a drink. When she appeared, it was, again, like I'd somehow walked right into her confident little plan. I was helpless against it. And her.

She gagged me, then kissed my gagged, unprotesting mouth, saying teasingly, "I have neighbors. You still come like an animal." I felt like I'd come again just from her saying it. She rolled me over, me aiding her with abandon, and then—that table again—pulled out rope. I swear it looked the same, too. I watched her work, her tiny, bobbing tits in my face as she took first one wrist, then the other, and bound them to her solid, oaky bedframe. I moaned when she tied the last one tight and waited until she returned to straddle me and look into my eyes. I tried to express the complete surrender in my heart, my body with my eyes. I felt tears of—what? I still don't know, but I tried to blink them away before she bent her face to mine and licked them away. Then she kissed my bound mouth again. Then she smiled. Then she wiggled her way up my helpless torso until her tiny, sparsely-haired cunt was right over my face.

I remembered it. I recalled its deep, rosy pink, its folds—her labia surprisingly full and long for someone so small—the tight, naked protuberance of her hot red clit. I felt, as always, like I could see it pulse under my gaze. Her scent. Oh, god. Oh, god, her smell. Raw and—dusty. Like the street after rain. Like a—oh, God. Just to remember. Just to catch the scent, the barest scent of her cunt as she, with her no-nonsense way, thrust herself down on my bound mouth.

I moaned, I screamed through my gag, and I knew she knew I was begging, pleading for my mouth, my tongue to be free so I could plunge myself into her. God, I wanted to slurp her, lick her, fucking devour her. Her tiny, hot cunt in my face, grinding into my mouth, my nose, my eyes. Oh god. Oh god.

I knew she was smiling, grinding on top of me. I knew she'd let me have what I wanted. When she wanted.

But never before.



My Tired Girl



She was sprawled on the couch as though she had collapsed with her final burst of energy for the day, head resting on the worn, slightly dusty throw pillow, hair splayed out haphazardly. I gazed at her, as I do every day, wishing I could take away some of her stress. Her job was physically demanding, as would be all her jobs until she could get through school. Tonight was the beginning of her weekend, and she wanted to stay up as late as possible to celebrate the fact that she could sleep in tomorrow, but I could tell by her drooping eyelids that she would soon be dead to the world.

At my insistence, she eventually unfolded herself from the couch and I led her upstairs to bed. She collapsed, sitting on the mattress, grunting with the effort of it all, and pulled a book off the nightstand, determined to stave off unconsciousness for just a bit longer. Flipping idly through the pages, she pretended to ignore me as I sat on the edge of the bed, picked up her left foot and began pushing my fingertips and thumbs into the soft flesh in a gentle massage.

After a few moments on the single foot, I reached up and wordlessly pushed her back onto the bed. She allowed herself to fall backward, still holding onto the book, but whether she was actually reading I couldn't tell. I crept up her legs and gently thumbed the button of her jeans, eventually unclasping it then lowering the zipper. She slightly raised her hips to aide in the garment's removal, but other than this small gesture she gave no reaction to my ministrations.

Her empty jeans, still warm from her body heat, crumpled to the floor in a rapidly cooling heap, her keys falling out of the pocket and jangling briefly before deadening on the carpet. I took a quiet moment and absorbed the sight of her body, my eyes an insatiable sponge. Her cream-colored panties fit perfectly on her hips, the area below her navel lay completely flat, faint wisps of nearly invisible blonde hair on her smooth belly. My eyes ran down her legs, taking in the soft, flawless skin and gentle contours of muscle... despite my best efforts she had never understood how beautiful she was, but damned if I will ever stop trying.

I resumed the foot rub, kneading gently, working up her ankle to her calf, paying attention to each individual muscle, feeling the tension of her day flowing out of her. Upward from her calf to her knee, thigh, all the way to her hip; my eyes brushed over her covered pussy, staring hungrily at the delicate skin between her thighs giving way to the thick hem of her panties, trying to use my insistent gaze as a wedge to uncover the hidden flesh. After a moment of longing frustration, I set down her left leg and turned my attention to her right foot, beginning the process anew, prodding, poking, rubbing, kneading.

She idly flipped a page as my thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and peeled them slowly down her hips. She again lifted herself off the bed, almost reflexively, and I slid the material down her legs and off her feet, dropping them on the floor next to her jeans. I ran my hands up and down her thighs for a few moments, taking in her scent, admiring the delicate folds of her perfect pussy, the lips already pouting. Placing my hands under her knees, I lifted and spread her legs while lowering my head to her center, kissing her full on her cunt. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue through her, giving her clit a quick swipe, eliciting from her a quiet gasp.

She finally put her book down on the bed, still open to save her place, and looked at me wryly, eyes sparkling with the beginnings of her arousal.

"Could you um, get the lights?" she asked huskily, to which I grinned. She was a little prudish and didn't like me watching while she came. I didn't mind; I knew I would be able to feel her squirming under my tongue, and that was good enough for me.

I stood up quickly and extinguished the lights, feeling my way through the sudden darkness back to the bed and my home between her legs. Leaning in, I entwined my arms under her thighs and let my hands wander her stomach while I took my time exploring her pussy with my lips, nibbling up one side, then gently grabbing the labia with my teeth, pulling her apart, then repeating on the other side.

After all the attention to her lips, I started licking around her clit, padding my tongue against its hood. I pulled back and blew gently on her, and she shivered, moaning slightly. I grinned and began with renewed fervor licking, sucking, nibbling, every few minutes pulling back and lying my head on her thigh, enjoying the closeness and her obvious pleasure.

I stuck a finger in my mouth, coating it, then ran it through her pussy lips, briefly rubbing her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, and she made a slight mewing noise. I leaned in and licked her clit while sliding the finger inside her, feeling around for the rough patch of her g-spot. Rubbing it gently, I worked my tongue slowly back and forth over her clit, feeling the little nub bounce to and fro, listening to her breathing become slightly heavier.

As I licked and sucked her pussy, her hips began to gyrate, and we fell into the age-old rhythm. My finger was brushing her g-spot, my tongue circling her clit, my other hand lightly scratching meaningless patterns onto the flesh of her stomach.

A sudden intake of breath and she jumped back a few centimeters, removing my mouth from her pussy. I grinned as she shook, her walls clamping on my finger, and her breath shuddered. A gentle but insistent heel on my shoulder blade told me my work was not done, and I was drawn back to her pussy, pulling out as much pleasure as possible with my tongue. Her hands slapped to the covers at her sides, balling them into her fists, and she bit her lip as she arched her back, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. I sighed contentedly as she slowly came, gently probing her clit with my tongue each time her shaking showed signs of abating, each time her back arched and slowly settled, until she unwrapped a hand from the covers and placed it on my forehead, a quiet sign of her being too sensitive to come any more.

With one last lap I withdrew my fingers and sat up, wiping her juices from my face, flashing her a grin she couldn't see in the darkness. I heard her sigh contentedly, then mutter words of appreciation as she rolled over, already half-asleep. My poor, exhausted, beautiful wife...

Maybe because I made her come so hard she won't make me clean the garage tomorrow.

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This is my first attempt at any sort of story, erotic or otherwise. Please leave some feedback, tell me what's weak, what's strong, what you liked, what you hated. All polite criticism is welcome.