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New Orleans

By: fl_mike



We had flown to New Orleans to attend a trade show. My wife and I work for the same company, which had lead to some interesting times. We try our best to keep a very professional work environment. Our private life is just that private and we have yet to tell anyone that we work with that we are married to each other. In fact none of our clients or vendors know. Our romance started out fast and furious. Within six months of our first date we eloped to Vegas. Since everything happened so fast we didn't get to enjoy a honeymoon. Since things were happened so fast my wife never had time to change her name. What a bitch it is to be a woman (in more ways than having to change your name).

The flight to New Orleans was sooth. Any flight that lands where it should is a great flight. It's funny to laugh at all the people who bitch about the meal. Hey, if you want a great meal go out to eat. If you want to fly, be happy that you landed. We quickly grab our bags and make our way to the hotel. We try not to mix pleasure with business and never stay at the same hotel as clients or fellow employees. Since work is work we try not to socialize with coworkers. This way once we leave the office we leave our problems at the office. This is strange, but it helps us in our relationship.

We arrive at the hotel and get settled into our new home for the week. Life is good but it does become a challenge when you live on the road. It's a shame that we spend so much time on the road, and that we are unable to see all the sights.

We wake up bright and early. We try to find a hotel that has a coffee pot in the room. Can't start our day without a cup of coffee. Catch a quick breakfast downstairs at the hotel bar and we are off for a day of work. We head out for the trade show. This trade show is large and fills the large conference center. We didn't know what to expect since this is our first time at this trade show.

I noticed Misty talking to a prospect. He was tall and seems to be interested in our company or should I say Misty's company. I knew that men have flirted with her before. Lets face it Misty is one attractive woman that knows how to be sexy. She looked stunning today in that short mini skirt. I loved it when she would wear black stockings and heals. When she worked it was usual for to wear a jacket and something sexy underneath for me after work. 

Lucky for me I there was nobody for me to talk to, so I could watch the show. There was something more then business they were definitely flirting. She would look over at me with a child like look. Whops just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Seeing her with that look made me chuckle.

She motions for me to come over and join them. This guy is very into himself and normally this is a real turn off for Emily. However, he is the president for a large company that we have been soliciting. Maybe this is not pleasure on her part but more work. Yea right, women are just like men.

He tells us about his company, what they are doing, what they want to do, and where we might be able to help them. Looks like Emily's charms will land him as a client. Nailing this prospect alone would be big for us. Personally I am not jealous of her and never have been. She goes home with me and if she flirts? So what. All the pent up energy built up gets spent on me. What else could a guy want? So what if she thinks about someone else every now and then. Don't we all? Why not have a little fun as long as she tells me and we are honest with each other. I love looking at other women and really enjoy looking at different nude women. So, why wouldn't she enjoy some other men? I am in shape and turn a few heads myself. 

She moves her body in a way to maximize showing her cleavage. Even thought she is wearing a jacket amble cleavage is shown when she leans forward. As she sits down I watch her cross and uncross her legs. Those thighs of hers look sexy and are hard. Her workout routine does wonder for her body.

He seems to have the information he desired. We shake hands and he leaves our booth. Emily turns and looks at me. Teasingly she opens her jacket showing me her hard nipples. We both enjoy experiences like this. Surprisingly she enjoys watching me flirt with the female prospects and I enjoy watching her. These shows always turn contest to see who can stir up more interest. There were people still walking up to our booth so we didn't have a chance to talk about what happened or what could happen.

Around ten minutes before the show is suppose to end I notice that Mr. Flirt is walking back to us. Misty was talking to me when he walked up. He started to flirt with her and asked her what she was doing for dinner. He also said that there was a party that a friend is having and wanted her to attend. She told him that she was having dinner with me. He looked over at me and asked me if I would like to go.

Emily looks up and me and give me that look. The look that tells me she wants to go. We have been working a lot of hours and this would be a good way to let loose a little. He is all over her, talking to her acting like she is the only person here. I notice that her nipples immediately become hard as she talks to him. Surprisingly watching these events turns me on. I thought that if something like this would ever happen that I would be upset. However, I am excited more than anything else.

He has a limo waiting for us. The driver walks around and opens the door for us. Emily enters the limo first followed by me than Mr. Flirty. It was a little awkward getting into the limo so I decided to sit across from Emily. Sitting there I have a great view of her legs. The seat is low and she does her best to cross her legs like a lady. Never before have I had the chance to sit across from her before. Mr. Flirty sits next to her. He does not suspect that Emily and I are married. She does love showing off her ring, but I have never liked wearing jewelry.

My eyes roam her luscious body. She notices me checking her out and unbuttons a few of her jacket buttons. Again I notice that her nipples are hard. Our eyes meet again and stay connected. Mr. Flirt thinks that he is flirting with him and moves his hand down to her silky thigh. Things slow down and seconds turn into hours. I watch as his fingers dig into her flesh. His hands moves down her thigh as far as he can only to move back up. His hands rest on her skirt. While still looking at me she uncrosses her legs. As she moves her leg her skirt starts to ride up her a little. The tops of her stockings are exposed and Mr. Flirty hand goes straight for her naked flesh.

Its strange this limo ride. She is acting like he is not there but still her legs part a little to allow him a little tease. Never before have a seen a man touch my wife, as she seems to be enjoying the attention. Or is she using him to tease me? There is a little bump as we come to a stop. Mr. Flirty announces that we are here. The driver walks around and opens the door. He leaves the limo. Emily makes her way over to the door and looks up at me then at him. As I scoot to the door she gives me a quick kiss. "Did you enjoy the show? I need to change my panties do you have any?"

Walking in I'm amazed at the number of people all ready there. Since this is first time at this trade show we didn't know anyone and we definitely didn't know what to expect. We were like kids in a toy store. When we have time we enjoy going to a mall and people watching. People were dancing, drinking, and having a great time. 

Mr. flirty takes Emily by the hand and leads her over to the dance floor. I watch as he tries his best to seduce her. She seems to be enjoying all the attention that he is showering her in. There is nothing that turns her on more than dancing. She smiles as he leads her on the dance floor. Have to say that he is good. They float over the floor. Next thing I know there is some lady grabs me by the hand and taking me to the dance floor. The tempo is upbeat and my eyes move back and forth from this sexy creature and my wife. One thing I love about dancing is watch the female bodies move.

Of course the next song is a slow one. As I touch her dress I notice that it feels as soft as velvet. I could not tell you who or what was playing. This sexy young create snuggles up to me. Looking up I notice that Mr. Flirty hands have moved down to my wife's hips. It's just a matter of time before he starts to feel her tight ass. My date takes my hands and slides them down to her ass. Taking the clue I start to pull her tight. My fingers could not detect any pantie that causes a stir. There is nothing I can do as I come to life. As I start to press against my dance partner her hands drift down to my ass pulling me closer into her. I know that she can feel me and I swear that she is trying to rub her clit against me. 

Looking over at Misty I could see that she was enjoying herself. A moment of fear went through my body. Should I stop this? We never talked about this and how that something is happening. Would this be a mistake? The woman I was dancing with is very attractive and the thought of being with her was a real turn on. How would we feel tomorrow? My dance partner looks up and smiles. 

Her hand move up to my face and pulls me towards her. She kisses me softly. Her lips are soft and feel sensual. Her tongue touches my lower lip. Teasingly she bits my lip. I open my eyes to see Emily smiling at me. I notice that her hands are on Mr. Flirty behind. Not sure if she does that for me or is her hands were all ready there.

My dance partner's hands slide up my chest, which is a reverse from the norm. Her fingers find my nipples and she tries to tease me more. To push Emily I lift up my dates skirt to show off her ass. Slowly her thong is exposed which does not seem to bother her that everyone on the dance floor can see her ass. Emily blows me a kiss as my fingers touch my dance partner's bare skin. 

Looking around I notice only a woman watching. It seems like people are consumed in their own happy hour. Men and women are dancing and kissing all over the place. Emily blows me a kiss as my fingers touch my friends exposed ass. Funny, but the music is staying in slow songs. Emily says something to Mr. Flirty and then walks over to me. She asks if we can trade dance partners for a few seconds. As my partner peels off my chest I notice her hard erect nipples. She says sure and asks Emily to save her a dance. 

Emily snuggles up to me. We start to slow dance. "So, have you enjoyed the show? By the feel of things, I think you have."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I'm having a great time and I need you to fuck me."

Looking over at our partners they seem to be enjoying themselves. I lean over and tell them we are going to get something to drink. They are also thirsty. With that we make our way over to the bar. We break the dance and head over to the bar. People are in different stages of foreplay. We find a table off in the corner that is dark, a little smoky, and has a table we can stand up next to. Emily stands in front of me and starts to grind her ass into me. 

Mr. Flirty looks over at us and positions my dance partner in front of him. They do a little slow naughty dance. She grinds her hips into him. "You too seem cozy for workers."

"Watching him with her made me want him."

"Do you mix business with pleasure?" His hands move down to her hips.

"We never have before." She tells him. With that she squirms a little then bends down. To our amazement she places her thong panties on the table. "Does anyone need these?"

My eyes meet with my dance partner. She winks and slides her hands down to his. Emily reaches around and takes hold of me. With her hands behind her back she unzip me. Never before have I thought that she could do something like this. She easily slides her hand under my boxer briefs and feels my hard skin. She takes hold of me and pulls me out of my suite. 

Emily looks at our guest and lifts up the back of her skirt. "Tonight, I am going to get fucked. He is going to fuck me while the two of you watch. I am holding him and he is all ready hard. Now, the tip is about to enter me." With that I feel her hand take me and then slide into her. Her fingers stay on her pussy teasing her clit, as I am push deep into her. She adjusts herself to take me while standing up. 

She feels great all wet and warm. She is in total control as I let her sway her hips sliding me in and almost out of her. Our union is tight as I press deep in her. I wish I could see her facial expression as she leans forward onto the table. Her breast rest as leans forward give me deeper access to her pussy. Emily places her hands back on the table, holding it for support.

She moved slow swaying her hips to the beat of the music. The pleasure she is giving me is hard to capture in words. Having my wife ride me this way while our friends watch is kinky for us. My dance partner looks like she was having hard time breathing. Both her and Mr. Flirty eyes were glued to us. Mr. Flirty moves to our left while my dance partner moves to our right. I watch as her left hand moves under the table again as I feel fingers.

My dance partner reaches out and put her hands on Emily's. Their fingers interlock as she stares at Emily. That sensation starting to build and I know that I am running out of time. The excitement from being with her while others are watching is incredible. I move my hands down her body and in front of her. To my surprise I find a hand all ready working her clit. Both of her hands are on the table as my dance partner and her are holding hands. She turns to me and kisses me hard on the lips sending me over the edge pushing my load deep into her. 

I feel her start to release also. Feeling her body tremble in a hot orgasm. There is nothing better than being in a pussy after an orgasm with it being all wet and warm. Unfortunately my cock shrinks back to normal after my orgasm in her. My dance partner walks up and kisses my wife on the chin, then lips. 

It takes a few seconds for us to calm down. After we come back to earth it's a little awkward. Mr. flirty was feeling my wife's clit as I was in her. However, I am not upset with this. Emily pulls her skirt down and I adjust myself. Mr. Flirty gulps his drink down then walks over to the bar and gets us a fresh round. The rest of us follow suite and down our drinks. 

My dance partner introduces herself to us. Her name is Sharon and tells us that she is from LA. "I have never been so turned on before in my life."

"Glad that you enjoyed the show." Emily says.

"I have never watched someone have sex before. My husband would cum instantly if I told him what I just watched."

"Did you want to call him?" I asked her.

"No, I want to ditch the guy and go back with you. I want to spend the night with the two of you."

"Lets go before our friends gets back. We will tell him tomorrow that I was embarrassed and had to go. He should buy that."

With that the three of us leave the bar. I hail a taxi for us. All three of us head back to our hotel, but the rest is in part 2.

New Orleans



I opened a window and let the outside world in. The white cotton curtains fluttered on the warm spring breeze blowing into the room. I inhaled deeply. Yes, definitely New Orleans. The warm moist air, the faint smell of something spicy mixed with the too sweet smell of some southern flower.... was it magnolia? Maybe jasmine or honeysuckle or gardenias even. It was too faint to identify. I could hear a jazz band in the distance too far away to make out the tune. There is something magic about the french quarter, something almost intoxicating. 

I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. I had chosen what to wear carefully. The breeze coming in the window beside me was playing with my ankle length sheer white gown. The bodice was laced up tight, pushing my breasts high and showing just enough cleavage. I was nervous but I couldn't help but smile. I had arranged everything perfectly. Candles, wine, strawberries. It was going to be a special weekend. 

The knock at the door startled me back out of my self-satisfied mood. I pulled the heavy wood door open by the antique glass knob and stepped back to let him in, smiling shyly at him. He stepped inside without a word and took my face in his hands, pulling me to him then barely brushing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss.

"I've missed you," he whispered through the kisses as his fingers stroked the side of my face. 

He closed the door behind him and led me to the bed. His lips moved from my lips, across my cheek and to my neck. "I want you," he whispered as he ran the tip of his tongue across my earlobe. I moved against him, wanting him badly but he pulled away slightly and kissed his way across my collar bone to the top of my breasts. I arched my back and pulled him towards me only to feel him pull back. His smile told me that he wanted me but he was in a playful mood. 

"Do you trust me?" he asked with mischief in his voice. 

"Of course," I whispered, a bit unsure of what he had in mind. 

"Then close your eyes." 

I smiled and closed my eyes. 

I felt something cool and smooth against my skin. He was caressing me with something silky. A scarf. It registered in my mind just as he slid it over my cheek and pressed it over my eyes. I tensed and started to protest but felt his lips brushing against my cheek whispering a soft, "Shhhhhhh, you said you trust me," as he tied the scarf over my eyes. I knew if I insisted he would take it off but instead I took a deep breath and tried to smile. 

His breath was warm across the top of my breasts as he lightly kissed across where my bare skin met the silky fabric. My hands insticntively went to his head, stroking his hair as I pressed myself closer to him. He pulled away and suddenly I felt his hands wrapped around my wrists pulling them sharply over my head. I struggled against him but he moved to straddle me pressing me hard against the bed with the weight of his body. I felt the cold hard metal and heard the clicks of the handcuffs trapping my wrists too late to resist. I opened my mouth to protest but he moved back down and covered my mouth with his with a hard passionate kiss, leaving me unable to utter my protest. 

He pulled away. I could feel his weight still on the bed but he wasn't moving. I knew he was looking at me laying on the bed in front of him in my rumpled white gown with both hands bound above my head to the headboard. And I knew he was smiling. 

Moving ever so slowly, I felt his fingers on the laces of my bodice. He slowly unlaced them. I could feel the warm breeze caressing my bare skin as he exposed it and a chill went through me. I knew it would do no good to protest so I gave in and tried to relax. 

"Mmmm all mine," he whispered as his fingers ran across my body. 

The tip of his tongue brushed across my nipple leaving me with a shiver of anticipation. I could feel my nipple getting hard beneath his hot wet tongue as he teased it in small light circles. He moved to the other nipple and I pulled against the handcuffs in frustration. I was certain I heard him laugh at me as his mouth moved down my body. My gown had been pushed up by all of my squirming as he teased me but it was still covering me. I knew that wouldn't last for long though. His hands were on my legs, stroking them a little higher every time till he fingers were brushing against the growing wetness on my thighs. I rolled my hips towards him as he barely touched my clit for a split second. "Please," I whispered, knowing it would do no good to beg but still I couldn't control myself. 

Without warning, his hot tongue touched my clit sending currents of electricity through my body. I cried out and lifted my hips to meet his tongue as he pulled back so he was still barely touching me. I heard the whimpers coming from my mouth but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel his tongue pressing against me. He must have known I couldn't take anymore because he finally stopped teasing me and covered my pussy with his mouth. His tongue started making wide circles around my clit. The warmth of his mouth was almost enough to send me over the edge but not quite. Gradually the circles became smaller and his tongue found my clit rubbing back and forth over the hard little nub then sliding his tongue down, into the opening of my pussy, then back up to my clit. "Please, please, please," I begged as he brought me closer to climax then backed off over and over. Little waves of pleasure rippled through my body but it was the big orgasm that I wanted. I parted my legs and dug my heels into the mattress, thrusting upward against his mouth, helpless to do anything but rock my hips into him as he licked me. I pulled against the handcuffs and screamed his name as he reached up and tugged at my nipple while his tongue contined the incredible licking, and I came hard bucking against his face. 

My orgasm never stopped him from licking me more trying to make me cum hard over and over and in my helpless state I expected him to continue the assault so I was surprised when he pulled away. My body moved with him but since I was bound to the bed I couldn't go far. He slid up my body and I could feel his bare skin against mine. I realized he had undressed sometime after blindfolding me. His lips found mine in a long slow deep passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and it turned me on even more. I spread my legs and wrapped then around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I wanted it inside of me. His hands were roaming across my body as I rocked back and forth into him, pulling him to me, wanting to feel him inside of me. Finally without breaking the connection his cock found my wet pussy. I could feel the head pressing against me as he paused, making me want it even more. I could hear myself begging again, wanting to feel him inside of me more than I had ever wanted anything. "Please fuck me," I begged. "I need to feel you inside of me." 

The begging must have worked because he plunged deep inside of me in one smooth stroke. Instantly I felt the waves of pleasure sweeping through my body. The feeling of a thousand tiny orgasms washing over me was the most incredible sensation ever. I could feel him pounding into me over and over as I lost track everything outside of this moment and these feelings. He pinched my nipples sendiing me over the top again and again. His face was pressed to my neck nibbling at the sensitive flesh as his orgams built. I could tell by his breathing that he was close too. His hard cock was sliding in and out of me and I could feel my juices dripping out of me and running down the crack of my ass. He pulled me tighter to him and his body tensed as he kissed me hard, muffling his cries of pleasure into our kisses. 

I could feel his cum so hot and sticky running out of my pussy as his limp cock slid out of me and he moved back down my body. Once again his hot tongue was on my clit and I knew I had another orgasm in my me. This time he didn't ease me. He pressed his tongue hard against my swollen clit and licked up and down making me cum again. Then his tongue moved down my wet slit and I could feel him licking our cum out of my pussy. I had never had a man lick his cum.... our cum... out of my freshly fucked pussy before and it was driving me wild. I moved against him again wanting more of his hot tongue.but he continued licking as deep inside of me as his tongue could reach. 

Moving back up my body he found my mouth with his again. His naked sweaty body was pressed against me as he kissed me, gently at first. I tasted both of us on his lips and tilted my head upward to him. He pressed his lips to me in a hard passionate kiss, parting his lips and I could feel his delicious cum dripping out of his mouth and into mine. I moaned in pleasure, getting excited again, but thinking there was no way he could fuck me again so soon. I was wondering how to get him to slide his fingers into me while he kissed me when I felt his cock growing hard against my leg again. "Mmmm," he moaned, thrusting slightly against me making sure I felt it. 

I smiled and pulled against the handcuffs. 

"Why don't you let me go so we can finish this?" I asked sweetly. 

I could feel him smiling down at me. "You aren't getting away till I've had my fill of you," he said with a chuckle. 

I had a feeling that I wasn't going to see much of New Orleans on this trip but the thought of spending the weekend in bed like this was the best thought I could imagine.



New Orleans



Night never falls quickly enough on New Orleans. Interesting by day, certainly, but darkness brings the true city to life. The barkers and harkers, bodegos and cafes. The places seeking merely to move money -- from your pocket to theirs. And oh the promises.

This night will bring something else to the city of cadence and creole. She feels, rather than hears, the calls for attention ringing and melting together in her ears as she stands looking out her window. It's a tingling sort of feeling that comes first from the rumble of traffic and next from the memory of last night's arrival.

Her flight had touched down a day in advance of his. Really only nineteen hours. She had counted. Knows the minutes still. Had he even failed to mention it, she would be at the airport to meet him now, but he had specifically told her to wait. Standing at the window for six hours wasn't exactly his instructions, but it was her only option.

If he knew that she would be so keyed up like this, would he have asked any different of her? She wonders -- and distinctly doubts. Questions come and go in her mind, but they all circle back to the same one: will night never come? Will the sun never leave her alone? Tantalizing, toying with her wants and hopes. Smiling and winking at her, making her want and need the blackness to come before discovery. She feels so bald and bare in the sun, so exposed.

Her arms cross all by themselves as she wonders how she will ever get back to her innocence after this night. Is it already too late? Has she gone too far yet? She might ignore the door. Feign deaf to his knock. She might peer through the crack, gaze into his deep blue eyes and tell him she can't do it after all. Stare, even as her body falters and threatens to shake apart. Will he reach through the slit and strip her clothing like the sun or will night give her the bit of cover she needs to be able to tell him no?

Will he push his way past her defenses anyway? A shove against the wood to make her give way, then a grab at her wrists as he presses her back to the wall? Does she really know him at all? A chance internet connection that surged through her wiring and left her in such a state that she stands at a window waiting for six hours. Leaving only to nervously pace or to pick at something or other. Will night never fall in New Orleans?

Though her plane landed near midnight -- was it only last night -- she couldn't shut herself into the room and stay. Instead, she walked the crowded pavements. The one way streets closed to all but pedestrians and brave bicyclists. Or unicyclists.

People jostling one another. Wandering in and out of open doored shops, peering at skeleton themed juju and mojo makers. Or gator heads. She cared nothing for any of them. Ended up at Cafe du Monde about two a.m. picking apart a beignette and sipping at a chicory hinted coffee, afraid to go to her hotel and wait. Afraid she would spend the time staring out the window.

Weary at the dawn, she made her way to the room, but napped so little that she now fears swaying and fainting from excitement over his arrival. Unable to sit. Unable to walk along the river or take tea on the balcony or sit in the park and let sun tingle across her nape. Unable to bear more than waiting and watching. A base excitement that infuses her and sets her apart from the more than friendly people. The more than helpful staff and passersby. Everyone so willing to help make sure she has a good time, yet none are him. So she eschews them all and waits at the window.

The city stretches out before her. The vista beckons. On the one side, the lights just beginning to twinkle. Hardly seen against the waning light of day. On the other side, the river with the wash of steam powered craft. Even the perfect view lacks in her mind. She is unable to see the airport. To watch the planes land and know that one of them is his. She has to content herself with pacing the room and hoping that one of the passing jets leaving tendrils of wisp in the sky will be the one she waits for.

It is only four in the afternoon and she has paced, walked and picked her way through a mere six hours. She tried earlier to meet him online, to chat, but he either refused to get on, was busy or may even have been toying with her. She left him a message, but he gave back a perfunctory text: "I will be on time." Presumably he had allowed for extra time from the airport to the hotel, but it meant that she had five more nerve wracking hours to go. If she could only go downstairs and into the market area, it would pass time. Maybe even sit at the cafe again and watch people walk by. She can't bring herself to do more than pace the room, however, and think.

It began as just a simple internet connection. A little fun, some flirting, very innocent, until one day she woke up and realized she talked more to him than to her husband. Worse, in her mind, was that he talked back. They shared. Laughter, commiseration, news, lives. And he listened. He knew more about her thoughts and needs than her own family did.

There was more than just simply flirting. Much more. He knew her secret desires. Her inner needs. He started talking one day about why he was just dating. Why there was no one woman for him. How he had a "fetish" he called it. A penchant for creating suffering and fear in women. When he said this to her, she felt a thrill of excitement. She remembers now casually asking him questions about his activities, suppressing her thrill and hoping he didn't recognize it in her written voice, how he was somewhat reluctant to tell her at first, but as she showed more interest, he opened up and she found a world of depravity waiting for her to fall into.

Those first conversations were so innocent, looking back on them, now. She must have seemed the picture of naivete. A virtual unborn. Even now, she wavered between excitement and disgust at how he roped her in so easily. She thought now how simple it was for him to open this door for her and give her just a bit at a time. Enough to keep her wanting more and not enough to turn her away.

To be fair, he warned her repeatedly; early and often. From the beginning. Told her exactly how he would do just this to her, bring her before him with such trepidation, such uncertainty, hoping and craving. How he would take her then, take all of her hunger and lust and fear. How he would feast upon this, leaving her little or nothing of her own self.

She stops her pacing and picks at a vase on the coffee table. Her arms cross and uncross all on their own. Her stomach flops freely. All his warnings only served to heighten her interest and her want, eventually her need. Now she was in so deep she couldn't walk out if she wanted to, though she will toy with herself about not letting him in or maybe telling him no when he shows up. She can no more deny him now than to fly back to Florida and tell her husband it was all a lie about the conference. That she set it all up for these few days with this internet stranger with all his talk about binding her and tormenting her.

Weeks after that first talk, she saw the advertisement for this conference come over the fax machine. She talked her boss into giving her the time and her husband into believing that her boss wanted her there. She talked one person after another into believing her web of half truths and into letting her go. That any one of them could have brought the whole facade crashing down at any time was always there, beneath everything. And so was he.

She nearly canceled every day since she sent in her registration and bought the plane ticket for New Orleans where he bought the hotel and told her he would meet her. Everyday since, she wanted to call it off and wanted it to hurry, both and at once, but here she was, arms crossed and staring out the window. Four more hours until she could no longer turn back.

She remembers being so wet the first time he told her about tying her hands and how excited he'll get seeing her bound before him, she had to lock the bathroom at work and play with herself until she came in a sudden burst that completely took her by surprise. Since then, she's been a bit more ready for her reactions, but he still often shocks her -- not at his words or imaginings, but at the way he makes her feel.

Her arms uncross and she picks at the water glass on the counter as she thinks of the first time he'd sent her a story. A tale of two lovers, never touched yet truly deep in sharing and wanting. They meet and he presses her to the wall just inside the door. Before she can catch her breath or realize what is happening, he's compressing her world into this small area.

He wrote how he will take her wrists and force her to the wall, kiss her as he will and when she turns from him for air, he will push harder until she gasps and writhes. Then he will let her go. She'll nearly fall to the floor in her release. She'll remain there, standing and panting until he has turned and dug into his bag and moved back to her. This time he will take her wrists and force her face to the wall, tying her hands together behind her. When he pulls her head around to kiss her lips this time, her eyes will be wide in excitement -- both nervous and aroused.

Her arms cross again and she walks to the window and presses her palms against the pane of glass. Leaning forward, she touches her forehead to the cool surface and wonders again how she got here. How she can risk so much to see this person she knows so little of and has yet to touch or truly believe is real. She knows all about how unreal the internet might be and the near people there. She knows well how few of them can ever give what they promise. Much like life in microcosm. How many promises people make everyday without ability to fulfill them, yet here she is, led into a situation where some unknown, unseen wordsmith comes to fail to live up to expectations.

She nearly left the room then. Uncrossed her arms, got her purse and had her hand on the doorknob until she realized there was nowhere to go that will fill her. He'd created this hole in her psyche that she is unable to salve. She's tried since that first time. Suggested to her husband that he tie her hands. He did, but so gently that she nearly laughed at him. At least he tried, but she knew as soon as he took her hands that it wasn't him. Couldn't be him.

She walks back to the window. Looks out over the river. Boats were streaming by. Ships, probably - what did she know of such things. They were all going somewhere. Leaving her here in a room waiting for someone who may or may not even come. If he does show up, will he be the one he told her he was?

Her arms uncross and cross again all by themselves and she sees with a stab of anguish that there are still two more hours before he had told her to expect him. She sees Bourbon Street off to the left, just beginning to come alive and she wonders what it would be like to wander there carefree. Maybe even in defiance of his instructions, perhaps get back to the room just after he'd entered an empty suite. See how he takes it. Whether the disappointment will show on his face before the glee of seeing her takes hold.

At the same time she thinks this, she also fears what he will do in retaliation; to teach her about disobedience. He has told her before how he will instruct her and she believes that he truly will - has already begun. It is both a fear and a hope. Just as he long ago told her it will be.

The square below was coming alive in the half light. People were moving or standing in motion. Her arms cross as she watches their hands waver and their feet shuffle. There was a sway to their movements. A hypnotic transient dance of bodies. She imagines how it would look in full dark if she could look down from here and see them. Envision them all in a ballet of tide like swells with ebbs and squalls. She yearns to be among them. Suddenly sees herself being taken by him in the midst of the crowd. Like a private Mardi Gras.

She feels herself sway and lift, keeping time with the hands of a barker. Her sex grasping and releasing as the hands raise and spread, lower and flip inward. She finds herself swaying to the silent beat, drenching her panties when she jerks awake from her trance. She feels the fatigue wash over her with the last of the daydream and stumbles her way to the couch where the cool upholstery welcomes her.

Her dreams are dark and wanton. Filled with lust and the devilish wishes of his pleasures. He has told her "I will take my pleasures" and she finds herself dreaming of him as he forces her to give him her body. First she offers her hands, he refuses with a shake of the head. Then her legs, again a refusal. She tries to give him her entire body piece by piece, but each part he denies her. Shaking his head sadly side to side. She begins to plead with him, begging him to take her children, her dog. She sees herself in tears, giving him her house and car when a soft rap intrudes.

She bursts out of the dream, shaken, but desperate to see him, to let him in and to melt into him. All thought of telling him "no" flies as she runs to the door. She turns the bolt after pulling on the handle, then pulls and pushes it back before taking off the chain. Her fingers fumbling and trembling, she just manages to open the door, to see his eyes.

He's real and before her and her breath is already gone when he pushes his way inside, tosses his bag down and presses her back to the wall. His fingers twine with hers, his body hard and overwhelming. She's gasping even as his lips find hers in gentle play. They're nibbling tenderly at hers, twisting them sweetly between top and bottom, suckling them. She's lost and wonders if her dream has yet released her.

Her back remains at the wall, her mind dazed, when the pressure of his body leaves. Her fingers still feel the twining and his sharp knuckles pressing in her skin as she hears the zip of his bag. She swoons and might have sunk to her knees but that he catches her up once more. This time his lips bruise. Grab hers with brutal indecency, his hands rough her body, seize her hips, her buttocks, squeeze her breasts and upper arms. They move down past her elbows, twists them together almost cruelly and wraps a cloth around them. He echoes the move with her wrists, this time braiding the cloth so her hands are bound firmly to one another. The sharpness of it brings tears to her eyes even as she recognizes the fact that he had openly told her he would do this very thing.

Unable to move her arms, now, not yet having caught her breath, her lips hardly register that his are but touching lightly. Tenderly exploring the bottom, then the top. His mouth just grazes her cheek, her chin, her eyelids, her brow. Moving freely, touching down upon the skin of her face as it opens and reaches for him.

A sigh bubbles up inside her and presses her lips outward. He pushes his lips into her hair and as he comes closer, the smell of spice teases her. When he moves onto her nape, she can no longer resist moaning aloud. It comes to her then that she's dreaming and will wake any moment to the knock on the door. She feels herself slipping and he tugs on her wrists, pulls her forward and across the room. Before she can catch her balance, he pushes her back against the bathroom door.

Still sure she's deep in sleep, she's yet to struggle, but she does work at the bindings and finds them taut but giving. He ties a robe belt around the cloth between her wrists and grapples her arms above her head, throwing the belt over the top of the door. He has a second soft belt there with a large knot in it that he tosses beneath the wood. He leaves her briefly, tightening her arms tight above her before he turns away. She finds it fairly uncomfortable, yet somehow arousing as well and she wonders how her dream could be so real as to chafe her wrists.

When the bathroom door closes, it's such a small click that she could ignore it but for the note of finality it presents to her consciousness. He's back in front of her, his knees moving hers outward. Feeling the door stiff against her back makes her finally realize she's awake and the dream is gone.

Now she struggles. And gains a chuckle from him. "Did I wake you? Have you been nervous waiting for me?"

She tries to swallow and tell him how she had spent her time, but all that comes out is: "Are you really here?" And it comes out in gasps. Her body reacting with the touch of his fingers coupled with another low, nearly evil laugh from his lips. Better than her imagination had given her. Better than her dreams. His hands leave tendrils of flame as they trace her sides and run up her arms.

He has succeeded, meanwhile, in separating her legs and forcing his pelvis into hers. She can feel his hardness, separated from her by layers of clothing. His and hers. She wants nothing more than for the material to dissolve. She wants to feel him bare and presented to her. A moan escapes her. And another as his hands keep up their relentless campaign against her sanity.

She wants to touch him. To take his hardness in her hand and make him moan. His hands keep her from expressing this physically, however, and his fingers wandering over her prevent her from telling him. She tries. She opens her mouth and closes it several times, all to no avail. She can no more talk than wrench her hands free of the cloth he'd bound them with and all her struggling only serves to make it tighter on her wrists. She can feel his excitement rising as she twists and squirms.

His knees pushes her thighs completely open and his body presses into hers so firmly that her struggles become little more than wriggling. His mouth presses into hers, then, insistent and forceful. It takes her breath from her again. She thinks to turn her head away, but he reaches up with his hands and holds her there, forces his lips on hers and shoves into her until she has nowhere to turn. Her wrists pull, but the ties get tighter and the cloth digs into her flesh when she fights too hard.

His hands move down her body, lift her, turn her and push her breasts against the wood of the door. His palms smooth the muscles of her back and buttocks and shove her still more firmly into the door. Now she finds she can squirm and she does. Until his hand finds her ass. A stinging blow that nearly brings her to tears with the suddenness.

He pulls the hem of her skirt up and tucks it into the waistband as she steels herself for more swats. Instead, she gets her ass rubbed and kneaded. The circles make her moan and need more. He presses close to her and moves his voice to her ear "Is this what you want?"

The words are said in an accented melody while the tone holds an underlying menace that makes her flood her panties. Unable to speak, she lets the words linger in the still air. "Well? Not talking now? Well... we'll see about that." There's more than threat in those simple syllables. It makes her soak the remaining dry cloth of her panties. She can feel the flooding as acutely as the touch of his breath tickling her ear.

Why had she wanted this so? Even now, as her sex drips with excess moisture; as she can all but feel a sliver of water snaking along her thighs and the cool of breeze on her bare bottom where he's pulled her underwear into the crack of her ass, she wonders how her reaction can be so severe. Her body taking over from her mind. Even as her thoughts cry out against the things happening to her, her body trembles and tingles and aches for more. Pooches outward for it, like her buttocks.

His fingers work up, then down her back, to the conjunction of thigh and ass. His thumbs circle her thighs, separate them and pull at the skin. She feels her groin tauten and a trickle of moisture makes its way down her bared flesh. His fingers flick outward and yank the thin cloth of her underwear away from her skin. Pulls them cleanly to her knees, then her ankles. His knee holds her thighs apart and his fingers move back to squeeze her buttocks open, pinch them with his thumbs and open her wide to him.




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Before she can adjust to the feel, his thumb shoves its way inside her. Makes her squirm and squeal with the suddenness of its invasion. She can feel it pressing within her and just as she begins to move with it and against it, to try and take it further inside, he pulls away and swats her bare bottom. Hard and sharp. The sting brings tears to her eyes, though she steels herself not to cry. Another stinging slap. And another.

She braces herself for still another spank that never comes. As she takes a deep breath, though, his hand clasps her ankle, wraps a soft tie around it, strips off the thin piece of soaked silk and pulls it wide. Before she can properly struggle, the other ankle receives the same treatment and suddenly she is tied, spreadlegged, face to the door. Her mind reels. Fear and apprehension take over. She's panting heavily and about to panic when his thumb once more shoves itself in through her wetness, right to the hilt of his palm. She realizes how excited she is only when he pumps his hand back and forth, banging into her open, drenched lips, his palm smacking into her clit with every push. She squirms and struggles, openly throwing her reserves out. Her body forces moans and whimpers from her even as her mind cries out "No!"

She is separated; mind and body. Struggling to tell him no more, yet squirming in pleasure and inches from begging him for all of it. Her body is no longer hers. Traitor, it's gone over to his camp. He has become not just propietor, but sole owner of her reflexes and senses. He stopped his ministrations, but when, she can't say. She tries to look around when the leather strap lands across her buttocks. A clean snap directly over the middle of the mounds. The sound grabs her attention and she thinks there should be pain. A stinging sensation, at least. There is only the flooding in her groin and the trickle on her thighs.

She thinks if he reaches back and smacks her as hard as he can, there will be juices flying with every slap. Her ass will turn red and redder with every stroke, it might even blister, but the sensation of being hurt will be missing. It'll all be about the way she needs him to take her. The feel of his smooth hardness is poking into the side of her thigh and his heavy breathing makes her crave more blows and more contact. The gasps from his chest as he feels the leather connect with her flesh and hears her whimpers stabbing at his depths.

The spanking was over too soon. She had so little time to get used to the way she feels nothing but need and desire. Her pussy overflows with liquid and her thighs are cooling from the splattering. She can't believe he would stop when her moans are driving him on, but his hands grab her heated globes and push upward. Before she can cry out, his mouth grasps her stiff clit and sucks it in. The electricity jolts a scream from her.

His lips and tongue work over her hypersensitive nub until she can barely manage a babble of moans. Choking and gasping her pleasure, she tries to move her legs, adjust them to keep him from the very center of her being. From overpowering her. She can do little more than shift her hips and he easily keeps her from twisting out of his grasp with just his fingers digging in. She feels helpless. Worse, the more helpless she feels, the more apprehension, the more aroused she feels him getting. The more excited she is.

She can feel her sex open and grasping and she thinks she will cum if he only pushes his thumb back in or keeps sucking at her clit for just a second more. As the feeling grows and her climax nears, her legs shake as they never had before and her back arches. Her breasts ache, her head swims and a liquid glow spreads through her heart. She cries out in anguish when he stops. A gut wrenching cry. Her insides torn and shaking, her knees unable to keep her standing.

The bindings on her wrists hold her upright as she shakes and trembles. There is an ache that goes completely through her insides as the shivering subsides and her legs are barely kept from turning to water. She's never had such a feeling run through her body and she moans in desperation of more.

It's minutes or maybe hours before she realizes he's stopped all contact with her. There are tremors yet trickling their way out through her skin after spending themselves in waves upon her muscles. As the agony subsides, she can finally lift her head and gasp for air again. She wondered where he was and moved her head back and forth hoping to turn enough to see him.

"Are you back now?" His voice tickles at her ear and startles her so badly she lets out a shriek. At the same time his hand reaches around and pinches her nipple. Not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to gain her full attention. Her knees shake at the sharp jolt.

She mouths without completing words. Tries to give sound to sensation, but all her attempts fall short. There's a whirlwind of color to tell him about, a myriad of noise to show him, yet she has only gasps and moans for his ears. He seems to understand, however, and to believe her.

"I won't make you tell me," he says. Then he lowers his voice to a whisper. "I'm going to take you. I'm going to enter your dripping hole and pound that sweet little pussy." His voice holds promise and menace in equal parts and she feels herself quiver. "Oh, but we have so far to go first." Her thighs shake and she knows she will cum if he but presses into her a little more.

There are jolts to her nerves. Stabs of sharp anguish where his fingers pinch or nip at sensitive places; her nipples, her inner elbows, her ribs, her clit. They are nothing to the delirious feelings his lips upon her neck give. They're playing along her muscles, singing and dancing on her skin. Her entire body becomes so enflamed that an orgasm now is out of the question. She's too far enrapt. His lips are at her hairline, his teeth pressing against the tender covering; now they're at her shoulders and his jaw presses into the delicate sinews.

And always, there is the feel of the wood on her chest, the chafing of bindings around her wrists, the discomfort of ties on her ankles. She wonders briefly what people will say if they notice the markings. Imagines herself exhbiting them proudly, looking to see who knows what they signify.

She only realizes that he's unbuttoned her blouse when the cool air breezes across the exposed areas. Her bra follows quickly behind, released and hanging open now, dangling on her arms. Her skirt still tucked in the waistband, the bare skin of her ass pimpled with goosebumps. She expects a pinch on her nipple (such an obvious object, standing hard and tall since meeting the open air), so the belt across the cheeks of her behind comes as a complete shock. She gasps so loud and hard, she thinks surely someone will hear and call the police. More excitement floods from her and she thinks she might dry up before she gets his hard length inside.

More swats follow that first. Four, five, six, she isn't certain how many, but the warmth that suffuses her begins and ends there, on her rear, and her mind is flooded when the breeze plays over the cheeks once again. She hears the rustling of clothing and imagines him undressing. She closes her eyes lightly in both hope and need. And she realizes that she wants him more than anything she's ever wanted before. At the same time, she wants more of this. She doesn't want it to end.

She feels the smooth hardness pressing up against her slit as she considers her chagrin that the sex act will signal the end of her ordeal. And delight. Such an exquisite pleasure for her never to have known! The feel of the bindings and the helplessness with the knowledge of his mastery and possession. His gentle, sweet touches and his brutally base grabs. The way he so easily strokes the very heart of her sensation. The way he claims her physical self with his fingers. She thinks of it all as over when he penetrates her. Consummates his taking of her. Yet does she want it more than she has ever thought she might need anything in her life.

She sighs and pushes into the staid pole. And receives a pinch. The one to her nipple she had braced for moments ago (or was it ages). This one takes her completely unaware and she screams. She cuts it off just as fast, not intending to and not wanting to give him more tools to use on her, the knowledge of how he touches her so deeply. With her squirming, the hardness between her legs jerks and pokes at her. She feels the moistness. Her moistness dripping from the smooth warm cover. She sighs into the sensation.

His fingers move onto her back and bring waves of delight. She hums with the motions he makes. Pokes and prods at the muscles, then soothes and strokes over the skin. She's moaning steadily as his palms roll circles over her flesh and the sides of his hands press the bulky points flat. His thumbs make tiny rings down the sides of her spine, then the fingertips make long runnels of pleasure back up across her ribs.

His pole becomes more insistent, toying with her outer labia and focusing all her attention to the steady drizzling of fluid coming from her inner self. She sees it as her core melting and flowing out her body to bathe his penis. Her mouth waters at the image and she wants nothing more than to take him between her lips and gorge herself. She pictures his moans, his cock growing harder and harder and his movements crescending until he loses all control. She gives a half conscious wriggle of her bared ass, feels the slip of her sopping wet center wrap and slide over his hard pole.

He jerks it away from her suddenly and swats her again. And again. And again. Until she feels the heat coming off her in blaring undulations. His lips trail up her back, move to the base of her neck and leave a trail of chilled flesh. As his lips nibble and scrapes of his teeth thrill her, he grabs handfuls of her ass muscles, lifts her hips and jabs into her. A fluid, sudden motion that makes her cry out with the feeling of beauty and mastery and the depth of connection! She feels a shuddering at her core that leaves her in trembles with each smooth stroke out and claimant joust in. He's taking her as his own.

She feels a blossoming inside her, a bubble pressing up to bursting, but with a huge yank, he lets her collapse into the door; open and grasping and leaking juices down her thighs. Her knees give out. Her wrists strain to hold her weight, her thigh muscles shake so furiously that she worries they might not stop. The spasms themselves threaten to force her to orgasm when he pinches her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Her breath leaves her with the rest of her strength and he presses against her back to keep her upright. She feels his hardness pulse with excitement and she imagines a droplet squeezing from the tip. She knows his need. Feels it like a palpable creature and her reaction to it threatens to overwhelm her.

Her arms begin to quiver from the strain and she has tears welling, filling her vision. His body presses closer, holding her to the door, on her feet by sheer force. She feels him reach along her arms, stroke the backs of her hands and she's suddenly released. Her arms float away upward and her legs lift from the floor. She's flying. Confused, she registers that, no, he's picked her up. He carries her to the bed as she lets her head loll onto his shoulder, sinks her cheek into his warm, firm chest.

The penetration is full and insistent. It fills her with liquid heat and spreading need. Radiates from her inner self in waves. Threatens to wash her away. She feels like a beach with the water moving inexorably toward her. A wave that washes up, replaced by another before the first has receded, but it's moved closer; and the next one comes even closer. He's thrusting and humping into her, shoving the waves before him. Her entire being ensnared with his pulsating member.

The wave closes in on her and begins to take her up. He stops. Now she grabs at him. Her reaction is near violent. She grabs and grunts, tries to get up and is held there by his body position. She hears her groans of frustration and can hardly believe they are from her. Growls and half roars of fury. She feels them in her chest and throat, but they come from far away. She pushes at his immutable leg, gets nowhere, then shoves with her forearms in his chest.

He holds her there. Knee between her legs, one hand under her hip, one on her shoulder. She doesn't feel a pressure and should be able to just throw him off, but her muscles won't work or he's too strong (and she thinks it's probably both). Finally she is gasping and drenched in the sweat of her exertion, collapsed before him.

"Are you going to PLEASE fuck me now?" She can't keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She can't believe she is this close to begging. It doesn't matter to her how many times he'd told her he will have her beg, it was exciting to her to hear it from him even as she knew he could never bring her to it in reality. Her fantasies are many and wild, but truth is a bald and routine master.

"Oh?" His tone is lilting and teasing. "Are you tired of the foreplay? Have you gotten what you wanted?"

She is struck with a deep chord of truth in his voice. A shiver of bare reality that slips into her being. She feels a physical ache in her groin, fatigue in her joints, an edge of desperation in her psyche. She wants him to take her. Make her suffer all the things he's told her he will. She's afraid he will go too far. Maybe already has. She may lock up and be unable to cum or to do what he wants. Tears well up inside her again.

His voice is as soft, tender and sweet as his touch to her face. "I'm going to help you get what you need."

She struggles not to show how close to tears she is. "Sometimes if I can't finish I can't have an orgasm at all."

"We have time for you to relax and try again. I'm going to help you through this." His voice is soothing and she can feel the tremors relaxing.

His voice moves lower again and seems more threatening, "You're going to cum when you can beg for it. Now turn over or I will do it for you." His fingers are in her hair and she closes her eyes to the sensation, considering whether she will resist him or not. She decides to submit after debating his response. As she turns, she feels how thoroughly wet she is, her juices flowing out onto her thigh and a growing puddle beneath.

Trepidation fills her as she lies with her back to him. A vague sense of unease that makes her skin cringe. He secures her wrists, still tied together, to the head of the bed. His fingers move to her shoulders and press into the muscles bunched there as his knees separate her legs and hold her there. The feel of his hands massaging her back does little to assuage her fears, vague as they are.

The massage goes on, though, and she relaxes into it. She can't help herself. A warmth takes her over and spreads through her. He knows her, moves inside her with his fingers. They easily smooth aside the muscles and slip into her heart. She can feel her body calming on the surface, though an edginess remains deep within her. A blade of steel stuck far inside her softness. She feels the contrast like a mass of heated coals under a thin sand covering.

His hands are circling her back, forcing moans from her. Throaty groans of pleasure. Passionate growls. The fight squeezes out of her and leaves her aimless. Without will or desire for anything but him. His hands are as steady as the tide itself and continue their march to her bottom, the coals flaring as he moves closer. Each push of his wrists send coos of pleasure over her tongue and she writhes sinuously to tempt him.

The slap on her ass is hard and stinging. Burning places already tender from his belt. Before she can register the difference in his position, he has one of her legs and is tying it firmly to the foot of the bed. She makes a half hearted attempt to stop him from tying the other one, but knows this is a lost cause and submits without any real struggling.

She tests the bindings and finds them tight. Too tight. She feels him watching her and starts to turn her head when his hands take her by the cheeks and pull her forward onto his purpled head. Surprised, she can do little but swallow, then as her moans overwhelm her, she tries to lick and taste it. She wants it. Wants it all and he obliges by shoving it hard to her throat.

Between gasps and groans, she swirls her tongue over the smooth rod and gets a warm flush of satisfaction from his deep groan. It makes her push her mouth back at him. Bob her head and suck at it. She can feel his excitement throbbing and taste his delight. She thinks she might cum when he does and feels it rising inside the shaft. His balls draw up and she gasps at the impending spray, but he yanks her hair back. She feels like a fish mouthing at open air, readies herself for a geyser on her face, but somehow he holds it back with a wrenching groan.

Without invitation, without her permission, her body stretches forth from deep inside her and moans "Please" out into the air. A pleading tone that her throat has never felt before and it accompanies a shaking loose; a torrent of emotion pouring forth from her very soul. "Please."

She's conscious of a puddle beneath her as he sets himself between her knees and grabs her ass. In one fluid motion he lifts it into the air and slams into her to the hilt. If she had breath she would scream. He yanks back and rams in her again. And again. She feels her entire body, her entire self flow around his shaft and hem it in, squeeze it. It's driving to the very heart of her and she feels it thrusting against her cartilage, bruising and bumping her as it plumbs her depths and without warning, she explodes in a shaking mass of nerve.

She has nothing in her experience to compare this feeling of being out of control to. It leaps upon her and shakes her like a ravenous beast, leaving her unable to even cry out. She knows now all the things he's done to this point were all leading up to this.

Before she can turn and tell him, she cums again. This time she cries out. A long, ragged cry. Anguished. Like her orgasm. Drawn out and beyond her ability to keep inside. And again it takes her. Through it all, his relentless pounding maintains a hold on her senses. Drives her to another plane.

He stops and unties her ankles, but she is limp to him. Allowing him to take her how he will and do what he wants and she knows it's what she wants and needs too. He turns her over and with a gentleness to rival any lover's, he slips into her heart and soul. Takes her by the head as she wraps her legs around his hips and slides softly in and back. Testing and teasing. Plumbing her depths. She wants it to go on forever.

Night never falls quickly enough on New Orleans and tonight, and now she hopes the dawn will take even longer to rise.



New Orleans Ch. 2



© 2001 by Mike Yevchekov

All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.

Even though this is the second part of a story, there is no need to read part 1.

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Tonight has been a long night and the night is still young. Never before have I watched my wife flirt with a guy. To be honest I always thought that I would be jealous. Even the thought of her looking at a man would set me off. But tonight, it was exciting watching her. She looked so sexy and happy which was a real turn on.

Now for the long ride back to our hotel room. Sharon is with us and wants to spend the night. What a lucky man I am. To be honest, Emily has never expressed an interest in being this wild or adding someone but who am I to object. Lucky for us a taxi pulls up for us.

We all jump into the first taxi that comes our way. Sharon is the first to get in. Emily pushes me to get in next. Quickly I am sandwich between these two sexy ladies. Instinctively my hands move to their thighs. With a light touch I started to massage their thighs. Not that they needed help to get into the mood. Both women were more than ready.

The taxi brings us to our hotel. "How about a quick drink?" Emily asks.

"Sounds great, I could use one." Sharon replies.

Tonight was a wild night for her, but she still needed a boost. Or should I say a shot of confidence to compete the night. The look in her eye told me that she was still on fire craving more. 

The bar is your typical northern rustic establishment with a heavy dark wood with a thick laminated top. The place is clear of clients and we made our way over to the bar. We sat at the end of the bar with Sharon looking at each other while Emily between us. 

The bartender makes our drinks. It seems that we are all thinking about what we are about to experience. There are no words spoken. The sexual tension is thicker than pea soup. We all watch intently and make eye contact. Each as nervous as the other, for what they are about to experience. All of us are enjoying the buildup, the sexual tension. The bartender asks me if we need anything. The girls quickly tell him that we are ok. He then excuses himself, saying that he will return in five minutes. As our liquor needs are taken care of he walks behind a door.

"That was a sexy show the two of you put on. I only wish that I had a dry pair of panties to change into." Sharon says.

"Oh really now, that sounds exciting." Emily says while moving closer to Sharon. Sharon's face starts to turn a bright shade of red as Emily moves next to her. Knowing Emily I know that her hand has moved to Sharon's thigh. What a show the girls will put on. As Sharon's eyes get bigger, I quickly look down to notice Emily's hand on Sharon's thigh.

Instantly the hormones rush though my body. "That would be a sight to behold. Two beautiful women from the gods that I will only be lucky enough to fantasies about, and fantasies about waking up next to in the morning."

I watch as she moves behind to Sharon. Smiling, as she is swivels the chair. Emily moves down her body until she is between her lets. Sharon leans forwarding her chair and closes her eyes. Emily's hands dance up Sharon thighs until they disappear under her skirt. Sharon gasps and holds the air in. Her nipples become noticeable erect. Emily's hands return from under her skirt. Sharon's panties are delicately guided past her heels. For the first time in her life, well that I know of, Emily face is inches away from a woman most private sexual part. 

Watching this makes me wish that I could be Emily or Sharon. How exciting to remove a ladies panties. How exciting to have your spouse watch as your face is only inches away from the forbidden private parts. With Emily so close Sharon opens her legs to my wife. Emily's freezes not knowing what to do with Sharon's sex exposed to her.

Emily pauses for a few seconds, knowing her I assume that she is thinking about what she wants to do. Sharon squirms a little in her chair. The delay is killing her. She's a little uncomfortable but excited to have her pussy exposed to anyone who wants to look. She desperately waits for Emily's warm lips to touch her, to give her pleasure. 

Then it happens. Emily slowly moves forward like a robot. Without thinking about it Emily's lips touch Sharon's lips. I watch intently as best as I can. Watching as my wife kisses Sharon's wet lips. My wife's tongue leaves her mouth and touches its first pussy. Sharon pussy is very wet. Sharon moves her hands to Emily's hair and pulls the hair away from my wife's face. Emily breaks her embrace. Slowly she moves back while looking up at her sexy friend.

"I have never been so turned on before in my life." Sharon says. "You better finish me or you will have to keep your husband away from me before I rape him."

"You are on fire. I can feel your heat."

"Yes it was one of the most erotic experiences of my life."

"God, I wish you could do that to me, but I don't know where my panties are!" Emily jokingly says.

You want me to remove your clothes?"

"No, I want your pretty face on my sex."

Never thought that I would hear my wife say something like that. Her talk is exciting and to hear her talk so trashy and sexual. I find her trash talk exciting. She never talks that way. We all laugh at her comment and then started to remember what happened an hour ago. Sharon sits back up and turns towards me. "God, I have never seen, or experienced something as hot as you two. Tonight, you two did things that I only wish would happen to me." 

Quickly I sign the check for our drinks. It's a mad dash to make our way out of the bar. Walking down the hallway these sexy ladies sandwiched me between them. My hands move to the small of their backs as I escort them over elevator. Sharon presses the up button and Emily grabs my up button. The doors open and we walk in. Emily turns around and presses herself into me. She reaches out and pulls Sharon into her. I watch as Sharon lips move towards my wife. 

"I have always wanted to know how a woman kissed." Sharon says.

"Tonight you will do more than kiss." A beat. "You are going to taste me." My wife says to her causing my cock to ach knowing that soon, Sharon will be licking my wife's nectar. "Tonight, I am going to cum on your face." Emily turns and moves closer to Sharon. Slowly and unsurely she moves closer to her lips. Feverously Sharon bites her lower lip then licks them as my wife moves to kiss her. Finally their lips touch. 

They kiss with the most erotic embrace. My hands move to Sharon and I start to pull up her dress exposing her ass. She moans as the cold air touches her exposed parts. Feeling naughty my hands take Emily's and place her palm on Sharon's firm ass. 

Emily is pressing her hard ass into me. My hands move down her side. Slowly I pull up her skirt exposing her intimate parts. Breaking the kiss Sharon looks up and smiles at me. Like a kid in a candy store she grins with a wide smile. Painfully slow I watch as she moves down my wife's body until her Sharon's face is next to my wife's pussy. It seems to take hours. Emily tries to kiss me as Sharon's takes Emily's lips in her moist mouth. I can feel the pleasure through Emily's body. Sharon takes her clit and starts to work magic with her tongue. 

The doors to the elevator open but Emily tries to keep Sharon between her legs. Tapping on my wife on the shoulder and say, "Honey, she can continue once we get into our room." Sharon starts up and Emily turns around. Her face has a possessed look desperately she wants to cum and I believe that she would do anything to reach her orgasm.

"I want her to make me cum."

"In time my love she will, but first we have to go to our room." I tell her.

They break their embrace and leave the elevator. It seems to take hours to find our hotel room. Tonight I will be watching my wife make love to a woman, her first woman. Knowing that I am going to watch is extremely exciting. Earlier I learned that she wanted to expand our relationship and I had no clue what that meant. Who knows where and when our journey would end. But for now I am game to play.

Now it hits me, our relationship is about to change. But this does not stop me, nor do I think about this after our hotel door opens. The ladies walk in as I hold the door for them. It's been a long night and I desperately need to use the rest room. There is no way that I want to miss anything, but nature demands my attention.

As I return I notice how hot the room is and a beautiful sight greets my eyes view. Emily is lying on the bed embracing the now topless Sharon. In fact both girls are only in their panties. The two sexy creatures cuddle and caressed each other and I had a front row seat. 

For what feels like hours I watch the two ladies caress and kiss. Slowly their passion starts to build as they allow me to watch, or maybe they forgot about me. Either way I feel extremely lucky to watch them pleasure themselves. Then the ladies notice me.

Emily looks at me and gives me a little smile. She takes Sharon's lips and spreads them with her tongue. I watch in amazement as my wife aggressively kisses this sexy woman. Sharon hands start to roam over my wife's body. Slowly her hands make it to the small of Emily's back. Sharon pulls on her panties, and from my angle I can see camel toes. She applies a little pressure on her clit with her panties. 

Emily starts to make love to Sharon's thigh. I watch as she presses her sex tight against Sharon's tight thigh. She moves her body to make love to her, but still these sexy ladies kiss with passion. Emily takes the lead, knowing her as I do; she wants to tease her friend.

Before tonight I thought that the wildest thing we would ever experience is when we installed mirrors in our bedroom. However, this is way more erotic to watch your loved one making love to a stranger. The look on her face excites me with how flush and excited Emily is.

Sharon reaches out for Emily and pushes her flat on the bed. Emily turns submissive and closes her eyes as her friend takes control. Sharon's hands move down to my wife's body. I watch as Sharon's finger touch my wife private intimate parts where her panties use to be. Emily is fully into this as she accepts her new friend. Sharon takes her wet finger and moves her fingertips to Sharon's clit. 

Slowly the orgasm builds in Emily's body. Surprisingly there are no jealous feelings, in fact I just feel lucky to watch this unique experience to watch her in this heighten sexual state. Emily's hips move and rotate involuntary as her friend pleasures her. Sharon and I watch my wife in this state both wanting almost demanding that she orgasm for us.

Emily's orgasm takes hold of her body. With one volt her long torso pushes off the bed as the pleasure caesuras rip through her sexy body. It's powerful enough to raise the little hairs on my neck. 

Sharon turns and our eyes meet. An evil grin forms on her lips. "You had him earlier and now I am going to take your husband while you watch."

Emily still lost in pleasure land just agrees with out opening her eyes. Having Sharon say something like that stirs my all ready rock hard cock. Emily has just given me permission to take this sexy creature. 

"Come here and put that hard love tool in me." She demands. "Let me milk you while your wife watches."

Like a kid at Christmas I move over to her. Having shed my clothes hours ago I move on the bed next to her. As I move on the bed she reaches out and hold me, guiding me towards her. Sharon pulls me on top of her. I feel my cock slide between her wet lips. With her left hand she reaches down and places me at her entrance. Emily's eyes open as I slide in Sharon. This is the first time I have been in a woman since I meet Emily. Now I'm enjoying this sexy woman with a hot body right in front of my wife.

Emily snuggles up next to Sharon. Her hand touches runs up and down her body. "Do you like my husbands cock?"

"Thank you for sharing." She moans as I slide deeper in her. 

My wife's hands move on my body. I always enjoy her sensual touch. 

"Doesn't she have a sexy body? How does she feel?" Emily asks.

"She's very tight."

"Don't you love her lips, look at how full they are."

"Very nice, did you like kissing her?"

"Yes, she is a great kisser."

I keep up the pace as we talk. Kind of strange to be with someone while your wife is there watch, and talking to you. Emily's hands move between Sharon's body and mine. The touch of a woman is erotic and to watch a woman touch a woman is special. I watch as Emily teases Sharon's nipples. How her body response to Emily's touch heightens my arousal. Trying my best to fight it, but my body is over loaded with pleasure.

Emily senses my state, "Cum in her."

"Oh god yes, cum in me." Sharon demands.

My body tenses as that feeling takes control of my body and I explode deep in Sharon's pussy. 

We all lay there a few minutes to catch our breath. I am on one end while Emily is at the other. To be honest I'm a little worried about how Emily feels. Is she upset, or is she happy. Strangely but its comfortable and we all fall asleep.



New Orleans in the Fall



Ah, New Orleans.

It's a late anniversary trip, but some much needed time away from it all; but not away from each other.

The day starts out with walking you around the town, showing you everything I've seen a dozen times this week.

"Do girls really flash their tits?" you ask me quietly as we walk down Bourbon Street.

"Yeah, some do," I laugh in reply. And you just get a sly smile on your face.

After walking around for a while and grabbing dinner, we head back to the room for the night. We each take a shower, and then climb into bed. It's been a long day already.

The next day is Saturday. We spend most of the morning walking around. After lunch we stop at a bar and order the local special Hand Grenade. After listening to some jazz and finishing our drinks, we walk back to the hotel.

Once we get back you head to the bathroom and I kick off my shoes and lay on the bed. When you come out a few minutes later, you're completely naked.

You climb up onto the bed and crawl over to me, kiss me hard on the mouth. Your tongue dances with mine as you unbuckle my belt, and undo my pants. Then you slide my shirt up, which I quickly discard to the floor.

You kiss your way down my chest, licking and sucking both nipples. I glance down and see your hand is between your legs, rubbing your pussy, getting wetter by the second. And then you finally slide your talented mouth around my cock, sucking me to my full hardness.

As much as I enjoy your tongue and mouth, I pull you off, pull you down to the bed and put you on your back. I slide my hand between your luscious thighs and check to see if you're ready for me. And you are more than ready. I slide my cock into you as you pinch your nipples. But I pull your hands away and pin your wrists above your head.

I start fucking you slow, but quickly pick up pace. You're so wet I slide in and out very easily. It doesn't take much before I see your skin start to flush, knowing your orgasm is building. So I fuck you faster, slamming the base of my cock into your clit, hard and fast.

You reward me by calling out my name and tightening your legs around me. I can't take anymore and I explode, my cum emptying deep inside of you.

I collapse on top of you, lick and bite your nipples a few times. Then I gave you a slow, deep kiss and roll off. Both of us are pretty sleepy.

I awake a little while later, your hand stroking my cock, getting me hard again. You kiss and bite my neck a little, then move down and take my nipple in your mouth. And if your hand didn't already have me hard, that would make me harder.

You release me and swing one leg over me until you're straddling me. You grab my cock and rub it on your clit, through your slit, and back again. Then you take my cock and slap it against your clit, making little, wet slapping noises.

Then you slide down quick, taking me all in at once. You just rock back and forth, grinding your clit against me as you pinch your nipples. I push on the spot above your clit, pushing your g-spot back so my cock hits it just right.

You whimper a little, and I can feel your pussy squeeze me as you cum.

After you're done, you lean forward with hands on each side of my head, and just slowly stroke my cock in and out of your pussy. I doesn't take much, as you are so wet, that I'm cumming hard inside of you. You feel it and stop at the top of your stroke, so I'm barely inside of you. And when I finally stop cumming, you slide up and let my cum drip down, back onto my cock. The sensation is pretty amazing, and even better when you smile devilishly and slide down my body. You look me in the eye, stick your tongue, and start licking.

After you're done licking me clean, we each take a shower to head back into the town for dinner.

You have on a very loose, flowy skirt. And you also dress in that low cut, pink shirt that you have. And looking a second time, I can see your nipples hard against your shirt.

"You're not wearing a bra?!" I ask.

You just laugh and reply, "When in Rome, right?"

I just smile and shake my head as we head out of the hotel and onto the street.

We go and grab dinner, after which we head over to Pat O'Brien's for a hurricane. After one of those, we're both feeling pretty good, so we start walking back down Bourbon Street. You take my hand and place it on your butt as we walk. I kind of massage your ass as we go, and I can't feel any underwear lines. My cock twitches a little.

Then you grab my hand and pull me into one of the sex shops. Kind of surprised you went straight for Hustler, one of the harder stores on the street. But you just smile and walk on through. You walk away from me, almost like you know what you're looking for. I kind of browse the movies, losing track of you.

After a few minutes, you find me, smile and take my hand to lead me back outside.

We head back up the street to the Blacksmith Bar. It's a bit of a walk, but you just keep smiling. You've got something planned and it's driving me crazy.

Once we're at the bar we get right to a table and order a drink. After a few minutes of listening to the music, you lean over to me, lick and nibble my ear.

Then you whisper, "I'm not wearing any underwear. My cunt is so wet for you."

I shudder a little, your hot breath in my ear making my cock hard again. And to make me even harder, you prove it by taking my hand, setting it on your leg, and slowly guiding it up until I can feel the heat and wetness from your pussy.

"We need to get out of here," I tell you. "I need you right now."

You just nod and we head toward the door, working our way back down the street to our hotel. But on the way, there are some girls up ahead, adjusting their shirts and picking up beads. That's when I see the full naughtiness in your eyes.

As we continue to walk up to where the girls just were, I see you reach up and pull your shirt down. My jaw drops as your tits pop out, people cheering, whistling and clapping. But showing your tits isn't the only reason: you've put nipple clamps on, a little chain connecting them. I'm astonished, to say the least. You pick up the beads you've been gifted, and we head back to the hotel.

Once we get in the elevator, I push you against the wall, facing forward. I lift your skirt and give your bare ass a good smack. It echoes through the elevator. But we're soon at our floor, and then our room.

We're barely in the door before you start kissing me, shoving your tongue in my mouth, all while trying to take my shirt off. I kick my shoes off as you finally break the kiss, remove my shirt, and kneel down to start undoing my pants. You get my belt first, then the button and zipper, almost all in one fluid motion. As soon as my pants are down, my hard cock bounces free. You slowly start to jerk me off, but I stop you as you're wearing too many clothes, and need a little punishment for being so naughty.

I stand you up; kiss you hard on the mouth. Then I pull your shirt over your head, your breasts catching on the fabric and bouncing as soon as they are released. I kiss my way down your neck, to your tits, then your stomach. I stop at the edge of your skirt kissing along the edge, then pulling it down a little at a time, causing you to moan. Then I reach up and grab the chain for your clamps, giving it a light pull. There's a sharp sound of air as it enters your mouth, partly caused by pain, and partly by pleasure. I pull your skirt down, and then push your legs apart so I can lick your clit.

As soon as my tongue touches you, your knees start to quiver. You grab my head and hold me in place, rubbing yourself all over my tongue. But this is pleasure, not punishment.

I pull your skirt the rest of the way off, and I stand up. I grab the chain and pull out, causing your nipples to stretch. You bite back a scream.

"You were a naughty little slut out there, weren't you?" I ask.

"Yes," you moan.

"Did it make your pussy wet flashing your tits to people?"

"Yes!"

I bend over and bite your nipples and tits, causing you to moan.

"But these are mine, aren't they?"

"Yes! I'm your naughty little slut!"

"And what happens when you're naughty?" I ask. Then I smack your ass, making you jump a little and bite your lip.

"Mmmm. You handle me."

I push you up against the wall, my hand slides down between your legs, fingers entering you. My other hand holds your wrists together, arms against the wall. And I kiss you hard, tongues intertwining. Then I bite your lip lightly, go back to kissing you. You respond by sucking my tongue.

I pull you around and push you down to the bed. You lay there, not knowing what to expect.

I start by kissing your neck, my fingers still inside of you. Then work my way down to your hard nipples, still in the clamps. I lick them, bite them, making you moan loudly. Kiss my way down your stomach, to your mound. But I stop there, taking my fingers out of you. You moan in frustration.

"Not yet," I say. "You don't get to cum yet. What will your punishment be?"

"Make me suck your cock. Please, I need your cock in my mouth!" you seem to beg.

"That seems like a good start."

You slide to the edge of the bed, your head hanging over. I take one of your hands and make you finger your pussy, causing you to moan. Your other hand grabs my hard cock.

You stick your tongue out, getting the head nice and wet. Then your hand slides to my balls as I slide my cock between your lips. Your mouth feels so good. I slide myself all the way down, you opening your mouth to take me deeper, practically gagging. Your tongue slides out and you start licking my balls.

As I slowly fuck your mouth, your hand moves faster between your legs. I pull the chain to the clamps, causing you to gasp, and your hand slides away. I lightly smack your clit.

"You don't get to cum yet. I've got something special in mind." You start sucking me harder from the excitement. But I'm not done with you yet.

I pull my cock out of your mouth, your saliva sticking to it, nice and shiny. I slide down a little, and you know what I like. Your tongue reaches out, licking my balls one at a time. Then you lightly suck them. I let you do this for a couple minutes while I massage your tits and play with your nipples.

I slide forward some more, and your tongue drags farther back, until you hit all the way back. It feels like electricity, your tongue on my hole.

"Oh, my god!" I moan. "Please, keep doing that. Stroke my cock."

You oblige, and I return the favor by sliding my fingers into your pussy again, and pulling at your nipples.

After a few minutes of licking me, I have to stop you. It feels a little too good, and I haven't even fucked you yet.

"Stand up," I command. "Go stand by the window."

I reach into my bag for something, and you give me a confused look, standing there.

"I said stand by the window," I command. My hand lands a rather hard smack across your ass. You jump from the impact.

I reach around and pull the clamps off, giving you some relief. Your nipples stay hard. But I have a surprise: the handcuffs.

I pull your arms behind your back, hold your wrists, and cuff you.

"Now," I say, "is when you show me what kind of slut you can be." I pull aside the curtain covering the window. Our view is of three other towers of the hotel. 

I grab the cuffs in the middle, pushing you forward. I grab your hair with my other hand, pulling your head back. 

I push you against the window, your hard nipples against the cool glass. I let go of the cuffs, reach down and start spanking you, alternating cheeks. You let out little whimpers and moans.

"Your tits are for my eyes and my eyes only, unless I choose to do otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you reply. I smack your ass, hard.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. Now, let's see how wet you are."

I reach down and slide my fingers into your pussy. They come away shiny and dripping.

I slide my cock into you from behind. I'm so hard and you're so wet, there's no resistance. I grab the cuffs again, you tilt your head back, tits still up against the glass.

As I fuck you, slapping against your ass, you look out. "There's somebody watching us," you say.

I lean closer. "Good. I know it turns you on," I whisper.

Our pace quickens as you look out the window at our audience of one. You bouncing back on me as hard as I'm bouncing into you. Your pussy starts gripping my cock tight.

"I'm going to cum!" you scream. And you do, I can feel it on my balls.

The sensation of your squeezing pussy and how slick everything is has me to the point of cumming.

You push me back, slide off of me. Then you do the latch on the cuffs and your hands are freed. You get down on your knees and start stroking my cock, looking out the window at our voyeur. I cum the hardest I've cum all weekend, all over your gorgeous tits.

We're both panting, coming down from our orgasms. You massage my cum into your tits a little, then blow a kiss to our voyeur, who stands there in shock.

I close the curtain and we collapse on the bed.

The last thing we whisper, "I love you." And we both fall into a peaceful sleep.



New Orleans Night



The night air was humid, but of course, it was always humid in New Orleans. The girl walked along the streets of the French Quarter often. She felt at peace there strolling along among the carefree characters of the night.

She walks along unfrightened and content. A mysterious stranger sees her saunter by and is instantly intrigued. Her long flowing red hair is radiant and smells of flowers. He steps out of the shadows and starts to follow her at a distance. The girl is startled that is following her, but finds herself excited by him. The man is dark skinned with long black hair. He is stunning. He looks to be in his middle 20's and is wearing a black suit with a velvet cape flowing behind him. He is carrying a silver pommeled cane.

The girl is unexpectedly excited by the stranger's interest. She becomes aroused and walks slower sticking out her breasts and lifting up her head. She turns her head slightly to find the stranger gone. Where did he go? She thought a little disappointed. She looks back for three blocks hoping to see the gorgeous stranger again, that somehow he'd be following me. But no, the dark stranger was gone. The girl lowered her head, pouting a bit, and continued to walk her normal path.

When she reaches the courtyard in front of St. Louis Cathedral, she sits on her usual bench and revels in the charm of the city. Suddenly she sees the man a half block away, leaning against a lamppost, looking at her through a dark pair of sunglasses. She can't see his eyes of course, but she can feel their power and feels herself slipping into their spell. He seems to be drawing her to him, calling her. 

Obeying him, the girl gets up and walks toward him. The girl walks past him, her elbow just barely grazing his arm. She feels his electricity bounce from his body to hers. The stranger's hunger radiates toward her. He starts to follow her closer and closer. The girl smiles and feels and unexplainable pleasure at the sound of his footsteps behind her, and becomes very aroused by their quickening pace. I must get my prey alone. There are too many people around. 

He quickens his pace. Somehow the girl hears his thoughts, his voice echoes through her brain. She turns the corner into a narrow, isolated street. He follows her closely. He spots a darkened alley up ahead, and steers her toward it with his power. The need for her blood is almost overwhelming. He almost takes her right there, but restrains himself.

The girl enters the alley. The stranger a still few feet behind her, but she can feel his body. His prescence is intoxicating and the girl feels drunk. He follows her into the alley and sees her standing there. Her chest is heaving in anticipation. He moves up to her, breathing in her scent. He is completely overwhelmed by the scent of the life flowing inside her. He moves up to her, slightly brushing her dress. Her body tenses and he eases her by stroking her hair. She loves his hands, so soft and gentle. He softly licks her neck, feeling the veins pump sweet blood through her body. He runs his hands over her. He needs her and turns her to face him. 

His fangs emerge from the top of his mouth and he shows her what he really is. She tenses in fear, but the vampire continues to lick her neck and jaw line lightly. The girl looks at him. As if in a trance, she traces his jaw line with her finger, her eyes never leaving his gaze. My finger reaches your now parted lips, and I gently rub them. I am drunk with excitement and anticipation. He lets her touch and feel his extended fangs, then he wraps his hand in her hair pulling her head to one side. 

He lowers his mouth towards her neck. He wants to savor this moment for as long as possible. He licks her neck with his long tongue, and lightly graze her with his teeth. She slightly shudders as she feels his fangs, her heart is beating faster. The girl knows that the vampire wants her completely. She is surprised to find herself excited. She wants to give herself to him. She wants him to have her as much as he wants her blood.

He feels her need and complies with it. He slides his free hand along her body feeling her supple body beneath her dress. He slowly slides the straps of her dress off her shoulder one at a time. Then pushes her dress down lower till her breasts are revealed. Suddenly, the vampire senses someone at the end of the alley and covers the girl with his cape. The warmth of the cape puts the girl at ease. The vampires long hair brushes against her cheek. The girl can feel its softness and smell its perfume. Her heart is now beating furiously. It is beating hard enough for both of them. 

When all is safe again, the vampire releases her but still keeps her close, not allowing anyone to enter their own private world. She likes his touch. Her body is relaxed now, and instead of danger, she feels safe and protected. The girl knows that the vampire will not hurt her. They are isolated from the universe. She is his now, completely. The vampire senses that the girl's resolve has disappeared. He lowers his fangs to her neck. I must have a small taste to satisfy the beast within me, the vampire thinks. He slowly bites her neck, just taking a little right now. The girl's sweet blood runs over his lips and tongue. The feeling is so glorious he has to force himself not to drain her. 

He reluctantly disengages himself from her, checking to see if she is still with him. Seeing that she is, the vampire takes off his cape and spreads it on the ground and lowers the onto it. The girl lies on his cape, feeling the soft velvet against her skin, longing for his touch again. The vampire's fangs felt painfully beautiful inside her. She longs to feel their wonderful sting on her neck again. She looks into his sunglasses, hoping to get a glimpse of his eyes, but knowing the power of them would overwhelm her completely. The vampire slowly lowers his sunglasses away from his face. He has his eyes closed. He slowly opens them. The girl sees that they are not human at all, but completely blood red with no pupil. He stares into her eyes hoping that she won't turn away like so many others have.

But the girl can't turn away from him. His eyes cause her to experience an unbelievable sensation, almost orgasmic, but much more powerful and explosive. She is drawn further into him and she has blocked out everything around them. She hears, sees, feels, and smells nothing but him.

The vampire is surprised that the girl doesn't scream in terror at the sight of his fangs and wonders "Have I finally found my mate after so many centuries of looking." He slowly unbuttons his suit jacket and takes it off. The girl moves her hand to his chest and feels the coldness of his silk shirt. She runs her fingers to his neck and notices that his skin is also cold. She places her hands in his long thick hair, and gently runs her thumbs over the vampire's eyelids. He blinks in surprise and the girl lifts her head and kisses both of the vampire's eye lids. 

"Is she the one? I want her to be the one." He ponders over whether or not to make her like him.

He runs his cold hands over her chest, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He gingerly removes her clothes the rest of the way, gazing at her beauty.

The girl watches as the vampire disrobes her. She is in awe at the way he moves, fluid-like, like in a dream. She watches him looking at her body and an overwhelming urge to kiss his lips takes her. She raises her head once more, kissing him, her warm lips press against his cold ones. She slightly parts his lips with her tongue and caresses his fangs lovingly. 

The vampire becomes enflamed by the girl's heat. He opens his mouth more to allow greater access. Still kissing her, he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He presses his cold chest to her hot body and begins to caress the girl's body, his hands roam all over her, exploring everywhere. He slightly squeezes her breasts, watching your heaving chest and the girl grimace with pleasure has awakened something long thought dormant inside him. This lovely creature is beginning to cast a spell over me. 

The girl hears his voice in her head, and responds with her hands. She lightly rubs his chest, her touch drives him mad with pleasure, and takes her hand in hers. She places their hand over on her chest over her heart and the vampire feels her heart beating. It I pounding hard and fast. The pulsing of her life overtakes his body and he feels a phantom heart beating inside his own chest. 

What is this lovely creature that consumes me so? I have to make her my Bride. The vampire decides instantly to embrace her into his world, to make her a vampire. He slowly licks down her body, going over her breasts, her stomach. He lowers his mouth to her inner thigh and bites deeply but not taking too much, not yet. He wants her to feel every exquisite moment. 

The girl is in complete ecstasy. No man has ever made her feel like he does. His light sucking makes her body tremble in pleasure, his bite is beautiful and loving, not evil and cruel. She presses on his head lightly not wanting the pleasure to end. The vampire reluctantly stops feeding. He wants this to last forever. He stands slowly and starts to remove his black silk slacks. 

I want us to be together in every way possible. I need to feel your warmth around me, it has been so lonely in the dark, I want to share it with someone. The girl watches him undress and quietly smiles at the sight of his body. Her body is on fire, almost completely nude now, she lifts her hands up to him. Come back to me my love. I need your body next to mine. I want to be yours. Forever. Hearing her thoughts in his mind, the vampire is surprised. He slowly smiles as he realizes the connotation of this. We are destined to be together forever. 

He is becoming excited with desire. I thought that that part of me was dead. I want to make the most of this moment, as I might never have another chance. Then he realizes that with her, he would never have to worry about that again. He lays down beside the girl. His skin doesn't feel as cold against hers, her warmth is overtaking his coldness. Her hands are slowly massaging his back and chest. She can't wait any longer to have him inside her. 

She slowly spreads herself to him, hoping he's heard her thoughts. The vampire moves over her and begins to slowly rub her sweetness. He hasn't felt something so good in a long time. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushes himself into her warmth. He is overcome with glorious ecstasy. The girl gasps and closes her eyes. She can feel all of him inside her. His gentle thrusts tingles her body with excitement. 

His touch has encompassed every part of her body, every cell of her existence. She caresses his body and runs her hands through his hair and pulls his head toward her neck. The vampire feels every thrust of the girls hips as they meet his. He starts to push deeper and slightly faster inside her. He concedes to her every desire. He lowers his mouth to her neck, preparing for the ultimate pleasure. 

He opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into her as deep as they can go. The vampire senses that she doesn't want him to stop, so as he thrusts into her deeper, he also drinks deeply of her, feeling the taste and warmth of her blood pulsing into his mouth. The girl becomes disconnected from her body. She is heavy with desire and the vampire has taken her to a magical place. She is sent into powerful convulsions and extreme pleasure. The vampire has captured her pure essence and soul, and in a few short seconds, the two creatures have become one.

They are of the same blood and desire. The vampire feels her approach to ecstasy and is driven there himself. He feels that she is close to death and removes his fangs from her supple neck. Sitting up slightly, he whispers "If you want to be with me forever then you must drink of me also. Do you understand?" 

The girl nods and says, "Yes, my love I want to be with you forever. I want us to be one." The girl kisses his warm bloodstained lips, tasting her sweet blood on them. "Please, help me, teach me, I want to drink and taste you." The vampire takes his wrist and runs his finger over it. A deep cut appears, and blood flows from it. "Please drink my love and be with me forever."

Seeing the blood, their blood, the girl eagerly licks her lips with anticipation. She licks up the flowing blood and swallows, tasting their sweetness. Smiling the vampire nods telling the girl to continue. She kisses his wrist and slowly begins to suck. The blood intoxicates her. Again she is disconnected. The girl feels the vampire's blood coursing through her veins.

"Be one with the blood for you are of the blood now." The vampire slowly takes his wrist away and licks it clean. The wound closes by itself. He lays against her feeling her heart beating slower and slower. He wants to be with her during the change. The vampire's body now warm lays beside the girl. 

She is tired and sleepy. She knows that death is coming, and instead of frightened, she feels loved and protected. The girl looks at the vampire for the last time through mortal eyes and quietly closes her settles herself to feel the life run out of her. "Don't worry it will soon pass. We will be together soon my love. I will stay with you until you come back to me."

The girl hears the words, and trusts that she will soon be with him. Suddenly, the cells of her body tighten and pain overwhelms her. She contracts in agony and for a few moments, she is in horrible pain.

But in an instant her body relaxes and she is at peace again. The girl feels exhilarated, yet still tired. Her stomach contracts violently, and the girl winces in pain again. She opens her eyes and sees the vampire looking down on her. She now sees the vampire's true self for the first time. 

"Don't be frightened. It's just me. That pain inside you is your hunger approaching. You must learn to control it. Don't let it rule you. Come, it will be light in a couple of hours. Let us get you something to eat," he says. Her clothes are in tatters, so the vampire wraps the girl lovingly in his cape until he can find her some suitable attire.

The girl tightens the cape around her, feeling the soft velvet in a different way. All her senses are heightened and sharper. She is more alert and smiles. The vampire is a beautiful creature. She will be happy with him for all eternity. "Teach me everything," she says in a soft voice. Her mate responds smiling, "I have forever to teach you what I know." 

He takes out a small mirror and opens it for her. The girl looks at her beautiful, radiant self. Her eyes are now the same color as her hair. He also gives her a beautiful pair of sunglasses and kisses her deeply and passionately.

They move apart and the girl looks into her eyes. She feels safe once again and takes his hand. She can feel their veins touching. She is in every cell of his body, and he is in all of hers. She points him in the direction of the street and says, "Shall we go. The sun comes soon." 

"Yes we shall." The two soul mates stroll onto the street, hungrily waiting to attack life together forever.



New Orleans Night



New Orleans was hot, humid and steamy as it usually was this time of year, and the whole city seemed to ooze sex. The pretty wrought iron and historic buildings of the French quarter seemed like the setting for some great, romantic love story with beautiful women in silk gowns and gentlemen speaking lustily in French. Sophie walked quickly past the noisy bars, and the drunken couples flashing each other on the street. That stuff just wasn't her scene, even in a new city where no one knew her. She loved to travel to exotic locales and you certainly couldn't get a more exotic American city than New Orleans. Voodoo, slavery, vampires, prostitution, hedonism; it was all an intimate part of the city culture, although something that she preferred to discover in a more intellectual manner. That is why she was on her way to take the evening ghost tour, and satisfy her curiosity. 

When she got to the store-front where the tour started she saw a flamboyant man dressed as a vampire with black suit, top hat, cape, and long green fingernails that he would place on women's necks from behind. The gathered tourists were all pressing forward to be in his tour group, and Sophie was too late to join in. She was assigned to another group with a young tour guide dressed in simple black shirt and pants. He did not have a charismatic draw like the other guide, but was certainly attractive. He was tall, short dark brown hair, muscular physique obvious through his clothes. He smiled at her, and introduced himself. 

"Hi, my name's Phillip. I am sorry you can't be in Rene's group tonight. Everyone wants to take the tour with the self-styled vampire, but I assure you I can tell a good tale myself." 

Sophie smiled at him, and assured him she was not disappointed. She glanced around at her other tour companions; some older couples, families with teenagers, and a few younger couples more interested in each other than the tour itself. She was the only one there alone. 

The group set off, and Phillip certainly had not been boasting with regard to his story-telling ability. He had a low, husky voice that was perfect for relaying the ghostly, ghoulish tales that abounded throughout New Orleans. As they moved from one location to the next, Phillip chatted with her, as all the other tour members were pre-occupied with their own companions. He was friendly and sweet, and she enjoyed the extra interaction. He had dark brown, sexy eyes, and a handsome jaw line. His laugh was boisterous and loud, and made his lips part in a very sensuous way. Sophie felt her pussy becoming warm and moist as they walked along. 

Phillip was really enjoying his work this evening. It was very rare that an attractive single woman would be in his group. And there was no doubt that Sophie was attractive. She was 5 8, with long red hair curling around her shoulders, smooth creamy skin, blue eyes, and a curvy feminine figure. Her cotton sundress had thin straps, and a low neckline, showing off her large, curvaceous breasts, and he was captivated by her cleavage. The skirt of the dress flared out revealing long, firm legs, and he felt his cock begin to harden as he imagined them wrapping around him. 

As the tour came to an end he wondered what he should do. Ask for her number, where she was staying? It seemed too forward. And then he was struck with inspiration. "Thank you everyone for joining me tonight. I hope you all can find your way home safely. If you are too frightened by what you have heard to attempt the journey, you are welcome to join me for a drink." His eyes moved to Sophie as he issued the invitation. 

Sophie blinked as she listened to Phillip end his tour. Was that last comment directed at her, or did her always end his tours this way? She scanned the group and noted that everyone else was heading off, leaving herself and Phillip alone in the street. Phillip smiled at her, and asked her if she would be joining him. Sophie hesitated for a second, and then answered, "Actually, if you wouldn't mind, I would really like to continue the tour. I so enjoyed what you were saying, and the bars are just too noisy and crowded." 

Phillip smiled in appreciation at her compliment. "Great!" he replied. "I have a few stories in mind that are not really suitable for a general tour." 

He took her hand in his and led her down the street. Sophie felt her skin begin to tingle at his touch. His hand was large and strong, and she imagined what it would feel like moving across her body. She felt her nipples harden at the thought, and her pussy begin to throb.

Phillip led her into a small, dark alley with a wrought iron balcony up above. The sound from the street was muffled, and the thick air seemed to press upon them from all sides. He started to tell a lust-filled, sexy ghost story that most definitely did not fit the description of family entertainment. As he spoke he noticed her breathing grow slow and heavy, her breasts rising and falling, straining against the cloth of her dress. His story seemed to be having the desired effect. Her lips were moist and full, slightly parted in invitation. Her eyes were fixed on him, and appeared heavy with desire. Was he imagining it, or did she really want him to kiss her? 

He leaned in close to whisper the bawdy punch line to his story, and got his answer. She smiled and giggled. The tip of her tongue wet her lips, and she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, gently and sweetly. He needed no further encouragement. Phillip took her in his arms and kissed her lips, harder and with passion. Their tongues intertwined, moving in and out of each others mouths. Phillip could feel her nipples hard on his muscular chest. 

Sophie felt his cock pressing against her thigh. Her fingers ran through his hair, and her whole body shivered with desire. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, and she wanted Phillip to touch her all over. For a brief moment her brain urged her to stop this foolishness, she didn't know this man, what on earth was she doing? But her body was determined to give her brain the night off. 

Phillip's left hand slid up her back, entwining in her hair, whilst his right hand moved up her side, caressing her full breast. Her breath caught in her throat as his thumb circled over her tender nipple. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes in pleasure. Phillip brought both hands to her huge boobs, heavy and full, and started to kiss her neck. "Oooohh, Phillip.... Mmmmmm... yes... don't stop..." she whispered, her voice breathy and jagged with lust. 

Phillip felt his cock grow ever bigger, and knew he must have a very obvious erection. He glanced around, and saw a few people on the main street passing by. "My apartment's not far. Governor Nicholls Street" he whispered. 

She managed to nod in agreement, although she really wanted him to continue. Her pussy was so wet and she couldn't wait to feel his hard cock inside her. She had felt it pressing into her, and knew it was impressive. 

They half ran through the streets of the quarter, feeling the city pulse with excitement all around them. Their hot bodies were moist with sweat, and the tension between them was brutal. They came onto the quiet street, and walked up the steps to Phillip's apartment. Phillip held the door for her, and she stepped into a small but neat apartment with a beautiful balcony. The street light coming through the window was enough to see by so Phillip didn't turn on the lights. Sophie stood by the window, looking out across the city. Her lips twitched in anticipation of what was going to transpire between them. 

Phillip was enchanted by her curvy, feminine form silhouetted in the window. She was beautiful, and his body was aching for her. He could not believe his luck in enticing this gorgeous woman back to his bed for the night. He came up behind her and encircled her in his arms. She twisted her head around to meet his, and they kissed, softly at first, but then their desire overtook them again. His lips ran all over her neck and shoulders as his hands cradled her boobs and his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. She moaned again in delight. 

Her hands reached back behind her and started to massage his cock through his pants, thrilled as it grew even harder under her fingertips and she heard Phillip groan. His right hand slipped to the back of her dress and pulled the zip over her skin. He pushed the straps down over her shoulders and her breasts popped free. They were firm and sat high on her chest, yet smooth and silky to the touch. His fingertips moved over her nipples for a few seconds, before siding down over her stomach and pushing her dress onto the floor. She was wearing a pair of pink lacy panties underneath, with just a thin strip of lace running up her firm ass. 

She turned around and put her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, then began unbuttoning his shirt. His hands moved down to her ass and massaged up and down. She started to rock her hips undulating into his cock. He picked her up and carried to the couch, sitting her down on his lap. She lay back in his arms, hot with desire for more of his touch. His lips came down to her boobs and he started to roll the tip of his tongue over her pert nipples. His hand slipped down and started to pull at her underwear. She lifted her hips, allowing him to strip off the pink panties, tossing them into the darkness of the room. His fingers slid back up her firm thighs and ran through her silky pubic hair. Her thighs parted at his touch, and he dipped a finger down to find her pussy hot, wet and waiting for him. His fingers slid easily up and down her pussy lips, eliciting more moans and cries from her. 

Sophie lay there in ecstasy, wondering how she had ended up naked in a man's arms, with his tongue on her tits and his fingers in her pussy. Phillip's fingers slid inside her pussy and she rocked her hips back and forth. His thumb found her hard, swollen clit and began to rub it in time to her hip movements. Her motion became faster, and more desperate, her pussy bucking up and down under his hand. Suddenly, he felt her pussy walls spasm, and her whole body tensed as she climaxed. "Phillip..Phillip! Oh, YES, MMMMM.. Oooohh, Mmmmm.....". It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Her whole body shivered, and she felt tingles of electricity coursing through her muscles and tendons. This man was incredible. 

Phillip groaned in lust as she sat up next to him on the couch. Her hands went to his pants, fumbling to undo the button and fly, ripping them off his legs. Her boobs bounced up and down with the activity, and his cock jumped as he watched them swaying in front of him. She knelt down in between his knees, and leaned forward taking his throbbing cock in between her beautiful boobs. The tip of his cock poked through her cleavage, and she extended her tongue out to touch it. He gasped as he felt her moist, velvet tongue on his cock for the first time. She pressed her tits together and rubbed them up and down around the shaft of his cock, her tongue licking at the tip. He groaned, and begged her to suck him harder. 

Sophie circled his cock with her lips, and sucked hard for a few seconds before beginning to glide up and down the length of his shaft. Her left hand massaged his balls whilst her right kept a firm grip on the base of his cock. He gasped and groaned as she worked, the muscles in his buttocks and thighs clenching. His hips began to jerk a little as he felt his balls swelling with cum. There was no way he could hold back, and he cried out in ecstasy as his cum exploded into her mouth. She sucked him harder and massaged his balls, squeezing every last drop of cum she could out of him. He panted for breath, sweat rolling down his brow. 

Sophie felt drops of pussy juice rolling down her thighs. She sat back on her heels, looking deep into his eyes, and whispered the words that every man wants to hear. "Fuck me, Phillip. I want your huge, hard cock inside me, I want you to make me come again and again!" 

Phillip wanted to fuck her, wanted to slam his cock into her tight pussy over and over, but he wasn't up to it yet. He pulled her back onto the couch and then slipped down into place between her thighs. 

Sophie thrilled at the thought of his tongue going where his fingertips had been just before.

Phillip slid his large hands up over her thighs, pushing them apart. He could see her pussy glistening, and smell its hot, sweet scent. He leaned in closer and she felt him exhale his hot breath on her thighs and groin. 

She gasped a little, and then gasped louder as his tongue traced up and down her outer lips. Lazily his thick tongue moved up and down, slowly making inroads into her inner pussy lips with each stroke. It felt heavenly, and she moaned in appreciation. His tongue finally settled on her budding clit and he sucked gently on it. She panted and moaned, throwing her head back as he fucked her with his tongue. She pulled her knees up, giving him even better access to her dripping pussy. He reached his hands up and started massaging her gorgeous tits again, excited by how big they felt in his hands. His cock was growing hard again, as she climbed to the heights of another orgasm under his tongue. "Oh Phillip, please!" she begged. "Don't make me wait any longer! I want you deep in my pussy now!" 

Phillip rolled onto the couch and positioned her beneath him. He angled his cock between her hips, and pushed into her pussy, just like they had both been waiting for all evening. Sophie wrapped her legs around his waist, and rocked her hips in response to his rhythm. He kissed her hard, and his tongue matched the movements of his cock. He felt her tits pressed into his chest, her nipples hard and responsive. Her pussy was so hot and tight around his cock, so wet and slippery. It was the best fuck he had ever had. Their cries of pleasure mingled together, as they urged each other on, driven by pure lust. 

Phillip sensed that Sophie was coming close to orgasm again. Her eyes were clenched shut and her whole body began to tense. Her cries of "Fuck me harder, NOW!" confirmed it. He thrust as hard as he could, and felt the waves of cum stream out of him. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, and he felt her pussy throbbing in return. They lay there in each others arms, kissing softly as their breathing slowed, and his cock eventually slipped out of her pussy. 

Sophie released a long sigh, and smiled at Phillip. "That was definitely the best and most thorough city tour I have ever taken" she said. 

Phillip laughed. "And that is definitely the best gratuity I have ever been given" he replied.



New Orleans Nights



Chapter 1

It was a hot muggy night. Typical for New Orleans. You could hear jazz coming out into the streets from almost from every street corner. Everywhere you looked, you saw couples walking arm in arm. Larger groups of men or women were running around laughing or calling to other groups trying to gain some attention.

No where could be found in the French Quarters that you could be alone, for long, this summer night. Even if you did come to the Quarter alone, in no time at all, you would be picked up by some group . Forgetting why you came alone.

Kay had been in New Orleans for couple of days now. She had come here to try to regroup after her divorce. She had always wanted to come here. Now that she didn't have to answer to anyone, she came here on the spur of the moment with no plans on what she was going to do when she get here.

Kay had explored the French Quarter some the day before, but left before it got dark. Kay was not sure whether or not she wanted to be there at night alone.

The day before she had picked up some pamphlets on some walking tours that she could only go on after dark. What could go on after dark? What would happen on one of these tours? She would be in a well organized group. No one would bother her with a group of people. Their organizers couldn't allow anything to happen because of the effect it would have on their business for a long time to come.

Tonight she was on a haunted tour that would take her to see some of the haunted places in town. It would also take her through one of cemeteries in town. Kay was looking forward to this. Now she was going to see some of the places she had only read about in the novels that had been her only outlet for the past thirteen years. She would be able to be a part of the night life she had seen on T.V. and still be safe.

She had made up her mind to stay on the outside edge of the tour group so she would not intrude on any of the groups or couples that she was walking with.

Kay was really enjoying herself by the end of the tour. She had heard a lot of great stories. Everyone had tried to include her in things that were happening. She was not allowed to feel like a fifth wheel.

The tour was winding down now that it was close to midnight. It hadn't seemed that late. She really had fun. The first in a long time. Everything had ended after walking outside the cemetery in the center of town. A bar stood across the walkway.

As the tour started going their own way to see what more could be found on their own, Kay was invited to join a few couples she had meet. They were going over to the bar that the tour had ended at. Kay told them to go ahead and she would catch up with them in a few minutes.

She had seen a few crypts that had peeked her interest. One in particular had caused a strange feeling to go thru her. She had not had time to try to figure out why earlier. Now she had to go back and try to find out why.

Standing in front of the crypt, she had the same feeling. Nothing about it struck her as familiar. The name on the front didn't ring a bell either. All it said was Callaway....

Chapter 2

He had seen her walk past during the tour she was with. Tours were no big thing. He had at least three come by every night. Nothing had stirred him like she had tonight.

Mark had to find out why. It had been at least seventy five years since he had felt anything like this. It was fifty years before that. One hundred and fifty years had passed since he seen the light of day.

It was easy to pinpoint where the feeling had come from. When he had seen Kay, he knew he needed to know more about her. Mark reached out to Kay with his mind, putting the desire in her to return to the cemetery alone. He guided her to the front of his crypt so it would be easier to get a feel about her. He had to know why she was able to wake him now when no one else had been able to stir him so completely.

The feeling came to him again. She was here. Mark kept himself hidden in the shadows until he felt it was right to let himself be known.

Standing in front of the Callaway crypt, she kept wondering why this one. This was not something she would do normally. This was crazy, to come into a cemetery after midnight, especially in a city she knew nothing about.

After another few minutes she shook herself out of the trance she was in. This was crazy she told herself again. When she turned away, she nicked her arm on one of the corner stones. A drop of blood was left, just enough for what he needed.

As Kay walked away, a pang of loneliness struck Mark. He knew it was not time yet.

When he knew it was safe, he stepped out of the shadows and walked over to where Kay had nicked her arm. There he found what he wanted. Blood. Collecting it on his finger, he brought it up to his nose before taking it to his lips. She smelled so sweet to him. Like a chocolate cake his cook made him when he was still alive.

This drop of blood was more than he needed to make his connection to her stronger. Now he could go into her mind with a lot more ease. He could plant suggestions there that he wished. He would also be able to find out more about her before he made her his.

The first thing he left in her mind was the desire to return to the cemetery the following night. The second was to show up dressed more to his liking. He wanted to see her more provocative and in black. He wanted to see the woman that laid hidden within the lady.

Chapter 3

The next morning Kay went to the court house to see if she could find out more about the name on the crypt. She didn't know why it meant so much, but she felt she had to know more.

The last record that had the Callaway name was a wealthy plantation owner that had died one hundred and fifty years ago. His name was Mark Callaway. That was all they could tell her. Most of the records from that time had been lost either in fire or flood. Maybe the library had more.

At the library they had a little more. He had been one of the founding patrons of the city's main library. He had been a gentle soul to everyone in the area and to the workers at his plantation. Even though his family had owned slaves, he did not believe in the institution. When he had taken over the plantation he had freed everyone. He would make sure that families stayed together. He was very well loved. He had not married at the time of his death. 

Yellow fever had hit the city the year he died. He did not come into town much and no one went to the country during this time. By the time the fever past and someone when out to check on him, the plantation had started falling into disrepair. No one was left that could tell the town folk what had happened. They knew that Mark Callaway was not the type to up and leave. All they could do was to declare him dead after a couple of years.

While the town folk looked around the plantation they came across a document on Mark's desk that looked like he had been working on a will before he had disappeared. In it was instructions to keep the plantation up and to make the payment on the family crypt for the next twenty five years. The rest of his money was to stay in the bank to keep drawing interest until his heir came to claim it. The bank would be able to identify the heir by the family crest ring that they would have. 

He had found someone to act as his heir twenty years later. They went to the bank and withdrew money to make the crypt payment for the following thirty years and some extra for further repairs on the plantation. This person the had the bank keep the same arrangements for future generations. After enough time had passed, Mark was able to do some of this himself because no one was left alive that would remember him. He would make arrangements to meet the bank president after hours to do his banking. If things had to be done during the day light, Mark had his assistant take care of this.

Mark had gone into a deep sleep inside the crypt the past forty years. He was still aware of what was going on in the outside world but chose not to be apart of it. It hurt him to see what the world was like now. He had also had his heart broken fifty years ago. The last woman that had caught his interest had died in a car accident. He just did not want to go through that kind of pain anymore.

So he had slept until Kay had showed up. He had felt something special in her. Now that he could find thing out easier he could prepare himself if their was any possibility of heartache. So far he knew that she had a good heart in her and cared for others before herself. She was heart sore from something in her past. He needed to find out why.

It was a few hours before he could go leave the crypt. He would take this time to find out more about Kay. She was in her early thirties and had been married before. Her husband did not take care of her. She was left to take care of everything for him and his family. All he seemed to do was take what they were to live on and give it to his first wife. He even took her money and gave it to his family. He had even let his first wife move into Kay's home causing her to be confined to her bedroom while she was home. Kay did meet someone else and have an affair for a short while. That the first step of her getting enough courage to leave and try it on her own. She did not seem the type to do well on her own though.

In all that Mark had seen, he felt compassion for her. She had been thru so much. She needed to find someone to take care of her. He wanted to do that for her. Kay was like the women in his time. Very agreeable and gentle, but she had a passion that had not been tapped as of yet. He wanted to be the one to do that. He had a few ideas on how to bring her out of herself.

Chapter 4

Kay had done quiet a bit of research during the day. She had returned to her room when all of a sudden she needed to lay down. She shouldn't be that tired because all she hadn't done anything but read all day . She felt like she needed a nap before she went out to get herself something to eat.

Now that she was asleep he should have an easier time reading her mind. He saw everything she had gone thru the past few years. Rage went thru him at what he ex-husband had put her thru. He needed to calm that emotion so he would not pass it on to her. She needed peace and self-confidence. He gave her this feeling in her dreams.

Kay woke up just as the sun was setting. She felt so refreshed that she made up her mind to go back to the Quarter for the evening. For some reason she was not afraid to go alone. Going over to her clothes, she picked out a black halter and skirt with low heals. She took extra time to fix her hair. She didn't need make up because of the tan she had got over the summer. Picking up her purse, she went out front to catch the van to the shuttle going across the river.

She walked to the town square located in the French Quarter. The street performers had started setting up for the night. Seeing a restaurant that was next to the bar she went to the night before, she went in and requested a table next to the window so she could watch everything outside.

Kay sat there staring into the cemetery. She didn't know why she was drawn there. While looking, she started running everything she had read in her mind again. She had seen a couple of pictures of Mr. Callaway in her research. He was so handsome. She could tell that he had lighter colored hair and light eyes, but of course nothing ever said what color. Also, he was not afraid of work. You could tell that by his build.

A very erotic thought passed thru her mind at that very moment evolving him. Where did that come from? Well, it didn't hurt anything to let it play out. She sat looking out the window with a very soft look on her face. She didn't see anything outside her mind's eye.

Mark saw her sitting in the window looking his way. He stayed behind a tree so she would not see him. All of a sudden he started getting hot. It was at that time he saw what flashed in her mind. She was so distracted he could have stood in front of her and she wouldn't have seen him. Well he could come out and take a closer look.

A waiter brought her food out bringing her back to the present. At that moment, she thought she had seen a ghost. Someone who looked like Mr. Callaway was standing in front of the cemetery. She turned quickly to make sure someone was there. The entrance was open and no one was around. Shaking her head she turned to her food to start eating. Maybe a glass of wine would be good.

He had moved out of her sight just in time. Needing a little more time, Mark stayed out her sight while she walked around the street. He wanted to stay close by just incase she needed any help. As Kay walked by one bar next to an adult shop, a rough looking man stumbled out the door and bumped into her. Mark started to go up to them to remove the offender when he saw how she laughed it off and helped him back in the door. She went on her way. stopping in a few shops that sold t-shirts.

Mark had crossed the street to keep a close watch. As she started walking toward her shuttle, Mark saw the same guy from the bar fall in behind Kay to follow her into the darkening area. Walking closer, he saw the man start running up to Kay. When the guy had reached her, he had his arm out and caught her around the waist, pulling her into a darken alley way.

Kay started screaming for help. She was thrown up against a wall with her top being ripped off of her body. It felt like someone else had hold of her skirt ripping at it the same time. All of sudden she dropped to the ground in time to see her attackers flying threw the air and a giant walking toward her.

She was lifted into the air by a pair of strong arms. A long coat was placed around her shoulders and she was then carried away from the alley. By the time they were in the light she looked up to see a familiar face. Kay had gone into shock and passed out before they had got onto the shuttle. What was Mark going to do now?

Chapter 5

Mark had found out where Kay was staying earlier that day. He also knew what room was hers. He took the key from her purse that he picked up before he had carried her away from the alley. He opened the door and carried her into the room laying her on the bed. He went into the bathroom so he could get a cool rag to help clean the scrapes Kay had received. She had several on her arms and back. Being careful not to wake her, rolled her over to clean what he needed to do. 

After he had finished, Mark pulled the cover over her and started to leave. He did not want to do anything else that would startle her even more. It was getting late and he had a few things that needed taken care of before sunrise.

Waking up, Kay found that she was very soar. How had she got back to her room? She remembered that she had been attacked and then a giant coming toward her. That was all she knew. Sitting up, she found she had a strange coat on. Unsure of anything, she lifted the sheet to see that she was still dress in her torn clothes. Well at least that was something good.

Starting to get out of bed she saw that the message light was blinking on the phone. Beside it was a note. "I will see you later tonight. Don't worry. You will be safe. Mark" was all it said. Calling the front desk she was told that her attackers had been picked up last night and were in custody. They had received a call saying that a car would be there to pick her up at 8:00 that night.

Kay went to take a long bath and try to relax. She saw that someone had also been in there last night. Not knowing what had happened or who had done things for her had her feeling uneasy. Common since told her that if they had wanted to hurt her, they would have done so while she was still out of it. They had been nice enough to leave her dressed and left a note for her, so if she wanted to she could get the police involved to try to find out who it was.

While soaking in the tub, a face flashed thru her mind. She knew she had seen it before, but she was not sure where. Kay didn't want to think to much about it. She would meet who ever it was that had saved her and thank them. If she felt uncomfortable afterwards she would then leave. The one thing she would insist on was that they stayed in a very public place.

Mark heard all of this going thru her head. He wouldn't do anything to spook her after last night. He had let his driver know where to take her when he picked her up. They would join another one of the tours that she had wanted to go on, that way they would be with a group most of the night.

This tour started in front of a church. She felt better seeing that there was a group there standing around. The driver had pulled up in front of the square and stopped the car. He got out and escorted her to the tour group. This one was a vampire tour. The driver stopped in front of a man that stood about 7' tall and had red hair. She could see the driver talking to this man and then leave. The man turned around causing Kay to loose her breath. In front of her stood a man that looked just like Mark Callaway. Then the note next to her phone flashed in front of her eyes. Mark. No, it couldn't be him. That Mark would have been almost two hundred years old.

"I know what you are going to say. I am descendant from him."

"But how did you know what I was going to say?"

"I could see it on your face. I hear it all the time. How are you doing, by the way?"

"Still shook up, but none the worse for wear."

"That is why I thought we would stay with this group for a while. I know you would feel better tonight in a large crowd."

They went along listening to the stories the guide told. Some of the things they said made him laugh because they did not know what they were talking about. Some made him feel uncomfortable because they did not know how close to the truth they were.

This tour took them thru his cemetery again. They had stopped by a tree that was in front of his crypt. Seeing where they were, Kay turned to try to ask Mark about it. He put his finger to his lips to let her know that they would talk later. 

The tour ended in the upstairs room of a bar that the tour guide called a vampire bar. No one knew how true the name was. The bartenders knew who to serve special drinks to. There were a few vampires in there that knew Mark. He let them know not to say a word or even act like they knew him. They saw Kay and went along with what he said.

Upstairs stories started again after everyone had got a drink. The story teller had signaled out Kay for one of her stories pointing out her long neck. Mark broke out in a sweat seeing where the lady had pointed out. He took a long drink and sent for another one. He needed to take the edge off of his hunger.

When the stories ended, Mark and Kay stayed for a while to talk. She thanked him for saving her last night. They talked about what she had found in her research. Mark told her that he still owned the plantation and if she would like to see it he would have the driver take her out the next afternoon. She could explore all she wanted to but he wouldn't be there until after dark, having business to take care of during the day. 

He would bring supper for them to have out in the terrace. Someone would be there to see to her needs while she waited.

Kay said she would love to see his home. With a kiss on the cheek, she left him for the night.

Chapter 6 

The car arrived a little after lunch. It took them about an hour to get to the plantation. When she got there all she could think of was 'Gone With The Wind'. There she saw so much open land that it would take almost all day to walk it.

She was let out in front of the house. A large entrance was opened up for her by a elderly woman with a very pleasant face. She was very cheery seeing that it was a woman exiting the car. The driver introduced them afterward the house keeper lead Kay into the morning room. She was brought a large glass of iced tea and some snacks to hold her over until the Lord of the house returned.




New Orleans Nights



When Paul and I walked into his room, Sam was sitting on the couch naked. Paul and I took our clothes off and layed down next to each other on the bed. 

"So, how should we do this?"Paul asked Sam. 

"You guys can go first and I'll just sit here and...watch."

Without any hesitation, Paul leaned over me. I looked into his eyes and saw something there- something that gave me the courage to get through all of this and enjoy it at the same time. 

"I love you," he whispered and then connected our bodies and souls. 

I gasped. "Oh, I love you," I moaned. I looked over at Sam and saw him slowly stroking his cock. 

"Let's make him happy again," Paul said. Then he kissed me so hard that I forgot about any fears I'd had before. He moaned and then started thrusting so fast that I couldn't keep up with his movements so I stopped trying to match mine with his.

As soon as I had stopped moving he rolled over and pulled me on top of him. "Show Sam what you've got," he panted. Normally I would've not wanted to be in control. But today I didn't care.                   

As he thrusted up into me, I pushed down on his hardness, feeling it ram deep inside me. As I started to grind myself against him, that familiar incredible feeling began to spread through my body. He knew I was close so he pushed harder into me and I forced myself down on his cock so that it was so deep that his balls touched my butt. I was moaning and shaking uncontrollably and as he tried to bury himself deeper inside me I screamed. Then I moaned his name with as much emotion as I could put into those four letters. 

Paul didn't stop moving when I did. Instead he kept thrusting as hard as he could. He was grunting constantly and each one was louder than the one before it. Eventually I was able to move again and I ground myself against him faster than before. His grunting became loud moaning. Then he leaned his head back and moaned so loud that he was almost screaming. His hips went rigid and pushed up a little as his hot cum splashed into me. This made me scream and orgasm again. 

While all this was happening, I never noticed Sam get up. As soon as I was done orgasming, he pulled me off of Paul, who took my face in his hands and kissed me. At the same time Sam pushed my legs apart. His hands traveled up my inner thighs and then he was thrusting into me. Paul continued to kiss me for a little while longer and then he looked into my eyes.                  

"Are you okay?" he asked.              

"Yeah," I answered breathlessly. As he kissed me again i ttangled my fingers in his hair. Then I reached down and grabbed his cock, which was already getting hard again. He moaned, still kissing me, as I started jerking him off as fast and hard as I could. I felt another orgasm building up and Sam's moaning showed that he was close too. I held Paul's cock tighter and stroked him faster. As he kissed down to my neck and bit lightly, he groaned and I felt his cum hit my stomach. This sent both Sam and I over the edge at the same time.                       

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Sam whispered. "Oh yessss...".  

Eventually I felt Sam's cock grow soft inside me and I let him pull it out as Paul licked his own cum off my stomach. We all just stared at each other for a few moments. Then Paul smiled mischievously.               

"So...should we have an early dinner?" he asked Sam.  

"Oh yeah," Sam answered.             

Paul leaned over me and kissed me. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and I lifted my hips off he bed slightly, just enough to grind my clit against his penis. We both moaned but when I tried to grab his cock and guide it into me, he gasped and moved away. Then he moved down between my legs and stuck one finger into my hot, wet cunt. Pushing it viciously in and out, he added a second finger. Then he replaced his fingers with his tongue. I shivered and moaned. As he sucked my clit into his mouth, I practically screamed. And then, suddenly, he stopped and looked up at me.                         

"No!" I yelled. "Don't stop!".             

"I don't want to finish you off yet. You taste so good," he said.                        

"But you have to! Please! Please do it!".        

I watched him move toward me again. He flicked his tongue across my clit and when he sucked it into his mouth harder than before, I came.               

"Oh yesss! Paul fucking Meany! Uuhh yes, fuck yes..."  As I relaxed I looked up to find Paul laughing, probably at the middle name I had just given him.            

I sat up, breathing hard. Paul hugged me tightly and then he kissed me, pushing me against the headboard, one hand on my waist, the other on my breast. Then we stared at each other. In the silence, the electric current was almost visible.  

I jumped as Sam started teasing my clit with one hand and fingering me with the other. Paul kissed me again. Then his lips traveled down my neck and he licked my collarbone. I gasped as he moved down to my breast and sucked my nipple. At the same time I felt Sam licking my clit. Paul's mouth was creating such a strong new sensation and he sucked harder and harder until I came. He kissed me and squeezed my breast as I thrashed against Sam's mouth, which was still on my cunt.               

Again there was silence as we all stared at each other, no one quite sure what to do next. I closed my eyes for minute and only opened them when I heard Sam say: "You wanna take her at the same time?" They were both standing at the end of the bed, each holding a full erection in his hand. 

"Fuck yeah," Paul said. "Just let her rest for a minute." He climed onto the bed and kissed me softly. Then, to his surprise, I used all my strength to push against him. He fell backwards and I climbed on top of him, kissing him hard. Then I sat up and positioned myself above his cock. I moved down slowly to the tip and he moaned and pushed up into me. He started thrusting hard and fast, but as I lowered myself onto him, forcing his cock in all the way, his movements slowed to a gentle grinding. Just before I layed down on top of him, I saw Sam wiping his precum down the length of his shaft.                   

I gasped as I felt Sam's hands on my hips. And then his cock was in my ass. He thrusted into me, not too fast, not too slow. I felt him lean over me, pushing me down on Paul, whose cock was buried in me as far as it could go. Two cocks proved to be too much for me to handle and I came twice before either of them showed any sign of being close. Pressed between their sweaty bodies, I moaned, screamed, and squirmed in unbearable pleasure. Then, as I came a third time, I heard Paul's breathing change, becoming heavier. I collapsed on top of him and he tangled his fingers in my hair, moaning loudly. Sam, who was keeping up a steady rhythm behind me, pushed harder. Paul's body twitched under me and he yelled in my ear as his cum shot up onto me. Moments later Sam was cumming too.     

So quickly that it seemed to happen in a blur, Sam and Paul switched places and fucked me again. Paul squeezed my nipples harder as he got closer to shooting his load into me. Then, finally, all three of us came at the same time in an amazing explosion of bliss. Covered in sweat and cum, we all layed there until the smell of our favorite Cajun dish drew us from that room.



New Orleans Nights



Kay asked if the house keeper could sit and talk awhile. Happily she did so. They talked about life in the south, past and present. Kay was told stories about Master Mark when he did visit the plantation. The house keeper explained it was a show of respect to call him Master. She had seen that the title had bothered Kay somewhat.

Kay was given a tour of the house and then a quick tour of the garden outside. She was told that this was still a working plantation. It had taken years to return it to it's former glory.

The sun had already started setting when they returned to the house. Mark was standing at the rail of the back porch when they saw him. He had brought out a bottle of wine for Kay and had it sitting on the table. The house keeper greeted him with a smile and wink saying she needed to get the food ready for them. Kay asked if she could help. 

"No, pumpkin. If I know Master Mark, all I will have to do is dish it out and bring it to you."

Hearing the endearment from his house keeper confirmed his feelings about Kay. She was a very good judge of people. After they finished eating, a dish of strawberries was brought out and some champagne. Candles were lit on the table and torches glowed softly in the garden. Mark and Kay continued talking about the city. Afterwards the took a stroll in the garden.

In the center of the garden a bench was sitting. Stopping there to rest, they sat down to enjoy the night. The animals were preforming a musical concert for them. Enjoying the sounds of the night Kay laid her head on his shoulder. She was starting to get sleepy when Mark lead her back into the house.

Inside they continued to talk while playing chess. The night flew by fast for them. The next thing they knew it was to late to go back into town. Mark had his house keeper fix up a spare room for Kay. She was unsure about staying there. Telling her it was no problem, he lead her to the room that had been fixed up for her. Starting to leave, she placed a hand on his arm to stop him. Mark turned around to see what she wanted. With a small laugh she turned her back to him and lifted her hair for him to undo the buttons on her top.

He undid the first two then stopped. His hands started shaking when they brushed up against her bare skin at the base of her neck. Kay tuned her head to see why he had stopped. Seeing the look on his face, she turned around in his arms to look into his green eyes. she reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. Kay placed kisses on the cool skin she exposed. 

Mark stopped her hands when she got to his belt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed her on her feet to put both of his hands on either side of her face. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Moaning, she deepened the kiss. Mark reached back to finish undoing her shirt. His finger had caught the bow holding her wrap around skirt. With a slight tug he was able to cause the skirt to slide down her legs to the floor.

Kay watched as he removed the rest of his clothes. When they were both standing nude, Mark lifted her into his arms and placed Kay in the center of the bed. He followed laying her on her back with his kisses. They made love the rest of the night, until the sun started to rise.

Chapter 7

Kay woke up when the sun was high. She got dressed and went downstairs looking for Mark and something to eat. She found a bowl of fruit sitting on the counter and a note propped next to a single white rose. He had to go back into town. Not wanting to wake her, he made up his mind to send the car later for her. They would meet in town tonight.

She took a piece of fruit and went exploring the house. No one was around to stop her from going into any part of the house she wanted. In the Library she found a portrait of a man that looked like Mark. Looking closer, she saw that the man in the picture was also named Mark. The plaque on the frame had the date of 1840. So this was the man she had read about the other day. He looked like her Mark. Oh so handsome.

She found a miniature that had fell to the floor. Looking for where it was to go, she did not find one. Well maybe they would not miss it. She would ask Mark if she could have it when she saw him tonight. She had to remember to bring her camera tonight so she could get a picture of him.

They meet in front of the cemetery after the sun had set. Kay saw him walking her way with a smile on his face. She quickly took a picture then put the camera away. This was going to be her last night in town. They went to all the places she had yet to explore. Mark stopped at a jewelry store that was still open and picked up a small heart pendent sitting in a harlequin mask so Kay could remember this night. 

They cut their time in town early so they could go back to her room and spend the rest of the night alone. An hour before sun rise Kay told him that she was going to have to leave in the afternoon to go back home. She didn't have anything here except him, but she needed more. She had her family and work she had to think of.

Mark got up running his hands thru his hair. His heart was breaking hearing that she was going to leave. He had not had enough time to try to convince her to stay. He went over to where they had to wine sitting. Pouring her a glass, he added a few drops of his blood. This was the only thing he could think of to help keep his connection with her. He was desperate. 

Kay took the wine from him with a sad smile on her face. She did not want to go. Drinking the wine, she handed the glass to him and fell asleep in his arms.

Again, when she woke up he was gone. That was the one thing that bothered her. Kay packed her bags and called for a cab.

On the plane, she was looking for something in her purse when she found the miniature. She had forgot to ask him about it. When she got home she would ship it back to him. Tears ran down her face while she looked at it.

Chapter 8

Kay had just got off work and picked up her pictures from her trip. She could not wait to see how they had turned out. Getting a glass of wine, she sat on the couch to look at them. She had soft jazz playing on the stereo. Going thru the pictures, she looked for the one she had taken of Mark.

She was so unhappy since her return. She looked thru the pictures two times before she realized that the one of Mark did not turn out. Not turn out... he wasn't in it. She was very upset that she didn't have a picture of him to remember their time together.

Sitting with tears in her eyes, she thought she heard his voice. Kay looked around trying to find him. Maybe she was feeling guilty about not sending the miniature back yet. 

To tired to do anything else, Kay went to bed. There she dreamed of Mark and the nights they had spent together. Suddenly the dreams went from erotic to scary. She saw Mark standing over someone with blood on his lips. He seemed to look back and see her. A roar left his throat that made her think he was dying.

In the morning she called into work and told them that she needed to take some more time off. She was flying out in a few hours and if they could not let her take the time off she would have to quit. Knowing what their answer would be, she packed her valuables that she could carry with her and took the cab to the airport.

When she got to New Orleans, she checked into her room and went to the cemetery. She didn't know why, but she felt she needed to be there. The sun had not sat yet. She stood in front of the Callaway crypt until the sun had gone from the sky. Mark started leaving the crypt when he stopped suddenly. Kay stood there with a look of horror on her face.

She turned to start running when he caught up to her. Mark held her to him explaining what had happened all those years ago. By the time he had finished, Kay was calm. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love in them.

With a kiss, Kay told him that she would stay with him for as long as he wanted. He had spoiled her to the New Orleans nights.

The End



New Orleans Orgy



“Succulent,” he whispered the word into angel’s ear. 

She turned and looked deep into his green flashing eyes. It was the Cowboy. It had to be him, the man she had come so far to met. The man she knew would fulfill her every desire. The one who had stolen her heart over the Internet over a year ago. This party was their first chance to be together. The first chance they had to learn if reality would be as good as cyberspace. 

The Place “Maisson de la Croix,” the state Louisiana, the city New Orleans, actually about ten miles outside nestled next to a huge bayou filled with strange sounds of the night. 

It was here that Mistress Jude had set the big Mardi Gras party. Angel, dressed in white with huge silver wings was loving every minute of the night and the place. The atmosphere cried out for debauchery and she was ready to be debauched. 

Present were about thirty people, evenly mixed. All were members of the exclusive writers club. " Erotica Two”. 

Right now however, our story centers on the cowboy and his angel. He whispered in her ear again, she held out her hand and they slowly walked up stairs. Anyone looking would have seen his hand reach up to cup her ass. They also would have heard her gasp of delighted surprise and seen her huge smile. 

The cowboy and the angel walked into a well-prepared guestroom. It had everything they desired and more than they expected. He held up cuffs, and she placed her wrists within his oversized waiting hands. He buckled them tight, slipping one finger under to be sure her circulation was all right. He then covered her painted face with a blindfold. “Can’t have you seeing the means of your desecration,” he laughed. 

Suddenly Angel wasn’t sure, this was a good idea. Playing at D/s on the Internet was one thing, suddenly he didn’t sound like he was playing. 

“Master, she whispered, may I speak?” He had already pushed her costume up around her waist and was steadily pulling her very small and very beautiful white lace thong down her legs, but gave her permission. 

Just as she opened her mouth, his mouth found her passionate center and his tongue snaked in deep. 

“Oh God, yes, please deeper, that’s wonderful,” she cried out and her legs shivered with the intentness of her emotions. 

“Was that what you wanted to say my angel, he bit gently on her exposed and throbbing clit?” 

This had the effect of sending her into ripples of pleasure.

“By the way, God has little to do with this, or anything else that happens tonight.” 

Angel finally managed to say, “Please don’t hurt me.” 

“Oh Angel, he kissed her inner thighs to her ankles and back up as he gently pushed her over the waiting bed. I will hurt you, that’s the best part. You will yell, scream, and come for me. I have waited forever to bring you both pleasure and pain.” 

Before she could respond, he had her tied to the bed. 

“Now lets get rid of this getup, when I am finished my little Angel you will leave here a whole new woman.”

All Angel could do was moan as the cold sharp blade cut steadily up the back of her outfit, until she lay bare to the warm southern breeze. Head turning to the side she tried to hear what he was doing, but to no avail. She felt his cock gently rub against her mouth. She shivered at the feeling and opened her mouth as she felt hot rough licks on her now exposed ass. How could this be? 

Opening her mouth to ask what was happening, he pushed deeper and his hands urged her on, as they tangled deep in her long red hair. Once well seated he began pulling her back and forth like the reins on horse. She automatically began to suck and lick the treasure she had waited for so long. 

She heard a deep-throated feminine giggle, and felt the tongue at her again.

'Did you think I would miss the chance to ravish my Angel, pet?” 

A sharp stinging blow followed by a gentle bite followed the question. 

The cowboy allowed her a chance to speak. “Who are you?” 

This time they both laughed, “Why Angel, I am your Mistress, who else? Answered the Parties Hostess.

“Cowboy” ordered Mistress Jude, “ stuff that oversized cock back where it belongs and lets get on with it.” 

Mistress Jude finished with her directions went back to her pleasant task. Soon the Angel gave up all pretense of fighting the pleasure, and as the Cowboy almost drowned her in his juices, she had climax after climax for her talented Mistress. Just as she would start to recover, Mistress Jude would hit her again with her crop, or she would stuff her fingers into Angel’s wet and waiting feminine treasures and she was off again. 

Finally, they rolled her over, and this time Mistress Jude removed her blindfold. “I want you to see me as my pussy nestles down over your mouth and you begin to pleasure me. You do want to pleasure me right Angel?” 

All the tied down Angel got a chance to do was moan in agreement, as the Cowboy pushed into her waiting pussy, and her Mistress settled down on her waiting mouth. 

Angel had never pleasured a woman, but it was clear quickly that she was a fast learner for the Mistress was soon sighing and groaning in bliss. The cowboy who had waited over a year for this moment was happily pushing slowly in and out of his long awaited darling’s treasures. He reached for a tube of lubrication and then pulling her legs over his shoulders pushed one finger into her waiting anal opening of love. This provoked a rigorous orgasm from his little Angel, and sent Mistress Jude over the top as well. It was difficult for him to withhold his climax with all the quivering femininity below and beside him but he managed. 

Mistress Jude, happily finished lay next to the Angel and lightly caressed her nipples pulling and tugging them out from her body and twisting them till they were engorged, deep red, long and hard. Now she leaned in and sucked them, biting and pulling them with her wet hot mouth. Angel was past talking. All she was capable of was to moan and cry out with the pleasures of the night. 

Cowboy having opened her anal love star pulled out, added some lube and pushed into her ass. A slight groan from his Angel and he was inside. “Oh Angel your everything I thought you would be.” Mistress Jude smiled and ordered “ spank her baby” and he did. 

The solid whacks hit first one of her cheeks then the other as she went higher and higher. He continued to push inside to the limit of his cock. Buried deep he withdrew and moved up the tempo. 

They both heard the creaking of the door in the heat of their lovemaking.

“Oh look, that looks like fun.” An Arab Sheik and two harem girls scurried in. “Can we play too?” 

Mistress Jude nodded, and pointed to her obviously needful pussy. The Sheik buried his ready instrument in deep, and one of the girls nestled down on the floor to lick and suck both him and the Mistress. The smell of sex was everywhere. The other with an evil grin activated the camera in the corner and soon their private party was appearing on screens throughout the mansion. She then went over and kneeling started to pleasure the harem girl who was busy licking the Sheik and the Mistress. 

Slowly as the other guests noticed, aaah’s were heard throughout the rooms, as well as several giggles. Hands sought out willing bodies, and mouths found each other. Well before midnight, the other guests were deep into the physical pleasures of the night. 

You could call it an orgy, you might call it research for their next story, or you could call it one hell of a good time. It was plain to see that Mistress Jude knew how to throw a great party. The night was young and they had the whole weekend ahead of them. Who knew what would happen later that night? They would discard their masks and veils and reason, logic and clear headedness would take over again. That was possible with this group right?

I am only the storyteller so I can’t tell you yet how the weekend ends. All I know for sure is that our little angel turns out to be one hot sexy cowgirl.

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New Orleans Surprise



It was our third night in New Orleans, and we decided that we were going to go see something we had never seen before.  We were going to go to a male review at a local club that we had seen some flyers for.

We had dinner, took a shower and decided to go a bit early so that we could get a good seat.  When we walked into the bar, it was probably about 70% men, and 30% women.  It was definitely not a normal mix of folks.  Looking around, we realized that this was a gay bar.

But still, we came to see the male review, so we found a table near the stage, and sat down.  Knowing that I did not have to drive, I decided that tonight I was going to drink!

We had our first round, and were well into our second by the time the review started.  Most of the guys were in their 20s, and all were in great shape.  They paraded around the stage in various stages of dress, gradually becoming various stages of undress.  While they did, I slid my hand between your legs, happy that you had on a dress and no underwear!  For the next 30 minutes, I played with you, making you cum twice while we watched the 10 guys on stage get naked.

After they finally finished, you reached your hand between my legs and felt how rock hard I was.  You asked me if seeing naked guys parading around was exciting me.  I told you that just being around you was enough to excite me, and you told me ‘good answer’!

I decided that I needed to go to the bathroom and get rid of some beer…..so I got up and headed to the bathroom.  I found out how much it sucks to be in a bar with mostly guys in it.  There was a line. 

It was probably about 15 minutes before I got back to the table.  When I came back, I saw that our table had filled up.  There was now 2 guys sitting with you.  One was probably about 25, and I was pretty sure that he had been up on the stage a bit ago.   You introduced him as Mike.  The other guy looked to be a couple of years older, probably about 30 or so, and you introduced him as Jim.

You had a devilish look in your eye as you told me that you had bought me a shot while I was gone.  You pushed a glass across the table to me and I looked at it.  It was a bit over half full.  I asked what it was, and you told me that it did not matter, just drink up.  I looked at it and said that that was no shot, it was more like a triple shot at least.  You just said….’so, drink up!’.

I decided what the hell, and grabbed it.  I figured that if I drank it fast, it would be better.  So I threw my head back and tried to drink it quick.  I got it down, but after I did, I realized that it might have been gasoline or something.  My throat was on fire and I felt like lava was running down my throat.  It was strong!

You handed me my bottle of beer and told me to chase it.  This time I did not argue.  I drank down the last half of my beer.  You watched me down the beer, and put your hand on my lap.  Leaning over, you whispered into my ear…’lets go, I am so horny that if you don’t take me back to the room right now, we are going to have to fuck on the table!’

Not being one to argue with such a persuasive and well thought out argument, I agreed.  We stood up, said goodbye to Mike and Jim and headed out of the bar.

About a block from our hotel, you said you needed to grab something to drink from the drug store on the corner.  You told me to wait at the door, which was fine with me since the half a bottle sized shot you gave me was really starting to hit hard.  After a couple of minutes, you came out with a few sports drinks and we headed to the hotel.

We got into the room, and your aggressive side showed itself.  You grabbed me and pulled me into the bedroom of our suite.  You sat on the bed and told me to strip for you, just like the strippers at the bar had done. 

With my balance  off, I almost fell over a few times.  So, no points for grace…..but, I did manage to get naked for you in a few minutes.

You told me to kneel on the floor and to wait for you to change.  I sat down, and you told me to get on my knees.  So, with one hand on the bed, I got up on my knees.  You said not to move, that you would be right back with my suprise as soon as you changed.

When you walked back around the corner, I saw your ‘surprise’.  You had not changed at all, but you had Mike and Jim behind you.

You walked into the room, and said to me….’I think you probably remember Mike and Jim?  Now, I want you to stay on your knees, pull Jim’s dick out of his pants, and suck him until he is hard.  When he is hard, do the same to Mike’.

I was a bit shocked.  Things had changed drastically from what I was expecting, and they were moving fast!  Jim stepped up in front of me.  I did not move for a minute until you said ‘go ahead, do it!’.

So, I reached up and unzipped his pants.  I reached inside of his pants and felt I good sized dick that was already starting to get hard.  I pulled it out and looked at it for a moment.  Figuring what the hell, I started to suck on it.  Putting his hand on the back of my head, he started fucking my mouth.  With every pump of his dick into my mouth, I could feel it get harder.  It did not take long at all, and he was rock hard.  He was a bit longer than I was, but not as thick.

He stepped back, pulling his dick from my mouth and then he moved to the side.  Mike stepped up in front of me.

Mike was almost completely hard when I unzipped him, so it took very little sucking before he was completely hard.  He was pretty close to the size of our largest dildo.  Maybe just a bit longer, and so close to the same thickness.

Once you saw that he was completely hard, you told me to stop and get up on the bed.  Letting go of his dick, I got up off my knees and sat on the bed.  I saw that Jim and Mike were stripping their clothes off now.

You said that it looked like my knees might be getting sore, but that it looked like I was enjoying sucking cock so much that you figured I would prefer the bed. 

Jim moved up onto the bed and sat up against the pillows with his legs spread.  You told me to turn around and get back to sucking his dick.

Turning around, I moved up between his legs and started to suck his dick again.

I felt Mike get on the bed behind me, and knew what was coming.  I felt lube being put on my ass.

Mike moved closer and I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks apart.  His cock head pushed up against my asshole.  I paused from sucking Jim to try and relax while Jim prepared to push into me.  I noticed that you were now filming everything with our camcorder and thought that this will make for some interesting vacation footage.

Mike pushed and his cock head pushed into me.  I felt the stretch.  Wow did I feel it.  He paused to let me get used to it.  I continued to stroke Jim while Mike slowly pushed into me.  It seemed like almost no time at all and I was feeling Mike’s thighs against my ass.  He was completely inside of me.

I went back to slowly sucking on Jim while Mike started to fuck me.

He was going slow, but every time he got almost all the way in, he would do a small thrust that pushed me forward, forcing Jim’s dick into my mouth more.  Jim moved back and moved up onto his knees, and tilted my head back so that he had a more direct line into my throat.  It also meant that I lost some of my ability to compensate for Mike’s push forward.  With the next push, I gagged.  

You pulled open the bag from the store and I saw you hand Jim a red bottle.  He pulled his dick out of my mouth and told me to open up.  I did, and he sprayed the cherry chloraseptic spray that you had handed him into my throat.  My throat went numb, giving me an idea of what was coming.

Jim put his dick back into my mouth.

Now Mike started to pick up the pace.  He was really giving my ass a fucking.  Long, fast and hard strokes.  His dick was slamming into me harder and faster.  Every time, it pushed Jim’s dick into my mouth.  I still could not get it into my throat….but it was definitely banging into my throat without me gagging now.

Jim grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face in time with Mike’s thrusts into my ass.  Jim’s thrusts seemed to get both slower and harder as I felt his dick swell just a bit more.  He came.  He filled my mouth with his cum.  I tried to swallow it all….but could not.  He pulled his softening dick from my mouth, and some cum ran down my chin.  I looked over at you and saw that you were still filming it.

Mike had his hands on my hips now, fucking me hard.  Pulling me against his dick in time with each thrust.  After a couple of more minutes, he too came inside of me.  As he pulled out, some cum leaking out, running down the crack of my ass and onto my rock hard cock.

Rolling over, I laid there for a minute, finally able to relax.

I looked over at you, still watching me thru the camera and said ‘Now, I think it is your turn….but instead of two dicks, I think that you will be feeling three!’