0 comments/ 90631 views/ 0 favorites Paid In Full By: Saml31 Last weekend I went over to Don and Mary's house without Jerry to see just how Don wanted to be repaid for getting Bob off of my back literally. When I arrived they were having drinks on their lanai and invited me to join them. They asked about Jerry and I told them he was busy with a client but might come over later that evening. After a couple of drinks the subject of payback came up and Mary asked if she should excuse herself to give Dave and me some privacy. "Of course not," I replied. You are entitled to watch or join in if you like. It was obvious that this was the answer she was looking for and the three of us retired to the master bedroom where we all undressed as casually as if we were just going to bed for the night. Don couldn't keep his eyes off of my breasts as I undressed and when I slipped out of my panties he came over and kissed me on my vaginal lips while lifting me up and depositing me in the middle of their king sized bed. Talk about good oral sex! Don was licking and tasting and rubbing my clitoris with a professional touch until I told him it was my turn to do something for him. With that he rolled over on his back, and that was a good thing because of his impressive size. At 6'3" and 240+ lbs he could crush me by being on top. I began to lick his tool and it started to rise up to the challenge immediately. When he was good and hard I tried to deep throat him as he is only about 8" long but pretty thick. I could get him almost in my mouth up to his balls but was having trouble breathing due to his girth. Meanwhile Mary was licking me from behind and I was sure I felt one of her vibrators humming in preparation for the next thing she had planned. This caused me to lubricate so much that my juices were running down my leg and Don was getting ready to blow his load down my throat. "Hold on big fella," I said I want to get that thick thing in my snatch and right now. Moving over him I positioned my pussy above his rock hard dick and slowly descended down on it until I had an inch or two locked in my pussy lips and he was thrusting up to meet me. I continued to lower my vagina until I had him wet all the way to his balls and he was in seventh heaven. I like to be on top of a really big man as it gives me a lot more control. I rode him like a bronco for several minutes until he said he was ready to shoot. "I want to cum with you Don so hold out for a minute if you can." Then I began to rock back and forth to get the maximum stimulation to my clitoris while moving up and down and clenching my Kegel muscles at the same time to bring him off. This worked so well that we came together in an explosive orgasm and I collapsed on his massive chest while catching my breath. Mary meanwhile not wanting to be left out began to use the vibrator on my ass and this is something I am not into as yet. I rolled off of Don and pulled Mary over me while I sucked her tits and then we rotated into a 69 for mutual pussy munching. It took me a few minutes to cum again, but Mary was all worked up having watched her husband take me and she came immediately. When I had my second orgasm Don was now ready for a repeat performance and he took me doggie style while I licked Mary between her legs and with every vigorous thrust Don made, caused Mary to get an extra charge to the mouth of her pussy. Soon both of them were cumming and I was again on the edge. We all rested together on the bed until Jerry rang the bell and brought a bottle of champagne for us to celebrate with. We ended up drinking the bottle and sending Jerry out for another and it was almost dawn when Jerry and I went back home with everyone but Jerry getting off that night. However, Mary promised his turn will be next. Bob phoned today and wants to come back this week for another visit and Jerry has promised that there will be no more tricks so we'll see what happens. Will keep you posted. Paid In Full Hi again, it’s me Nan. Once again I bring you the written copy of a more recent interracial adventure. Just like before, I love receiving mail from all of you and if you don’t get a reply from me the first time, hell, write me again. A little background for this story: It happen one night last summer. I was on my way home from club-hopping (my hubby was away for the week - training). About ¼ of the way home, my car started acting up and finally gave out on me. Using my cellphone and a phonebook from a near-by gas station, I called around to see if any repair shops were open…but at 1am I was out of luck. I then called around and found a 24-hour towing service. A very deep, gruff sounding voice said that he would be around in about 30 minutes to get me. All I could do now was wait. Just as he promised, a tow-truck pulled up about 30 minutes later and a heavyset older black gentleman got out and came over to me. I learned his name was Donald (figured it out by looking at his name tag). Donald spoke with me, laying down my options as he went to work getting my car up onto the trucks flatbed. I could tell from Donald’s voice that he was the guy I spoke with on the phone. As we talked I noticed that he was giving me the ‘One Over‘. I was wearing a tube top (no bra), a mini-skirt (showing LOTS of leg), thongs, and a pair of heels. I decided to use his interest in my body to my advantage. “I’d really like to get my car fixed tonight. I’m ready to pay ANY price,“ I told him as I crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing up on my 36Bs and making my small amount of cleavage look better. “Well now, you may be able to convince me to call in some favors“, Donald answered. “Let’s get into the cab and determine a price.” With my car now secure on the trucks flatbed, I followed Donald up into the cab of the truck. He reached for his CB’s handset and looked at me. "Well lady, just how important is it that you get your car fixed tonight”, he asked me. My answer, was to put my head in his lap and start undoing his fly. I soon was pulling his semi-erect cock out of his boxers as we drove off. I began to kiss up and down the dark shaft with my red lips. As I did this, Donald’s cock stiffened and he began to moan. Once Donald was fully erect, I swallowed all 9 or 10 inches of him and began to bob my head up and down. Donald was trying to fuck my mouth by raising his hips, but this made it hard for him to drive. He was forced to endure whatever sexual torture I had planned for him. As we drove on, I began to nibble on Donald’s shaft and knead his balls. I could hear him talking on the radio to folks between moans, but I was too busy enjoying my serving of darkmeat to care what was being said. I started flicking my tongue across Donald’s throbbing black cockhead, while my creamy white hands tugged and squeezed on his fat balls. Donald was beginning to moan a lot and was having problems controlling his hips. I knew the pressure was building for him. I inhaled his black cock deep into my married throat and began sucking it harder and faster. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and shaft. "Oh ya miss. That's right. Use that white tongue on my black cock," Donald told me. I began to suck harder, increasing my suction on his cock. He hung up the handset and let out a loud groan, I knew his load was building up. Donald moaned again and began to breath a little faster. "I'm going to cum miss. I going to cum in your slutty white mouth”, Donald told me. At the last moment, Donald took one hand off the wheel and pushed my face deep into his crotch. As he did this, I grabbed the base of his black cock with my creamy white hands and began to jack him off as I continued sucking. Donald’s orgasm shot his nigger jizz deep into my throat. I could feel the thick juice trickling down into my stomach. We soon stopped and I was told when had reached our destination. It was a single bay repair shop in a slightly run down neighborhood on the outskirts of downtown. Donald informed me the mechanics should be arriving soon and for me to hang out in the waiting area. The waiting area turned out to be a small room with a card table, four chairs, and a TV. I must have dozed off, cause the next thing I know I hear the hood to my car being slammed. I looked up to see Donald walking in with 2 other black man. Both were tall, slim, with athletic builds. Donald introduced them as Nick and Mike. A bit of small talk was made before they informed me that the car was now running again and asked how I planned to pay. I told them I could pay half the bill now, but would have to wait for the bank to open to pay the remainder. They agreed to that, but they asked how did I plan on compensating them for working after-hours and coming in at 2am. Donald was grinning from ear to ear and I knew exactly what was going on. I pulled down my tube top, baring my small round, firm 36Bs. I gave them a good shake and asked, “Will these do for starters.” Mike approached me and backed me up against the wall, while Donald and Nick watched. I began to run my fingers through his hair while he began kissing my forehead, nose, and lips. I sucked and bit on his lower lip, before he thrusted his tongue into my waiting mouth. His hands ran up and down my body, making sure to get a good handful of my white sexy ass. As Mike continued feeling me out, Donald and Nick removed their shirts, getting ready to join in on the action. I was now rubbing Mike’s earlobe, as he worked his tongue in and out of my mouth. He ran his tongue down my neck and across my throat. His tongue then slid down to my tits, as he began licking away at my hard nipples. I managed to get his shirt off of him and ran my soft white hands across his black athletic chest. The attention he gave my tits made me purr with delight. By this time Donald and Nick had completely stripped and were stroking their black monsters. I pushed Mike away from me and went over to Donald and Nick. Mike struggled to strip quickly as I got on my knees between Donald and Nick. I wrapped my small white tits around Nick’s thick black member and began to jack him off. I knew Nick was loving the feel of my creamy tits because, he laid his head back and began moaning, "Ohhh yaa. Ohhh yaaa. Use those tits. Use'm". I wasn’t able to reply to Nick, because by this time Mike was now totally stripped and standing next to me. He seemed a bit upset that I had abandoned him and decided to fix the situation. He did this by grabbing my head and turning it to face him, still allowing me to massage Nick’s throbbing cock with my tits. With me now facing his fully erect and VERY hard 10 inches, I looked up at Donald. I licked my lips, blew him a kiss, and engulfed all 10 inches of Mike at once. Mike must not have expected me to deep-throat him so soon, as he groaned loudly and his legs buckled for a moment. “Holy shit…this white chick is a talented cock sucker“, Mike announced to all of us between moans. Nick was still pumping his cock back and forth between my tits and the look in Donald’s eyes told me he was ready to join in. As my head moved up and down Mike’s shaft, I let one of my tits go and slid the free soft white hand around Donald’s hard black cock and started playing with it. Nick reached down with one hand and held the free tit in place, so his tit fucking could continue. I closed my eyes and listened to Nick talk about how good it was to fuck my tits; I listened to Donald moaning as I jacked him off; and finally I could hear Mike groaning over the slurping sounds of his hard black cock getting a good sucking from my married white mouth. I was totally lost in the pleasure of being a white housewife servicing 3 black cocks at the same time, when a loud groan and Mike’s hands grabbing my head snapped my attention back to him. With both of his hands digging into my hair, he was furiously jack hammering his cock in and out of my mouth. He had me sucking on him, like a starving baby would a bottle. Nick now started moaning and groaning loud and fast. Donald’s body was jerking hard and I was yanking on his shaft as hard and as fast as I could. Mike began to moan, "I'mmmm....going to.....cummmm". With that, he yanked his cock out of my mouth with a loud "POP". His black seed began squirting out of his cock in thick loads. He shook his cock side to side as he orgasmed, his nigger jizz cascading down into my hair and onto my face. The feeling of his warm cum dripping down my face totally got me going. I started jerking on Donald’s cock so hard, I thought I was going to end up pulling it off. Donald by this time was shuddering uncontrollably and his moaning was nothing but sounds of pleasure, "I'mmmm.....cummmm.....innnggg. Unnhhhh." Donald’s back arched and stayed like that for a few seconds. Cum shot all over both me and Nick. I had it all over the side of my face and tits. Nick’s hand holding my tit and part of his waist was covered in Donald’s cum. Nick was now breathing faster as he increased the pace of pumping my firm white tits with his thick black cock. "My turn….to…..cum," was all Nick grunted, before a stream of sperm erupted from his black cock, firing his load up at my chin and throat. As Nick stepped back from me, jerking on his cock, I watched as his black love juice fired onto my tits. Once he was done, I went about cleaning up the mess I had made. I licked up all the cum that was still on their cocks and like the black cock loving slut that I was, I swallowed it all. "Guess we’ll have to find out if this slut is as good at fucking as she is sucking”, Donald said, as he started to move the table out of the middle of the room. As Nick pitched in by moving the chairs, Mike wasted no time. The moment the center of the room was clear, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the floor with him. As he worked on inserting his semi-erect cock into my pussy, he began kissing me all over my face. I glanced up to see Donald and Nick stroking their cocks, before I looked back at Mike. His dark hands were beginning to feel all over my creamy white breasts. He cupped a tit in his hand, twirled the nipple between his fingers for a moment, before devouring it. I moaned with enjoyment as I felt his black rod stiffen in my married white cunt. As Mike’s cock began pounding my pussy faster, I found myself moaning louder. Mike was totally lost in my tits, kneading them and licking my nipples every now and then. He buried his black face into my white cleavage, licking and sucking all over my tits. Along with my moans of pleasure, I was soon begging for more, like the black cock loving whore I was. "Ohhh yes. Lick my white titties, suck my white titties, fuck my married pussy." Mike was too busy eating my tits to respond verbally. But the jack hammering of his cock in and out of my pussy told me he heard. Nick was fully erect in within a few minutes and silenced my moans by thrusting his cock into my mouth. I was feeling like a slut in heat, as I heard my pussy juices squishing about as Mike’s black missile continued its assault on my white cunt. I found myself burying my face in Nick’s crotch as I struggled to swallow as much of his cock as I could. I heard Mike start to groan, then I felt his body tense up and his cock explode in my pussy. His orgasm pushed me over the edge and I found my hips bucking and gyrating as I had my first orgasm of the night. My orgasm only made my Jungle Fever burn hotter, as I sucked away on Nick’s cock. I could tell by the way he acted and the noises he was making that this married white whore was sucking his studly black cock real good. Mike slipped out from under me with his limp cock and I soon felt Donald’s thick cock getting shoved up into my cum filled pussy. I continued slurping away at Nicks cock as Donald used long, hard, deep strokes to fuck me. The slow hard strokes and the thickness of Donald’s cock soon had me on the verge of another orgasm. I was bucking so hard that every buck or two it felt like I was actually sitting upright. I began to breath faster. I cupped my tits, pulling on my nipples. I was now bucking faster, and moaning onto Nick’s cock, which was now buried to the base of the shaft in my mouth. I was ending up in an upright position more often. I could hear my slurping of Nick’s cock getting louder and quicker. All of a sudden, I skyrocketed into an upright position - I was orgasming again! At about the same time Nick started yelling, "Cummmminnngggg, Cummmminggggg." My body was convulsing and writhing on top of Donald, as Nick emptied his steady flow of black seed into my mouth. Mike (who seemed to never go totally limp), got on his knees behind me, grabbed my slim white hips with his dark hands and rammed all 10 inches of his dark meat into my tight white asshole, not even waiting for my orgasm to stop. I felt my body fall back onto both Donald’s and Mike’s cock at the same time. I was still breathing fast and my body was still shaking. Nick shocked me by grabbing my head and ramming his limp cock into my mouth. Within a few minutes, all 3 black cocks were hard again and pumping my white holes in unison. Donald’s cock would enter my pussy, pushing me forward, driving Nick’s cock into my mouth, as Mike‘s cock slid partially out of my ass. As I sucked on Nick’s cock, I rubbed and pulled on his balls. I could feel his cock growing stiffer in my mouth with every movement of my red lips up and down the dark shaft. I could hear Donald groaning as he quickened the pace of pounding my cunt. Mike was ramming away at my ass - my hips still bucking from my last orgasm. Donald’s body began to tense up and I knew he was close to cumming. I latched onto Nick’s cock, applying tremendous suction. He forcefully grabbed my head to keep his black cock buried in my white mouth, as I bounced around from the poundings that my ass and pussy were taking. Donald was pistoning his dick in and out of my pussy, when he gave out a huge moan and shuddered hard. His cock erupted in my cunt, spewing his cum like a volcano blowing lava. Just as Donald orgasmed, Mike grunted loudly and yanked his cock out of my ass. He sprayed his warm, sticky jizz all over my creamy white ass cheeks and lower back. But these guys weren’t done with me. Nick pulled his cock out of my mouth, got me up onto all fours and positioned himself behind me. I looked backed and begged like a cheap white married whore, "No. No. Please no more…” Nick looked at Donald and Mike, who had come around to the front of me and started whacking my face, cheeks and chin with their limp cum and pussy juiced covered cocks. I knew they wanted more of me, and this thought made me want more of them. So I surrendered to the lust of Jungle Fever and yelled out like the black cock loving slut that I am, “Oh fuck - YES! YES! YES! Feed this white slut your meaty black cocks." Nick responded by rubbing his cock up and down my wet pussy lips, before thrusting his dark shovel into my creamy asshole. Donald grabbed my head and stuffed his semi-hard cock into my mouth, as Mike stood off to the side stroking himself. Donald quickly got hard again by rocking his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth. My pussy was very wet, and my juices were running down my legs. Nick began to finger fuck my pussy as he continued drilling deeper into my ass. His fingers made a 'slurping' sound as they entered and exited my pussy. Donald was fucking my mouth furiously. I could hear myself gobbling and slurping away at his cock, as his balls slapped my chin. As I choked Donald’s black cock deeper and deeper into my slutty white throat, he started moaning. Nick used this as some sort of sign, and grabbed my waist and drove his cock all the way up into my ass. Once totally in me, he began pounding away, his balls were getting wet from slapping my wet pussy. Donald was humping my face and moaning faster. He began to shake a little as I sucked away on his cock like a cheap slut. Nick reached up under me and used one hand to tease my clit, while using his other hand to tease my nipples. I could feel his rough black hands against the soft white skin of my breasts. Donald suddenly let loose a deep growl. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and shot his stream of cum totally into my face. He quickly stroked his cock, as he staggered back from me firing more of his black jizz into my hair and onto my back. Nick began to fuck me harder. I was soon moaning and shaking, before I knew….I was orgasming again. Nick was fucking me so hard, that some of Donald’s cum was flying off of me. Within moments, Nick was orgasming. His warm cum filled up my anal passage as he continued to empty his load into my whorish white body. "Ohhh God! You guys are a great fuck!", I panted. "Before you use this slut anymore, I would like to take a little break.”, I said as I tried standing up. Mike would have none of this, as he was now full erect and had a load left for me. He forced me to lay on my back on top of the card table. With my head hanging off of one side, he quickly shoved his hard cock into my mouth. Like the good little white slut that I was, I began sucking away. I felt his fingers begin to rub my clit, before they began probing into my wet pussy. I started to deep throat him. He was now finger fucking my pussy and I found myself moaning all over his cock. I felt more and more fingers pressing deep into my cunt. I could feel my forth orgasm building as I realized that Mike was fisting me. I began forcing my hips up, helping his fist slide into my pussy. He responded by forcing his hips down, driving his cock deep into my throat. Soon my mouth and pussy were being fucked by the same guy. I grabbed a hold of his black ass cheeks with my soft white hands and rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt him start punching and jabbing away at my pussy. “Ya that’s it man. Make that slutty white bitch cum.“, I heard Donald and Nick say. I shuddered and ograsmed again, my body bucking and shaking. As my body went limp from all the abuse these 3 black cocks had applied to it, Mike orgasmed. I struggled to swallow his streaming cum. I managed to swallow most of it, but as I gagged, some of his black seed poured out from the corners of my red lips. All three of them left the room, leaving me laying on the card table, covered in and filled with their black seed. It took at least 5 minutes for me to regain my strength. I got up and was putting my clothes back on when Donald reentered the room. “The boys and me think you’re a fine fuck miss. We’d all like to let you know if you ever need any work done on your car, we can offer you a great deal.“ I smiled from ear to ear, cause I knew I would be needing their “services” again soon. Paid In Full "So what's her name?" Jake said to Danny, as he looked through the glass separating the garage from the lobby area. Onion skin paper rattled in his hands as Danny checked the invoice. "Janie. Jane Noblaugh." Jake rubbed his chin, assessing the young woman sitting in the waiting area. "so what're we talking about here" "The works," Danny said. "Engine, transmission, and new springs, about three grand." "Shit that's a lot of money," Jake said. "What did John say?" John Rams, the owner of the garage, always had final say before they offered a 'special' to one of their clients. "John talked with her, and he wants it bad. Helluva weekend, man. Look, Danny you're the smooth guy, you're the talker. Go have a chat with the lady, and if you want to do a deal, do it." Janie Noblaugh sat on the orange plastic chair under the fluorescent lights of the "customer lounge", staring at the poster opposite her seat "20,000 mile tune-up, the last tune-up you'll need this year." it read, mocking her. Life was tough enough for 30 something single moms, and she had been thoroughly depressed lately. It had not been a great year. She had changed jobs, giving up almost three thousand a year to move from clerical to publishing, her first love. Although the pay wasn't as good, she loved editing manuscripts at Dawson and Howe, giving up the idea of a new Toyota for the hope that her old car would last another two years. And from the noises it had made before the tow truck pulled it in here, she thought, I think I can forget about two years. But that really wasn't what was bothering her, and she knew it. Since her divorce two years ago she had gained a quick 50 pounds, moving her from average sized woman, to, well, large. And though David had been a lousy husband, he was after all a great lay. But the few times she had been out after work in the last year, she had been overlooked in the tide of trim and stylish executrices, and secretaries. And had woken up the next day horny and with a hangover. So she was more than a little annoyed when "Danny" the third of the trio of muscular, square jawed late 20's mechanics in the garage, and the sort of man she ached for, with his perfect 23 year old body, and hawkishly handsome face, walked over to her with the paperwork that had to be what was congenially called "the bad news" in his hand. "Hi, Janie, I'm Danny," he said with a white toothed smile. Oh, yeah, this will definitely work, he thought. "Hi. So. How bad is it." "Well, it's not good. You cracked a block, which means a new engine, plus the tranny- er - transmission is dead, and really, the springs are shot, we can fix it, but the cost would be about half of a good used car, just under three thousand, Twenty eight seventy six, fifty four, to be exact. Really, you're better off junking it and just buying a new car. Now we do have a payment plan, so you can pay it off 50 bucks a week, but still...you should just buy a new car." In her shock, she didn't notice Danny appraising her. Fine curvy legs, nice tummy, great tits, and an ass like two soapbubbles, he thought. An that face....that perky little skijump nose. big blue eyes peeking out under dark curls. This was a woman who could satisfy. No doubt about it. Janie: Well that's it. That's the end of my savings. She had exactly twenty eight hundred in CD's. "No, that's fine, I'd rather spend the savings, and not have a three hundred dollar car payment the next years" Did he look disappointed when I said that? she thought. Danny, Okay, allright, well, it'll be ready Tuesday. Okay. Janie: That is disappointment, no doubt about it, she thought. And for a second, just one, it flitted through her head that he wanted to sleep with her, and that he was going to knock off the labor cost and save her a hundred or so. And tell me I'm not nuts, he's looking at my tits! "Tuesday it is then," She said, "and I'll pay the full amount then." Danny stared at her for a long second. Then, finally, his hand moved to her knee. When he put his hand on her leg, it felt like electric current, a circuit being completed. Courage, he thought, Don't stop now. He slid the hand up towards his crotch, bringing it to rest or her full, bare thigh with a gentle squeeze. "Well, I was hoping we could work something else out." "We?" she said. Danny nodded over her shoulder, and she looked behind her to see Jake and John standing there, smiling. THURSDAY: "Janie? You have a fedex." Marcia, the receptionist handed her the package, turned on a heel, and was gone. She knew. It's from them, my boys. She opened it with shaking nervous hands, and when the last of the wrapping cape off, looked around to see that noone was near before lifting off the lid of the purple and gold box. there was a black see through robe, with matching black stockings, bra and panties, all in lace. and a key: Sheraton, suite 2880, the penthouse. A note was taped to the key. We'll be there at eight-John, Jake, and Danny. --P.S. The panties go on over the garter. She wondered about that for a minute then realized what the message meant. They want to be able to pull the panties off and...take me...with my stockings still on. Shifting in her seat, she realized that she was very, very wet. SATURDAY 6:20 PM: She felt like she was pulling a bank job as she walked through the lobby. In one corner an elegant Cole Porter tune was being played on the grand piano. Beneath that the hiss of a fountain filled the air. Her mother had given her quite a look when she had dropped off the kids wearing her fur coat. How much more shocked she would have been, thought Janie, if she had known I only had lingerie on under the coat. But she didn't care. It was every fantasy she had ever had, not one but three hot muscular men, ravishing her in a ridiculously expensive hotel suite. She had an elevator to herself, and on the long ride up to the penthouse, she opened the coat to look at herself in the polished brass doors. Her 215 pound body in the lingerie, framed by the old mink, reflected back at her in the golden metal. I look like a call girl, a very expensive call girl. What had the work on the car cost--almost three grand? That definitely puts me at the top of the profession. And what will they want for three thousand? Danny had been pretty specific when they had gone back into the office to discuss the "arrangement." To watch her, have her climb up on a table and dance for them, to strip, show off her body. She flashed back to the garage in the office. "My body? Guys, I'm a mommy and not a skinny one at that." "Janie, Janie, Janie," Danny had said shaking his head, "Not all men like skinny. We think you have a great body. Great tits, nice round ass. And we want to see it, touch it, taste it--can I be straight up here?" Janie Nodded. "We want you to dance for us, spread your legs and play with yourself for us, let us eat your sweet little pussy, lick champagne off of you, have you suck our cocks, and fuck you senseless in every hole we can find, and we want it for the entire night, all out. By the time the sun comes up--and you'll still be fuckin' when it does-- you'll be tired and..."he grinned up at her htough heavy brows "...satisfied." The lump in her throat kept her from answering right away, but she knew what the answer was. Now looking at herself in the elevator door, full hanging breasts and her full vulva and bush visible through the short lace robe and panties, legs nicely packaged in stockings and heels, she saw the body they saw. It was large. It was also very appealing. The doors opened into a foyer with the suite doors on the far end of a marble floor. She crossed it, but had to take several deep breaths to get her hands to stop shaking enough to get the key in the lock. The suite itself was marvelous, and obviously well prepared. Everywhere, candles lit the space, shining above expensive crystal and silver candlesticks. Four bedrooms, and a huge living room, with a dining room table in black marble, two leather sofas flanking a black marble coffee table, and a roaring fire. Windows wrapped all the way around the floor, and the view of the city was terrific. She crossed the burgundy carpet to the bar, where a note sat on a silver dish. The bar is stocked, help yourself. See you at eight. --D., J. & J. She put her fur coat over a chair and opened a bottle of Dom Perignon. She filled a crystal flute, and settled into a chair by the fire. As she drank, her left hand roamed her body, and she was shocked and delighted to find that her vulva were swollen and actually Hot to the touch, even through the lace. She refilled the champagne twice, and he mind drifted through a collage of all the delightfully nasty things she would be doing tonight. Giving at least three blow jobs, three fucks, swallowing delicious loads of creamy cum, washed down by expensive French champagne. And the combinations--getting fucked while sucking cock, maybe getting fucked in her pussy and ass at the same time....her mind drifted for some time until she heard the key in the lock. 8:12 PM They were beautiful, all dressed in matching tuxedos. She stood and turned to face them. Their faces said all that needed to be said. Her skin turned hot as she felt their eyes all over her- staring at her tits, her, pussy. They went to the bar, and all four poured glasses of the wine, and for a while they stood there like four average customers at a very expensive lounge, with the exception that she was in only lingerie before these three gorgeous, muscular hunks in full formalwear, their hands lightly stroking her body, savoring the heat and softness throught the lingerie. Compliment I only had lingerie on under the coat. But she didn't care. It was every fantasy she had ever had, not one but three hot muscular men, ravishing her in a ridiculously expensive hotel suite. She had an elevator to herself, and on the long ride up to the penthouse, she opened the coat to look at herself in the polished brass doors. Her 215 pound body in the lingerie, framed by the old mink, reflected back at her in the golden metal. I look like a call girl, a very expensive call girl. What had the work on the car cost--almost three grand? That definitely puts me at the top of the profession. And what will they want for three thousand? Danny had been pretty specific when they had gone back into the office to discuss the "arrangement." To watch her, have her climb up on a table and dance for them, to strip, show off her body. She flashed back to the garage in the office. "My body? Guys, I'm a mommy and not a skinny one at that." "Janie, Janie, Janie," Danny had said shaking his head, "Not all men like skinny. We think you have a great body. Great tits, nice round ass. And we want to see it, touch it, taste it--can I be straight up here?" Janie Nodded. "We want you to dance for us, spread your legs and play with yourself for us, let us eat your sweet little pussy, lick champagne off of you, have you suck our cocks, and fuck you senseless in every hole we can find, and we want it for the entire night, all out. By the time the sun comes up--and you'll still be fuckin' when it does-- you'll be tired and..."he grinned up at her htough heavy brows "...satisfied." The lump in her throat kept her from answering right away, but she knew what the answer was. Now looking at herself in the elevator door, full hanging breasts and her full vulva and bush visible through the short lace robe and panties, legs nicely packaged in stockings and heels, she saw the body they saw. It was large. It was also very appealing. The doors opened into a foyer with the suite doors on the far end of a marble floor. She crossed it, but had to take several deep breaths to get her hands to stop shaking enough to get the key in the lock. The suite itself was marvelous, and obviously well prepared. Everywhere, candles lit the space, shining above expensive crystal and silver candlx, fucking herself, opening herself, and within a minute, she felt a coolness on the inside if her thighs, as her pussy soaked the tops of her stockings. 9:30 PM The next "activity" began when Danny spread a quilt from the bedroom on the dining room table. She never even took her hand out of her pussy as the three of them lifted her from the bar and laid her on the table, staring at her hot pink cunt as she masturbated and they stood looking at her and doing the same, pulling their cocks. She came in a wet, thundering orgasm, and as soon as she did it was like a signal, a starting gun. A mouth closed on her pussy, sucking at the wetness. Hands pulled off her shoes, her bra, and the lace camisole jacket. mouths fell on each nipple and began sucking furiously, and there were loud slurping sounds as someone sucked up the juice of her second orgasm. Then the mouths switched positions, and she was sucked to a third orgasm. Switch again, and a fourth. Perhaps an hour later, strong hands lifted her again, and she seemed to float across the room to be laid out by the fire, and her legs held open and she heard a moaning gasping guttural sound of pleasure. In her daze of champagne and orgasms, it took her a few seconds to realize that it was her, gasping as Johns' fat seven inches filled her pussy. She opened her eyes and above her face a cock and pair of balls floated. She opened her mouth and grunted, so far into the realm of animal passion that she could no longer speak in words. The satiny flesh of the cockhead filled her mouth. Above her another muscular man was mounting her, his tan, chiseled torso slamming into the creamy white flesh of her corpulence. She came again, hard, as the cock spread out her pussy farther than it had ever been, and she knew--Danny was inside her. 1:00 AM Everywhere. She had been everywhere, fucking it seemed for hours, The floor, the bar, the beds, by the fire. For some time now she had been on the sofa, Straddling Johns huge cock, as Jake fucked her ass from behind, and her mouth was stretched by the enormous head of Danny's Meat. Not long ago, while riding Danny with John in her ass, Jake had come in her mouth, a huge load of sweet, hot come, tasting that rich cum taste of brie cheese, she washed it down with two flutes of champagne and they had switched. Now Danny was close. His balls, already the size of lemons were tight against his body and his washboard stomach looked like it would shatter soon. He gasped three times and came into her. It tasted much the same, brielike, but sweeter, like honey and butter. And at that moment, she knew she was his, totally and completely, mind, body, ass, heart, spirit, and pussy. She was a bitch in heat, a super-slut, taking on three sexual athletes in their prime, and knowing, with an absolute certainty, this was her womanhood, what she had been born to do. 3:45 AM She hung from her wrists, tied to the crystal chandelier above her, she bucked as John fucked her, with Danny's cock Tickling her asshole, waiting to get in. She was like a rag doll now, wide open in all her holes, the taste of cocks and cum ringing in her mouth, and whenever it faded, she would run her tongue around her mouth, where her face, blasted with five loads by this point, was still sticky wet. John came in her pussy again, and as he pulled out, Danny slipped into her ass. It was a beautiful fullness, a feeling of being taken, possessed, a sweet submission to his tool with the most secret part or her sexuality. Jake stepped up and mounted her cunt and the two men slammed their cocks into her in unison. Her body tensed briefly, sending another rush of cunt juice down her trembling, exhausted legs. She didn't know what number orgasm that was. The Nice little housewife from Indiana who had previous to this night only made it to two had lost count of her orgasms somewhere in the high teens, and that, she thought, had been hours ago. DAWN Jake and John were gone now gone off to sleep, and it was just her and Danny -sweet beautiful Danny-- Riding out a long last fuck as the morning stained the curtains and filled the room with a light the color of fire, The bed was soft, but she could feel one more orgasm waiting for her, deep in her pussy, and she wanted to take it. Danny was hanging in there, punning away at her furiously as the two of them worked in their den of silk quilts and Egyptian cotton sheets. "I want you to do something for me" he said "Wha-" "Say you are mine, that I can have you whenever and however I like not just now but tomorrow, next week, next year. Say, 'My Pussy belongs to you" She wanted it. So much. She wanted to be his bitch. Almost coming now. Almost-almost crying tears of joy. Trembling lips. "M-m-m-my pu-pu-pussy belongs t-to Yooooouuuuuuouuou!" And together they howled into that last orgasm, then fell asleep together, his cock nestled, still hard, in her core. Paid in Full Tabby was the wild one in the family. When we were kids she was always the first one to try new things. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. I was two years older and spent a lot of my youth cleaning up after her. I guess I felt it was a big brother's job. I had to bust a few heads in high school and soon everyone knew that Tabby was trouble. It never hurt her popularity but it kept most of her "adventures" out of the rumor-mill. Not many guys had the guts to spread gossip about Tabby, not when they knew I was a decent scrapper and not afraid to demonstrate it. Lots of guys thought they could get over on her. Her tiny frame, bright green eyes, and perky firm tits made her the envy of the "girly girls" in school and the sex object of all the boys. Anyone brave enough to really get to know her knew that behind her big green eyes was a mischevious and fearless tomboy. She left a string of broken hearts everywhere she went. I guess that's how she ended up getting kicked out by Mom and Dad when she was sixteen and I guess that's how she ended up at my door drunk as a skunk at three o'clock in the morning on a Friday night two days after her eighteenth birthday. I hadn't seen her for two years. The last I heard she was hitching to Texas with some bum she met at a Phish concert. I was pissed but didn't have anyway of finding her. I spent the rest of my senior year studying to get into a good college with a good engineering program. Nothing keeps you busy like Calculus homework. Don't get me wrong. I liked to party as much as the next guy and I wasn't a slouch in the girl department but with my eyes on an engineering degree I was the stable and "good son" of the family. So, anyway, there she was. Slumped in the doorway of my off-campus apartment with her old leather backpack, half-shirt (no bra), ripped jeans, and a look on her face that said "you better let me in". At first I didn't recognize her. It wasn't until she brushed her long dirty-blonde hair out of her face and pouted with her luscious lips that it dawned on me. "Holy shit!" I gasped. "What are you doing here.. how did you find me?" "Are you gonna let me in or do I have to knock on your neighbors door?" she giggled. "Get in, get in." I stepped aside and she brushed by me like she owned the place. She tossed her bag on the floor and flung herself at me and wrapped herself around me nearly toppling the both of us back into my couch. I have to admit that I felt a rush of excitement to have this young beautiful woman clinging to me - even if it was my sister. My initial rush turned to arousal when she grasped my face in her hands and planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. I felt my cock stir as her tits pressed into my chest. "Gaaawd I've missed you Jamie!" she cried. "I missed you too!" I reluctantly pried her off of me and looked her up and down. She had really grown into a hot woman. It took all my strength not to grab her and kiss her like a lover. "Can I stay here for a few days?" she asked. She ran her fingers across my chest and I couldn't think of a single reason why she couldn't. "Sure.. but there's only one room." The apartment was small. She didn't have a lot of things so I didn't see that being a problem. "The couch is horribly uncomfortable though." "Then I'll just have to let you share the bed.." ********* It only took a couple of weeks for us to get into a routine. She was out most nights and let me sleep regularly enough. The nights she wasn't out were really hard on me though. I would lay next to her awake for hours my stiff cock throbbing while incestuous thoughts filled my head. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body and the body-wash she used in the shower was the sweetest and sexiest smell I ever experienced. She would kick off the covers and I would watch her while she slept. I started making bathroom trips to masturbate just to get relaxed enough to fall asleep. I swear she would go out of her way to tease me. She would wear nothing but one of my t-shirts and panties most of the time she was in the apartment - and she wasn't the type to sit like a lady. I was treated to non-stop upskirts most days. My bathroom trips started to became more and more frequent. Sometimes I would catch that "look" when I came out of the bathroom. She had to know what I was up to. By the end of the first month I started to notice a change in her body. Her tits seemed to be a little larger and her flat belly had started to show some rounding. I could see her belly ring stud poking through the fabric of my t-shirts more distinctly than when she first arrived. I began to get a suspicion and I was determined to confront her about it. So far I had refrained from asking her any questions about where she had been and what she had been up to. Now, the curiousity was getting to be too much. She was home on a Friday night (for once) and we were watching some cheesy action flick on the couch when she caught me staring at her now obviously large tits. "What?" she asked as she snuggled against me allowing me to get a better look down her top. "What's up with your tits?" I asked "Are you pregnant?" There it was.. out in the open. She looked up at me with a sad look. "Is it that obvious?" I couldn't help myself. I cupped her tit and gently rubbed her nipple. It hardened instantly and she pressed into me a little harder. "Being pregnant makes a girl really horny you know" she sighed. Looking down at her I knew instantly why she was here. I was the only person in the world who really loved her and she knew it. There was no way our "upright" parents would have an unmarried daughter in the house. She never had any real job skills and I was the only sanctuary she had. "Look, you can stay here with me as long as you need to.." Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at me. She put her hand over mine and slid it down her slightly swollen belly into her and into her lap. I could feel the moistness of her pussy mound through her panties. Instinctively I began to massage her swollen clit in tight little circles. "I can't pay for anything.. I'm just a burden." "No, you make me happy. You can.. make me happy." My fingers slipped under the material covering her cooch and slid into her hot tunnel as my thumb continued it's assault on her clit. She reached into my sweats and pulled my rock-hard seven inches free. She expertly wiped the steady drip of pre-cum from the end of my engorged member and lubricated my shaft with it as she gently stroked it. "Oh shit" I grunted and my cock jerked uncontrollably in her hand. Suddenly we were jerking each other off furiously as we raced to climax. She began thrusting her hips against my fingers and I rotated my hips as I literally fucked her hand. She came first, her fluids pouring over my hand as she screamed "Fuck Yeeeeeaaaaaaaah!". I exploded a second later, the jet of semen shooting across the coffee table and her long legs. She dropped off the couch and took my cock in her mouth practically sucking the second and third spurts out of my balls. I had never felt anything like it in my life. I fell back onto the couch and gasped for air like a fish out of water. "You're not done yet!" She snarled as she threw off the t-shirt pulled her panties down exposing her freshly shaved bald pussy and bent over the coffee table. She reached back and spread her pussy lips inviting me in. "FUCK ME, JAMIE!" she ordered. "Wait, you're my little sister.." "I'm already pregnant dumb-ass!" she snarled. I guess there was some logic to that. I couldn't get her pregnant if she was already knocked up. I shrugged my shoulders and shoved my still hard cock into her wide-spread pussy - burying it to the hilt. She grabbed the edge of coffee table and pushed back into me matching each pounding thrust like a pro. I grunted like an animal and pounded my little sister for all I was worth. My second nut was as huge as the first. I felt it splash inside her and pour out of her soaking my balls and the inside of her thighs. "OOOOH GAAAWD!" she yelled. I felt her fluids splash my balls as she came for a second time as well. We collapsed back on the couch, my softening dick still buried in her hot love-tunnel, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other as I held her against me. ******* Tabby was the perfect roommate. She stopped going out and spent her days doing everything around the apartment. She would greet me with a kiss when I came home from classes or work and I would fuck her every chance I got. I loved to "sneak" in on her when she was in the shower. I would strip and slide in with her. She would pretend I wasn't there and I would jerk off while she rubbed soap all over her body. She always seemed to know when I was close to cumming because she would either take me in her mouth or bend over so I could finish in her pussy. Every morning I would get up early and make coffee. I would bring her a cup and she would either be waiting with her legs spread, her fingers sliding over her glistening shaved mound with that "look" on her face or she would be face-down ass-up ready for her morning fuck. Eventually missionary position became uncomfortable for her. We started doing it almost exclusively doggie-style. After awhile she became worried that I might hurt the baby no matter how we fucked. "I think we better try some different things now" she said one night as we lay in bed. "Like what?" I asked. I was willing to accomodate her. "You're gonna have to eat me 'til I cum." "What about me? You still gotta keep up your half of the rent y'know." She just gave me the "look" and pushed me back on the bed. Then she straddled me while facing away from me. My dick was stiff and slick with pre-cum as usual so she had no problem guiding it into her tight little asshole. The ecstasy was so great I locked up like I was having a seizure. She bounced her ass on my cock and leaned back, her long hair draped across my face. In a matter of seconds I was pumping semen into her ass like a firehose. She laughed let her full weight rest on me burying my cock as deep as it could go. "That tickles.." she said. I lifted her off me and laid her down on her back. I slid my tongue down her belly, nibbled her belly ring for a second before plunging my tongue into her tight little pussy. I alternated sucking her clit with fucking her with my tongue until she screamed and smeared her pussy all over my face as a torrent of obscenities flowed from her.. "Suck my fucking pussy shit lick my snatch fuck suck uuuuuuuuugh!" A stream of female ejaculate shot from her snatch and splashed my cheek and left ear. "That tickles.." I said. ******* I spent the last few months of her pregnancy perfecting the art of eating pussy and she spent it taking load after load of my cum in her ass. The shower was my favorite. The feel of my dick sliding between her soapy ass cheeks as I busted a nut on her back was almost as good as the feel of my dick sliding between her soapy milk-swollen tits as I busted a nut on her face. She was a true cum-slut and I loved her all the more for it. Finally the day came when she was ready to have the baby. I didn't know until I came home and found the note on the coffee table... She was going to Texas to find the baby's daddy. His family was going to take care of her for awhile. She promised to find me again one day and she thanked me for letting her stay. I cried like a baby for a week but in the end I guess I always knew it would end up like that. Tabby was the wild one in the family. Paid In Full "Your total comes to $4082.34," Gavin said as he tallied up the work order. "Oh my," Jeana whispered. "I didn't think it was going to be that expensive." That phrase always sent a shiver up his spine. It never boded well when the customer was surprised by the amount of the repairs. He could play this a couple of different ways. He could be a hard ass and insist on payment in full immediately. He could send them an invoice later in the week, or he could barter for something other than money. "Well," he said as his voice took on a husky sexy tone. "We could come to an arrangement." "Oh I'm sure we could," she breathed. He smiled as he realized Jeana got his meaning loud and clear. This one was sharp. Usually it took a cock up their pussies for some women to figure it out. Gavin would trade work for sex. He studied her for a few moments and then pressed the page button on his phone. His assistant answered after a few seconds. When he heard the signal phrase, he hurried his ass up and got back to the house. "You're an anxious one," Gavin purred as the woman brushed her body up against his. "But you don't have the right equipment for me. However, Misha has just the kind you need. He's long and thick and he knows if he fucks your sweet pussy until you scream for it then when we get back to the shop, I'll fuck his ass until he can barely walk." "Then how?" she panted as Misha kneaded her breasts, pushing her back against the counter in her kitchen. Soft whimpers slipped from her lush mouth as he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. "Simple," Gavin purred. "What I want is upstairs right now." "Dylan?" Jeana moaned. "He's... ah... god yes." "Yes Dylan," he said as he watched Misha bend her over the counter. The young assistant pulled down her shorts to her thighs. No farther than that. Misha shoved two fingers into her tight sheath, drawing a cry from her. He started out slow, moving his fingers in and out, making her juicy wet. "Dylan," Gavin chuckled. "I'm going to go upstairs and slide my cock up his ass. I'm going to make him scream and writhe. Then I'm going to fill his ass with my come. Misha's going to keep you too busy to worry about anything other than how hard he's fucking you. He likes his ass reamed too much to do anything else. So don't worry your pretty little head about Dylan. He's going to be taken care of, thoroughly fucked." As Gavin trotted up the stairs, he heard Jeana cry out and knew she'd just gotten the full measure of Misha's wonderful cock. Then the steady banging began, each one punctuated by whimpers. Soon she would be screaming because Misha could go a long, long time. His prize was found in the third bedroom from the landing. Gavin smiled as he noted Dylan sprawled out on his stomach. The running shorts he wore hugged his firm rounded cheeks. Other than that, the younger man was naked and he couldn't prevent himself from licking his lips. He was going to enjoy this. Quietly he approached the bed. Leaning his head down, he let his breath trail over Dylan's tanned flesh. When he reached the crease where thigh met buttock, Gavin let his tongue flick out and trace the sensitive skin. The young man moaned in his sleep, shifting slightly but then settled back down. "Ah," Gavin chuckled." You're a deep sleeper Dylan. I'm not worried though. You'll wake up quite nicely when my cock slides into that tight hole of yours." Grasping the waistband of the shorts, he pulled them down the long muscular legs and tossed them aside. There he was in all his glory. Gavin felt his cock jerk in his tight jeans. Tension raced through him and he couldn't wait to get in that ass. Immediately he removed his clothing. Before he tossed his pants aside, he fished the small tube of lube out of the pocket. He'd planned on fucking Misha in the truck. Hell, he could still do that but right now he wanted to feel Dylan wrapped around his cock. From the screams coming from downstairs, he could tell Jeana was enjoying herself. That woman had a dirty mouth on her. Turning his attention back to the scrumptious feast laid out on the bed, he gently grasped Dylan's ankles and spread his legs apart. There was that lovely little puckered anus. He reached out and stroked it slowly. Dylan's narrow hips rose, lifting into his touch. Gavin smiled wickedly. This was his lucky day. "Oh Dylan," he purred as he covered the young man's body. "What naughty dreams are you having?" Gavin sat back on his heels, his thighs straddling Dylan's. He popped the cap on the lube and held it a little bit above the crease of his ass. Slowly he let the liquid drip out onto the taut flesh. Again his cock jerked as he watched it slide down over Dylan's hole. Absently he coated his finger and circled the tiny opening. It clenched and twitched beneath his touch. Patiently he teased it, pressing against it every now and then to relax the muscle. He began to push his finger inside, making Dylan whimper in his sleep. Steadily Gavin worked the tight passage, adding more lube before he added another finger. He scissored them back and forth, stretching Dylan as he thrust gently in and out. Finally the hips beneath him began to move, lifting to each thrust of his fingers. Soft whimpers escaped from the younger man's lips as his body began to burn with pleasure. Gavin growled trying to prevent himself from simply thrusting his cock up Dylan's ass. Precum dripped over the head of his shaft. He didn't think he could get any harder unless it was Misha he was about to fuck. There was something about that man that did it for him. Right now though, he wanted Dylan. When he had three fingers inside him, Gavin knew he was ready. Keeping a steady pace, he reached for the lube and slathered it along the entire length of his cock. He was going to be balls deep inside that tight hole. Withdrawing his hand, he shifted his weight and lined his cock up with Dylan's passage. Gavin positioned his thighs on either side of his lover's and hooked his ankles over his calves. Slowly he pushed forward; the head slipping easily passed the guardian ring. "Oh my god," Dylan moaned, his head lifting from the pillows and his hands clenching in the comforter. "What the fuck?" "Yeah, fuck is right," Gavin chuckled. "You can thank Jeana for this little interlude. God your ass is tight and hot." "Jeana? What?" Dylan moaned as his body stretched around the thick hard shaft pushing into it. "We came to arrangement," Gavin moaned as he settled inside him completely. "I get to fuck you and my assistant is fucking the shit out of her. Then you're paid in full. Sweet tight little fuck." "Damn," Dylan moaned, dropping his forehead back to the mattress. "Fucking move." "Ah," Gavin laughed tightly as he slowly pulled back. "You like having your ass plowed." "Just... please... fuck me hard," he panted. "You know what I told Jeana?" Gavin whispered in his ear, pushing deep once more, and the angle made him rub directly over Dylan's prostate. "What?" Dylan couldn't think. It had been awhile since he had a cock up his ass. "I told her I would have you screaming on the end of my cock," Gavin rumbled as he fucked him in long steady strokes. "I told her I was going to fill your ass with my cum." Dylan's body jerked at his words. His cock strained and throbbed against the sheets as Gavin's thrusts pushed him. He couldn't move with the hands on his lower back and the legs across his. Then again, he really didn't want to. Whoever this guy was, he knew how to fuck an ass. Each thrust inside him hit his sweet spot. He couldn't keep quiet. Low moans and whimpers became screams and growls of pleasure. Gavin's cock kept splitting him. The grunts from above him told a story all their own. "Such a tight ass Dylan," Gavin purred as he picked up the pace slightly. "You're one hot fuck. And Jeana is having a good time. Can you hear her?" "Yes," Dylan panted. His stepmother's voice could be heard clearly as she urged Misha to fuck her harder. "Misha likes to fuck women," Gavin said softly. "He's already made her come at least three times. When he finishes though, he'll shove his cock up her ass and spray her insides. If she's lucky." "Oh man," Dylan moaned. The words were making clear images in his mind. "What about you?" "I like to finish what I started," Gavin laughed huskily. "I started in your ass and that's where I'll shoot my load." Dylan didn't respond. He couldn't. His body was going into overload. He couldn't form a complete sentence as sensations assaulted him. His cock was being rubbed against the bed. His ass was being plowed into the mattress, each stroke inward hitting his sweet spot with unerring accuracy. He wanted to come right then. Tight, hot, and slick, Dylan's passage wrapped around Gavin's cock. He panted and grunted as he fucked him, moving faster, thrusting harder in his urge to come. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the younger man's back. The position shifted the angle of his strokes, making his cock drag completely over Dylan's prostate. The man below him screamed and his entire body jerked as he came harder than he ever had before. "That's it," Gavin growled. "Come for me." Dylan panted for breath, each continued stroke sending more shockwaves through him. He'd never had an orgasm that lasted this long. This guy was fucking unbelievable. "Such a sweet fuck," Gavin panted. His thrusts became erratic as his orgasm rushed towards him. Those tight cheeks clenched around him. The channel he plowed steadily rippled and convulsed along his cock. Individually he could have resisted. Combined they yanked him over the edge. Hot seed flooded his passage and Dylan screamed with another aftershock. He collapsed against the bed. When he felt the guy lean back, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. Then he was moving away from the bed and rifling through his discarded clothing. When he came back with a small digital camera, Dylan felt another surge of lust rush through him. "Stay just like that," Gavin whispered as he took some video footage. Then he snapped some pictures, making sure to get an extreme close-up of his come sliding out and coating Dylan's skin. He and Misha would watch these little clips over and over again. "I don't think I could move if I wanted to," Dylan panted. "Good..." Gavin chuckled. "Your ass is wide open, begging me to fill it again." A loud scream tore through the air. Dylan jerked but didn't move. "Misha's done," Gavin chuckled as he dressed. He leaned over and slid his hand under the younger man's body. He swirled his fingers through Dylan's come. The other man lifted as he withdrew. Licking one finger, he smiled and then left the room. Gavin made it downstairs just in time to see Misha's face contort in exquisite pleasure laced heavily with frustration. Hurrying over to the counter, he thrust his come-slicked fingers into his assistant's mouth where they were eagerly sucked and licked clean. "Come for me Misha," he whispered. "I can't," he responded. "I've been trying since I shoved my cock up her ass. It's not working Gavin." "I know just what you need Soenechko," the older man said. Moving behind Misha he pulled his jeans down a little further. Pushing slick fingers between Misha's ass cheeks, Gavin breeched him hard and fast. Hooking them, he stroked his prostate rapidly. Jeana screamed again as Misha thrust hard up her ass. Whatever he had shoved up her pussy shifted, hitting her g-spot. It was too much for her to take and she passed out on the counter as her ass was filled with thick white cream. After a few moments of panting and shaking, Misha slowly pulled his cock out of Jeana's ass. He took the camera from Gavin and snapped his own photos. Turning to look at his lover he lowered the camera. "She is going to be very sore when she wakes," he commented. "So is Dylan," Gavin chuckled as he pulled the invoice off his pad. He fished a stamp out of his toolbox and stamped it. PAID IN FULL Paid in Full He arrived an hour late, and alone. He was supposed to fix my deck, promising it would only take two hours. Now it would take four. If he wasn't such a hunk I would have screamed at him. He stood about six feet tall and had a very toned and tanned body, from what I could see. Once he got started on the deck, I went upstairs to take a shower, leaving the doors open for the air to brush away the steam. As I lathered myself, I fantasized about the Adonis banging on my deck, wishing he was banging me. I normally don't have these thoughts, I am happily married and our sex live is very fulfilling, but thoughts of being in this man's arms were overwhelming. When I turned off the water, I peered out the window. He was still out there, sweating away. Now he wore a t-shirt and jeans. He looked up at the window a few times, standing tall, hopping to get a glimpse. I could clearly see the bulge in his pants. I wanted to call him up here, for some reason; I knew he wanted it, like all men. But not yet. I wanted to tease him some. It was a warm September day; the sun was heating everything up just right. Last week, my husband had closed the pool, but left the chaise lounges outside. I slipped into the sexiest bikini I had, the one that was almost not there, and headed to the pool. As I walked slowly past him, he glanced up, almost not being able to look away. Without looking at him, I continued to the chaise lounge and began rubbing the lotion on my legs at first, slowly moving from my feet to my inner thighs, my fingers sliding in under the small string bottoms I was wearing. Through my dark sunglasses, I could see him watching me as his hands went to his pants once to straighten something out. It was like he couldn't look away and I was loving it. I could even feel myself getting wet as I thought of that huge cock inside me. I continued watching as he tried to get back to work, glancing at me a few times as I applied the lotion to my stomach and breast, which were still covered. Even my nipples were hard. I even licked my lips seductively once, but the man kept working. He would still pause every once in a while to stare between the railing, and the hammering continued. Occasionally, I would hear a loud curse that echoed through the neighborhood, followed by more hammering. It was hard to control myself as I lay there on my back, wishing he was on top of me. My hands inches from my wet pussy were being drawn to it. Suddenly, from the deck, I heard another curse, then footsteps. I held my breath as my eyes remained closed, hoping he was coming to me. But instead, the back door opened and closed. This time, I cursed under my breath. Ten minutes later, he still wasn't back, so I went to find him. The deck was scattered with his tools, along with a few drops of blood leading inside. "What the hell?" I muttered as I opened the back door. I didn't have to travel far to find him, my hormones were still wanting him, but I was getting pissed off now. I didn't know if I wanted to fuck him or kill him. Once in the house, he wasn't hard to find. He was sitting at the bar in front of the kitchen, drinking a wine cooler and nursing a finger with a small cut on it. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I snuck up on him. He moved quickly, dropping the drink on the table as he stood up. "I'm sorry, I cut myself and I needed a drink." "So you come in here and help yourself without asking?" I said with a raised voice. His face got a little red then, anger maybe? I wasn't sure. His eyes never strayed from my body as I came nearer, he took in every curve seen and covered. He still didn't say a word as we stood close enough to each other to feel our breath. Thoughts of him entering me quickly flashed through my head, but I wanted to smack him instead. He grabbed my wrist when the open palm was inches from his rugged face. As the other moved, he grabbed that one too. Now he was smiling as he stared into my eyes. I struggled a little; I really didn't want to loose this fight. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, we were kissing. The shock of the touch relaxed me a bit -- but I couldn't give in now. The next thing I knew, he was pushing me backwards to the wall, until we couldn't go any further. I continued to feign a struggle as his mouth went to my neck, his teeth nibbling at my tender skin as he raised my arms above my head. Holding both my wrists with one hand, his free one released the bra, freeing my breast which he began massaging. Once I began to melt, he loosened the grip on my wrists and my hands went for his belt, franticly working to pull it off. Somehow, my bottoms disappeared and I felt one hand spread my legs wide. Our lips met again, our tongues entwining as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I was so wet; he easily entered me, thrusting with all his might into my wet pussy. I felt the entire length of his shaft stroking my insides as we kissed again. It didn't take long for me to cum, my pussy throbbing against the hard rod, making me scream softly. He soon followed, his cock bursting inside as I felt his sperm coat me. Our heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the empty house as he caressed my skin, causing goose pimples with each touch. Minutes, or hours, went by before he released me and I slid down the wall to sit on the floor. I watched as he put on he clothes and walked back outside to finish the job, not one word coming from his mouth the whole time we fucked. A few minutes later, my knees weak and my pussy still tingling, I moved to the couch and lay down. I don't know how long I was out, but I woke to the touch of a finger to my breast, drawing circles around my nipple before it moved to between my legs. I didn't want to open my eyes, if this was a dream, don't stop it. Large rough hands moved my legs apart as I heard a sigh, not sure if it escaped from my lips or not. I did gasp as I felt a tongue caressing the outside of my clit, getting closer and closer as the seconds passed. Then slowly, two fingers entered me, moving independently and stroking my insides. My hips found the rhythm and pushed into the hand holding me there. The tongue went deeper until my body shook in multiple orgasms. For ten seconds, nothing but the couch touched my skin. As I was about to open my eyes, I sensed a shadow between me and the skylight in the ceiling. Then I felt the hard rod of steel that was this mans cock inside me again, just the tip at first, moving in a little, and then going away. With each entrance he went deeper until he couldn't go further. Slowly at first, then picking up speed, I felt him slide in and out, faster with each thrust as he moaned in unison. My nails dug into his back as I came yet again, soon followed by his load. All movement stopped as we kissed passionately, tongues entwined. I thought I felt him get hard as he was still inside me, but before I could check, he was out of me and standing next to me getting dressed. He didn't say anything until he was clothed and was heading out the door. "It's been a pleasure meeting you Miss, your bill is on the kitchen counter." "Yes it has," I whispered as I rose on my still wobbly knees and walked to the kitchen. The bill was right there on the counter top. It made me smile. All the totals were there, coming to the amount of $4,000.00. The totals didn't make me smile, what was hand written under the totals did. In big red bold letters, circled and signed, he had written "PAID IN FULL." Paid in Full The first and only time I participated in a gangbang was 33 years ago when my girlfriend at that time had sex with me and two men we met while we were hitch-hiking. This is a true story and took place in Australia in 1976. I was 25 and she was 23, we are both English. My girlfriend, Nicky, had left university 9 months before and we decided to spend a year travelling and seeing a bit of the world. This was to be our big adventure and we agreed that we would be open to any sexual adventures that came our way as well, the only rule would be that if either of us had sex with someone else we both had to agree to it. We flew to Australia and set off to hitch-hike all over the country before going on to Indonesia, Thailand , India etc. One evening we found ourselves on a road miles from anywhere and waited several hours without getting a lift, indeed only 2 or 3 cars passed in that time. We had sleeping bags so decided to sleep under some trees at the side of the road. Nothing happened that night other than that Nicky was terrified by the various animal and insect noises we heard, knowing as she did that many snakes and spiders in Australia are poisonous. Next day we continued hitching but in all the day we only got one lift, from a farmer, 30 or so miles up the road. Again we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere with night approaching. Nicky was really upset at the prospect of another night in the open. Just as we'd given up hope of leaving that place that night we heard a car approaching . It stopped and two men in their 50's got out. We ran up to them and asked them for a lift. They said it was a company car and they were not allowed to give lifts. Nicky got pretty upset and told them we had been there 4 hours and how scared she was of staying there the night. The two guys had a whispered discussion and then said that they would give us a lift if Nicky agreed to have sex with them! My first reaction was outrage, indignation and so on, but Nicky was silent. The guys got 2 cans of beer from the car and said they were going to sit under a tree and drink their beer and when they had finished one of two things would happen – either they would get in the car and continue their journey and leave us to spend the night by the side of the road or else Nicky would let them have 'a bit of fun' with her and 2 hours later we would be in the next town and checking into a safe, comfortable motel. As soon as they had moved away Nicky said to me that she would do anything not to have to spend the night there, even having sex with these two older men . She reminded me what we had agreed about 'sexual adventures' and this could be our first. I was amazed but also a bit aroused by the thought of it and after a few minutes discussion we decided to tell the men she would do it. We walked towards them hand in hand. I could tell they knew what we had decided as they both just stared hungrily at Nicky as she approached. Nicky was too nervous and embarrassed to speak so I told them she would do it. They both got up with goofy grins on their faces, hardly believing their luck, and moved towards her. At this point I should describe Nicky as she was then – 5' 3" with brown shoulder length hair, brown eyes and 34c breasts which looked larger on her slim body. Her mother is Italian and she inherited her Mediterranean good looks. Her skin always tanned to a golden brown at the slightest hint of sun. I thought she was beautiful. She wore only a t-shirt, no bra, short shorts and sandals. The two men were called Dave and Jim, both in their early 50's. Dave was stout with a fairly large belly bulging over the top of his shorts. Jim was taller and slimmer but had lost most of his hair. They were sales reps on their way to some sales conference I think. As they moved towards Nicky they kept making rather stupid and obvious jokes like "You're COMING with us then darling?", or "Time to pay up – a ride for a ride!" etc etc. Straight away they pulled her t-shirt off and she stood there in the open air breasts firm and jutting, nipples stiff and for a few minutes their hands were all over her squeezing her breasts, her bottom, rubbing their groins against her , taking turns to kiss her and so on. She seemed in a bit of a daze and stood there passively letting them do what they wanted . After a few minutes they pulled back and said they were going further off the road under the gum trees to ' get started '. They told me there was a blanket in the car and to bring it over. I followed them watching as they walked her through the trees, one on each side of her , their arms round her , still groping her as they walked. When we reached a suitable spot they told me to lay the blanket down and told Nicky to take her shorts off and 'get ready to be fucked'. The guys had been arguing as to who should go first and now Dave fished a coin out of his pocket and tossed it. Jim made the call and lost. Dave whooped and struggled out of his clothes and when he was naked went to Nicky who was standing there nervously, completely naked now. He put his arms around her and kissed and groped again for a while before telling her to lie down on the blanket. She lay down with her legs spread wide. He lumbered over and lowered himself onto her. He couldn't get it in by himself ( his cock wasn't very long and his belly was large) and Nicky had to guide his prick into her. She just lay there at first, eyes closed, arms resting lightly on his shoulders, legs spread but with her feet on the blanket, seemingly just enduring it. It was a pretty obscene sight to see this overweight man with hair all over his back crouched over my beautiful girlfriend humping away at her, but along with the disgust, shame and jealousy I was intensely turned on, my prick rock hard. He didn't last long but before he came I saw the changes in Nicky- her arms were tighter around his shoulders, her legs were pulled back further and her feet rested on his back, her breathing was shorter and faster. I realised that she was getting turned on by this. Dave came after just a few minutes with much puffing and grunting and lay on her recovering his breath. When she told him he should get off her as he was too heavy, he rolled off and lay by her side, telling how how great it had been (I should add here that no condoms were used as Nicky was on the pill and in those pre-aids days that seemed good enough ) . Jim was naked now and had been fondling his cock as he watched and so he was ready to have his turn right away. His cock was much longer than Daves and he was slimmer and seemed to know better what he was doing. He knelt between her legs and putting his arms under her thighs he pushed her legs right back and his cock found it's target first time sliding into her with ease. He didn't last more than about 5 minutes either, but for the whole time Nicky fucked with enthusiasm, arms tight around him, humping herself against him desperately seeking her orgasm. He came before she reached it however. She lay there, hair all over the place, covered in sweat, pubic hair damp and flattened, pussy lips moist and glistening. She looked across at me and told me to come to her, to finish her off . Although I was more horny than I have perhaps ever been I wasn't sure that I wanted to put my cock in her when she was still full of these guys cum. But she pleaded again " Fuck me Rob, make me come – please, I really need it!" and love and lust overcame disgust . I lay down beside her and started to kiss and fondle her but she just pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me sliding down onto my cock and proceeded to ride me . This is always guaranteed to make her come, which she did in a short time . Her cunt, normally so familiar, felt different. It was just so sloppy, so slick with cum and her own juices that there was no friction and I couldn't really feel a lot. However the fact that I had been so turned on for the last half hour meant that in the end I came soon after her. While we were going at it I think we forgot about the two men and when we came down to earth again we saw they were standing there , rubbing themselves and watching the 'floor show'. Dave had his clothes back on but Jim was still naked and we could see his cock was semi-hard . He then asked Nicky if he could 'have another go'. Nicky said in a sort of bored, resigned kind of way that he might as well ( but I think that secretly she was not finished and wanted another orgasm ). I stood up and Nicky lay back legs parted again. He walked to the edge of the blanket and asked her to give him ' a bit of a suck first to get him going'. Nicky knelt in front of him and sucked his cock for a few minutes, after which he said he was ready and wanted to do it doggy . She knelt down on all fours, bottom in the air, pussy presented to him for his use, waiting for him to take her. He knelt up to her and was into her in a flash. This time they fucked for about 20 minutes or so, both seeming as enthusiastic as the other. Nicky came at least twice, as far as I could tell, before he came inside her for the second time that evening. At one point I thought that Jim was going to want 'a second go' as well as he knelt beside them and squeezed and fondled Nickys boobs as they hung down beneath her. However I don't think he was able to get a second hard on and after a while he went back to the car for another beer. When they were done we dressed and tidied up a bit and went back to the car and set off to the nearest town. To begin with the guys tried to be a bit jokey like before, but Nicky was tired and put her head on my shoulder and slept. I had nothing to say and pretended to doze as well. When we reached the town they dropped us off at a motel but suggested that they come to our room with us so Nicky could 'thank them properly for the lift', but we said no, she had paid in full. Paid in Full Paid In Full Her friends always said Abigail "Abbie" Fiorelli led a charmed life. Things just seemed to come to her so easily until she met Reese Underwood on a popular erotic adult website. In a very short time, she went from being a smart, independent young woman to a submissive, compliant, sexually obedient girl. By the time Abbie realized just how sexually demanding and controlling Reese was, she was already trapped in his web of manipulation and sex and she loved it. **************** The shutters were thrown open and I sat there in front of the large window staring out into the dark, totally mesmerized by the twinkling stars that were clearly visible on this cold, crisp night. Suddenly my attention was drawn to the bright star that streaked across the night sky. I hastily made a wish, wiped the hot tears from my eyes and took a deep breath of resignation. I felt a little better. I knew what was going to happen from the moment I picked up the phone. I heard his deep, rumbling voice and I could feel my body grow warm, my clit become swollen with the slow, pleasant throbbing between my legs. New tears of remorse and anticipation trailed down my flushed cheeks and dripped onto my now damp camisole. We hadn't seen or spoken to each other in almost a year. I had been a very young, inexperienced girl when fate and unrecognized desire had thrown Reese and me together, but I remembered all of it and now found myself yearning for everything he had shown, taught and done to me. Even now, a year later I could recall the delicious feel of his warm, moist tongue licking purposefully between my legs. The feel of his teeth sometimes rough, but often tenderly, nipping and sucking my achingly hard clit until he expertly brought me to the brink of orgasm before allowing me to cum and find the release that seemingly only he could give me. "I don't want to see you . . . please, don't ask me to, it would be wrong Reese," I pleaded with him. "I'm married now and I love my husband. I can't hurt him like this," I protested, knowing that despite the words, I wanted Reese, needed to feel him inside me. Ignoring my protests, he said, "I'll be there by the end of the week." The sound of the call ending echoed in my ear. I sat back and let my mind recall and revel in the memories . . . ***** From the time I moved to New York, things just seemed to fall into place. I was admitted to graduate studies at the University, (which had prompted my move to New York in the first place), and right off, I landed a graduate internship with one of the top publishing houses in Manhattan. Thanks to help from one of my father's old friends, I lucked into a fantastic apartment in the East Village. With a little help from my parents each month, I was able to lease the apartment and moved in within a couple of weeks. It was a lovely, spacious apartment in a beautiful building, in a wonderful, friendly neighborhood. Wow, here I was barely twenty-two years old, a great job, nice apartment, new friends, dating, clubbing, I didn't think life could get any better. After getting settled in my new apartment, I invited a few friends over and some of us were goofing around on the internet. My best friend Tiffany Stewart introduced me to a popular on-line erotic adult website. While Tiff was a bit worldlier, I was inexperienced and still sexually innocent but with a little encouragement from her, I started posting my thoughts and comments. It was a lark, it was fun and the responses I received made me feel sooooo sexy and desirable. After just a short period on the site, I made a few friends and one or two masturbation buddies. At night when I would get home, I'd crawl into bed, log on and check to see who else was on line. Eventually one of my special friends would log in and we would spend hours talking, messaging and self-pleasuring until I was exhausted and fell asleep, my body satisfied and the cool dampness between my legs comforting in a pleasant way. It was fun and I looked forward to these sessions with both strangers and friends. Within a few weeks, I met someone on line that I enjoyed talking with and eventually came to trust. Our casual on-line relationship slowly progressed to sexting and phone sex and from there to performing for each other over Skype. My special fiend's name was Reese McLean; he lived in Long Island and worked in Manhattan. Though he was insistent, I was hesitant to meet him in person at first, but after almost three months of putting him off I finally relented and we met one night at a little jazz club in The Village for drinks. Needless to say, after all this time of chatting, messaging, sexting and phone sex we felt as if we already knew each other and ended up having some great sex that night. He took me to a little boutique hotel in the East Village and slowly, wonderfully accepted my virginity, that I gave willingly. Reese was fifteen years my senior, well over six feet, just beginning to bald and to develop a little paunch. I must admit that the age thing bothered me at first, but after a while, as I grew to know him, our ages mattered less and less. I enjoyed his company, the things he did to me and the things he taught me to do to him. Not surprisingly, the sex had always been good between us. Reese would come over to my place and slide down onto the sofa next to me whispering, "I'm going to make love to you Abbie." He'd stroke my hair, brushing locks of stray hair away from my face, placing his lips on my cheek and kiss me gently, a lover's warm, possessive kiss. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips when he let them trail down to the cleavage of my breasts, paying attention to the warm mounds and causing me to gasp when he hungrily began to suckle my nipples. I could feel his body pressing against mine, his breath warm and uneven. He moved his hand down between my legs, and though it was obvious that I was very wet for him, I would make a halfhearted attempt to push his hand away. "You want this Abbie, don't you? It's ok if you do, just tell me. Do you want me to make love to you, Abbie?" "Yes, I want you to," I replied in a whispery voice as my hips hesitantly arched upwards making is possible for my clit to rub against his hand. "I want you to lay down on the floor," Reese instructed. My head was buzzing and my heart beating so hard I thought I could hear it. I stretched out on my back on the thick, soft carpet. I looked up at Reese, my lustfulness freed and barely concealed. I wanted him. Reese lowered his body and covering me, pressed my knees up and let my legs rest on his shoulders. In that position fully exposed and accessible to him, he slipped his engorged dick inside me. There was no rush, no hurry just Reese taking his time fucking me thoroughly. I could hear him begin to groan with pleasure when I put my arms about his neck and let my hips fall into rhythm with his, aggressively fucking him back, softly murmuring his name "Reese . . . Reese." When he finally brought me to orgasm, I clung desperately to him, not wanting him to withdraw. We lay there for a long time afterwards. "Sleep baby, go to sleep," he said in barely audible voice. Reese spooned behind me and I snuggled back against him and felt his hand reach across my chest to cup my tits, fondling and teasing my nipples to hard, beautiful, brown peaks. I drifted off to sleep, moaning softly when he gave me his cock again and began a slow, mesmerizing fuck. He eventually exhausted himself and I fell asleep with his large hand resting on my hip, his warm cum draining from me, his cock still nestled deep inside me. Then, my life changed. Within a year of my moving to New York, not only did my Mom become very ill, but to make matters worse, the company that Daddy had worked for over twenty-five years declared bankruptcy and let most of its employees go, including Daddy. Because of the family issues and without the monetary support from my folks I was suddenly thrown into a financial whirlpool with worries over how I would pay for school, my apartment and basic expenses. I remember feeling as if I were at the end of my rope. Through it all, Reese was there and I spent more than one night cradled in his arms clinging to him for support. A young girl's infatuation, perhaps, but through this period, I thought I was falling in love with him. He would spend the night with me, and while I cried and poured out my frustrations he would fondle me intimately until I quieted, allowing him to position me on my back. With his body covering mine, I would open my legs to accommodate him and he would enter me in one hard, deep, glorious thrust. When my orgasm erupted I would lay there listening to myself whimpering and moaning with pleasure as he reassuringly whispered against my ear, "its ok, everything will be ok, Baby. Daddy will take care of everything." ***** My financial situation continued to deteriorate and at one point, I seriously considered returning home to live with my parents. Around this time, I began to notice that sometimes I'd come home and have an overwhelming feeling that someone had been in my apartment. Things would be slightly out of place, my closet door ajar, drawers open and occasionally the faint odor of cigarette smoke. Worst of all would be the increasing sensation that I was being watched. I tried to talk about my suspicions with my best friend Tiffany and with Reese, but they both assured me it was just my imagination and being "New York" paranoid. Time passed, and as it turned out, it wasn't my imagination. As I later found out, Reese had without my knowing, gotten duplicate keys made and had started coming into my apartment during the day. What I didn't know and would never have suspected is that he had installed cameras throughout my apartment and had been spying on me, recording everything I did in the apartment and everything that he did to me since shortly after we began sleeping together. From what Reese eventually told me things had progressed quickly, from him occasionally entering my apartment during the day and going through my things, to him stealthily letting himself in at night and sometimes if he felt the desire, masturbating while he watched me sleep. Not knowing what to do, I said nothing to my parents or the police. I found myself becoming depressed and frightened, unable to shake the overwhelming sense of betrayal that I felt toward Reese. One afternoon, I met Tiffany for drinks and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Oh my god Abbie, you look like hell! What is going on?" There at the bar, at the sound of her voice, I burst into long repressed tears. We got up, moved to a secluded table, and sat down. "Abbie . . . what's wrong? Talk to me," she said. "Just about everything is wrong. Mom's illness, my money problems, I feel like I'm going crazy. Tiff, I'm going to tell you something and please just listen and hear me out." "Ok, honey," she said, her concern obvious. "You know I told you before about feeling like someone has been coming into my apartment when I'm not there? Well, that feeling is starting to get stronger and it . . . it scares me. I'm almost afraid of being alone in my own apartment." I took a deep breath and looked at her intently. "I've been having a hard time sleeping, and started taking a sleep aide at night. The problem is, when I finally fall asleep, I start dreaming. I'm in my bed, and sometimes I'm moaning and I can feel the most glorious sensation between my legs, but I don't want to open my eyes for fear the feelings will stop. I lay there, I open my legs wider to whoever, whatever is doing this to me. Just as an orgasm takes hold and begins to move through me, I open my eyes and see the man who has been pleasuring me. When he lifts his head, I think I recognized him, he looks familiar." Tiffany sat across from me her drink in hand staring at me. "Whew, it's hot in here," she said jokingly. When I didn't respond, but looked at her disappointedly, she said, "That was some dream." "Tiff, I swear, I don't think it was a dream. When I get up in the morning, I'm sore. I feel as if I've had sex, hell, a couple of times there's been cum between my legs." I took a long sip of my drink and looked intently at her. Tiffany's head jerked up in surprise, "Well, maybe it was real . . . maybe you were masturbating in your sleep and didn't realize how hard you were doing it." She offered. "Oh, god Tiff, be serious," I said almost angrily. "I am being serious. I've had those occasionally, where the dream is so real you orgasm in your sleep. It's just your body releasing sexual energy; I guess it's kind of like a man's wet dream." Tiff tried to explain. "Maybe," I said, thinking of the things I had not told Tiff, but remembering every detail of my dream. In my dreams, the man would keep asking me if I liked what he was doing to me, and I replied that yes I liked it and begged him not to stop. He'd raised his head up from between my legs and say, "No, baby, I won't stop". Holding his cock at its base, he'd rub its sticky, swollen head up and down my slit before mounting and pushing himself deep inside me. It was as if I were standing outside of myself watching him fuck me. I could see myself writhing under him, I could hear myself moaning and I could feel my small, tight pussy stretching and contracting around his cock, grasping it, wanting to keep him inside me. When he came, he came deep, pounding into me so hard it hurt . . . that wonderful, good kind of hurt. I remember opening my eyes and looking at the man, but this time he looked like Reese. He continued pumping into my pussy and brought me to orgasm and all I wanted to do was close my eyes as my body shuddered in exquisite release. I took a deep breath and blurted out, "Tiff, do you think Reese is coming into my apartment at night? He's had sex with me before, there's no reason for him to act like that." Tiffany looked at me questioningly, but didn't say anything. "In the dream I remember feeling like I was drugged, you know . . . groggy, kind of fuzzy headed. That sounds crazy, doesn't it?" "How would he be able to come into your apartment, have sex with you without your knowing? Tiffany asked. "I don't know . . . you think I'm being ridiculous don't you?" "Well, I wouldn't worry about it, it sounds like a kinky dream, enjoy it. Anyway, if being in the apartment really freaks you out, if I were you, I'd move," she said more sympathetically. It's funny, I'd felt secure and safe when I first met Reese. I think I really liked him, but he had shown himself to be one of those internet whackos that you hear about. The messages, the calls, the possessiveness, were definitely not worth the vague possibility of meeting someone nice on-line. I stopped seeing Reese shortly after my meeting with Tiffany. My decision was a difficulty one because I enjoyed being with him sexually. There were things about him that excited me beyond words, but there were also things that left me feeling uneasy and anxious. I chalked our eventual breakup to an unfortunate internet experience and I promised myself I would leave that internet dating stuff alone. ***** Almost a month had gone by and one evening I was alone having an after work drink at the same little club where Reese and I had gone the first time we met in person. "Abbie?" I looked up to see a very attractive man standing in front of me. It was Reese. "Abbie, hello, may I sit down?" Reese asked. "Reese, what are you doing here?" I stuttered. "Damn, we haven't seen or talked to each other in weeks," he said, ignoring my question and sliding into the space beside me. Although I would have preferred not to have anything to do with him, I didn't want to cause a scene and so we talked casually for almost an hour. As we sipped our drinks, and exchanged forced pleasantries, I found him staring at me until finally he said, "How's your money situation? Has it gotten any better?" I looked at him surprised by what he had said, trying to figure out why he was asking. Putting his drink down, he moved closer to me in the booth and slipped his arm around my shoulders. I felt his thigh pressing against mine and attempted to create some distance between us but he tightened his grip on my shoulder preventing me from moving away. In a low voice he said with what I knew was feigned concern, "I'm sure I can help you out Abbie, you'd like that wouldn't you? I want to help you Abbie, will you let me do that?" "Thanks for your offer Reese, but I think things will work out, in fact I've submitted papers for a school loan to tied me over," I said hesitantly. "Well, that might not be necessary," he said, letting his hand slip down and rest on my lap and then between my legs. I stiffened at the warmth and pressure of his hand, but sat there in speechless surprise. "Reese, please . . . ," I began. "You know Abbie, for a returned favor, we could work out an arrangement that lets you stay in your apartment, takes care of your tuition and other expenses." "What kind of favor do you mean?" I asked, clearly puzzled. "A simple favor . . . I mean, you're nice to me and I'll be helpful to you." I caught my breath when I felt his hand slowly inch up my thigh and brush over my clit. "Do you understand what I'm suggesting to you Abbie?" I looked at him incredulously and with a trembling voice managed to say, "I'm sorry Reese, there must be a misunderstanding." There was a brief silence, and then "yes, and unfortunately, I'm the one who has the misunderstanding," he said tersely when he pulled his fingers away from my clit, but left his hand resting on my inner thigh. "I enjoyed you Abbie, very much and I'm not ready for it to end. I thought you were looking for a way to help yourself and I was more than ready to offer you a way out of your troubles, but if I was wrong, I'm the one who's sorry." "No, wait," I cut him off. "I, I can . . . tell me what you want me to do." "Good, good girl Abbie, I knew you were a reasonable girl," he said, while slowly parting my legs under the table. He pushed the crotch of my panties aside and slipped the tip of his finger into my pussy. My eyes widened and darted about the room fearful someone would see and realize what he was doing to me under our table. I put my hand on his to make him stop, but all he did was laugh and mouth the words "no, don't do that Abbie." With his arm around my shoulder and his hand between my legs aggressively fondling my clit, he continued to finger me deeper and harder. He explained that he would expect access to my apartment and I was to be available when he wanted me. He would visit during the week for oral sex and intercourse, and if occasionally, he had a taste for something different I would comply. Though at that point I was not involved with anyone else sexually, he made it clear that I was not to have relations with anyone except him. Maybe it was the alcohol, the warm room, or the way he was slowly finger fucking me, I'm not sure, but I could tell my breathing had quickened and when I felt a warm flush spread through me and I knew I was experiencing a soft, but undeniable orgasm. My eyes closed and my head fell forward. As my orgasm dissipated, I could feel a moist sheen covering my face and reluctantly lifted my head when he bent and kissed my forehead. "I don't think what I'm asking is too big of a favor, do you, Abbie?" I couldn't bring myself to look him in the face. "Well, what's your answer Abbie?" He demanded. The thought of getting out from under my debts, being able to stay in my apartment and go to school without constant worry was more than I had ever expected. "You're not the person I thought you were," I said, my voice dripping with loathing. Paid in Full Reese didn't respond. 'Did trading my body and dignity for money make me a whore?' I knew the answer to that question, but I nodded my head and reluctantly said, "Alright, I'll do what you want." ***** Reese and I had had sex before we made our "arrangement", but in all honesty, I don't really remember much about the first couple of times afterward. What I thought were hazy, nocturnal dreams of having sex, were in fact the remembrances of drugged sex with Reese. There were things I hadn't known about Reese, proclivities that he had chosen to keep secret. Most disturbing was Reese's enjoyment in filming our having sex, replaying them and even uploading what he called the really "hot, wet ones" to an adult website for amateurs (I think that's what he called it). Eventually he wanted me to watch them with him, or worse yet have sex with other men while he watched or videoed them. The first time I saw one of the videos I felt sick. I remember I sat stoically and stared blankly, almost in a trance at the two figures on the screen. I recognized both of the people; I was the woman in the video on her back, moaning, legs open, masturbating in full obscene view of the camera's eye. The man in the video was not unattractive; he was older, with thinning salt and pepper hair, well muscled but with the beginnings of a small middle age belly. From his actions and demeanor, he was obviously confident, self-assured and in control. The man in the video was Reese. I stirred uncomfortably in my seat as I watched Reese climb between my open legs. His body balanced above me, my legs on either side of his hips. He looked down at me and stroked himself a few times, rubbing his swollen, red tipped cock over my pussy. With a deep, sensual intake of his breathe, he eased his hips forward and paused when his cock slipped into the warm, tight, wetness of my pussy. "Oh my god, he said absently, how can a woman's pussy be so tight and so fucking hot?" With an almost primal urge, he pushed harder, deeper, easily thrusting half of his cock length into me. Reese turned to face the camera and grinning broadly took a final thrust and buried his entire cock balls deep in me. "Damn, you feel so good. I'm going to fuck you nice and hard, Abbie just the way you like it," he said and began grinding his hips into my pussy. The harder and more animalistic he became the more aroused and whorish I became, culminating in hard, frenzied orgasms that left us both wet and exhausted. For a few moments longer, I watched the screen, hypnotized by what I saw, but at the same time repulsed by the sight of Reese and me engaging in hard, raw sexual improprieties. I frantically searched my brain trying to recall the reality of what I had seen, trying to rationalize how I could ever have consented to the depravity that I saw. The video stopped. I sat there in embarrassed silence as Reese laughed and reaching out touched my breast. "I can almost see the wheels turning in your brain," he said. "You're trying to remember when these things happened, aren't you?" "No, I remember. You drugged me didn't you?" I asked. "Not really drugged you." I didn't need to drug you; it was just a little Molly. You were more than willing once you got started, you just needed a little something to help you relax and enjoy the fun. The first time we went to Delilah's Place, I admit I spiked your drink, but by the time I got you home, you were already flying high. You were so fucking out of your head, I don't think you even knew what was happening, but you enjoyed yourself. You know, you came at least three times before we finally stopped fucking and fell asleep. The video you just saw was from that night." Then a sudden flash of the obvious . . . "It was you coming into my apartment when I wasn't there, wasn't it?" "Of course it was. I'm not embarrassed to admit I would sometimes be in your apartment during the day when you were at school or work. I'd go through your lingerie drawer, your computer, even your mail, whatever piqued my interest at the time." All I could do was stare at him in disbelief, torn between dislike and a sick attraction. When we were together, Reese demanded my compliance and willingness. He would come into my apartment at night and make himself at home before taking his clothes off and slipping into my bed. Whether I was asleep or awake didn't matter, in the stillness and quiet of my darkened room he would mount me and use me as he wished, sometimes making a point of insultingly placing money on the night table before he'd leave. If he were in a playful mood, he would explore my body, teasing and fondling until I came, before he found his own release. During times like this, he could be very gentle and generous, treating me as though I were the most important person in the world. He said he loved the way I would tentatively open my eyes when he was on top fucking me and look at him with full sexual awareness and need, before I would moan, whimper and beg for his cock. When I did this, he would sometimes stop moving in mid-thrust and wait until I began to hump upward, placing my hands on his ass pulling him into me, before he would slowly resume stroking. ***** Though everything seemed to be working out as well as could be expected, our arrangement was by no means a love affair and I was not so naive as to think it was. He loved to use me for his pleasure, his needs, and his fantasies. Sometimes my lack of self-respect and disappointment in myself would overwhelm me and my reluctance was evident to Reese. The evening of my best friend Tiffany's birthday party, he came over and wanted me to watch a couple of his recent videos of us. I told him no, that I didn't have time, and when he insisted I shot him a look of total disgust and headed to the front door, opened it for him and asked him to leave. "Close the door, come back over here and sit down Abbie . . . sit the fuck down, now!" he said angrily. I stopped and looked at him trying to decide what my next move would be. Eventually I returned to my seat on the sofa and in a shaky voice asked, "What do you want?" "I want you to watch this video with me," he said sweetly. I didn't answer, "Should I take the lack of an answer to mean you'd like to see it?" Eyeing me with a lecherous smirk on his face, he pressed the remote to start the video. It was obviously evening, the room was dim, and the bed covers strewn haphazardly on the floor. I watched as Reese pulled me under him. Without any gentleness or consideration he humped his thick, rigid cock into me and roughly covered my mouth with his as he started a slow, steady in and out motion. He fucked me hard and when he felt my pussy muscles contract around his cock he knew I was about to cum. I could see him smile when I gasped loudly as he began fucking me with an animal like ferocity. I cried out with lust and my body quivered uncontrollably, responding to his movements. Reese felt my body involuntarily begin to move under him. He pulled all the way out of me and his cock hung hard and huge between his legs, glistening with his pre-cum and my juices. He lowered himself and put his weight pinning me to the bed, forcing the breath from me. He shifted my body so that his cock slipped between my thighs and into my open dripping slit. Buried completely in me, he began to thrust, resuming his slow fucking of me. "Your clit is hard and swollen isn't it Abbie?" I can feel it rub against my cock each time I stroke into you." Sensing he was about to bring me to orgasm his pace increased and I could hear his breathe quicken. I moaned loudly, knowing that if he continued fucking me the way he was doing, my orgasm was an inevitability. Finally, he drove deeper into me and the pressure and friction sent both of us over the edge. He came hard, cursing and shouting profanity, my pussy contracting around his cock as I spasmed. My eyes flew open wide with amazement and surprise as an exquisite orgasm flood over me. The video ended and I realized for the first time I had been holding my breath. "I love the way your body responds to our love making." "That wasn't love making!" I said indignantly. "Call it what you will, you liked it," he said smugly. "Shall I tell you how easy it is for me to make you cum? To have you squirming under me, fucking me back? To watch as you open your legs and masturbated for me like a whore? Would you like me to tell you about it or would you prefer to see another video, of you doing exactly that?" I didn't respond . . . what more could I say? ***** Unwittingly I had placed myself in a position of being at Reese's disposal. Once in the middle of an important lecture, my cell phone vibrated and it was Reese. He told me he wanted to see me and to come to his office. I told him I couldn't meet him because I was in lecture, but he didn't care and told me I had better get my ass up and moving, that he expected me to be there within the next half hour. Grabbing up my things, I hastily left the lecture hall and headed for my car. I barely had my coat off before Reese had his office door locked and me up on his desk with my legs open and him bent over me eating my pussy. "Reese, wait, please, not here, please," I began and then stopped. It was pointless. I think in that moment, I despised myself more than I did him. I was like a bitch in heat submitting to him while he nosily lapped, licked, and sucked at my pussy. He was the alpha dog who fully expected and enjoyed his dominance over me, my female sexual scent, the subtle movement of my body, the involuntary sex moans and soft whines aroused him and heightened his desire (need?) to sexually possess and control my body and me. I silently cursed to myself when I felt my body succumbing, weakening and I knew I was close to cumming. I instinctively stopped fighting the sensations when I felt my legs stiffened and my hips raise and press hard against his marvelous mouth. My body started quivering and I surrendered and let the built up sexual energy flood through me. Afterward I lay on the sofa in his office recovering from my orgasm, and could see that his cock was still so hard it was twitching and jerking inside his pants. He stood over me and taking his cock out began to stroke it until he ejaculated in three hard, quick spurts, the white threads of cum covering my face and dripping down between my swollen breasts. ***** We were six months into our arrangement when I had anal sex with Reese for the first time. We had had sex earlier that evening, and fallen asleep with him spooning behind me, his soft cock pressed between my sticky ass cheeks. I don't know quite where the thought came from, just that I thought he was asleep until I felt him pull my hips closer to him whispering, "I want to feel myself inside your tight, warm ass Abbie." He got out of bed and walked over to his jacket that hung on the back of a chair and withdrew a small white tube of lubricant from the pocket. "No Reese, please I don't want to do that." I said in a weak, placating voice. "Shhhh, shhhh, its ok," he kept saying as he spread a copious amount of lubricant in and around my brown bud, all the while reassuring me, telling me, "it's ok baby, you'll like it this way." He reached around my hips and began fingering me until I was wet and hot against his hand. My body relaxed and I felt his fingers move from my pussy to my ass. "Yesss, just like that, just relax. Oh yes, I know you can take it," he said in a slow, throaty voice as he put his now swollen cockhead at my small, tight ass bud and began to ease it inside me. I could hear myself moaning softly into the pillow, "Oh my god . . . no, noooo." I was tempted to pull away but I couldn't move, not then, it was too late. I was paralyzed by the fear my moving would make it hurt more. It took patience and restraint, but when he was finally half way inside me he stopped moving and just held onto me, letting my body adjust to his intrusion and girth. As I quieted and my ass continued to relax and open for him, he gradually inched his way in until he succeeded in burying his full length in my ass. He began slowly stroking into my ass eventually cumming in a long, oozing ejaculation. By the time he was finished with me, my tears had stopped and he lay snoring softly, slumped over me, the heavy scent of sex filling the room. Over the course of our arrangement, he would occasionally want to have sex with me this way, and after becoming familiar with it and knowing that he would be careful not to hurt me, I sometimes found this particular act enjoyable. ***** True to his word, in exchange for "favors", Reese provided me with financial support through the start of my second year of graduate school and probably would have continued without interruption had it not been for my meeting someone with whom I wanted to have a relationship. I met Stephen at work and we'd dated for a few weeks before we became intimate. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, we would normally go to his place when we wanted to be together, but one evening, when I thought Reese was out of town on business we went to my apartment. Unfortunately, Reese's trip was cancelled and he chose that night to drop by my apartment unannounced. Reese let himself into the darkened apartment and going to the bedroom discovered Stephen and I having sex. Stephen was on top of me with his back to the bedroom door, but I saw Reese standing in the doorway watching us. He didn't speak but our eyes met and when I dropped my eyes and looked away in embarrassment I could see a raging hard-on bulging in his pants. He didn't come into the room, but without a word, turned and left the apartment. I was in a panic and within minutes of Stephen falling asleep, I began texting and calling Reese trying to reach him, but Reese didn't or wouldn't answer my calls. When a week went by without my hearing from him, gathering my courage I went to Reese's home hoping we could talk. Nervous perspiration dripped between my breasts as I stood at his front door ringing the doorbell. Almost immediately the door opened and there Reese stood, a slight smile (or was it a smirk) playing across his face. "Hello, Reese . . . we need to talk. May I come in?" I asked. "Of course Abbie, I've been waiting for you to drop by." I came in and sat down. "I'm sorry for what happened the last time you came by. I didn't want you to find out about Stephen that way. We've only been seeing each other for a short time, but I like him very much Reese," I confessed. "Do you remember the conditions of our arrangement, Abbie?" He asked his voice rumbling with suppressed anger. "Part of our arrangement was that you wouldn't fuck other men or did you forget that? You couldn't keep your legs closed, could you Abbie?" I said nothing. "You realize that the money will stop, don't you? You'll be on your own with no fucking help from me." "Reese" I said, before he cut me off . . . . "Will the new boyfriend be able to take care of your tuition, rent, bills and whatever else there is?" he asked. "I don't think that's really any of your business Reese," I shot back at him. "Anyway, its over between us, I don't want to do this with you anymore." Reese looked at me with his annoyance evident, "Oh really? Does he know about us?" he asked as he tilted my head back forcing me to look up at him. Clearly understanding what he was insinuating, I seethed, "You wouldn't dare!" "Oh, Abbie, I would think that by now you would know me well enough to know that I would do whatever was needed to keep you as long as I wanted you. That includes sharing your sex videos. I think the new boyfriend, to say nothing of your folks who would find your videos very interesting, don't you?" "I'm not afraid of you Reese, I don't think you'll say anything to anyone because it would put you in jeopardy as well," I said with false bravado. "Wrong again, Abbie. Just listening to you makes me wonder how an attractive, smart, young woman like you could be so stupid. I have no qualms whatsoever about enlightening not only your new boyfriend but also your family to the fact that you've been prostituting yourself to me for the last year. No, I think you'll do exactly what I tell you to do. Understand this Abbie; I'm not ready for it to end yet. I've decided that I'll continue to help you out and I'll keep our little secret. . . for now." "No, we can't. What about Stephen?" I wondered aloud. "Stephen? I don't see why you can't fuck him every now and then. Who knows, I might even video the two of you together. You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked facetiously. I stared at him dumbfounded and frightened. My chest heaving as I fought back tears. Reese looked at me for what seemed a very long time. I stiffened when his hand slipped down to his crotch and he began absently stroking himself. "Get on the bed Abbie," he said in a flat tone. "No, I won't! I told you, I'm not afraid of you Reese, It's over!" I shouted at him. "Get on the fucking bed Abbie!" When I didn't move, he shoved me and I fell face first onto the bed and lay there in stunned submission. I heard him behind me taking his pants down and stiffened when he roughly pulled my jeans and panties down enough to display my ass. I cringed when he caressed my ass cheeks, bending to kiss and then run his warm, moist tongue between my ass crack. "No, don't, don't," I heard myself begging him, hot tears dampening the pillow beneath my cheek. He pulled my hips to the edge of the bed and flipping me over onto my back removed my jeans and panties the remainder of the way, tossing them onto the floor. He spread my legs wider so that my pussy was exposed and vulnerable to his entry whenever he was ready to penetrate me. I raised myself up on my elbows and watched him. He took the rest of his clothes off and his cock jerked, already huge, hard and eager. Reese leaned over and pressed my upper body down against the bed, his dripping cock leaving a trail of pre-cum where ever it touched. With flagging resistance, I opened my legs wider at his prompting and accepted his pulsing cock. He murmured my name while impaling me with his thick, veiny cock, "Abbie, Abbie, this is just for you." His rhythm increased when my wet pussy squeezed his bloated cockhead and he quickly climaxed, filling me with his seed and igniting my own release. After a few minutes, Reese got up, poured himself a drink and came back to the bed. "Get on your knees Abbie." "Reese, please . . . just let me leave now." "Get on your knees, you little bitch . . . now," he interrupted. I reluctantly did as he said. In this position, my breasts hung down my nipples on display, hard and erect. I felt him maneuvering behind me, and felt my ass tighten when he pressed his cockhead against my hole. I instinctively began to squirm, and tried to pull away from him, but stopped resisting when he slapped me hard across my bare ass cheeks. Reese reached down between my legs and finding my clit began to rub and fondle me until I felt the beginning of an orgasm start to flow through me. He let his hand trail between my legs parting my pussy slit, and using his wet, sticky cockhead, moved it up and down brushing it over my clit. I found myself involuntarily pushing back into him and he again began to press his cockhead into me. He would press and stop to let me adjust, and then do it again and again until inch by inch he stretched his prize and was finally able to fill me with his entire length. I was on the bed, bent over on my knees, my ass presented to him whimpering like a cornered animal allowing him to continue stroking into me, his large hands holding my hips in position. "I can feel my cock growing bigger inside you Abbie," he said, and then almost in mid-sentence, he dropped his head to his chest and with a final grunt and thrust, ejaculated hard into my warm, velvety channel. Paid in Full As far as Reese was concerned, things remained as they had been between us with the obvious exception that now there was Stephen. I knew that sometimes Reese would secretly video Stephen and me making love, but he never demanded as he had threatened, that I stop seeing him. I eventually introduced them to each other telling Stephen that Reese was an old friend . . . but Stephen never knew our true relationship. ***** One night, I heard the front door stealthily open and close. I cowered against Stephen and listened for the sound of movement coming from the living room. Without turning on the bedside lamp, I lay there for a minute or two longer in the silence. Gathering my courage and being careful not to awaken Stephen (he would just think I was being paranoid), I got out of bed and cautiously stepped into the hallway. "Who's there?" I called out in a hushed voice. I walked the short distance down the hallway, checked the front door, and then the windows to make sure they were closed and locked. As I turned to go back into my bedroom, out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow and could only muster a muffled scream before a hand covered my mouth and a strong arm encircled my waist. "Quiet, quiet," he said. I recognized his voice, it was Reese. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. "I'm here because I felt like fucking you . . . isn't that reason enough?" He asked with an obvious smart ass attitude. "You have to go . . . Stephen is here, in the bedroom," I said pleadingly. "And your point is what? Don't worry, we won't wake him, and even if we do . . . so what." I turned and started to walk toward the front door when he grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me to him. "We can do this with you cooperating or I can go in the room and wake him and tell him to get out so I can fuck you in private." He pressured me down onto my knees and pushed me backward until I was lying on my back on the floor. Bunching my nightshirt up around my waist, Reese began kissing me hard, and I flinched when I felt his hand slip between my thighs and roughly fondle me. With his knees, he pried my legs open wider and I felt myself become wetter as his fingers effortlessly glided in and out of my pussy. "You smell like him," he said. He pulled my shirt up over my breasts and licked my nipples until they were hard, brown peaks sending a sizzling urgency to my clit. I felt his mouth, and savored the sensations of his broad, flat tongue licking along the swollen pink shaft of my clit and bite my lip to keep from crying out from the pleasure. When he heard a soft moan escape my lips, he let his tongue lightly flit across my clit making my moans grow louder and when I couldn't stand it any longer, all pride gone, I begged him to make me cum. "Please Reese, now . . .pleassse." I said in a trembling voice. He sucked my clit and pussy lips increasing the pressure until that exquisite feeling of sexual release flooded through me in waves. He unzipped his jeans freeing himself and with his jeans down about his ankles, he pushed into me and began thrusting ever harder and faster. I listened to his jagged breathing quicken and morph into the guttural animal groan of a man barreling toward a hard, intense orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head as he growled loudly and spurted thick threads of warm cum high up inside my pussy. When he was finished, he slumped forward onto my chest and, in a hoarse, low voice, asked, "Does Stephen fuck you like that? Does the bastard fuck you like that?" he asked again, this time louder and more aggressively. "No . . . no he doesn't," I said haltingly, trying to catch my breath. Lying there with him on top of me his cock still inside me, my hips slowly began to raise and lower under him, milking the last of his cum from his semi-hard dick. He moaned loudly, and began repeating my name, "Abbie, Abbie . . . oh, damn Abbie." I let my pussy muscles squeeze and release his cock until I could feel him getting hard again. Totally caught up in his increasing pleasure, Reese was no longer aware of or cared about Stephen hearing us. "Fuck me Abbie, yes . . . yes . . . like that," he practically shouted. "Abbie? Abbie? Are you all right? What are you doing in there?" We had awakened Stephen. "Abbie?" He called again. Reese was by now the one on his back and I was riding him as if my life depended on it, just on the verge of another orgasm. When I didn't answer right away, Stephen called out my name again, "Abbie!" "It's ok, Stephen I just woke up and wanted a cold glass of water . . . go back to sleep honey, I'll be right there in a minute," I said trying to control my breathless, trembling voice just as my orgasm erupted sending hot waves through my lower body. Reese reached up to cover my mouth and in the same movement rolled me onto my back where he fucked into me, cumming quickly. When we had both recovered, I managed to get Reese off me and hurried into the bathroom to clean up. I quietly slipped into bed next to a sleeping Stephen and lay there unable to doze off until I heard Reese close the front door as he left the apartment. ***** I think back and marvel at how much I've changed since connecting with Reese on that adult website. Granted when we met I was just twenty-two years old, but still, how could I have ever been so foolish and trusting. The sex was wonderful, plentiful and exciting and sadly, it seemed that for good or bad, my life revolved around Reese and Stephen, wanting to keep them satisfied. Shamefully, one thing I'm not proud of is despite my initial objections, and unknown to Stephen on more than one occasion Reese had videoed Stephen and me together for his collection and potential uploading to his favorite amateur porn site. At the time, inexplicably this seemed ok; after all, it was what Reese wanted. Though apprehensive at first, and heaven knows intimidated a bit by Reese, I went from an innocent, young 'goody two shoes' to an experienced slut, trying to accommodate two sexually demanding men and finding it not unusual for me to spend the afternoon in bed with one and the evening with the other. I remember one Sunday afternoon that stands out in my mind. Stephen had come in from the gym still sweaty and hot. "Abbie, I'm back," he called when he came into the apartment and sauntered down the hall to the bedroom. Instead of heading for the shower, he tossed his gym bag onto the floor and flopped down, spread eagle on the bed. I stood there in the doorway watching him as he closed his eyes and quickly doze off. I felt a sharp pang of guilt for the way I had treated him the night before. He had come home from work, eaten dinner and wanted to have sex. I had put him off but under the pretext of my friend Tiffany needing to see me, I had left and eagerly gone to meet Reese for sex when he phoned later in the evening. I went over to the bed and bending down, started kissing him with soft kisses on his neck, ears, eyelids and mouth, slowly working my way to his chest. I heard him moan when I kissed his nipples with my warm, wet mouth. I suckled him, alternating between licking and flicking my tongue back and forth over his hardening nipples. I bit gently on his nipple and his eyes flew open. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes a hazy deep blue, anticipating what he hoped was to come. I untied the drawstring of his sweatpants and reaching inside of them, encircled his penis and began teasing it with my hand as I continued to lightly kiss and lick his stomach and nipples. I could feel him ever so slightly begin to hump upward into my hand. I knew he wanted more, but I wasn't ready to give him more . . . yet. I pulled his cock out so that only the head and part of his shaft were visible and lovingly kissed the tip. I let my tongue trail up and down the exposed shaft until a large, clear, shimmering drop of pre-cum formed and began to drip downward onto my hand. Stephen moan louder and placing his hands on my head attempted to force my mouth down onto his cock. "No! Don't! If you touch me again . . . I'll stop." I told him. Stephen let his hands drop to his sides and lay there practically whimpering with anticipation. I pulled down his sweatpants freeing his cock and heard him groan deep in his throat when I kissed his inner thighs, sucking and licking his deliciously sweaty ball sac. Finally guiding his now swollen cock into my mouth, I savored his musky man scent. Letting my flattened tongue trace over his cock head, down his shaft and up the other side my tongue slipping in and out of his pee-hole. He involuntarily began to hump into my mouth and I felt his cock head rub along the bumpy top of my mouth. With each stroke he was growing thicker and longer in my mouth and I knew he was on the verge of erupting. As he continued to thrust openly into my mouth, his hands once again became entangled in my hair as he held my head in position. He closed his eyes and grunted as he face fucked me, finally cumming deep in the back of my throat. "God damn it Abbie . . . damn you!" He cursed at me even as the last of his essence spurted into my mouth. When he finished, he held onto me, his head buried between my naked breasts and I knew he had forgotten and forgiven my actions of the night before. ***** These months were by no means perfect or stress free, there were occasional episodes of Reese's jealousy when he felt I did not make myself available to him as quickly or as frequently as he demanded. He seemed to enjoy dropping by unannounced when he suspected Stephen might be there and making me have sex with him while Stephen was in another room of the apartment. In all this time, the one incident that left me feeling demoralized and abused was when in a fit of anger Reese uploaded one of our sex videos to the YouPorn site, and sent an anonymous email out to my parents, and a number of people that I knew, including one of my professors from school. All things considered, would I do it again? Most definitely yes. Though I was sometimes frightened by Reese, his temper, jealousy and volatile moods, the sex was always good between us and in a strange way he tapped into a sensual, sexual side of myself I didn't realize existed before meeting him. As for Stephen, in spite of everything that was happening, I fell in love with him . . . and married him. He never found out the true nature of the relationship between Reese and me. As my graduation approached, Stephen urged me to give up my East Village apartment and move in with him. I didn't need Reese's help anymore and knew that once I moved in with Stephen the financial support would end. Despite my feelings for Stephen, neither Reese nor I wanted the physical part of our relationship to end and it continued until well after my wedding. I could lie and say that Reese had pressured me into continuing to have regular sex with him, but that would be untrue. In all honesty, I found it more difficult than I had anticipated to stop sleeping with Reese. Initially, it had been all about the money, but during our almost two years together, Reese had been my sexual mentor and teacher. Reese was not happy with my decision to marry Stephen but eventually he seemed reconciled to my upcoming marriage to, particularly once I reassured him that we would still be able to spend time together. In fact, the evening before my wedding, I couldn't resist the urge to try on my gown one more time. The doorbell rang and when I opened it, there stood Reese on his way to being drunk with a half empty champagne bottle in hand. My nerves were raw and the anxiety and worry over the next day's events had me almost to the breaking point. I was upset with Reese's dropping by unannounced when all I wanted was a hot bath, a warm bed and sleep. Stephen was at his brother's for their last bachelor poker night. Foolishly, I felt it was ok to have Reese come in for just one drink and then leave. He sat in the den sipping his drink as I started to take my gown off. Seeing I needed help unzipping my gown, he got up and walked over to me and offered his help. He unzipped the gown and began to slip it off my shoulders when he told me in a thick, husky voice that he wanted to have sex. I'm not proud of it, and I told him no, but with very little encouragement, he soon had my beautiful gown hiked up over my hips, and me backed against the living room wall were Reese and I had wet, nasty, very satisfying pre-wedding sex. The next morning I walked down the aisle with my Father and standing there in front of the priest alongside Stephen, I looked down and saw what I knew were splatters of Reese's cum along the hem of my wedding gown. After Stephen and I returned from our honeymoon, within a day or so Reese came to the house after Stephen left for work and we fucked most of the day (making up for lost time?). I was surprised at just how much I had missed him. Things quickly returned to normal and they probably would have continued that way, until my carelessness resulted in Stephen almost catching Reese and me having sex one afternoon. We were so close to being discovered that it left me shaken and snapped me out of my fantasy world, making me realize how much I had to lose if this continued. ***** Stephen and I have been married for almost two years now, I haven't been with Reese in over a year. We fell out of touch and the last I heard he had met someone on the internet with whom he had become involved. I remember feeling a tinge of jealousy when I learned of his new involvement and wondered if he made love to her or did things to her the way he had done with me. "Brnnnnng, brnnnnng," the phone rang one evening and it was Reese. I literally held my breath when I heard his voice and felt myself becoming involuntarily wet as I was flooded with memories. "I want to see you Abbie, I need to see you," Reese said in a low, deep voice. "Why hadn't you called before Reese?" I asked my excitement barely contained. "You know, I've come through town several times but managed to resist the urge to call. This time I didn't want to go through that inner struggle and just made up my mind to call. I guess I wasn't sure what type of reception I'd get, but I've missed you so much, I knew I had to see you." There was a long, heavy silence during which neither of us spoke. "I love Stephen. Don't ask me to do this, Reese," I protested halfheartedly, knowing that despite the words, both he and I understood that what was going to happen between us was inevitable. Ignoring what I had just said, Reese responded, "its ok baby, Daddy will take care of everything . . . don't worry. I need to be with you Abbie, I'll be there soon." Just hearing his voice made my body grow warm. I could feel my clit become swollen with a soft, pleasant throbbing and the welcome heat of my hand as it sought that wet place between my legs and I pleasured myself to orgasm thinking of Reese. Nothing had changed.