28 comments/ 81279 views/ 2 favorites Peering In By: Velia The rock group Giant has a song that begins: "Sometimes love feels like an empty room." During a Christmas party a few years ago, I shared a place in time with a man, a friend, who took a step outside of his empty room and left me standing in the dark with his lingering feeling of loneliness. It was my second Christmas party with this client, but it would be my last. The project on which I was working would end at the New Year, and my times of living out of a hotel room for two nights a week would be over. The party was (as it always is) an elegant, coat-and-tie affair that served lobster bisque and roast duck, presented by waiters from under a shiny, silver dome. Everyone from the mailroom clerks to the $3 million-a-year CEO attended, and all of the 200 or so ladies, draped in their most extravagant party dresses, came away with a hoity-toity keepsake. I wore a black, sequined cocktail dress with a plunging open back and long sleeves. It fits me with an obsessed tailor's precision and sparkles like moonlight off the undulating ocean. My legs were adorned in a swirl of black lace hosiery and tall, black pumps. When I took off my coat at the coat check, several men wanted me to notice their eyes coveting what they saw. It's what I wanted, isn't it? And yet I pretended not to notice. How silly we humans are. Wes is a country boy who went to college and left behind the one-streetlight town in which he was born. Tall and big-boned with thick, dark hair, he is never without a smile, especially on those Saturday mornings when he would make a brief stop at the office carrying his five-year-old son, Cody, on his shoulders. He would stop by my desk, with his smile coming from across the room like the rising sun. "Good morning," he would say, his smiling words wrapping around me and giving me a big hug. But there are things that will wipe that public smile off his face. I know those things. I've gently indulged my pleasure and watched that smile melt into closed eyes and an incredulous, open mouth gasping in reflex. We had fun in my hotel room. We had fun in an empty office in the company building. And one time, we had fun in a storage closet off a hallway with the office in full bustle. He stood, leaning forward and looking down with his hands up high grasping the shelving supports. I knelt. Luckily, no one needed printer paper. But Wes and I were about more than just sex. We had spent much of the Spring sitting on a sunlit retaining wall, him eating his bagged lunches and me balancing a fast-food salad. The light-jacket Spring became Summer, and his bagged lunches became a meal in a cooler for two, with lunch meats, fresh greens, iced tea, and checkered napkins. At the Christmas party, after the sumptuous meal had been served and the dance floor was crowded with well-dressed professionals and their significant others, Wes and I stood in a hallway near the busy foyer, away from the loud music, where we cheerfully talked. All the while, Wes' eyes ran their hands over my body, from my propped breasts right down to the tall heels of my pumps. I let him have his fill, enjoying his flattering attention, while I idly chatted about springtime plans. "We're thinking about Jamaica, but I told..." He interrupted. "You're killing me, you know that?" I could not contain the smile that pulled across my face. "You look fantastic. You are absolutely killing me." Before I could comment, two women passed by on their way to the rest rooms, one of whom I worked with. "I'm coming to see you on Monday," she said as she walked by. "I need your help." "I'll be there," I responded, and as I briefly looked away, Wes curiously pulled a curtain aside next to us that revealed an empty room. It was a bar area with sinks and built-in coolers that was unused for this event, and it was randomly stuffed with folding tables and stacks of chairs. It was separated from the Christmas party by a pull-out partition wall, except for the five feet next to us, which was covered by a shear brown curtain. He looked into the dark space, and then his eyes measured me. I gave him a blank face that so obviously challenged his next move. Wes took hold of my hand as he casually looked around. When he saw that no one would notice, he quickly pulled me behind the curtain. He led me to the back corner where chairs were stacked next to the bar, and he pulled me up against him. "You look good enough to eat," he said softly. "Did you not get enough dinner?' "I didn't get the dessert I wanted." I looked up at him with demure eyes. "Well, you need to have your dessert." Wes looked at a stack of chairs next to us. "Sit up here," he whispered while patting the seat, and with his hands around my waist he helped me hop onto the stack. I pulled off my pumps for fear one might noisily fall, and he took that as a signal and immediately reached up under my dress to remove my underwear. His zealous clawing was slightly comical, but once his arms were buried elbow deep under my dress he abruptly stopped, because instead of underwear, all he felt was smooth, naked skin. I felt his hands, puzzled and uncertain, feel their way around. He felt the tops of my thigh-highs, and then his hands gradually ventured up and found the teeny-tiny strap that crossed around my waist from the lacy, little patch I called panties. Comprehension eased across his face and his eyes, provoked and excited, came up to meet mine. Time stopped. He had discovered my sexy, little secret, and more than that, we both realized that he had the dominating position of standing between my open legs, his belly even with my passionate treasure. He pushed my dress up higher, and his eyes slowly meandered down to observe my vulnerable, little mound clothed in nothing more than a sheer, veiled whisper of virgin white. At first his eyes popped like bubbles at the naughty, contrasting white, and then they drank in the scene with gusto and wiped their stubbly mouths with their sleeves. I watched him stare at it, exposed and presented like a succulent gift, and then his gaze returned to mine, holding my eyes with a provocative gloat that poured liquid heat into my faltering chest. He slipped an index finger under the breath of white lacy patch, pulled it aside, and began to lightly stroke my delicate, womanly folds with the back of his fingers. I let out a long faltering breath and closed my eyes. Pleasure, delicious strokes of pleasure were nestling within me. "You're leaving us soon," he said, my eyes still closed as I soaked in the good feelings. All I could do was to nod. "I don't want you to leave. Ever." I swallowed. "Everything's done," I swallowed again, "we're just cleaning up..." A loud woman addressing the people out in the foyer blared like a car horn, "Have you guys seen my husband?" It was Lynn, Wes's wife. Her voice smashed through the idle chatter outside our dark rendezvous. I could envision her out there with her hair pulled up like poolside and the same dowdy dress and flat shoes she wore last year. She and lazy were best friends. Wes stopped stroking my teased folds, and we heard a male respond. "He was here just a minute ago. He might be in the men's room." "God!" She stormed. "He's like a little boy. He gets lost if I don't hold his feeble little hand." Lynn's sandals clacked as she angrily marched away, and once she was gone the same male voice subtly remarked, "I think I'd stay lost." People tried to stifle their chuckles. Wes was shamed and his eyes sank. I looked at him uncomfortably, embarrassed for him, and with concern and pity. But he didn't need to be embarrassed around me. I was well aware of Lynn's history of knife-edged condescension. He had confided in me about it many times and it was frequent gossip within the company. He squeezed the naked tops of my thighs. "Don't you want to get lost with me, Velia? You and me? We can leave everything behind." His voice was frighteningly serious. "Wes, I've told you," I said. "I don't want to leave my husband. I'm one of the lucky ones. I have a fantastic marriage." The mood fell still. "It's not fair," he said, softly brushing my black hair from my shoulder. His mind thought while his eyes watched his fingers toy with my hair. "He's one lucky guy," he said sincerely, but our calm solitude had the edgy tension of him standing between my splayed legs. He looked at the slender, manicured strip between my open thighs, undressed with the white patch pulled aside. "He is one very, very lucky guy." He began to lightly kiss the inside of my legs, decorated in black embroidered lace. His lips touched every inch from my smooth knees right down to the naked furrows between my legs and my ready pussy. He closed his eyes and tenderly rubbed his cheek against my thigh. His lips brushed almost imperceptibly against my labia. "God," he whispered, "you smell like heaven." I could feel the warm, tickling feather of his breath - right there. He grabbed a chair off a stack, and he sat down between my legs like an earnest connoisseur. He pulled at my waist urging me to slide toward him, and just like that, he was perfectly positioned to enjoy the forbidden dessert that I so impatiently wanted him to indulge. He looked at my hot, little ember with adoration. "I'm gonna remember this," he said, and then he began to lay gentle kisses on it. I looked around the dark room to be absolutely certain...to quell that last little bit of concern that someone else might lurk in shadows. But we were alone, and being in the dark and looking out into the lighted space made it easy to see through the sheer curtain. I could distinguish the people passing by on their way to the rest rooms, and the exhilaration of danger made my skin prickle and my passion burn. I like sex under such risky circumstances. Let It Whip by Dazz Band boomed in the ballroom beyond the foyer, while I lie there in the darkness with my legs splayed, enduring a tortuous teasing - tiny little licks, kisses, the tender touching of his lips. "Please, Wes. Please," I thought. His fingertips lightly stroked at the very bottom of my ass near my most private spot and his breath, I could feel his warm breath. I was beginning to squirm, and I feared that our situation might be interrupted and I would be left in my tormented state. "Please, baby," I softly begged, "Please." Wes' slow tongue licked a firm, hot flame through my wet folds and I unwittingly cooed, "Ooo..." He looked up, "shhh...." I nodded with a worried look, uncertain if I would be able to comply. I was too aroused; my nerves were in a froth like a restless sea. He smiled at me, and then he happily returned to licking my fervent treasure. His satisfying attention soothed my nerves, and I relaxed into his luxurious care. I listened to the muffled music and calmly watched Wes so eagerly relish the sweet delicacy between my legs. I put my hand in his hair, and I gently rocked into his handsome face. He sucked in a mouthful, and his tongue and lips began to knead hot, little surges of my gasping pleasure. I had to put my hand over my mouth to quiet my short breaths. "Oh God..." I muttered, while my hand clenched his thick hair. Suddenly, I could feel it rolling up from the depths of the ocean. Extravagant pleasure, edgy and daunting, was quickly filling my veins, my pores, my ability to think, and soon it would overflow in a gush I feared I could not keep quiet. Wes, his face buried and bobbing between my thighs, enthusiastically dined on my lavish pussy, holding me high up near the rapture, and I unconsciously clawed for safe purchase. I wanted...I needed... It was too late. "Oh God," I worried, "here it comes..." Like a massive dam burst, a torrent of hot pleasure raged through my helpless, shuddering body. My blinded eyes opened wide, and I could hear a woman moaning. Somewhere in the grandiose chaos I could see her crying in orgasm. Me! It was me, and I bit down hard on my hand. Wes, my benevolent ruler, commanded my lascivious convulsions - on and on and on I shuddered and shook and clenched, until finally I collapsed into reality and I heard myself pleading, "Stop....stop...." I was slumped and completely still. My skin tingled like cold rain, yet my body seemed to radiate wet heat. I could feel the seatback against my shoulders. I could hear the voices again. Wes wiped his glistening mouth. "That's some sweet, sweet pussy," he whispered, and he placed one more kiss on its swollen folds. I breathed in deep, shaking breaths and stared unfixed at the acoustical tile ceiling. I didn't care where I was. Finally, I calmed my way back down to Earth, and Wes helped me out of the stack of chairs and directed me to, "lean over this table." He stood behind me, and I could hear him unbuckling and unzipping in a fevered hurry. He lifted my dress, and easily guided his thickness into me as I rolled my ass up to meet him. He set his feet, firmly planting his stance, held onto my hips, and then he cocked back and slammed into me. His large hands pulled at my hips with each forceful plunge, again, and again, and again. I could feel my breasts swing with each greedy thump, and then he stopped, repositioned his stance again, and started the hard, demanding fuck all over. He was ravenous, like an insatiable glutton who couldn't possibly get enough. He wanted pay for what he had given, and I was more than willing to submit. He grabbed at my silky ass and squeezed the womanly flesh while he tried to possess me with each demanding, pounding penetration. "You are fucking gorgeous," he praised in a breathless whisper. He pushed me down to lay against the table. I felt the cool surface against my cheek, and my naked ass felt the breeze of the open air, like a light stroke of cool, soft linen. Wes spread my legs wider with his knee and moved his feet even closer until his pubic mound was pressed against the bottom of my round, presented ass. With his hand firmly against the small of my back holding me against the table, he began a commanding, deep fuck such that with each penetration, he waddled his hips and completely buried even the thought of his ambitious cock. I was shamefully wet. Back in the Love by Spencer and Hill boomed in the ballroom and I could feel the bass beat in my chest as it resonated through the table. I had, again, lost all conscious attention as to where we were, and if anyone had peered behind the curtain, we wouldn't have known. As far as I was concerned, I was getting the fuck of a lifetime, and I couldn't have cared less what might have been going on around me. Wes' powerful strokes began to lose their timing and shortly thereafter he stopped moving. I could feel his leg muscles tense; his hands unknowingly held me down tighter. He was pausing on the very edge, and then he plunged and grunted and plunged and grunted and plunged. I could feel his cock pulsing and I pushed my ass up to meet his plunges as he emptied himself into me in our risky seclusion. He stopped moving and panted. I felt rewarded by his satisfaction, and I felt the familiar closeness he and I had shared over the past year. But we quickly became aware of our surroundings, and like an obnoxious child the sound of the people intruded on our privacy and came to stand close by. We reluctantly pulled ourselves together, so close that I could smell the pleasing mix of sweat and starch in his Oxford shirt. He kept glancing at me. I kept glancing at him. Both of us were trying in vain to hold on to intimate moments, because soon my time with the company would be over. "You'd better go," I whispered. Wes sat down on the table. "Wait. How much longer before you leave?" "The contract's up at the end of the year." He took my hand. "I want to keep seeing you." "How would we do that, Wes? We live so far apart." "I don't know," he said. "I want to find a way. Besides Cody, you're all the happiness I have." I felt a surge of fear. "Why don't you leave her, Wes?" "It's not that easy." "Why?" "Custody," he said. "She'll win custody." He looked down like a man defeated. He was right. She probably would win custody even though she spent little time in raising their young son. Either way, a custody battle was not something Wes would put his son through. As he stared at the floor, I could see into the empty room in which he was trapped. People walked by the curtain. "We'll talk on Monday," I said, "but you need to get back. You can't stay back here any longer." "We'll find a way, right?" He said squeezing my hand. "Right?" I pulled on his fingers. "Get up. You have to go." He took a few steps and turned around. "Go," I waved. He looked both ways out of the curtain, and then he stepped out and headed for the men's room. I reached down, slipped on my pumps and then pulled my hair through my hands. I walked a few steps toward the curtain but then stopped and looked back at the room. The top of the bar had a sheen like new asphalt on a deserted street at night. Drink glasses sat motionless as if waiting and hoping for happier times. The chairs were unused, stacked and stored. The darkness in the room began to close around me like the haunting spirit of someone else's loneliness. I walked the remaining few steps to the curtain. The hallway was clear. I checked my posture, blew out a nervous puff of air, and stepped out. It was an empty room again. Peering In Ch. 02 "Who?" "His name is Wes," I said. "Remember the company in Raleigh? The one with the big Christmas parties? He works for them." "I quit trying to keep track of all the companies you work for." Michael leaned forward to see past me, and then made a left turn. "He wants to stay with us?" "Well, no, he's not asking. He's going to be in town and I was going to make the offer." "How well do you know this guy?" "I worked with him for over a year. Do you think I would invite a total stranger to stay with us?" "Well he's a total stranger to me." Michael adjusted his tan Adidas ball cap with the worn brim and then shrugged. "Whatever." "Hey girls," I said toward the backseat, "when we get to the beach, first things first. We're going to put on sunscreen, right?" "Mommy, do we have the spray kind that's not sticky?" "Lauren, honey, we have every kind of sunscreen imaginable." My voice trailed off as my focus shifted to my cell phone and I keyed the following text. "Talked to Michael, u should stay with us, we have a guest suite." Within the minute, my phone vibrated. Wes said: "Ur crazy" Velia said: "Just trying to save you some $$" Wes said: "Just trying to get me killed" Velia said: "Then I could have you stuffed!" Wes said: "Ur the one gonna get stuffed" Velia said: "I hope so!" Wes said: "I'll find a hotel" Velia said: "Stay with us" Wes said: "I'll find a hotel" Velia said: "You'll stay with us" Wes did not respond. I looked out the window past Michael as we cruised south on A1A, and between houses and scrub brush I caught glimpses of the waves breaking on Butler Beach. We were almost to Crescent Beach. I picked up my phone and keyed. "My friend runs the Dallen resort near us. Nice place. I can get u a room @ cost" Wes said: "That works" Velia said: "I'll make reservations 4 u...chicken" Wes said: "bak...bak...ba-cawk!" I couldn't help but to laugh and Michael looked over. "What's so funny?" "Oh, nothing...a text from Gina," I said. "The girl's a riot." ***************** I met Danny for the second time on an unseasonably warm April night with a gusting breeze, a gray sky, and the smell of impending rain. As I walked from my car to the restaurant, I could feel the wind swirl under my high-waisted, floral print miniskirt and brazenly run its dirty hands up the inside of my naked thighs. Arousal purred inside me, because the wind reminded me that I wasn't wearing underwear. I arrived at Bristo's first, a mid-priced Italian restaurant with candlelit booths and a Tuscan motif. It's a large place with an expansive bar that includes plush, upholstered seats in the lounging area. I set myself up into a barstool and ordered a glass of Riesling, but I soon felt Danny squeeze my shoulders from behind. "Hey, good lookin," he said. I was surprised to see that he was wearing a button-down shirt, open at the collar, since he's a machinist. As he took a seat in the barstool next to me I asked, "Did you guys have visitors at work today?" "No," he said looking down at his shirt, "I just figured this place was a little 'high-society'." "Well," I smiled, "I thought I might expand your horizons." "Expand MY horizons? Hell girl, fore I'm done with you, you'll be puttin your own worms on the hook." "Don't hold your breath." Danny was a hunting-fishing kind of guy who drove a four-wheel drive truck with a gun rack, smoke stacks, and tires the size of France. Okay, so it didn't really have smoke stacks, but you get the picture. Smoke stacks or not, Danny had a heart of gold. He was a thirty-eight year old Southern gentleman, handsome and husky, with a buzz haircut and a dark goatee he kept short and well defined. He was a high school graduate who seemed a little intimidated by the professional abbreviations on my business card, but that was a genuine sign of his modesty. He was one of the nicest people I've ever met. Nevertheless, Danny and I had absolutely nothing in common. "You said you were in court today?" He asked. "Yeah. Giving testimony." "But you're not a lawyer, right?" I swallowed some wine and place the glass on the bar. "That's right. I do financial forensics." "You dig up the dirt on people who been stealing from the company." "Umm...mostly. We do a lot of other stuff too." Danny slowly turned his beer glass. "Sounds like that would get some people really pissed off." "If you're going to lie, cheat, and steal, you've kinda got it coming, don't you?" "I reckon," he shrugged. Then he reached over and touched my arm. "Hey, you ever eat possum?" The thought made my stomach turn, and I emphatically told him, "No!" I leaned away and looked at him with disgust while wondering, "What kind of person would eat a giant rat?" He nonchalantly looked out over the bar, casually lifted his beer to his mouth, and then paused with the glass almost touching his lips. "Yeah, me neither," he said calmly. Then he looked at me with a wide grin. "But I had you goin' for a second there." It was a fun evening and we were having a good time reviewing our different lifestyles, but he didn't care about financial forensics and I didn't care about hunting deer. We were there for something else, and when the conversation lulled, our eyes whispered the sins that our minds were thinking. At times, he would boldly admire my erotic mouth, and I could see him debating, "Is she simply defining her lips, or is she being subtly suggestive?" Lip liner can be a maddeningly ambiguous tease. In the mirror behind the bar's liquor bottles, I discreetly watched his eyes fondle my audacious breasts and wallow in the cuddling flesh of my supple thighs. As I looked to the side, he had no idea that I could see him rub his mouth with the palm of his hand and ache to crawl right up under my little skirt. His covert lusting warmed the wine in my stomach and made my skin flush. I was becoming wet between my legs, and the urge to be sinful was humming like a fervent bee hive in my chest. Danny took my hand. "Yur the perttiest damn thing I ever did see. Ya know that?" "Thank you," I smiled coyly, but underneath I was growing impatient. I wanted him to make his move. I wanted to be bad, and the unrelenting carnal hunger was growing uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat and thought to myself, "Is he even going to try?" "...whatdaya think?" He said. I wasn't listening. I had no idea what he just said. "I'm sorry. What?" "It's kinda loud in here, ain't it?" "Yeah." I lied. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you." He hesitated for a moment. "I said why don't we go out to the car. It'll be easier to talk out there." Finally, he was making his move. It was about time. "That's a great idea," I said, trying to appear unassuming, but God! How I love the surge I feel when I know I'm about to get new cock. As we exited the restaurant I told him, "we'd better go to my car. I have on heels, so I can't be climbing a ladder to get into your truck." "You keep being a wise ass and yur gonna find yourself turned over my knee." "Oh," I blinked. "What a terrible shame that would be." It was cozy and intimate inside my car, which was backed into a space at the rear of the lot along the exit aisle. We had a clear view of Bristo's straight ahead, since it sat on a slight hill about 10 or 15 parking spaces away, and we could see people coming and going through the front door. Danny examined my car interior with curiosity, and then he turned toward me. "So tell me somethin'," he said. "Why are you on a dating site for married people?" I lifted an eyebrow. "The same reason you are, I would guess." "No. You told me in an email somewheres that your sex life with your husband was great." Danny gently held my forearm and stroked it with his thumb. "So what gives?" I was afraid to answer his question truthfully, and the silence in the car became thick and claustrophobic, but he did not ease the tension. Instead, he patiently waited, and I could hear my heart beat in my ears. "Come on, purty girl. Tell me the truth." "You really want to know?" Danny smiled. "That's why I'm askin.'" "Alright then," I said. My eyes lifted to his and I became a bit cavalier. "I like cheating." "So yur just not gettin' enough?" "Not exactly." Car headlights panned across us as someone turned onto the exit aisle. "I said, I like cheating." Danny looked puzzled. "You mean you like doin other guys just because your husband don't know?" I reached over and slid my fingers across the crotch of his pants. "Is that a problem?" He looked down and watched my feminine fingers stroke. "It ain't a problem for me." He leaned closer, and our lips softly met. We kissed deep, then hungry, then ravenous in that shadowed interior. His mouth demanded more, and my mouth gladly gave in. His hands fondled my ample breasts, feeling their weight and grabbing for handfuls. I pushed him back and pulled my sleeveless tank over my head. Danny quickly looked left and right outside the car to see if anyone might spy us, and I giggled, "Are you worried?" "No," he said, taking one more nervous glance out the windows. I looked him in the eye, took hold of the front clasp of my bra, unhooked it, and felt the weight of my proudly displayed breasts as I pulled the bra away. "Shut my mouth," Danny gawked. "Damn! Girl! Them two melons would win first prize at the county fair!" I held them up and squeezed them together. "Holy hell them things is fine!" he said, and then his eyes darted for one more check around the car. I held up my left breast, put my right hand behind his head, and gently pulled him toward the nipple. "Take this, baby," I said in a soft, motherly tone, "right here." His mouth latched onto the cone of the luscious nipple, and I watched him suckle like a hungry baby. "Yes, yes" I said softly, "that's good." My manicured hand lightly stroked the back of his head as I nurtured him to my breast. He sucked with his eyes closed, and I watched his stubbled cheeks flex as I caringly held him there to take his nourishment. I moved my hand from the back of his head, and I gently stroked his temple. "You like that, baby?" He did not answer. He was suckling. "Yes," I smiled, while I lovingly soothed his face with the side of my thumb, "you like that don't you baby." I looked up and watched people silently amble across the parking lot to and from Bristo's. I could not hear them. I could only hear the smacking of Danny's hungry sucking. I swapped hands and held up my other breast from underneath. I moved it toward his suckling mouth and coaxed him to that erect nipple. With the reaching eagerness of an infant, he latched on and quietly sucked, and I felt a hot sizzle burn a path from his mouth to the wet mound between my legs. It made me shiver. While Danny fed on one breast, the other nipple he just left tingled like ice in a breeze. It was hard and large and sensitive, and the areola, now puffy from his sucking, was slick and glistening wet in the dim parking-lot light. I lightly squeezed it between my thumb and index finger, rolling it round and round while his tongue stroked the other. He held up both breasts, wrapping his hands from underneath, and his mouth alternated from one nipple to the other. My eyes followed his enthusiastic mouth and I watched, so close to my face, as he sucked in each puffy, succulent cone. My arousal seemed to fill the car. I tried to rub my soaking wet loins against the seat, or my skirt, or myself, or anything. God! Anything! I needed more, and I reached down and tugged at his belt. He took over, unbuckling it, and unzipping and opening his jeans. "Pull them down," I instructed. Danny looked around cautiously as he pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. His erect cock flopped down and lay against the tail of his light blue, button-down shirt. I put my mouth against his, kissing him deeply, and I gripped his hard, warm flesh. It felt good in my small hand. It felt like a moment of triumph. I looked down at it -- his thickness wrapped in my petite, white-tipped fingers -- and I began to stroke it lightly, those white tips delicately cherishing his turgid length. I watched his erection stand each time I tenderly fondled the head. It made me smile, and I asked him, "Mmm...you like that?" "Ahh, fuck yeah..." I leaned over and seductively whispered into his ear. "My husband's name is Michael." Danny turned his head trying to look at me out the corner of his eye, confused at my comment. "Would you like Michael's wife to suck on your cock, Danny?" "Here?" He asked, looking around. "Right here?" I gave a short giggle. "Yes, right here." I moved in close, my lips almost touching his ear, and whispered. "You can watch all the people while Michael's wife gives you head." My fingertips continued to stroke the firm head I wanted in my mouth. "Wouldn't you like that, baby?" Danny squirmed in his seat and all he could do was to gasp, "Oh God..." I slid down and got comfortable. I tossed my black hair to the side, and ever so gently I took the unfamiliar cockhead into my warm, caring mouth. He sighed in a low voice, "Ohhhh...shit...." With the gentlest touch, my wet lips leisurely slid onto another man's obscene head like a soft, lingering kiss, and I held my lips there, savoring the feel of the thick, sinful flesh in my mouth. Then so slowly I pulled them back to the tip and started the vulgar tease all over again. At a snail's pace, my plump lips tenderly slithered over and around Danny's delicious crown as he mumbled in tortured pleasure. "Ohhh, man....Ohhh, man..." I sat up with my hand gripping his thick flesh, and I put my mouth right up to his ear again. "You like that. Don't you, Danny?" "Baby, I ain't never felt anything so good before." "Good. I like it too," I whispered. "And who did I tell you I was?" "Michael's wife." "Yes," I smiled, "that's right. And what would you like me to do?" "Suck my cock." I giggled again. "Who, Danny? Who do you want to suck your cock?" He swallowed. "I want Michael's wife to suck my cock." "Where?" "Right here." "Right here in this parking lot?" "Yes," he said. "Say it, Danny. Say it." "I want Michael's wife to suck me off right here in this parking lot." I beamed a broad smile. "That's much better," I giggled. I tenderly kissed his earlobe, and then my head sank back down to my salacious prize. With much pleasure, my married mouth gently caressed and served and pampered the forbidden cock, teasing it with warm, feminine gentleness until it was begging hard and suffering. I opened my mouth wide and I calmly went down deep, deeper until I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose. Danny's voice trembled, "Ah,ah...oh God..." I sucked hard on the mouthful of flesh, as if I might extend his dick with my boastful suction. Danny put his hand on the back of my head. He lifted his hips and his enforcing hand held my face to his greedy cock. I love it when a man begins to lose control, and I could feel arousal burn in my gut. He put both hands around my head and held me in place while he squirmed with his extended cock deep in my strongly sucking mouth. "Oh God," he kept mumbling, "Oh God..." He was tensing up and then I heard muffled voices. "Somebody's coming," Danny warned. I looked out the window to see two couples right across the exit aisle in front of the car, maybe 20 feet away. I turned to him, "Nobody's coming yet. But you will be in a minute." I sank back down, "Tell me what we're doing, Danny" I requested in a humble voice, and then I took his cock back into my obliging mouth and sucked with love. "Is that what you want, dirty girl?" He asked, looking down at me. "Umm, hmm." "You want me to talk to you -- tell you what's goin on -- until I cum in your mouth?" His dirty words breathed a conflagration in my chest. "Deeper," he demanded, and I moved down more. "Come on, baby, more than that...deeper." His cock filled the back of my throat, and I gagged. "Oh yeah," he gloated, "you keep suckin girl. You gonna get what you want." I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled my tongue across his magic spot and just as I expected, he reacted. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed. I did it again. "Oh! Darlin, yeah!" I moved my head in little circles while my tongue lashed jolts of pleasure across his magic spot. "Don't stop, baby," he said. "Don't stop. You gonna make me cum with them people right there, aren't ya?" I could feel his hand on the back of my head again, resting there kindly, as if to say, "thank you." His hips were gently rocking in rhythm with my eagerly stroking tongue. "I'm watching them," he said. "They're over there talking. They don't know Michael's wife's about to make me cum in her mouth." I could feel him tensing again. He was unaware that his hand was gripping the back of my head, but my tongue kept affectionately stroking. "Michael don't know I'm about to cum in his wife's mouth." He began to pant. "Get ready, baby....here it cums..." He tensed, pushed his feet out, and then jettisoned the first shot. "Oh!" He flinched, and my tongue stroked for the next shot, "Ohhh...." He flinched again, and my tongue slid for more, "ahhh....ahhh..." He kept cumming and groaning and my tongue kept pampering and begging, "more baby, give me more." I could hear the voices outside the car, while my mouth gladly serviced the powerfully convulsing cock. Danny gasped and flinched and squirmed until finally, he had nothing left to give. I had taken it all. I pulled off and swallowed, and then dutifully returned to softly suck on his still hard flesh. He panted with his head laid back against the headrest, while my mouth gently adored his satisfied cock. "That was fucking incredible," he said. I sucked with gentle affection, then I kissed his cockhead and layed his meat down on his shirt tail. "Mmm, that was very nice," I said as I sat up and looked out the windshield. "And those people are still there. Right outside the car." Danny smiled. *********************** When I arrived home Michael was already in bed, sitting up and watching TV. "So how was your GNO?" (Girls' Night Out) He asked. "Good!" I said, and I stepped into the master bath. I brushed my teeth, got dressed in a nightshirt, and climbed into the bed up close to Michael. He turned the TV down. "So you had a good time?" "I had a great time," I smiled. "How was your meal?" "It was really good. I stuffed myself." "Well I'm glad you had a good time. Who all went this time?" I didn't want to dodge anymore questions, so I climbed up and straddled his lap. "You know that I'm always horny after a GNO." Within ten minutes or so, Michael was giving me a vigorous pounding. "You're really wet, baby," he said. "What's got you so horny?" "I just gave a man head in a parking lot," I thought, but I didn't say a word. I smiled, raised my knees higher, and enjoyed the hard fuck I was getting from my loving husband. I cradled his face in my hands, looked into his eyes, and thought to myself, "I love two-dick days." Peering Through Peering through the blinds, He half-smiled at the falling sun. “Soon, ” he thought, “any minute now.” He pulled the blinds closed again and continued to pace the kitchen floor. The heavy clomp, clomp of His boots falling into a hypnotic rhythm as He walked, He catalogued His preparations yet again. Covered head to toe in black leather, He would appear to most as terrifying at the moment, yet He was now at His greatest level of comfort. Wide-brimmed leather hat, leather face mask, leather gloves, leather vest covering a leather torso harness, leather pants tailor-fit for maneuverability and to accentuate His most obvious body features, leather motorcycling boots, and under it all a tight leather thong holding His firmly bound package behind a zippered front for access. There was just something powerful in wearing the skin of another beast. He had stashed His bag of supplies in the dresser, knowing full well that Her first destination would be the bathroom rather than the bedroom, and as He would take her in the hall, She would not have time to discover this or His other preparations. He focused His pacing into the hallway and bedroom, where He perused the layout of the room, noticing with a grin that He couldn’t see the chains and restraints attached to the four corners of the bed, even though He knew where to look for them. Her surprise would be complete. He heard the car drive into the garage, and strode quickly and calmly into the guest bedroom, where He would have an unobstructed view of the front door, hallway, and bathroom door. Stepping back into the room, He extinguished the light and blended into the shadows. She opened the door casually, greeting the cat as She walked in, and setting Her keys on a side table She closed the door firmly behind Her, pausing for a moment to contemplate the door. “Good, ” He thought, “Her curiosity is peaked.” He had purposely left the door unlocked to plant suspicion in Her mind, and even at this distance He could feel the tension rising. She crossed the hall, as He expected She would, and entered the bathroom. She turned up the light, placed Her purse at her feet, tied Her hair into a ponytail, and bent to wash Her face. He peered at Her from the dark room, admiring the rise of Her thighs and the round bulge of Her ass as She bent over the sink. Knowing the time was ripe, He strode quickly to the door, into the hallway, and through the bathroom door, stopping short just behind Her. His entrance had been perfectly timed, as She couldn’t hear His heavy strides while Her face was submerged in the sink, and the look of complete surprise and utter terror was priceless to Him. He felt His cock start to swell within its secure package, His lust increasing with Her fear, and in one smooth move pulled a pair of police-style cuffs and locked them onto Her wrists behind her back while She remained stunned. The cold steel on Her wrists seemed to wake Her from shock, and she jerked away from Him, stepping further into the bathroom and screaming like a banshee. Pulling a lock-blade from His back pocket, He advanced steadily on Her, opening the knife conspicuously in front of Her to build on the fear He had generated. She had backed into a corner, as frightened victims sometimes will predictably do, but had not stopped screaming yet, so He put His left hand firmly over her mouth (taking care not to block her nose) and pressed the knife towards Her throat, quickly flipping the blade over in His hand once out of Her peripheral vision so as to lay the flat of the blade against Her neck. Her screaming stopped abruptly when She felt the chill of the blade, and She looked into His eyes with the same expression as an animal caught in a trap. “One more cry for help, or even one attempt to escape me and I will stop your beating heart with this blade, ” He told Her, close to Her ear where She could feel the heat of His breath. He let His facial hair brush against Her neck, bringing her to fits of trembling and shivering. If not for His intimate knowledge of this One, and the scent of Her excitement, He would have truly felt criminal, but as it was He surged with adrenaline and desire though He remained in staunch control of Himself. He grabbed Her by the ponytail with His left hand, releasing Her mouth but not Her gaze, or His blade from Her neck. He pulled downward slightly on Her hair causing Her head to tilt back at an odd angle, but one that brought Her eyes away from His own while He still controlled every movement of Her head. She struggled slightly, but pressure from the blade and another harder tug on Her hair brought Her Quickly in line. He led Her out of the bathroom like this, into the hallway, and into the master bedroom. He lowered Her face first onto the bed as if He were laying Her over His knee to be spanked. The picture of it would burn into His mind as He stepped back and took in the scene before Him. He saw a redness beginning to form around Her wrists from the tightness of the cuffs. Reaching back and opening the dresser drawer, He pulled out His supply bag and laid it on the bed where it could easily be seen, but not touched by Her. He unbuckled the bag, a black leather medical-type satchel, and pulled out a six-foot length of cotton rope. Placing one knee on the bed beside Her and bracing Himself with the other, He pressed His tortured and bound cock into her thigh as He tied Her already bound hands in a slipped figure-eight cuff. He then released the metal-cuffs with a key tucked into the fifth pocket of His jean-cut pants, folded the cuffs, and returned them to His back pocket. Looking around the room, He spied a padded footstool shaped like a short piano bench. “Stay, ” He commanded Her, and in five strides had crossed to the wall, retrieved the footstool, and returned. He placed the stool under her hanging knees, checked the stability of this arrangement, and reached again into the bag. Pulling out a wide pair of leather cuffs, He locked them around Her lower thighs, buckles in, and then reached back into the dresser, retrieving a three-foot long steel bar of about an inch in thickness. This bar had welded loops on each end with attached clips, which He quickly and smoothly clicked into place on the cuffs around Her thighs forcing Her legs far apart. Her whimpering became more apparent, and He checked the tightness of the ropes on Her wrists in response. Finding no discoloration or obvious temperature change in Her hands, He placed His mouth directly over Her ear and said, “Save your voice, there’s plenty of time to scream later.” She began to cry. Breathing heavily in Her ear, He could no longer hide His excitement. To offset Her awareness of this He pulled Her skirt over Her back and slapped Her pussy. His hand made a wet smack as He punished Her pussy, and once it had reddened significantly He slid two fingers deep into Her recesses, then pulled His fingers out as she started to moan. He rubbed Her juices on Her mouth and lips, biting Her ear simultaneously as He slapped Her hard on the fleshy part of Her ass. “I knew you were a dirty bitch, ” He said, “dirty bitches never wear panties.” Rubbing His hand over her spread pussy, He continued to spank her. He began high on Her buttocks, gradually lowering His blows until He reached the sweet spot. Twenty blows He rained on Her ass, until it blushed as brightly as Her face. Then He stood suddenly, dropping His pants. He could hold back no longer. He unzipped his cock pouch, allowing His curiously bent seven inches to fall free. He climbed onto the bed, positioning Himself so that Her mouth was directly over His cock. He held Her hair with His right hand while He cupped His left around Her neck. “If you bite me I’ll choke you, bitch,” He said, “you hear me?” He forced Her mouth down over His cock slowly, feeling the tightness of Her nervous lips, the warmth of Her tongue, the wetness as Her mouth literally watered for Him. Three, four, five strokes now, He pushed Her head farther down over His shaft each time until He could feel the head of His cock against the back of Her throat. He pressed the toe of His polished boot against Her quivering pussy, moving slowly and firmly against Her clit until He felt Her grinding Her hips back against Him in time. He pulled Her head off of Him, feeling His point of orgasm growing. Working His body from under Her shoulders, He climbed back off of the bed and mounted Her from behind, slamming His full erection into Her pussy with all the strength He could muster. Her gasp and moan to follow nearly brought Him to peak despite the minor break in action, and He slapped Her asshole five times to bring Himself back into focus. He then placed one foot on the bed to gain a height advantage, and began dropping His full weight into each stroke of His hips. The verbal explosions of ecstasy that soon escaped Her were too much for Him to overcome and He felt His orgasm rising quickly. He reached back between His legs, without missing a beat, and pressed firmly on the spot between His balls and asshole, recycling His cum and extending the play into the next orgasm. His body rocked with pleasure, and He felt Her body riding the same wave, but He didn’t let the intensity drop. Instead He reached around Her body and squeezed the meat of Her nipple between His forefinger and thumb, timing the pressure He applied with the convulsions of Her body. She came again with the extra stimulation, and then collapsed in a heap of drool, cum, sweat, and heavy breathing. She passed out soon after, and He finished Her bindings while she slept. When She awoke, she found Her hands and feet bound in leather cuffs and chain, the spreader bar still attached, Her body clean, and Him standing watch over Her. “You’ve had a long day, you needed a nap, ” He said, “we’ll be busy tonight, and you’ll need all of your energy.” He chuckled a deep tenor laugh, and then pulled a rubber flogger from behind His back. “This is just starting to get fun.” Two hours later, He gazed at Her ravenously. She had slept, but He had been alert and in anticipation, lying in wait for Her to regain Her senses. Now that She had opened Her eyes He could continue His “assault” on Her helplessly bound body. Placing the rubber flogger on the bed at Her feet, He circled the bed ominously. He rechecked the security of the cuffs binding Her wrists and ankles, and the circulation of Her extremities. Coming back to the foot of the bed, He leaned forward and gave the spreader bar between Her sweet thighs a solid tug to be sure that it too was secure, and to let Her know how little control she had over Her body at the moment. Conscious now, She was already visibly wet, and He wondered for a moment if that wetness had ever subsided as she slept. Truly it must have, for He knew that He had cleaned Her well before finishing the bindings on Her slumbering form. The sight and smell of Her need for Him brought an evil grin to His face, and He noted the anxious look on Her face as Her eyes followed His every movement. He had predicted that she would watch Him closely and had placed His bag of tricks on the floor at the foot of the bed, just slightly out of Her visible range, just to tease Her more. He leaned forward suddenly onto the bed, launching His face into Her pussy as He reached around Her legs and pushed Her thighs a little higher, further exposing Her still flush folds of flesh. Like a hungry animal He lapped and nibbled and bit at Her sensitive labia and clit, pulling Her hips closer into His face and grinding His mouth and nose into Her crotch. He smeared Her warm secretions all over His face and Her thighs, musing to Himself that they must both look like glazed doughnuts now. He continued His near-cannibalism, sinking His tongue deep into Her recesses and folding and twirling it within Her until She began to moan loudly. He watched Her every movement intensely, waiting for that perfect moment. She began grinding Her hips on Her own, reaching as it were for His tongue, and He new she grew close to peak again though Her cries of “Please stop, why are you doing this?” said otherwise. Her heavy breath was rhythmic, grew accelerated, and then became an outright pant. He smiled through His wide-open mouth as He ran His tongue up and down Her slit, pressing firmly against Her engorged clit. He knew she was close as Her panting became gasping. He began flat-tonguing Her pussy, spreading the sensation over the entire surface of Her sex as she cried out “STOP PLEASE, I don’t want to cum for you!!” Pausing for an instant to wet the middle and forefinger of His left hand, He pressed the thumb of the same hand against Her clit and slid the fingers deep into Her hot pussy and continued to suck and bite on Her labia. He felt the muscles within Her contract as she began to cum, and knew that perfect time had come. His right hand reached forward and squeezed Her full breast, His hand slipping against the glistening sweat on Her chest, and His tongue went suddenly south. Keeping a frantic pace with both hands, one pinching Her nipple, the other riding Her clit and G-spot, His tongue circled firmly on the outer ring of Her bunghole slowly in contrast to the sensations of the rest of Her body. He knew that while She rode the wave of this orgasm, She wouldn’t be able to take Her mind off the intense stimulation consuming Her posterior. His tongue began flicking back and forth over Her hole, each brush bringing another convulsing wave of she-cum, and as the fifth wave of orgasm overtook Her helpless form He dipped His tongue two inches into Her ass and began to roll His tongue within Her. Simultaneously, He released Her breast and grabbed the flogger (the one that She had surely forgotten by now) and began to rain light blows down upon Her aching breasts. Her breasts were monumental things to behold, natural 38DD, and He had no problems hitting the mark. Five, then ten blows to each breast and She began to scream like a banshee. Tears rolled from Her eyes as She howled yet Her hips continued to press against His face and tongue and He knew that She could take more despite Her seeming complaints. He reached down to the foot of the bed with the toes of His right foot and pulled His bag of tricks onto the bed, never breaking stride with hands or tongue. He knew His toys intimately, and could identify them blindly by touch. Finding His prize, He pulled out a strange looking device that seemed for all intents and purposes to be part bullet vibrator, part anal dildo, and part cock-ring all rolled into one gel piece adorned with a lion’s head just over the cock-ring area. He worked the cock-ring over His already growing member and positioned the device properly, all completely out of Her line-of-sight. He knew that Her last orgasm had passed, but could feel another rising within Her inner depths, so He stopped suddenly and sat upright pulling Her hips towards Himself to the greatest extent that the bonds would allow. Her arms were now stretched high over Her head, Her knees aloft, and Her entire pelvic area extremely exposed. “Oh God, please stop, I can’t cum any more, PLEASE, ” She begged, as He reached again into the bag and retrieved a cat-o-nine constructed of soft deerskin strips. Placing the cat on the bed, He pulled some lubricant from His bag and began applying it liberally to Her ass and pussy, and then to His toy. She had finally noticed the attachment on His cock and She gasped. “Please don’t put that in me, ” She said, “I’ll do anything You want.” Her tone was desperate, and Her teary eyes were full of fear. “THIS is what I want, whore, ” He replied, “and You’ll do what I want anyway. You don’t have a choice. If you please Me, then you’ll live to see the sun rise. That is Your only hope” He slapped Her pussy several times, bringing that rush of blood back to the surface, and pressed the tip of the dildo to Her ass (which was now moist not only from the lube but also from the dripping of Her wet pussy). He eased the dildo in slowly, working the first bulb in until He felt it pass the inner ring of muscle. Then He inserted the tip of His cock into Her swollen pussy hole, all the time rubbing gently against Her clit with His right hand. Once He had both dildo and cock inside of Her He thrust fully with His hips, stretching both holes and filling Her completely. This sensation brought another scream from Her lips as the lion’s head rammed into Her clit with the full thrust. She could not escape it, and apparently She didn’t intend to as He felt Her grind Her hips further into Him. He moved in and out of Her with a steady rhythm, and He could feel the pressure of the dildo running against His cock through the walls of Her pussy. Another twenty minutes later and She was screaming as if She were doomed to die, as He finally turned on the vibration. They both came together, rocked by wave after wave of orgasm until both could barely breathe. He released Her bonds and cleaned Her glowing body, packed His bag of tricks, and turned to Her as He approached the bedroom door. “You’ve pleased me, so you’ll live,” He said tauntingly. “I’ve cut your phone line so don’t try to call for help. I know you enjoyed Me, so don’t try to say otherwise. I’ll be back.” He turned and strode from the room. She heard the door shut, and straining harder heard no more footsteps. “If He’s coming back, ” She thought, “I’ll be waiting for Him this time, ” and She wore an evil grin of Her own.