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Poison

By: magmaman



Mike looked around the sparse apartment he had rented. He would have preferred to be back home in his own country house but the soft little redhead named Patty that he had married was there and he could not go home.

Things don't always work out as planned.

Plus he was so completely pissed off at her that even thinking about it put him into a rage.

Mike now knew had been had, completely and totally. He had snapped up the bait like a hungry Bass at a baby bullhead.

He went over to the tiny fridge and grabbed a can of economy beer, popped the top and took a sip.

How beer in a can can get that skunky taste was beyond him, but this crap sure did taste like that.

It seemed like everything he did, everything he touched lately was either shit or quickly turned to shit.

And it all started with his meeting that god damned fucking redhead!

Tipping his can of beer back, he picked up the papers. Patty had also filed for a divorce, citing his being "brutal and out of control" and demanding an "equal and fair division of marital assets."

How long had the marriage lasted, a few months?

Mike sighed and plopped down in the lumpy easy chair, tried to kick his feet up, but the chair lever wouldn't lock.

"Fuck! Just FUCK!" He exploded in rage, throwing the can at the wall. It hit and exploded in a spray of foam and rolled across the floor.

"Hey, hold it down over there, asshole!" The guy in the next room yelled.

Mike stood up and thought for a moment of going over there and fucking the guy up, then he sat back down. 

The vision of locking his fingers around Patty's throat and squeezing slid into his mind, then the way her body was, the crazy way she made love poured over that.

He hated her, but the idea of her, the way she was still gave him an erection. 

His brother Martin had been right.

Mike was out of his fucking mind.

+++

It all started because of some eggs and hash browns. That was all Mike wanted, he was hungry.

He asked his brother Martin who was his partner to take over the pumps of the gas station they owned, he was going to go get something to eat.

Like most men living by themselves, breakfast was a sometimes thing, usually he was running on coffee all morning at work, then he would try to find a few minutes to sneak away and eat something.

Barely 31, Mike still had the energy of youth but his lousy lifestyle was beginning to take it's toll. The hard work of running a business did keep him somewhat in shape, and now he nearly always had some cash in his jeans.

Mike and Martin got along pretty well, Martin had spent years in the Marines and never really wanted to talk about any of that much.

Something had happened though, Martin came home half again bigger than when he left, and his manner was much more quiet than before. The kid that left home came back almost completely different, Mike tried a few times to ask him about all of that but without fail he was met with a look that let him know that was off limits.

But now that Martin was back home, he and his wife had settled down, had two kids and seemed happy. Martin's wife Tina was a tiny little thing, always a smile on her face. Mike knew that Martin was happy with her, and unlike Mike, Martin showed no interest in the solid string of females that came in for fuel or service.

Mike looked though, and sometimes he managed to catch one for a brief period. Martin just shook his head at Mike's antics, a few times telling him that he needed to pick one and settle down.

Mike never did go into the service, instead he had spent the last decade playing the field, looking for something and never appearing to ever find it.

Hooking up as partners and trying to make a go of the business world was good for both of them, the income was steady and solid, now Mike had a dab of money. He had even put money down on ten acres of land with an old farm house and barn on it.

With Martin's solid direction Mike had stopped bouncing from one dead end job to another.

"OK. Hey, try that joint on 39th and Everett, that old lady that runs the place puts on a pretty good spread." Martin told him as he headed out the door to serve a customer.

Mike had driven by there but never stopped, normally he went to the pancake place father down by the freeway exit. 

He hopped into his white 1966 Chevy Nova and pulled off the lot. Martin had helped him pull the little inline six cylinder engine and swing the 375 horsepower 327 inch V-8 in there. It had big wide tires on the rear, two four barrel carbs, shiny wheels, and no one could miss him coming down the road due to the large 3" dual exhaust system.

Sure, it was a kid's car but Mike liked it, and he really liked the fact that all he had to do was tease the gas pedal and all hell would break loose.

"Good thing we own a gas station!" Martin had wise cracked as Mike rolled back onto the lot after the first test drive, a big grin on his face.

The machine made him feel like a kid, too. Mike wanted to be a kid, getting older was something he had plans on putting off as long as possible.

+++

"Hell, why not try the tiny little cafe?" Mike thought. He was starving and the place was less than a half mile, closer than the pancake joint. He had seen it many times since it was right there on his route to work, it was small and didn't look like much. 

But the parking lot was always jammed, that's usually a pretty good sign.

Mike sat down at the counter, there were four tables in there and all of them were full. The two stools on the end were vacant, so he took the very end one. He could see an old woman that looked to be about 70 or so in there cooking, every couple of minutes she shoved a plate up on the counter between the kitchen and the room and rang a little bell.

Mike snickered to himself at that, hell, she was maybe six feet from the waitress, why the bell?

"Sara! Order up!" The old woman called out.

A pretty young woman went over and grabbed an armload of plates and went over to one of the tables. Mike checked out her ass when she bent over the table to set down the order.

Not bad at all, he thought.

"Patty! If you are done with your break, I could use a hand out here!" The one Mike took to be Sara yelled towards the back as she returned for more loaded plates.

Mike looked up as the redhead came around the corner. 

His breath caught in his throat.

"Need a menu, honey?" She looked at him through round wire frame glasses. Her eyes were a deep blue green, her hair was every color of red and brown there is, hanging in waves clear to her shoulders. And Freckles! Freckles everywhere, even on her round face. Her lips were full, almost like she was pouting, she had that slight sway to her back that exudes sexuality, the slacks she wore showed her perfect curved behind.

The picture was not one of a woman that was pretty, not in the classical sense, rather the entire picture created something else.

That something else was sex!

Mike sat there with a stupid look on his face, a full blown erection creating a nearly instant bulge in his pants.

Even though he was still young at barely 31, no female had ever caused any reaction in him like that before, not almost instant.

"You OK, sweetie?" She smiled, it was almost a smirk. The look on her face made it clear that she knew exactly what his reaction was.

"...Uhh..yea, can I get some eggs and hash browns, maybe some toast?" Mike managed.

"Sure, coffee?" She was grinning now.

"Uhh..black tea, please. With some honey."

"Tea? Really?" She tipped her head and looked at him more closely.

Mike nodded, he didn't like coffee during the day since he drank a full pot every single morning.

Patty smiled, one eyebrow raised slightly, turned sideways and actually seemed to pose for a moment. It was clear that she did not bother with a bra, her breasts formed a perfect bulge, the puckered nipples creating a bump in the thin cloth.

Lord.

Mike gulped, doing his best to control himself and failing miserably at that.

Mike finished his meal, watching the woman every time she wasn't looking. He didn't want to make it appear too obvious, but she caught his gaze several times, each time a soft smile crossed her lips. There was no opportunity to try and talk to her since the cafe was far to busy, so all Mike could do was watch her.

When he finished his meal, she came and took his plate.

"Anything else, honey?" She asked, looking directly at him with that same knowing smile.

"No, thanks. I need to get back to the shop." Mike wanted desperately to ask her out but there were people everywhere close by.

Back at the gas station, he told Martin about her.

"Oh, the redhead? The one with the big hair and those silly looking crossed tops with her tits hanging out, kind of homely?"

"Homely? Hell, that is the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life!" Mike protested.

Besides, she had on a pretty white blouse with fringes?

"Yer outa yer fucking mind!" Martin laughed, then he headed out to serve someone.

"I am going to marry that one." Mike told Martin when he came back in.

"You are nuts, that broad will eat you alive. She looks like one of those that will spread for anybody. Why don't you go finish that set of cylinder heads, the guy keeps calling, he is driving me fucking nuts." Martin told him with a disgusted look. 

"And if you really need to find someone, come on over and meet Tina's girl friend Kathleen." Martin said as he headed out the door again.

Martin had mentioned a woman they knew named Kathleen a couple of times. Some lady with a kid that had moved in next door to them? 

Just what he needed, someone with a kid.

He just shrugged, his brother never did have any taste in women. Several times at his brother's house there would be a single woman there, usually someone's ex-wife or one of Tina's friends.

Well, maybe he did, Martin's wife Tina was a stone fox but since they both were older, all their friends were in their later 30's and more.

Besides, parties at their house were sitting around talking, sometimes cooking outside in their back yard.

Boring as hell.

Mike liked the young tight ones, Martin had often shook his head at Mike's tastes in females.

+++

Mike ate at the little cafe every single day for the next week, just watching the redhead. The damned place was always mayhem, that old woman could cook and she made sure you didn't leave hungry.

There just was no quiet moment when he could actually chat her up some, see what he could manage.

Mike did discover what Martin meant about the tops that Patty wore, most of the time she had on the kind that draped across her upper body and tied in the back, or on the side, leaving the inside upper portion of her breasts and the lower part of her tummy bare. That was sexy as hell, since she looked like she was going to pop out any second.

Mike figured that part was just to help with tips, it seemed to work, too. Mike made sure he always left her a very nice tip himself.

He guessed her to be in her mid twenties, then Mike overheard the other girl called Sara mentioning a birthday party they had planned.

It was going to be Patty's 19th, that was a surprise. He hadn't realized she was quite that young.

Patty looked over at Mike, caught him looking at her for the umpteenth time, then she walked up and asked him if he would like to come to their party.

He told her he would like nothing more.

Man. That was easy, he thought.

+++

There must have been 50 people there when he pulled up at what was just a large mobile home on blocks, with a huge yard in the back. They had a bonfire going, and music playing very loudly.

Mike looked around, he didn't know a single soul. He did wander over to the beer keg, found a paper cup and got some.

"Hey, you!" He heard a voice, looked over and there she was. She stepped up close to him, very close. His nostrils caught a whiff of some kind of perfume.

She looked different, dressed in tan slacks and a simple white t-shirt.

"You made it, neat." Patty grinned, her hand drifting lightly down his bicep. She took his hand and led him over to a group of people, introducing him. They were all passing a joint back and forth. They handed the thing to Mike, he had never touched the stuff and had no idea at all what it did other than what he had heard, but not wanting to appear out of the loop, he inhaled some of it.

Then Mike nearly instantly had a coughing fit, for a moment he thought he was going to die.

Some of the people there snickered, looking at him oddly.

Patty led him inside, got some water and a cool towel, that helped.

"Not used to the good shit, huh?" She asked.

"No, I never..."

"Wow, a virgin? I thought everybody did it." 

That should have been Mike's first clue but it wasn't, he was still mesmerized by her.

It was about all that happened at the party except for everything getting very funny and he did a lot of uncontrollable laughing.

That night he also had the worst headache he ever had in his life.

+++

The next Monday he asked her out to dinner and some dancing, finding a rare quiet moment at the cafe.

"Dinner? Cool, most guys want to go to the movies or some party or just go make out somewhere, yea. Dancing, huh? I would like that." She smiled.

When Mike picked her up, Patty had on a very short skirt, matching bottoms, and a red top that crossed over her breasts and tied in the back, another one of those simple wraps.

He had seen a few of those outfits, mostly on very young girls though. Patty did appear older than her years, so the look was a bit odd.

But it was sexy as hell, sitting beside him in the car he could look down and almost see her nipple. She caught him glancing several times but just smiled, making no move at all to hide anything. 

Mike was trying to not sneak any peeks but that was hard to do.

It was a very nice time, the place Mike took her to was very fancy, she was looking around like she never saw anything like it before. There were big picture windows that gave a view of the river and the sunset. A man sat in the corner, quietly playing a piano.

She also ordered a mixed drink and they brought it without question.

"Nobody ever asks me for my ID." She smirked.

Later they danced on the postage stamp size dance floor, she fit into his arms like she was built to be there. He could smell her hair, it smelled faintly of soap and shampoo, a trace of some kind of perfume.

Glancing down, Mike could see down her top, her soft right breast tipped with a pink nipple was clearly in his view. Patty had to know that but she made no move to hide herself.

Several times she pressed her lower body to his, by then he was close to fully erect. Mike was completely aware that she could feel him.

"MMMMM." She muttered a couple of times while doing that. Her pelvis brushing him lightly was driving him crazy.

Finally back at the big mobile home where she lived with her Mom, they sat out on the porch as she lit up another joint and handed it to him. 

He took it reluctantly and didn't cough that time.

"This is pretty mellow shit." She grinned at him. Then she leaned over for a kiss. They kissed for a long time, Mike slid his hand up and cupped her breast through the cloth, she didn't resist that at all. Then he let his thumb slide inside, lightly stroking her nipple.

"MMMMM." She mumbled again, as he felt her nipple stiffen. When Mike slid his hand inside, cupping her bare breast, she leaned her head on his shoulder and let him fondle her.

They necked for nearly half an hour, then she sat up.

"I would invite you in but Mom is home and her boyfriend is in town. My step dad Dale drives a truck and is always gone." 

"You mean your Mom is married but she has a...?"

Patty shrugged, acting like that was no big deal.

"Yea, she gets lonely of course. But it's kind of a pain, she won't let me have any company in when she has someone stay the night." 

When she stood up on tiptoe and kissed Mike again, it made his head swim. She pressed her upper body to Mike's chest.

"That's going to have to hold you for awhile. You are cute, I like you. Maybe you will take me out again sometime, OK?"

Then she turned and went inside. Mike stood there for a moment, realizing he was holding his breath.

Back at his own house, Mike sat in his beanbag chair in the living room, stoned to the gills.

He was still there when he woke up the next morning.

+++

On their very next date, he was headed for her place to drop her off when she asked if she could see his. 

Again she wore one of those crossed tops, but her skirt was longer than the other one had been. He was hoping for another bare tittie fondling session when she asked, so Mike quickly turned his car around and headed to his house.

"Mom has another date tonight, some cowboy she met, that's sure a pain. I need to get my own place." She told him. She was sitting as close as she could get and still allow him to drive.

"I am sure I can trust you to be a good boy." She told him, patting his knee.

Several times she touched his thigh, just for a moment. Mike knew the signs, he had seen them before but usually after a half dozen dates or more. This was only their second one.

Patty had allowed him to play with her pretty titties on the very first date, so he was sure he would get to do at least that much.

"Wow, cool!" She said when she spotted the living room of his two story farm house. Mike had beanbag chairs, the walls were all stained wooden boards, the living room was plush wall to wall carpet, all the rest of the house was hardwood floors.

He had some old lighted tavern beer signs on the walls, round topped glass tables, and a small circular bar jutting out into the living room, it was different.

From outside, it was just a big country farmhouse, inside it looked like a quiet neighborhood night club.

Patty spotted his electric guitar leaning up against an amplifier in the corner.

"Do you play?" She asked.

"Yea, a little." Mike had actually been in a part time band for a few years but after nearly starving to death, he and his brother had pooled their money and bought the gas station.

He sat down and played a few tunes, then drifted into a Cat Stevens song, "Miles from Nowhere."

Patty produced another of her joints and lit it, holding it to his mouth when he finished the tune.

"Play some more, I like Cat Stevens music." She asked, scooting one of the other beanbags around to right in front of him. 

"I have the tape." He told her.

"OK." 

Mike got up and plugged in the cassette, the music filled the air. He went back and sat down across from her.

The only light in the room was from the neon beer advertising signs and a small light behind his bar that lit up the mirror and bottles he kept there.

Patty smiled and crossed her legs at the ankles, reached down and tugged up the hemline of her short skirt even higher, her knees parted blatantly.

Mike looked down and realized he could see her clearly in the blue light cast by the neon beer sign on the wall behind him.

She had no underwear on.

She saw him look and grinned, but she didn't move. Mike's breath caught, her vagina was open, swollen, barely covered by the sparse hairs.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked, a wicked smile on her face.

"God, yes!" Mike managed.

"Good." Patty said, reaching down and tugging her top off, just like that. Her soft medium sized breasts were capped with pink nipples, he had felt them while sitting on the porch at her mom's trailer home, but it had been very dark.

Now he could see her clearly, the very upper edges of both nipples had a thin darker strip from exposure to the sun in what had to be a very small bikini. The rest of her upper body was covered by freckles, but the flesh of the lower portion of her breasts were pure white.


Poison



The contrast made his breath once again catch in his throat, she sat there smiling, basking in his gaze.

Then she got up and climbed on top of him, expertly opening his slacks and reaching in.

It was all so sudden, so completely erotic that Mike's head was spinning. Partly because again the Marijuana made everything a slow motion blur.

He had hoped for sex, that was clear from Patty's earlier request, but not like this. Usually there was some foreplay, some teasing, a few kisses and then the move to the bedroom.

There was little foreplay, Patty got on top and reaching down, she grasped him and guided his cock to her opening, then she sat down on him.

The first time was right there in the beanbag chair, his slacks pulled down barely far enough to manage.

"You have such a beautiful cock! It's perfectly straight, most guys are bent." Patty told him later as she lay naked on his bed, fondling him.

That should have been Mike's second clue.

They had started on the beanbag chair, ended up on the carpet. Then Mike rolled her over. The way her legs were widespread caused her to push back at him oddly, he had to keep scooting forward to stay inside her.

They were both giggling madly when finally they hit the cool floor of the kitchen, they had crab walked that way clear across the living room floor and in there.

At one point his slacks had slipped farther down, he managed to kick his legs and leave them in a pile behind them. At one point he had lifted her forward, tugging her skirt over her head without even slipping out of her.

She did let out a gasp when her naked back touched the cool floor, but she never missed a beat.

Now in his bed, she had insisted on having the lights on so she could see him. She also never let go of him, each time Mike began to go soft she worked furiously to get him hard again.

Then she hopped up, telling him she was going to take a shower.

"I want to get really clean so you can lick me, would you like to do that?" Patty purred.

"OK." He told her. Patty was back in five minutes, her body now pink from the hot water. She hopped onto the bed, grabbed some pillows to prop up her back, and spread her legs obscenely wide.

It was the craziest, wildest, most erotic session of sex Mike had ever known in his life. 

She spent the night, waking him once in the middle of the night to go again. Mike had been dreaming of someone's hands on him, he woke up to her doing exactly that.

The next morning he drove her to work, noticing the large bag she carried had a change of clothes in it.

It was clear she had planned on spending the night with him, and when he didn't make a move right off the bat, she made her own move.

Patty was amazing, he had never met a female so open and easy about her sexuality.

The next day after she got off work, she drove onto the gas station lot. The pink panties she wore came into view as she got out of her car.

Martin saw her coming and shook his head.

"Man, you don't listen, do you?" He told Mike.

Mike ignored that, went out to talk to Patty.

She followed him home and stayed the night again, it was a crazy repeat of the first night.

Two days later was a Saturday and Mike asked her if she wanted to go down to the river, there nearly always was a party going on down there on sunny weekends.

"I can't, I have a date." She told him.

"What?" Mike was floored by that, and his upset showed.

"This guy asked me weeks ago, we are going to a movie, then a party down at high rocks. I promised him, so I have to go." She said.

"But...? I thought you and I...?" Mike said.

"We are, but this guy asked me before you and I hooked up so don't be upset. It's just a date. I would have canceled it but Jack is a truck driver so I had no way to reach him." She smiled.

Mike had no clue at all of what to say to that.

+++

Crazy with jealousy, Mike was parked where he could see the area and was fairly sure they would not notice. He was there nearly an hour when he saw Patty and a husky young man arrive. They were holding hands walking down the path to the river. For nearly two hours he watched as they both stripped down to bathing suits, hers was tiny and lime green.

Then she lay down on a blanket to get some sun and undid the top, lying on her stomach. It wasn't long before she turned over, baring her breasts. Several of the women down there were topless, many often were but that still pissed Mike off.

But they didn't kiss or touch at all that Mike saw.

Finally they left, he started his car and went on home, deciding that was the end of that. If she wanted to date other guys, she could but he wasn't going to put up with it.

Two days later she called him at his work, wanting to know why he hadn't been by.

"Because you are dating some other guy, that's why."

"Oh, don't be silly. I told you I had promised him way ahead of time, he is a truck driver so that's why it took so long."

"Well, I didn't like that. I suppose you took him to bed, too?" Mike really didn't think so but he was still pissed off at her.

Patty didn't answer.

"You did, didn't you? You let that guy fuck you?" Mike raised his voice.

"Mike, it's not anything important. He wanted to so I let him. It was a nice date, we had fun and he did spend some money on me. But he wasn't anywhere near as good as you are, I didn't even get off."

"Jesus Christ!" Mike said, and hung up. Patty called right back, he didn't answer.

After a half dozen calls, Martin came in.

"Aren't you going to answer the fucking phone?" He growled.

"It's Patty, I don't want to talk to her."

Martin picked up the phone.

"He isn't here, he left."

He listened for a second.

"Beats the hell out of me, lady." Martin hung up.

"Told ya so." Martin said, and went back to work.

+++

Two weeks later Mike stopped at a light, someone pulled up along side and blew their horn. He looked over, there sat Patty. She signaled for him to pull over, so he turned into a G.I. Joe's parking lot.

Patty drove up and got out, walked over to his car. She had on another one of those short skirts with matching bottoms, and the same type top that crossed over her breasts. When she leaned in the window, it was clear that she had no bra on.

But then that was not unusual, he had never seen her wear one.

"Where are you going?" She asked, smiling when she saw his eyes drop to her exposed breasts.

"Home."

"Can I come over?"

"Why?"

"You know why!" Patty grinned.

"Hey look, Patty. You slept with some other guy."

"What's the matter with you, Mike? We didn't make any promises to each other, we aren't married. Maybe he would be upset because I slept with you, did you ever think of that?"

Mike didn't answer.

"Besides, I won't go out with him any more, he was lousy and way too quick and his thing was only about four inches. Now if I promise to not sleep with anyone else but you, would that work? I really do like you and think we could be good together." Patty told him.

"Patty, I don't think...."

"Mike, you have been with other women, I know you have. So what's the big deal? Let's give it a try, at least."

Mike gave in, another mistake but by now he had long since lost track of them when dealing with Patty.

They were barely into Mike's house before Patty was naked and they were going at it.

Later, as they lay there basking, she worked her fingers over one nipple while lightly nipping at the very tip of the other with her teeth.

"You can forgive me, right?" Patty asked, one hand reaching down to fondle Mike's now soft cock.

"You mean for letting that truck driver...?"

"Yea, and..well, I don't want any secrets, I went with Terry, too."

"Who in the fuck is Terry?"

"Just a guy that comes in for lunch. I thought you didn't want me, is why. But then I waited until you left work and got you stopped. I really do like you, honey." Her hand was very busy now.

"I suppose he only has a four inch dick, too!" Mike raised his voice.

"No, actually he is as big as you but he didn't know what to do with it, not really."

"Jesus Christ!" Mike pushed her hand away, but she put it right back.

"I want to make it up to you, so I have an idea, honey."

"Make what up to me?" It took a moment for what she was saying to register because like always around her, he was again completely stoned.

Somehow Mike felt out of control, he just could not get his feet set with this woman.

"Because I...fucked with that Jack guy. Hell, he was sure hard but it was kind of little and he went off so fast it wasn't even fun. So you don't have anything to worry about there. Terry was no fun either, not like you are. Anyway, I know that upsets you."

"So what is your idea?" Mike sighed.

"Something special. I want to let you...put it in the other..you know, up my behind? No one ever has, so then I will be all yours, and that will be proof, OK?"

Mike found that funny as hell, he roared with laughter.

"You want me to screw you in the butt?" He asked, still snickering.

"Yea. I guess we have to use lots of lube and really get it..slick? So if you use some baby oil and your finger first that will help, because I think it might hurt."

For the first time in his life, Mike managed to fuck a woman in the behind. It was surprisingly easy, Patty grunted and groaned, each time she let out a moan he stopped, then when she relaxed he began again.

"Yuk." Patty told him when she came out of the bathroom giggling. Mike laughed again.

"Well, what do you think? Did you like that?" Patty asked him.

"It was OK, but I like your pussy better." He grinned.

"Me, too, but now I am all yours, I will never ever fuck with anyone else again as long as we are together." Patty purred as she snuggled into his arms.

Mike should have paid attention to how she said that, but he didn't.

The next day Patty moved in with him.

"You really are one dumb son of a bitch, aren't you?" Martin told him when he mentioned it.

"Damn it Martin, I know what I am doing. I love her and she loves me, it will work out." Mike said.

"Yea, sure." Martin said. They really didn't talk much more about it after that.

+++

That lasted just two months.

Since Patty and Sara were close friends, they often took his little Orange Honda that Mike used sometimes for a shuttle car, and went places.

Mike had found an old Volkswagen beetle for her to drive, since the Mazda she had was on it's last legs. That had lasted just three days before she lost control of the stick shift and rammed it into a steel pole that was in front of the big windows at his shop.

She wasn't hurt but the Volkswagen sure was, so he had it down at his shop fixing it.

The tiny little Honda 600 was hard to miss going down the street, Mike looked up saw it a block away at a stop light when he was on a run to the parts store.

Patty turned down a side street, he jumped into his Nova and followed since he saw four people in the tiny car.

She drove a block over, another two blocks down, then back onto the main drag, obviously avoiding going by his gas station.

As he suspected, the other two people in the car were guys, plus Sara of course. They pulled into an apartment complex, parked and went inside one of the upstairs units.

Pissed off again, Mike went back to work. He had to since Martin was waiting for the parts.

"What took so long?" Martin asked him.

"They had trouble finding the right part." Mike answered sourly.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Martin looked at him oddly.

"Nothing." Mike answered.

+++

"We didn't do anything, those were just a couple of guys we went to school with, they gave me some dope, is all." She told him when he confronted her with what he had seen.

"Well, why drive out around my shop if it's nothing, then?" Mike asked her.

"I don't know why, I was afraid if you saw us you would get upset, just like you are doing. And why were you spying on me, anyway?" She threw that back into his face.

The argument got worse, ending when she told him he could go to hell if he thought he could dictate to her who her friends would be.

Then she called Sara, grabbed her bags and they left in Sara's car. Mike was pissed off, he didn't even go outside.

Mike had had quite enough of her, especially since he left work early and had been waiting at home when she walked in the door. She had instantly gone to the bathroom and took a shower, not normal for her at all at 4 in the afternoon.

Over the next couple of weeks Mike mostly pouted, he wanted Patty and hated her at the same time.

"Damn, you need to get over that bimbo. I swear, she is poison!" Martin told him finally after Mike's mood was getting on his nerves.

"Yea, you are probably right." Mike answered.

+++

At a party over at his brother's house a few weeks after Patty left, Martin introduced him to the woman named Kathleen. She was 28 and single with one small child, a girl named Trina. 

His brother told him that Kathleen had been married to one of his buddies in the military, and they had lost him out on a mission a few years back. After that, Martin's wife Tina and Kathleen had become fast friends. 

That was about as much as Martin ever said about his years in the service, Mike knew there was no point in asking for anything more.

"She is a fine woman, pretty and you two would be perfect together." Martin told him. Mike finally gave in and agreed to meet her.

There had been no sign of Patty at all, he had driven by the trailer house and talked to Patty's mother. She answered the door in a housecoat, her hair a mess and it was obvious she had nothing at all on under it, holding it together in the front.

"How in the hell should I know, I haven't seen her for days." Patty's mother told him.

Mike was going to press the issue but a big guy wearing just briefs appeared behind her.

"Who the hell is this asshole?" The guy asked, puffing himself up as much as he could. He was rather obviously drunk.

Mike left, there was no point.

+++

When Mike asked Kathleen out, she seemed pleased. 

She was pretty and the date was pleasant, things progressed normally over several dates. Mike found himself enjoying her company, but he made no move to try and seduce her.

They did go out to a local park, sitting and talking until nearly 3 in the morning. She told him about her life with her husband, how it had been so hard after he was killed on a mission overseas.

Kathleen sounded so sad when she mentioned it that he reached out and held her in his arms.

"You are just a nice guy, aren't you?" She asked him. Then she tipped her head up for a kiss.

After that they kissed a lot.

Patty was almost forgotten during that period, he went nowhere near the cafe where she had worked, since several times he had gone there but there was no sign of her or Sara. There was an older on the matronly side woman working there now.

"They both quit." The old woman told him when he asked.

+++

It became clear one day that Mike and Kathleen would go to the next step.

She was the one that made it clear.

"I haven't been with anyone at all since my husband. I was wondering if you liked me enough?" Kathleen asked him one evening, her face flaming. By then they had been petting a little bit, just through their clothing.

Mike still had Patty on the brain, he was fighting that and trying to move on but it was a struggle for him.

It had been well over two months, Mike found that as he was making love to Kathleen that all he could do was compare her to Patty. Her breasts were larger but very soft, with some sagging, her stomach was covered with stretch marks. Patty's young body was tight and unblemished, Kathleen was mature.

But Mike poured all he knew into making love to her, building her slowly into an intense orgasm. For a brief period he even managed to get the troubles out of his mind, losing himself in the sweet softness of shared pleasure.

Kathleen seemed to really like him, but Mike just could not shake the vision of Patty, he finally broke it off which made Kathleen very unhappy. 

She didn't really say anything, but Mike could see it in her eyes.

He knew she had feelings for him, so he was honest about that, explaining that he still had issues to deal with. It bothered him, he saw the tiny tear she tried so hard to hide.

"I wish you had told me before." Kathleen said quietly to him after he tried to explain.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know where my head is at." He told her.

"OK. I guess I understand. I really do like you but if that is what you want, then it's OK." She got up, looked at him with a sad expression and left.

Mike felt like shit about that. Bad enough everything was going all to hell, now he had hurt someone that he really did like.

"You are a stupid ass, aren't you?" Martin told him when he mentioned he wasn't seeing Kathleen any more.

Mike ignored him, sighing, he just went back to work.

+++

"So who is that older lady you have been dating?" Patty's voice said on the phone a few days later. That was a surprise, Mike had not seen or heard a word from her in over two months.

"How do you know about that?" He asked her.

"I get around, besides, Sara said she saw you going into that country and western place over on Foster."

"Oh." That was true, Kathleen liked country and western music so Mike had taken her there several times.

"So what do you want, why are you calling me?" Mike asked her.

"I miss you, Mike. I love you, I think I always have and I realize it now. I just needed to get it all out of my system, I guess. You can understand that, can't you?" Her voice sounded sincere.

"So how many guys have you slept with since you took off?" Mike demanded.

"What does that matter? We weren't together. Besides, you are messing around with that older lady, I bet."

Mike sighed. That almost sounded like it made sense.

"Patty, the only way you and I can ever work is if you are honest with me, and faithful. I am not someone who can stand sneaking around."

"I will be, honey. I told you I would never sleep with anyone while we are together and I didn't, I promise. Please, can I come home? I want to be with you." She asked.

"OK." Mike sighed.

"Good, let's get married then. That way I will really be all yours."

"OK." Mike said, giving in.

That was another of Mike's mistakes.

Deep inside, he knew that, but he wanted that woman.

+++

The trip to Reno was uneventful, Patty wore a pretty light green dress as they stood in the wedding chapel. Back at the casino hotel they made sweet love for well over an hour, then cleaned up and prepared to head downstairs.

They played a few machines, Patty found a funny game that had free spins. It was only a dime machine so Mike figured she couldn't lose too much money, he wandered over to some dollar slots and gave them a try.

After about an hour he was still even, so he gave up and went looking for her. He finally found her in one of the bars, sitting at a table with two guys, drinking. The two guys were large, wearing muscle shirts, tattoos on their arms. One of them was sitting right beside her, the other was across the table, and she was laughing and carrying on.

The one sitting beside her had his arm draped over the back of her chair, he was leaning in towards her and she did not appear to be putting up any resistance.

Mike walked over and got her, she stood up and went with him. The two guys appeared to be unhappy at his arrival, one of them began to protest but Mike just looked at him and told him that they had just gotten married earlier that morning.

Mike felt himself flush slightly when the guy just snorted and waved his hand.

Completely pissed off, he took Patty back up to their room.

"What the fuck was that? I leave you alone for just an hour and you pick up two goons?" He yelled at her.




Poison



"We were just talking, they told me they could get me some hash." Patty whined.

"I suppose in exchange they planned on getting some of your ass!" Mike yelled.

"Probably, but I wasn't going to do anything, we were just talking."

"Yea, sure." Mike went over and sat down, turned on the TV.

"I suppose we are just going to sit here and do nothing, right?" She said after a few minutes, her lips turning into a pout.

"That's exactly what we are going to do." Mike told her.

Patty was still pouting on the plane home the next day.

+++

Things did not go very well over the next few weeks, Patty mostly wanted to go out, or have friends over. She did have a fairly large social circle, and nearly every evening at least two or three of her friends were over. Her friend Sara was nearly always there.

Mike didn't really like Sara very much, for one thing she was nearly always on some kind of drug, for another she and Patty were always whispering.

Patty also went to the liquor store and stocked in several bottles into his bar, and without fail she puffed on her Marijuana cigarettes regularly.

Mike was thinking she would out grow that but there was no sign that she was going to.

The nightly parties often went on until very late, Mike would go to bed since he had to work.

One day Patty and Sara were in the living room talking, Mike was playing his guitar quietly. He knew that both of them were completely stoned, and they kept giggling about something.

"Hey, honey!" Patty called out.

"What, babe?" Mike asked her, setting down his old Epiphone guitar.

"I was telling Sara about you, why don't you show her?" They both giggled.

"Show her what?"

"Show Sara that pretty dick of yours." They both roared at that. It was rather clear that the two of them were completely stoned, Mike was a bit himself from the contact high.

"You want me to show Sara my cock?" Mike laughed, that sounded funny.

"Yes, I do. Sara has never seen a man jack off before, so I want you to do it for us."

"You have got to be kidding me." Mike protested, but the idea did sound a bit sexy.

Patty persisted, finally Mike undid his jeans and exposed himself. It was all in silly fun, he had already seen Sara nude several times since she thought nothing of changing into a bathing suit or switching blouses right in front of him.

The situation caused him to be hard as a rock, Sara leaned forward grinning. That was erotic, Mike began to stroke himself right in front of the two women.

"God you weren't kidding, it really is perfectly straight." Sara said, staring at what Mike was doing.

"Yea, and he can go twice, sometimes even three times!" Patty bragged. Then they were whispering again, the two of them did that a lot.

"You better lean back, Sara, or you will get some of it on you!" Patty was delirious with laughter now.

Sara didn't lean back. She reached up and wiped a small gob of his sperm off her neck, then stuck it in her mouth.

That nearly floored Mike.

But it was all just some more of Patty's idea of crazy sexy fun.

+++

Mike had to go to work the next day, so he went on in to bed, after asking Patty if she was coming. Even after the kinky thing he had just done, he was in the mood for getting in some lovemaking.

"Sara and I are going to visit for awhile, honey. Then I will be in." Patty told him.

Mike sighed and went on in to bed, he could hear them in there, talking in low tones, giggling.

Mike was almost sound asleep when he felt Patty slide into bed with him. He reached over for her, in the mood. She ducked under the covers and he felt her mouth slide over him, that was odd, it was something she did not like to do very much.

He let out a loud moan, she was really going at it.

Suddenly the light went on.

Mike looked up, still partly in a haze of sleep, there stood Patty. He reached down and jerked the covers back, Sara was naked, her mouth on him.

"What the hell?" He exclaimed, pushing her back. Sara jumped up and ran out of the room.

"What in the fuck are you doing, Mike?" Patty yelled.

"I didn't..what's going on?" Mike was completely dumbfounded, still in a blur of sleep.

There was a flurry of activity, Mike was still struggling to get his pants on when he heard the car start outside.

He came out of the bedroom to find an empty living room.

What in the hell had just happened?

+++

It took Mike three full days to find her, finally he thought of the obvious and went by Sara's apartment and there was the little Honda parked in front.

He went up the steps to the upstairs unit, pounded on the door.

A guy answered, he had no shirt on, just blue jeans.

"Whatcha need, Bud?" He asked.

Mike could smell the cloud of Marijuana smoke, it crossed his mind to reach out for the guy and drag him outside but he knew it wasn't his fault.

"I am looking for Patty." He said.

"Yea, just a minute." He walked down a hallway, said something through the door. Mike looked over and saw Sara sitting on the couch, a frightened look on her face. She was holding her top to her chest.

"Oh, fuck." Mike heard Patty's voice come from inside the bedroom.

"By God I just might dump your cheating ass right in the fucking river!" Mike yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, bud. You better leave." The guy with no shirt on told him, shoving him on the chest.

Mike belted him, the guy went down flat on the floor without a sound.

He turned and walked back down the steps, got into his car and left. This one really was the final straw. Mike tossed and turned that night, finally managing to get to sleep.

He halfway expected cops to arrive but none did.

The next afternoon at work, a man came in and asked for him. Mike looked at the papers the man shoved into his hand in shock.

It was a restraining order, he was not even allowed back inside his own house! The bitch had moved back in and took over, claiming Mike was abusive and she was afraid of him.

+++

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, Mike met with a lawyer and the situation was explained to him.

He was being charged with having hit Patty, Sara was a witness, along with one of the men that had been there. He did not dare to even try to go home, if he did, he would end up in jail.

Mike found himself living in his car, and at the gas station.

Finally with no other choice, he rented the tiny apartment.

Court did not go all that well, the crabby judge listened to his explanations but he had no proof. Not one shred of proof, Patty had witnesses.

The restraining order was upheld.

Of course they were lying through their teeth but what can a man do about that?

"Getting anywhere with that crap?" Martin asked him one day as Mike worked furiously. He now found that work helped, it kept his mind off the idea of killing people that kept popping into his head.

"Nope, I think I am screwed." Mike told him.

"Yea, well. It will work out eventually." Martin patted his shoulder and headed out to the islands to wait on a customer.

+++

A bit over a month later, Mike opened the mail, looked at his bank statement.

$5,000.00 in overdrafts?

That was when it hit him, he had put her name on the checking account so she could pay the household bills.

Attached to that account was a check guarantee card, each one good for up to $200.00.

Mike's very first act had been to protect his on the small side assets, but he had missed that one simple portion, she had a book of blank checks on their account. Since every check was nearly at the maximum, Patty was obviously running around town cashing checks at every place that would take one.

$5000.00 fucking dollars? No way in hell could he handle that.

He jumped in his car and drove to the bank to close the account, but they refused to do it without her check guarantee card turned in and he could not go near her.

Mike did get them to agree to not issue any more printed checks so at least it would stop when she ran out of them.

The words "completely fucked" now applied.

+++

"You are going to a party." Martin told him after work one evening a couple of days later.

"I don't want to go to any damned party!" Mike growled.

"Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you, you have to be there!" Martin growled. Mike had never seen him quite like this.

"Why?"

"You don't want to know and I am not going to tell you, but trust me, OK? And have fun. Besides, Kathleen will be there."

"Just fucking great." Mike growled.

The party actually was fun, there was at least a dozen people there that Mike knew. 

He chatted with Kathleen, she really did look nice and he had liked her, it was just that with his head being into Patty he could not think clearly.

Then some music was playing so Mike danced with her. She felt and smelled good in his arms. Almost to his surprise, he felt himself getting an erection.

With everything that was going on, it had been quite some time since that happened, he had nearly forgotten about sex.

Kathleen noticed, too.

"Do you have a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She whispered in his ear.

That sounded completely trite, Mike broke up laughing. He led her over to the couch, they sat down. Then he leaned in and kissed her, she met him willingly.

Somehow the room cleared out, everyone else was in the kitchen.

"Let's get out of here." Mike whispered to her.

"OK." Kathleen got a big smile on her face.

+++

"Slow down. We will get there." Kathleen told him at one point as he leaned heavily on the throttle, the big engine howling.

Inside his tiny apartment with her, Mike suddenly felt shy. The breakup they had was not a good time, he was afraid she might think he was taking advantage.

She sensed that, stepped up and kissed him.

"It's all right, I want to be with you, Mike." She whispered.

One thing led to another, and he found himself naked in bed with Kathleen, who certainly seemed to be very willing. He also found her body delightful, another surprise. Not once did his mind make any comparison. It was one of those situations that Mike needed desperately, blind sex with no reservations at all.

All in all, it was a great evening, he even managed to put all of his troubles out of his mind for awhile.

Mike felt much better as he drove her to her own house the next morning. By the time they got there, he was ready to go again since she had been playing with him the entire way.

Mike had barely parked when someone yanked him out of the car, slapped handcuffs on him. There was nothing gentle about it at all, he could hear Kathleen screaming in the background but there was not a thing he could do with his face jammed into the pavement.

The next thing he knew he was in a jail cell with no idea at all of what was going on.

+++

"So why did you go shoot up your house, you could have killed someone?" A burly detective accused him.

"What are you talking about?" Mike told him.

Finally he got enough information to realize that someone had attacked Patty and her friends, there had been gunfire and a horrible scene out there.

It was nearly 24 hours later before Mike was released. Interviews with the people at the party placed Mike there, and Kathleen even admitted blushingly that they had spent a good portion of the evening in Mike's apartment.

Plus after checking, they found that Mike did not even own a firearm, and certainly not one as large as had been used. From the number of rounds that had been fired, someone had used assault rifles.

The part that really upset the police were the flash grenades, at least a half dozen of those had been set off. Whoever had done that the police wanted, and they wanted them very badly.

A drive by shooting was one thing, that happened quite a bit.

This incident had been completely insane, why no one was killed or even injured, they had no idea.

Mike didn't know, either, he was as confused as the police were.

There were a few windows in his house that were not shattered, but most were. 

Patty had arrived home with Sara and two men, and spent nearly 10 minutes pinned down as the car they were driving had been riddled with holes.

Three masked men had terrorized, then stripped both Patty and Sara naked after hog tying the two men and leaving them there on the ground. 

The two girls had been released, still totally naked, nearly 30 miles out the freeway headed East, left holding onto the center guardrail, blindfolded.

But completely unharmed. When the police arrived, the two women were still screaming, still blindfolded as car poured by, horns blowing.

Whoever had done that to them had warned them that if they let go of the guardrail or removed the blindfolds, they would instantly be killed.

The police also checked out Mike's brother Martin, who had been at home all evening at the party, backed up by everyone there.

The expression on his face was one of amazement, he appeared to have no idea at all of what had happened, either.

The attack had happened at about midnight, Mike had been sitting on the couch with Kathleen at that moment, more than 20 miles away.

Mike was sitting there miserable with his head in his hands when an older cop came in and got him.

There was his lawyer right behind the cop.

"That wife of yours seems to have pissed off the wrong guys I guess, we have quite a report on her. We found almost a pound of Marijuana and some bags of Coke, she has herself a little problem. She tried to tell them it was yours, but you can't even go out there. It looks like she was messing around with some serious drug dealers and damn near got herself fucked up. Anyway, you are free to go." The lawyer grinned at him.

+++

"What in the fuck was all of that?" Mike asked his brother as soon as he got to the shop.

"Beats the hell out of me, hey, I need that set of cylinder heads done right away, OK?" Martin grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

By the end of the next week Mike found out that Patty had left his house and moved, leaving no forwarding address. The restraining order had been dropped. 

In the hospital, they had finally drugged her to get her to stop screaming. The rape test kit came back negative.

A detective came by several times asking Mike if he knew where she was, but he honestly had no clue at all. He told them that he knew she smoked dope but had no idea she was so heavily involved in drug activity.

"Yea, they can get pretty fucking clever at hiding things like that." The detective told him.

"We have been touching bases with her Mother, but that one is a piece of work. She claims to have no idea where her daughter went, but we will find her."

"It's OK with me if you don't." Mike told the detective.

The man just laughed and left.

When he and Martin arrived at what was left of his house, the front door was standing open, half the windows in the house had been shattered by bullets. 

If the grass on his lawn was any higher, he would need to bale it. 

The house had been completely searched from the signs of things strewn everywhere, it really was a fucking mess.

The little Honda car sat there, every window blown out, every tire flat, bullet holes everywhere.

It looked like the entire US Army had hit the place. Four people had spent quite some time pinned down by very heavy gunfire, and the cops had no real clue as to who had done it.

Very likely they had a few clues, but no proof.

Mike found over $11,000.00 in cash in the safe he kept under the bed. Now that was a nice surprise, Patty had apparently been a busy girl with whatever she had been doing.

That would cover the stack of bad checks nicely, he thought.

It was a floor safe, covered by a piece of carpet. It had been left unlocked, nothing in it when he found himself evicted from his own house.

He had found it locked. Obviously the police had looked, but they somehow didn't notice the flap in the carpet that lifted up.

They also hadn't touched the big wooden backed clock in the kitchen, the one that was hollowed out behind it. He found two little baggies of white powder in there, took those outside and dumped them.

It appeared that his wife actually was involved in a lot more than he knew about.

Mike realized she must have put some of the money from cashing checks and whatever else she had been doing into the safe and locked it, forgetting that the key was on Mike's key ring.

Mike wished he had been there when she realized that.

Nothing else in the house was touched, except for the bullet holes, and he saw he was going to need some new bean bag chairs, and one of his lighted signs was shattered by a bullet.

A brand new TV set sat there untouched. Inside his fridge, he found a half case of Bud, popped a couple of them and handed one to Martin.

"Looks like we need to go buy you some windows." Martin grinned at him. They wandered outside to look at the remains of the Honda.

Just then Kathleen drove up. She climbed out, pulled out a broom and dust pan. 

She looked wonderful.

"Martin said you needed some help." She smiled at Mike. Then she went inside, began cleaning up.

"Where is Trina?" Mike asked, since her little girl was not with her.

"Tina is baby sitting, we all figured you two might need to talk." Martin said.

Mike nodded.

"That's the one." Martin said flatly.

"What?"

"Grab that one, get your head out of your ass! Hell, she loves you." Martin said.

"Yea, maybe. Just maybe." Mike grinned.

"There is no maybe about it, the way you treated her and she is still here for you?"

"What in the hell happened here, Martin?" Mike asked him, changing the subject. Looking around at the remains of his property, it must have been like a war zone.

"Beats the hell out of me." Martin grinned. He headed for his car to leave, then he turned back.

"You weren't doing very well for yourself with that tramp, so I figured you needed a hand when I saw how she was screwing you over. Anyway, you do remember I was in the Marines?" 

He grinned at Mike, Mike grinned back.

"Good bunch, they can hit what they want to and miss what they want to."

There was no need to say anything more.

Martin got in his car and left. Mike shook his head. 

That part he now had figured out.

He thought of Patty for a moment, then shrugged. He knew what she was, the insanity was over. There were still some loose ends, to hell with it. He would deal with that later.

Inside the remains of his house was Kathleen, there to help out. He knew he liked her, but did he love her?

He didn't know for sure, but what the hell.

It was time, maybe he now had his head out of his ass?

Kathleen came out on the porch, dumped a dustpan of broken glass into a trash can. Mike looked up at her from across his overgrown lawn. She was beautiful, mature, a real woman.

"She loves you." Martin had told him.

Blue jeans and a white T-shirt, her clearly bra less breasts pressing the cloth outward.

Kathleen saw his look, a slow smile crossed her lips. She turned and went inside, looking over her shoulder.

Beautiful. Mike knew an invitation when he saw one.

Did he love her? There was only one way to find out, Mike thought as he trotted towards the house. 



Poison Ivy



Day 1

Trish has never been to Connecticut. This is her first time. It was a fairly good town. But the only thing bad was that she didn't have any money, so she couldn't afford a hotel room. The money she was supposed to receive wasn't sent to her. Plus, the same few days she had a couple of days off. She then realized that the McMahon residence was here in Connecticut. But how would she get there? Trish hailed a cab instantly. She got in the cab after the driver helped her load her luggage in the car.

"Do you know where the McMahon residence is?" asked Trish.

"Do I know where McMahon residence is? Hell everyone know where that is." laughed the cab driver with an Indian accent. "He is the richest guy in Connecticut, and his daughter is oh so beautiful…Too bad she is hard to get" said the driver.

"Could we just go there?" said Trish.

"Oh sure, you'll be very, very happy to see Mr. Vince McMahon" said the driver. The driver drove off out of the town and up a few hills. The McMahon driveway was very long and tedious. Trish saw a couple of cars such as a Lincoln, limousine, and an SUV. Which obviously did Stephanie or Shane own. Their parents have no taste in those kinds of cars. The driver unpacked the car by himself while Trish had rung the doorbell. The door was unlocked and there was the maid, in her usual wear. 

"May I help you madam?" asked the servant. 

"Yes I'm a friend of Stephanie…Trish, it would be nice if I could see her" responded Trish.

"Oh yes! I'll be back in a few with Madam Stephanie," said the maiden. She quickly walked up the long flight of stairs. The cab driver dropped her luggage in the doorway and put his hand out.

"Sorry, I don't have that much" said Trish. She handed him 5 bucks, which was 10 bucks short. She then crossed her arms and lifted her tube-top up, showing her bra-less tits. The cabby's eyes lit up and glared at them, he suddenly made a move to touch them but Trish put her top back on. The cabby left the house waiving to his customer.

"Bye, bye! You will be very, very happy at that house!" shouted the cabby. He soon drove away. But he didn't forget what he had just saw. Trish moved her luggage to the side of the door and sat on the loveseat near a photo of her father and mother. Down the steps came Stephanie wearing casual clothing, a silk black pants and white shirt. She had been finished doing business with her father and came down to see her new friend.

"Hello, Trish…Nice to see you finally came over to my house. Just get ready for dinner tonight ok. Then we'll talk," said Stephanie. Trish had never gotten a chance to say why she came over, but she waited till that night.

Later that night, the maid set the dinner table and everybody was eating. It took a couple of minutes to finish the hearty meal. During dinner Vince told Trish that everybody, meaning Shane and Linda, were out of town on business and wouldn't be back for a couple of days. Trish thought that this was the perfect time to tell them why she came to the house. 

"So what makes you come to town?" asked Vince.

"Well, I was on vacation and thought I'd come see what all the fuss was about in this town. But I realized I didn't get my paycheck yet and couldn't get a room at the local hotel. So I came here," said Trish.

"That's great! You can stay here while on vacation," said Stephanie. "If it's ok with daddy?" She looked at her father with that look on her face.

"Ok, how can I resist that face. But she can only stay until Linda or Shane gets back." said Vince.

"You can stay in Shane's room," said Vince. Both ladies got excited and prepared for her stay. The maid had gotten Trish's room ready. Later that night, Trish made a couple of Kool-Aid slushies. She had knocked on Stephanie's room door while Stephanie was combing her hair. 

"Hold on," said Stephanie. She counted the last five times she stroked the brush through her beautiful hair. "Come in," said Stephanie. Trish came in the room with her usual nighttime clothing, some silk boxer shorts and a big T-shirt. Stephanie wore silk, pink pants and a shirt. They both talked for a while about Triple H and life until Trish made a move on Stephanie. She sat up side down away from Stephanie. Trish's head was opposite Stephanie's head; Stephanie was the same way. Trish started to rub Stephanie's legs. Stephanie didn't know what was going on and just went with the flow, rubbing Trish's legs, then moving her hands up Trish's thighs and into her shorts. Trish pulled Stephanie's pants down slowly, revealing her overage hairy clit. Stephanie did the same pulling down the shorts and Trish and rubbing her smooth, wet slit.

Trish then got on top of Stephanie. They both were now in the 69 position. Stephanie now pulled Trish's shorts down to her chest and rubbed her clit with more fingers. Trish moaned low so Vince wouldn't hear. She then lowered her pelvis onto Stephanie's mouth while rubbing Stephanie's clit. Both young ladies were wet. Stephanie spread Trish's cheeks, her mouth was wrapped around Trish's clitoris and her nose was in Trish's ass. Trish loved this. She also kept rubbing Stephanie's clit, which was about to explode. Trish couldn't take the pressure anymore and started spurting out her juices into Stephanie's mouth. Stephanie also came onto her stomach and on Trish's fingers. The party was over, the only thing left to do was go to sleep as they did. They lie on Stephanie's bed into the night.

Day 2

The next day Trish went skinny-dipping in the pool. Vince had seen the body she was holding as she took off her robe and was totally nude. She knew Vince was watching him from her window. Soon the maid came in and interrupted Vince, when Vince turned around, she wasn't in the pool. Vince decided to leave. Stephanie got ready to play tennis with her friend Jane, her father left very early though. She looked for Trish before she left but couldn't find her. Stephanie assumed that Trish had left the house so she got in her SUV and drove off. Trish did not leave the house. Instead, she stayed at the house and wandered around for a while snooping in the family's belongings. She stumbled upon some letters under Stephanie's bed. The letters were very erotic and were from Triple H. 

She soon started feeling on herself, rubbing her clit fantasizing about the letters exoticness. She removed her ripped jeans and starting poking her clit with her fingers. The wetness was felt as Trish rubbed herself all over with the juices. She jumped on the other side of the bed as she heard the maid coming. The maid used the bathroom, but then left the area. Trish thought that was a close call and wouldn't do that again. She put the letters back and left the house. Later that night, Vince is the only one home when Stephanie comes home. She stays outside with her boyfriend for a few minutes. The soon come inside and sneak up to Stephanie's room. They kiss on the bed in passion. This happens while Trish arrives back at the mansion and creeps up the stairs and listens to them kissing for a while, then goes back downstairs.

"Stop Paul, I don't want to do this no more, stop please" begged Stephanie. They had an argument and Paul ran down the stairs with his shirt unbuttoned showing his pectoral muscles and abs. He soon came pass the piano room where Trish was. She was really seductive, wearing leather S & M suit sitting at the piano bench. She was really hot for Triple H, as was Triple H sporting a bulge in his jeans.

"Hey, did you have a good time?" asked Trish.

"We didn't have sex, not like that's any of your business," said Triple H.

"Well, I have my own business. And it is open" said Trish. As soon as she said open, she spread her legs and invited Hunter in between them. 

"Don't do this to me…I love Stephanie" said Hunter.

"I know, but don't you ever want to have a little fun?" asked Trish. Hunter couldn't take the temptation anymore and lifted Trish up on top the piano and they tongue-kissed. Hunter soon had his back against the piano keys as Trish kissed him. She soon started to move downwards, seductively kissing his pecs and then his genitalia. Triple H moaned he hadn't got this in months. Trish soon started holding his shaft and inserting it slowly into her mouth. She started out by bobbing slowly, but then motioned her head faster. The noises from the piano were subtle, only made when Trish moved her head towards his shaft. Triple H tried to take his love tool out of her mouth, but Trish wouldn't let him and smacked his hand away. Hunter felt this great experience; he soon felt it coming. Trish kept sucking his cock and jerking it into her mouth. Triple H came in her mouth unexpectedly. The juices squirted onto her face and in her mouth. She soon spit it out onto the floor. This sexual escapade was over and Trish left. 

"Where are you going, I wanted to fuck your pussy" said Hunter.

"Uh, uh uh." said Trish. "You will get none of this clit unless you pay" she walked out the room and upstairs to sleep. 

Day 3

The maid cleaned the mess up from last night and didn't have a clue who it was from. Stephanie played tennis with her college buddy Jane for awhile in the morning at the mansion tennis court. Trish watched as they played and thought that they were getting worn out. So Trish thought she'd make some Kool-Aid for them when they came inside. She then rigged the juice with rum as Jane came inside the house.

"How about we make this a little more fun," said Jane. Jane mixed the juice with more rum as Trish watched. 10 minutes later, Stephanie and Jane were intoxicated while playing golf sluggishly. Trish watched on and waited till they collapsed. Triple H drove up when Stephanie sat at the small table near the tennis court and fainted.

"What happened?" asked Hunter. "If Vince sees his little girl like this he'll get mad as hell…When is he coming home?"

"He should be here any minute," said Trish. 

"Help me take her upstairs" said Hunter. They carried her upstairs when they encountered Vince. They quickly dropped Stephanie behind the bushes.

"What are you two doing out here?" asked Vince. 

"Nothing much" said Hunter.

"Maybe I should go see daddy's little girl" said Vince.

"Oh, no. Because she's exhausted and fell asleep in her bed" said Trish.

"Ok, well, I'll see you two later," said Vince. He walked away from them and went into the house to his office. They quickly carried Stephanie and Jane up the stairs. Jane was in Trish's bed and Stephanie, of course in her bed. Triple H decided to sleep in the den tonight. Trish went up to Vince's office to see what he was doing.

"Hey Vince, how you doing?" asked Trish. She sat on his desk with her ripped jeans and tight T-shirt. 

"I'm fine," said Vince.

"I just wanted to say if there is anything you need, I'll be there. And I will always be there to satisfy you" said Trish. 

"Well, I'll keep that in mind" said Vince as Trish left the room. Trish made her way towards her own room. She entered and forgot that Jane was still in her room, but unconscious. Trish stripped Jane down to her satin white bra and panties from her tennis outfit. She took off all her clothes and put on some black panties and a bra the same color. Now she jumped in the bed beside Jane. Jane was a blonde, with average breasts just like Stephanie. She looked fairly beautiful and had very short hair. Trish started to rub her legs with Jane. Trish was getting very wet; she kept rubbing, and this time she put her whole right leg between Jane's legs. Jane all of a sudden woke up and realized that she was having a lesbian experience. She screamed and covered herself up with her tennis clothing.

Jane ran out the house as Trish laughed. That shows how homophobic Jane was. She got in her car and drove off. Trish took off her underwear and put on a robe. Trish really wanted to get fucked tonight, she knew who she would get it from. She made her way towards the den where Triple H was drinking some champagne and sitting in front of the couch. 

"May I have a drink?" said Trish. Triple H handed her the bottle as to regret giving it to her last night. "You know, last night was fun"

"Don't tell anybody about last night, ok?" said Hunter angrily.

"You know Paul, you need to loosen up," that's when Trish pulled out a small bottle of cocaine.

"No, I promised Stephanie I wouldn't do that again," said Hunter. "You stay away from me"

"Come on baby, you know you can't resist this" said Trish confidently. Hunter took the coke off the table and started to snort it. Since he was injured, he knew it wouldn't do any harm. Trish the leaned against the wooden thin walls as slipped her robe away so Hunter could see half her breasts. She poured the champagne all over her chest and it rode down her body to her clit then thighs to the floor. He couldn't counteract it and went up to her, grabbing her thighs and kissing her neck. The party started over again. Trish's robe slid off and she was totally naked. Hunter kissed her whole body and started to move down to her wet clit. He slowly flicked it, tasting the champagne in his mouth. He loved the taste.

"Ooh, eat my pussy" moaned Trish. She leaned against the wall and let Hunter input his tongue in her wet slit. The wetness started once again as Trish soon let her own champagne flow from her clit. Hunter got up and released hid belt, his jeans fell to the floor and he lifted Trish up. They stood while Hunter slide his cock in her smooth pussy. The moans didn't help as he started fucking her roughly against the wall. He roughly pounded her clit into agony. She moved her upper body away from him while moaning. He started to suck on her nipples while he pounded her skins. Trish could feel the cock in her uterus; she wanted more and started to jump up and down on his cock. 

Hunter couldn't hold her up anymore and the fell to the carpet floor. She continued jumping on his cock. Hunter felt the juices coming and Trish got off him. She slowly licked his balls while jerking his cock. The jerking worked; he spurted out his sperm into her face and on her chest. He breasts were glistening with semen as she lay on his stomach for a while.

Day 4

Since nothing happened during the day, we'll skip to the evening. At night, Vince came home angry and didn't want to talk because Linda didn't meet him for dinner. Trish didn't give him Linda's message for Vince where to meet her and Trish didn't give Vince the message. He walked into the kitchen and gets some champagne. He had a bunch of roses that he didn't give away. Trish then came downstairs in a stunning red dress. It was back less and had a zipper on the side.

"Hey, Vince. What's wrong?" asked Trish. 

"I didn't get to give these roses away tonight," said Vince. 

"Nobody ever gave me roses," said Trish. Vince handed her the roses and she smelled then.

"Thank you baby. If only there was more," said Trish.

"No, you're too young," said Vince as Trish rubbed his shoulders. 

"How about a dance?" asked Trish.

"I don't know," said Vince.

"Come on," said Trish. Vince couldn't decline this beautiful mistress and started dancing with her. They put their head in each other's shoulders as they danced. Vince began to kiss her neck in passion. She loved the tongue on her neck, which was her spot. He then took one strap off her shoulder and started kissing her shoulder. All of a sudden, the maid came through the front door and almost caught them before they scrambled from each other. The maid came in the living room and saw Vince reading a newspaper and Trish sitting across from him. The maid suspected something but went up to her room. Trish went up right behind her. After a few minutes, Vince made his way up the stairs and saw his only obstacle, Trish.

"Don't come near me," said Vince. He walked in his bedroom and slammed the door. But the door would not be an obstacle for Trish. She opened the door to see Vince sitting on the edge of his bed with his head down. She sat near him and started to rub his thighs. He could not resist her and shoved his tongue down her throat. Then he helped her pull of her dress to which she wore nothing underneath. He saw her erect nipples and started to wrap his lips around them. Trish felt the lovely sensation and got wet. She wanted more of this old bag.

"Oh Vince, eat my pussy" demanded Trish. He then moved down to her wet slit and kissed it. "You want my pussy baby, you got to beg" 

"May I please taste your sweet pussy juices?" begged Vince. Trish nodded and grabbed Vince's head into her pussy. Vince licked her clit up and down until he was ready to enter his tongue inside her. He entered her with his tongue and she moaned in a low voice. He could feel her juices trying to burst out of her clit but his tongue held it. Vince entered his index and middle fingers inside her clit and started to finger fuck her smooth slit. He soon got tired of her clit and took out his wrinkled hard cock.


"Oh fuck me Vince, fuck me" begged Trish. He got on top of her in the normal position and entered her wet pussy. She controlled her pussy muscles and he almost nutted inside her. The sensation was greatly felt as the villain squeezed in and out of her body. It would soon be over in a matter of minutes before he started fucking faster and harder. She turned red like her dress, as did Vince. The excretion of water from her body affected his cock as it slid easily and he couldn't hold it anymore. He took out his red cock and started to blow his humongous load inside her mouth. The orgasmic passion concluded as she left the room but forgot her dress.

Day 5

The next morning, the maid came upon Trish's dress and knew her suspicion was correct. Stephanie leaves for a tennis tournament when Triple H pulls up next to her car before she leaves. "Baby, I'm sorry for the other day," said Hunter. "I just want to talk to you"

"Meet me at the coffee house after the tournament" said Stephanie. She drives off into the town as Hunter is left behind. Hunter thought he would say hello to Trish now that she was his mistress. He came into the house and called her name. But she didn't come out. So Hunter thought he would explore her room. Upstairs Triple H was looking around when he came upon Trish's bag of tricks (dildos, toys, etc.) He didn't see her behind him and she whacked him with a shovel. He soon woke up and saw Trish in unusual attire. Trish wore leather S&M outfit with a whip in her hand. Hunter was gagged and tied up, also fully naked. He was held against his will and didn't like it.

"How do you like being raped?" asked Trish. Hunter tried to get untied but to no avail. Trish picked him up and threw him on the bed with his ass in the air. "You have a great ass" She whipped him with her whip until his ass turned purple. Trish was done until she turned him around and he was in agony, almost beaten to death. Trish started to suck his surprisingly erect cock. He loved being beat and got hard over it. She squeezed his cock real hard and started to jerk it into her mouth. After seconds of agony he spurted his load into her mouth and onto her leather suit. Trish hears Stephanie's SUV pull up and lets Hunter go outside the window. She makes her way to the kitchen in her usual jeans and T-shirt. 

"Hey Steph" says Trish "Did you win?"

"No, I had Paul on my mind" said Stephanie. "He was supposed to meet me at the coffee- house, did you see him?"

"Nope, haven't heard from him," said Trish. Stephanie sees Hunter's coat on the counter.

"You said you didn't see him…are you lying to me?" said Stephanie. "You know what, I think it's best that you go away for a while"

"Are you saying that I should leave the house?" said Trish.

"That's exactly what I'm saying" responded Stephanie. She walks right by Trish with a dirty look on her face. 

Later that night, Vince encounters Trish once again. This time, they were involved in a little S&M like Trish did Hunter that afternoon. Trish was just about to ride on Vince's cock. She had her cowboy hat and everything. That is until Stephanie interrupted them. She ran out of the house. 




Poison Ivy



"I think you should leave tomorrow," said Vince. Trish went after Stephanie and stopped her in the garage.

"Steph, you don't know how sorry I am" said Trish.

"How could you do that?" asked Steph. 

"I'm so sorry," said Trish. "I'll be out of her tomorrow and things will be back to normal ok?"

"I forgive you Trish, this has happened before, I learn to live with it" responded Stephanie. "How about we pack you up right now?" They both went back inside the house and started to pack Trish's things up. Her 5 days were over. 

The next day Trish waited for her cab with Stephanie. "Maybe you shouldn't come back to Connecticut, I'll come to Canada," said Stephanie.

"That'll be ok with me," said Trish. "I'm gonna miss you." They hugged and started to rub each other up and down. Trish made her move by kissing Stephanie on the lips. Stephanie never thought she would love her friend so much. Stephanie loved her new lesbian lover. Trish rubbed Stephanie's tight ass while the cabby loaded her luggage into the cab.

"I am very, very happy!!" said the cabby excited. Trish walked from Stephanie and into the cab. The cab pulled away. Stephanie wanted to give Trish one last goodbye, and as the cab pulled off, she pulled her top off and revealed her erect nipples. Trish did the same and flashed her breasts. The cab almost skidded off the road as the cabby stared at their breasts. The car was out of the horizon as Stephanie went back inside the house. She thought to herself should she pleasure herself now, that is until she fell on the couch and went to sleep.

The End



Poison Ivy



So this is my first story submission. Mine normally start out as dreams, fantasies, or Sunday morning orgasms. Please email me or comment with suggestions. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

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It was midsummer. The grass was long, lush and rippling softly in the wind. The sun beat down on a couple enjoying the sun. She was naked on a towel in the middle of the lawn, along with a man who also lacked clothing. She was huddled into him, upper bodies close together, legs extending into the flowers. He was reading a novel, was working his way through 'the classics' as he called them, great works of literature. She was writing. Pencil on paper, it was all you could hear except the turning of pages and the wind in their hair. Both felt carefree and content in the afternoon sunshine. They sat like that for hours, the day winding down into early evening before anyone spoke. She put down her book, and traced a line up his thigh.

"Nearly done?"

"Almost finished this chapter. You go and get dressed, I know you take longer than I do in the shower!"

He was answered with a punch to the shoulder.

The girl sighed, and settled her head on his hard stomach, her eyes on his bare chest. She began to feel a doze coming on and curled into him. Her eyes closed, sunlight making them heavy. She was looking forward to tonight; they were going to dinner. It was never just them, there was always friends, other couples, parents who insisted on joining them, but this time they had the whole weekend ahead, alone together. He kissed her hair and laid a hand down her side. She smiled and let the warmth engulf her body. 

She dreamt they were in the bedroom. He was good in the sack, experienced, but there were even things he hadn't tried. Things he thought would be below the line for him to do to her. Anal, for one thing. This shocked her the most. Wasn't anal supposed to be heaven on earth for men? He thought it would hurt her, and refused, but she hadn't told him she had experienced it at the hands of one of the gentlest men she had ever known, and loved it. She needed somehow to let his kinkiest side out. She knew it was there somewhere, when drunk, or extremely horny. They enjoyed power games and bondage. Their safe word was 'poison ivy'. He gave it her the very first time they had sex. She knew that she would never say it, no matter what he put her through, she would take anything he gave her. The thought of it made something stir within her. Her orgasms were stronger when he was rough with her. Visions of herself bound and helpless, him taking her favourite hole at last shifted her in her sleep. His fingers were everywhere, on her chest, cunt, and slowly easing into her arsehole. Moans escaped her. She shook and felt him as if he were really there, gently caressing her back, the feeling contrasting with him impaling her hard on his cock. So believable. Her clit ached. She needed him. Something small and sharp entered her arsehole, and she gasped, surprised. Had he not cut his nails? Another finger slowly eased into her pussy, and another, slick. She needed to touch herself. She brought an eager hand down, and her eyes fluttered open. 

"You okay, babe?" He asked, his hand gently pressing into the top of her thigh. His voice was full of genuine concern. "You were moaning in your sleep again." He lowered his voice to a husky whisper. "Were you dreaming about tonight and what I'm going to do to you now that everyone's buggered off? Babe?"

She didn't answer him. Instead she pulled herself up into a kneeling position. That was a vivid dream, more intense than usual. She felt a hand on the small of her bare back and another tilted her chin up for his blue eyes to stare into hers. He felt her ragged breath on his chin.

"Sam?"

"I'm okay. Just had a really intense dream."

"Horny slut."

"Shut it. Time?"

"Not too late. You can still have a shower and make the reservation." He said.

"Good. Did you finish the whole book?" She rolled over to find it nestled in the grass. 'I might read this one too."

"I did indeed. I would love it if you did, we could have dignified conversations about it. You would really enjoy the sex scenes."

"It's Dickens! There are no sex scenes!"

He laughed and grabbed her round the waist, and pulled her to him. 

"We'll have to edit in some sex, then," He uttered in his lowest voice. Sam laughed. He began to kiss his way down her neck, then paused. She turned and looked at him expectantly, then followed his look down and saw the moisture shining on her thighs. 

He grinned at her.

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Sam stepped out of the shower and into one of her favourite bath towels. It was large and engulfed even her. She wandered across the hall to the bedroom and found Dan tying his shoelaces. 

"Hey, naked lady!" came across the room. 

She smiled, dropped the towel on the floor, and opened the lingerie drawer. Instantly she felt him behind her, a good few inches taller and more toned than she was, one arm appearing around her waist and pulling her into him. Something in her jumped erratically for his touch. She let out a long, low whistle.

"I must be hornier than I thought."

"You've been like that all day, so wet, so wanting." Sam could hear the joke in his tone, and didn't take the bait. "Well, is it any wonder considering what you'll be wearing tonight?"

He withdrew two scraps of lace from the drawer, kissed her on the cheek, and dropped them on the bed. 

"See you downstairs in ten?" 

Sam discovered that the lingerie her had picked out ticked the box marked 'Dan's favourite'. Black, sheer, and with no support in the bra. It was the middle of July, so her nipples wouldn't show through the thin fabric, thank god. Yet they both knew she bought the set just to turn him on, and so she came to the conclusion that he must be wanting some tonight. She smiled to herself, and chose to go with matching stockings. She picked a dress that was short and loose enough so that with the right wind he might get a little sneak peak beforehand.

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They went to 'La Romantica' a tiny, old restaurant hidden on the depths of London Road where you could see the chefs working and the staircase was so narrow that you had to wait for the person to come down the stairs before you went up. They discussed Dickens and how long the heat wave would last. This was England, after all, and such weather would be more at home in the Mediterranean. 

"Would you like to go to Jo's?" Dan asked her.

"Is it tomorrow? Maybe, I don't know. It'd be nice to stay in the house, get a takeaway, perhaps. We could watch a film and then go over to the shop for ice-cream?" Sam replied.

"Sure. We went to her party last time. If we go to the next one, we could say you're ill and just relax this weekend." He said.

Dan watched her nod her head in response, her hair floating forwards to cover her face. She brushed it out of the way and smiled at him. He loved it when she wore her hair down. She was somehow more feminine than when she had it up. He grinned to himself. She was such a tease. Her shins in those heels produced a curve that made him want to bite them. He'd spotted earlier that she'd worn stockings. He guessed that it was so he could have her in them later.

The couple ate their way through a shared starter, and separate mains. There was a pause between the courses, and Sam went upstairs, and came down again. As she walked around the back of his chair to get to her own, she pushed something small and black into his hand. A napkin - he thought. But with a smirk as big as that across her face he knew it had to be something more. He lowered it under the table and opened his palm. The sight of it made him go instantly hard.

Whilst they were waiting for dessert he fixed her with such a stare she could of sworn her nipples turned to stones. He was so hot. He had those eyes that could see straight into your soul. Her breasts felt tingly. Almost as if she had pins and needles, but lighter, and it tickled a bit. She couldn't concentrate on him, only the feeling growing stronger in her chest. She really hoped it was Dan having that effect on her. With a look like that, and the fact that she now wore no knickers, and could feel the silk of her dress rubbing against her bare cheeks whenever she shifted in her chair, she presumed it was. She couldn't wait much longer, she wanted him now. She felt swollen slightly, engorged. All she could think about was him touching her, grabbing her, pinching her, biting her. She shut her eyes as her vision overtook her, needing his touch, his body. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. The feeling had gone. Dan hadn't noticed.

They went for an after dinner walk with the rest of the bottle of wine through the local park, and sat under a big old oak tree. There was a gap just big enough for her to sit on top of him between the roots. Sam had started to regret sitting on him in this position, she knew that he must be able to see straight down her top and see her whole body due to her lack of knickers and her sheer bra. He shifted her onto his other knee and she became increasingly aware of his erection, seeming even harder in his tight jeans. His voice thrummed and murmured nothings into her ear.

"Should we head back? It looks like the clouds are coming over."

"Maybe," he said. "I wouldn't mind staying and enjoying, erm," he paused a moment. "The view." Sam could sense the laughter all over his face.

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On the way home, they caught a taxi. Sam had had a little too much wine for his liking, he knew she couldn't drive having consumed what was considered over the legal limit. They had been wanting each other all day. Now was the moment they would be able to release that tension that had been slowly building for some time. Dan couldn't help himself - he slid his hand slowly up her thigh. The driver didn't notice, thank god, but he could feel her tensing the further up he went. Slowly, to build the anticipation. He probably moved a few inches in the time it took them to travel ten miles. She was panting quietly by the end of it, her head on his shoulder, her breath in his ear. She had a hold on his other arm and he was glad that they got home when they did, otherwise he would have lost all feeling in it. They tipped the taxi and ran up the path. He couldn't help himself.

As soon as they were in the house he had her up against the wall, his hands making his way up her skirt. She felt his strength holding her there, she couldn't have moved even if she had to. Instead, she squirmed against him. This only fed his imagination - he growled into her ear, a slow, predator like sound, that raised the hairs on the back of her neck and gave her the feeling she was going to be taken, if she agreed with him or not. He kicked her ankles apart, his legs holding her open for him. His hand reached her centre, finding her moist, he drew a line instead back down her thigh, playing with her. 

"You're a wet little tease."

With the other hand he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him, and then kissed her, biting her tongue and bottom lip. He slowly stroked fingers along the creases where her long legs met her body. Naked and spread under him, she shivered. She could feel his straining cock against her tummy. She closed her eyes and relaxed, moaning into his mouth, she let him have his way. His hand made it's way to the zipper on her dress, trapped between her and the wall. He bit into her neck and growled, pulling her to him away from the wall, and as she didn't fight him, he managed to slide the zipper down.

She felt strong hands pick her up and throw her on to the sofa. Then he was gone, and she didn't know why. Her tits were throbbing again, even without his presence she felt his hands all over her. Pulling her hair, tracing down her back, nipping at the backs of her thighs. Her breasts were bigger than they were before, she could feel her heartbeat in them, throbbing, itching. All she could smell was sex. Her vision blurred and she thought wildly of having been drugged. 

Her fantasy was to be taken and raped, from a bar, after having been slipped something, but she swore to herself that Dan would've given her a sign, a hint it would be tonight. She rolled to the left and fell off the chair, onto the wooden flooring. There was a muffled ripping sound - her dress - probably. She carried on rolling and ended up on her back, her burning flesh artificially hot against the cold floor, sweat making tracks down her sides. She tried to slow her breathing and closed her eyes. There was a scratching, an itch, somewhere deep inside her. She tried to scratch her body on the floor. It wasn't the same feeling when she needed sex, but she had that too. She opened her eyes and saw stars, slowly pulsating in front of her. She wanted to scream, to call for him, but all that came out was a high pitched moan. She scratched her thighs with her nails, deep furrows that burned afterwards. Rolling over and over, but the feeling wouldn't leave her. A strangled noise filled the room, and it took her some time to realise that it was her. 

Dan was upstairs, under the bed, and trying to find his rope. It had been kicking around his bedroom for a while, but had not been used since Sam was over last. 

"Where the fuck is it?"

This wasn't how it was meant to be, the rope should have been waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs, but the only time he could have got it was when she was stood right next to the bed. He heard her moaning. She must be getting herself off. Sexy slut.

"Don't you move from that sofa, or I'll have to come and show you whose boss!" he told her, in the most threatening tone he could muster. It was loud enough so he knew she had heard him.

He shouldn't have let her out of his sight, he didn't want her thinking she could run rings around him. But this couldn't be helped. He fell to his knees, and spotting the little bundle across the room, caught it up and sprinted down stairs. Pausing, he took some deep breaths before opening the door - he had to be the composed one, or this would not work. What was he going to do with her now that he had her? He was suddenly conscious of his cock - it throbbed and ached inside his jeans at the thought of her waiting for him. He considered opening his fly to ease his discomfort, but thought that it would give him away.

He entered the room, and she was nowhere to be seen. Dropping the rope, he went to the sofa. She was on the other side on the floor panting, and moaning his name. Her eyes shut, she was covered in sweat and his first reaction was that she must be in pain. Her head rolled from side to side and she was grabbing her tits hard.

"Sam!" He got down on his knees and held her to the floor by her shoulders. "Are you okay? Sam I -"

She stopped moving, opened her eyes, slowly and seductively, rehearsed, almost. Her eyes were dark, misty and unlike hers. They met his and she opened her mouth and pouted. 

"Oh, Dan, please fuck me."

His boner returned instantly. Little bitch. He got up and crossed the room for the rope. There were more scuffling sounds, and she stood up behind him. There was a dead look in her eyes when she looked at him, mouth open, panting still. Her upper body moved with her breathing, rising and falling with her movement. Her breasts had large hand and nail marks all over them and seemed to be redder than normal. Her stockings were torn, her bra dishevelled. With her hair over her face like that he wanted to pin her to the ground and have his way with her - no matter what.

He opened his mouth to say something but she took a running leap at him, clawing at his crotch. He grabbed a thin wrist and wrestled it to the ground. What was up with her tonight? He knew they hadn't been together for a while, but even so, she was never this physical in bed normally. She fought him, scratching his arm with her other hand until that too was pinned to the ground. It joined her other in his left hand. With his right he removed the remains of her dress, examining them as he did so. Torn. She kicked and screamed his name, then switched to moaning and begging for him to take her. He didn't get what she was playing at, but she was turning him on massively. Normally she was a beauty, but the animalistic nature of her moans made something in him ache. A stray foot connected with his head and disrupted his thoughts. He wrestled with and then sat on her, his six foot four no match for her mere five eleven. He bent down over her struggling body, so that his mouth was level with her ear. He paused. He still hadn't made up his mind that this was an appropriate solution for this situation.

"If me taking you hard is all you desire, then you're going to get it, and them some."

She shook, and gasped. Her breathing became softer, deeper. Her limbs stopped jerking, and he felt her relax under him. He took a deep breath. He had said the right thing. Turning around, he shifted his weight so he wouldn't hurt her, but was still rendering her immobile. He unwound the rope and tied her ankles together. He also proceeded to tie her wrists together, she was less fond of him doing that. He got off her, and she stayed down. 

"Dan? What's happening now?"

Her soft, innocent voice was back. Girlish, even. She sat up and looked at her hands and feet.

"Dan, honey? Why am I tied up like this - why am I naked? What happened to my dress, Dan?"

"Sam? Babe, thank god, you've been worrying me - I had to tie you up to stop you from injuring yourself, or me, for that matter. Can you not remember what's just happened?"

She shook her head.

"Sort of. I remember you pinning me to the wall - bastard!" She spat out the word. "Tell me."

Should he? He knew she wouldn't believe him if he did. Her eyes were filled with curiosity, her expression honest and concerned. She really didn't remember any of it, did she? 

Dan breathed a sigh. He sat down and looked at her. He looked at the floor, paused, and then looked back at her. Her eyes suddenly glittered, she was looking at him with an expression that he had never seen before, and keeping her eyes on his, she slowly started grinding her hips into the floor. She let a breathy wail escape her lips. Dan couldn't take much more, at the very least he had to release himself from his clothing. She seemed incapable of telling him what she wanted. Perhaps he should tell someone about her, just in case - just in case what? She was Sam, his girlfriend. Who must be really, really horny. There was nothing odd about this. She was bound, as normal. He had control, as normal. 

He stood, and gently unzipped his fly. She instantly found the sound, her torso instantly upright, her head snapping to his crotch. Her eyes were black, liquid, and unreadable.

"Is this what you want? Is it? Ooh, you like the look of that, don't you? Yes, it's so stiff for you, baby. This is what you do to me. You want some of it, don't you? You want some of my hard cock."

He ran his hand over his shaft and had to stop himself doing it again. He was so ready now, but if he was right in she needed it more than he did. Her head tilted to the side and a guttural moan shook her body.

She was going to be fucked. Finally. It was all that she wanted. The itch became stronger, somehow sensing it's impending release. Her swollen breasts were now too big for her bra, they felt caged, pulsating and heavy. Nipples inflated and hard. Her cunt was engorged with blood, it was twitching for his touch. There was something in her rectum aching for attention. Her whole body needed contact with something, her own hands, or his. Something told her that his touch would be the more satisfying one. She didn't fight him when he picked her up from the floor. She needed something in her throat, her pussy, her ass. Anything, as long as it belonged to him.




Poison Ivy



There was a ripping sound. Her muscles tensed and she cowered against him. Air caught in her throat and she froze. A strip of fabric was making it's way towards her. It was wrapped around her face and tied at the back. She shook her head frantically and parted her lips to say something.

He could sense her sudden panic. He stroked her hair. 

"Shush, sexy. Settle down now, I'm here."

Her hands found his chest. They were steady, solid. This calm was much better than the previous chaos, but what was making her switch between them?. His next thought could have provoked disaster. Something in him made him say it anyway.

"You know how much you love getting off when you cannot see anything. You love the mystery of it all, don't you, nympho?"

She instantly went for his face, biting and sucking on his lips and tongue. She found and stroked his exposed cock, making him hum and moan into her mouth. She shuffled herself towards his lap, intending to impale herself and soothe her unbearable itch. She was met with a hand around her throat, a strong grip rendering her immobile. 

"On your knees."

She dropped to the floor, his hand following her down. Clad only in her bra and torn stockings, she was bent over his knee, one of his legs over her upper back so she would stay where she was. The curve of her cheeks was exposed, appealing, encased beautifully within the two straps of her stockings. 

"This is for fooling with me. You displease me when you disobey my actions." She struggled with him, urgent sounds coming through the gag, kicking and wriggling. A protest. She normally accepted her punishments, but today, what a brat she was being! He couldn't tell if this was her trying to get him off, or if she didn't agree with his statement. It didn't matter, as he was in control. He slowly smoothed his hand on her cheek. Round in little circles. She mewled. He was going to enjoy this. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her backside. Her yelp started with shock, and ended with a pleasured gasp. He made a mental note to himself - He must hit her harder in future, she was clearly enjoying this too much. He repeated his action and her moan was a little sharper, a little louder. 

"I'm going to hit you another thirteen times. You will count them for me. We will not stop until you have received all of them, and thanked me. You will not orgasm or complain. Do you understand?"

She nodded slowly, but didn't speak.

"Good girl. From three then."

He slapped her hard on the left cheek. He watched as the momentum rippled her flesh.

"Three."

He slapped her on the right cheek this time. She moaned.

"Four."

On the left cheek.

"Five."

She broke out panting.

"Six."

On the right again. He was painfully aware that with each hit his cock wobbled with the movement. He was going to shoot his load in an arc across her back sooner or later, without any contact at all. He must have been the hardest he had been in a long time.

"Seven."

Instantly he needed to feel her around him. Something surfaced, a primitive urge unlike the one he was used to. He shut his eyes as his vision overtook him, needing her touch, her body. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The feeling had gone.

She was waiting. Needing another slap. This was pacifying, taming her urges. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? He gave her a harder slap across the back of the thighs. She screamed.

"Eight."

He gave her four in quick succession.

"Nine, oh!" "Ten." "Eleven." "Twelve, please, Sir!"

One of her stocking straps snapped.

"Thirteen."

Her bum burned with the impact of his hands on her. She loved it. It soothed her fire inside. She knew what would happen. She could sense it. He would take her arsehole for himself sooner or later, and she would be complete. He wouldn't be able to resist. Another slap hit her. She moaned.

"Fourteen."

"Fifteen. Thank... you, Sir."

They both smiled. 

"It was my pleasure."

He ran his hands over her red skin soothingly, comfortingly. He was aware of something on his hand. He brought it to his face and sniffed. Of course. She always got wet when she was spanked. Wet and wanting. His hand moved lower, seeking. She was hot and swollen for him. What a wet little pussy.

"Oh, please don't stop."

He allowed her this little comment, not knowing if it was his Sam or the monster making the words, and continued molesting her body. His fingers brushed over her arsehole. She jumped at his touch and ground herself into his thighs. He was dangerously close to coming, he could feel it in his balls.

"Please, oh, please touch me there, please... I want you in there... Dan, yes, yes, oh fuck me there! I need you!"

Now that was Sam. The Monster didn't use his name. He wiped some of her wetness upon his finger and paused. Was he really going to do this? He knew that if he put his finger inside her he would want his cock in, too. But that seemed to be what she wanted. She was dripping all over him, after all. 

What had she begun? A sadistic creature inside of him was rising. She had started it, but was it appropriate for him to finish it? Surely a nymphomaniac such as her deserved what she got, the way she was behaving? She was asking for it.

She was gently panting against the arm of the chair, her hands swan-like on her back. Her voice muffled against the thick upholstery. Slowly she rotated her shoulder in it's socket - such a delicate movement - and that's when something clicked. She was thrown to the ground. Before she could move he was on her like a lion, pinning her to the floor with his shoulder, his cock meeting her arse just where he needed it. His entrance was met with a high pitched scream, and he could not hold himself back any longer. Large hands scratched her back, pulled her hair as he came, releasing himself into her. Falling onto his back gave him more stimulation on his cock, making him scream and his body quake, immobile under her weight. A hand to her face tore the rag from her, lids open obscenely wide - the whites of her eyes had been replaced with something dark and viscous. She took a huge breath in and her bra finally burst - her mouth open in a silent moan. Her torso was tinged with green, veins marking rivers on her chest, breasts heavy. Ripples under the skin seemed to be the cause of them growing, too big for her frame. Nipples stood out - inappropriately large and dark against her flesh.

He was enjoying this feeling. She looked better with her body like this. He could get used to these, alterations. Delirious, he reached for a nipple, a feeling swelling in his balls already, when he noticed something touching his cock, a tongue, a finger? That was impossible, he was still inside her - but he was growing harder, larger, her warmth griping the base of his cock. 

"No, stop it, Sam, STOP THIS!"

He was answered with a wet gurgle. It ended in something that suggested her throat had just been plugged. She could now not say anything or communicate with him. He held her shoulders and tried to pull himself out, but her hold on him was relentless and solid. She fell on her side, his cock in her arse pulling him over with her.

"Sam!"

He hit her hard on the shoulder. She didn't respond - her throat spluttered and the sound cut through him. Her head lolled and her limbs were still, the monster had won. No emotions rose to the surface. In fact, he was blissfully blank. Somewhere in the fog a shadow flitted between two thoughts, and slowly he began to realise what had just occurred. The tongue on his cock began to roll around his head, catching the underside and licking his shaft. He couldn't breathe or think, he was forced into a world of sensations and urges.

A need so important nothing else mattered. It was still growing inside of her, pulsing and throbbing. Her tits were the size of melons, their weight immobilising her body. She was conscious of every wisp of air on her flesh, sensitive skin that it had given her. She needed his touch badly, knowing her own hands were tied and useless. The black in her nipples were too large for their casings, the pain unbearable. Dan's hand reached around for her tits, but he could not touch them yet - she was not ready. She tried to tell him this, and panicked when she couldn't, but something told her to be calm, that it would be taken care of. Shivers started somewhere, she was not conscious of why. The idea that he still found her appealing grew on her, until the emotion was too much to bare. She was nearly at breaking point. He finally had taken her arsehole, just like she wanted. He was now too big to remove himself from her, she was too strong. She knew that the thing inside her was making him moan, she was turning him on.

Her torso was contorted into waves that started in her neck and moved all the way down her body, the action spreading her new inky colouring with it. She was terrible, and beautiful. Her hair was extending out away from her, thick and glistening, snakelike on his sweaty shirt. All he could recognise was the feeling on his cock, she was milking him, but he didn't need to come. He had to open his eyes. Vision becoming clearer, he knew something had changed. There was a tickle of some sort on his back, his shoulders. Comforting and soft, he reached for it, and it rolled in his grasp. A tentacle. Green, with suckers the size of pennies, massaging his hand softly. He decided he liked the feeling of it, it went well with the feeling on his cock. If he could only get it onto his balls! He needed to get his jeans off somehow. She was in the way. Following it with his eyes, a question occurred to him. Where did this come from? He wanted to know. Suddenly, it became very important to him.

He felt his way down the tentacle, trying to get between her, his clothing and the floor, knowing he couldn't pull out of her. That would be a very silly thing to do, he reminded himself. Liquid was oozing down her thighs from something. Something warm, hot, twitching. Her cunt. But what was this? A pole thicker than any he had seen before was inside her - he couldn't fit his hand around it. It was slick with her sex. It's flesh was soft and smooth, slightly moist from the liquid oozing onto it. He tried to remove it, knowing it didn't belong there, his grasp slipping. It seemed to throb under his fingers.

He felt around the other side of it, and there seemed to be things stuck to it. Soft, tickling circles of flesh, that massaged his hand. No. It could not be.

The tension inside of her had finally broken, and she relished in the feeling. Such a relief. She felt larger now, stronger. With ease, she snapped the rope around her hands and did the same with the loop around her feet. Nothing could control her now. With her hands she tore the ruined stockings from her body. Feeling victorious, she made to stand, but she noticed something was different. There were no moans coming from behind her. The vibrations, rippling movements had stopped. He had stopped. He had deflated slightly inside her, she no longer grasped him by his penis. Turning over, he slipped out of her. She moved him onto his back, and slapped his face and massaged his shoulders, just the way she knew he liked. She needed him alive. 

She stood, and watched him as he lay motionless at her feet. With her new limb she tugged his shirt and his trousers from his body. She caressed his chest, wrapped herself around his arm and squeezed, her favourite part of him. He didn't stir. 

Another feeling grew inside of her. It filled her like a liquid, growing stronger and fuller, taking over her senses. Along with it grew her panic. She knew what was coming. She was not ready for this. Not now, not yet. The pressure in the tip of her was almost too much to bare already. She couldn't do this now. She tried to call for him, but the muscles in her throat were too tight for her to speak. 

Almost of its own accord, her hand started caressing the end of her tentacle. Ooh. How good that felt. Her body tensed with it, creating ripples of pleasure as it did so. How soothing that was. She needed to moan, to express her emotion. She was becoming stiffer and stronger, and slowly, she grew. Her new limb was increasing, curling at her feet as she slowly got herself off. She needed more, craved more. 

A thought occurred to her. What would happen if she repeated his actions towards her, to him? He wouldn't be able to stop her, she was too strong. He was also unconscious, so he wouldn't notice. Her panic softened, and she came to the conclusion that it must be the correct thing to do. She carefully turned him over, getting cushions from the sofa to lay his head on. Reaching down, she slowly felt his cheeks with her hands, her fingers long and bony in comparison to what they were before. For a moment, she was captivated by them, they were so, shiny. She examined her chest, and it matched too, her fingernails the same colour as her nipples. Did that mean they were meant to go together? Her nipples grew the nearer her fingers approached. When they were an inch away, she was breathing fast through her nose and the feeling was much stronger. She could almost feel electric charges jumping from her fingers to her chest. She knew that she could either touch it, and risk pain or pleasure, or move her hand away. If she did, she knew that they would shrink, and she could focus her attention on other things. Tentatively, she stroked her nipple with her finger. 

Fuck, that felt good. Her tentacle throbbed. She brought her other hand to her other breast, and pinched them both at the same time. She throbbed again, needing more stimulation around her. Overcome with how she felt, she didn't notice that she was slowly itching towards him, laid down and helpless, on the floor. 

Her body sung. Her fingers were vices around her tits, the flesh too large to be contained in their prison, bursting out between the bars, swelling and twitching erratically. Something inside her rectum was growing. She needed more. Her tentacle slowly eased inside of him, tight and constricting. She didn't realise until she could go no further what she was inside of. So tight, so warm. Fuck. She opened her eyes to see herself, like a piston, moving quickly in and out of his lifeless body, and soon the feeling became overbearing. She came, her tentacle thickening and releasing inside of her boyfriend, who was unaware and unable to object. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, grinding her clit onto the small of his back, and arched against him. 

A little after, she rolled off of him and was still, all of her except her tentacle. It seemed to like the insides of him, and she let herself keep thrusting in and out, knowing there would be a time where she would want that overwhelming feeling again. The motion in her rectum was getting faster, fuller, and the something was getting larger. She felt it itch along her passage, slowly emerging. She shuddered and shut her eyes against the feeling. At once it was present next to her, a sixth limb to help her in her plight. She could not wait. 

Sensing him waking up, she felt for the hemp under the sofa, and she looped it around his ankles, tied in a knot so tight, she wouldn't be surprised if it cut into his skin. She wrapped her new appendage around his wrists. See how he liked it.

Slowly, he came around. There was a movement of some sort. He stirred, feeling fabric under him. Was he in bed? Was that all just a dream he had created? Breathe, he told himself. And he did. Slowly in and out. And again, in and out. He was so sleepy, and full. Full of what? He was heavy. Heavy and warm, just like after eating a meal and falling into bed. That's where he was, wasn't it? In bed after that lovely meal. 

Something was moving in and out of him. Out of his, what exactly? His arsehole? What? Fucking hell! She must've gotten him really drunk, and they must have picked up another guy and took him home. And now he was raping him while he was asleep. 

"Hey, get out of me, fucker!"

When there was no reply, he attempted to roll over, and get him out of there himself. He struggled with the movement, his senses were fuzzy, distorting the world around him. He managed to get onto his back, fumbling with the cushions slipping out from underneath his body. There was no man. There was no-one, just fuzz. He blinked again and lent his head down against the floor, trying to clear his vision. There was still something inside of him. Warm and slippery, he spotted a tentacle ('Okay, fine, I don't remember what the fuck I took, but I must, must be high right now.') wrapped around his hands like ivy, holding them up above his head.

The thing inside him tensed, and something else was hitting his insides. Something warmer, a gas, he guessed. That wasn't normal. Not normal at all. Where was Sam when he needed her? Where was she now?

"Sam!"

No answer.

"Sam! Where are you?"

Still no answer. He scuffled with his bindings, shouting incoherently as he did so. They did not give in. A pair of large, glassy eyes materialised in front of him, and a hard finger appeared on his lips. Her iridescent torso came into view, sparkling in the light.

"Shut your mouth, honey, or you'll wake the neighbours. And I really don't want you to do that, you see. You really don't want to do that. I don't want us being... disturbed."

He blinked again, this could not be real. Scared, he fell silent under her. The Monster. Of course. 

"Good boy."

Something stroked his thigh. Her soft mouth met his, but he couldn't kiss her back. She persisted, the animated lover that she was. The stroking matched the something that was moving in and out of him. She was kissing him passionately. Her hand met his cock, halfway between soft and hard. Her rhythm was impeccable. It always had been. He smiled at this, the memories, how good a fuck was she? This she took as a confirmation of his feelings. She forced his head between her breasts and growled at him, long and low, to tell him who was boss. He struggled, she was suffocating him in her chest. He could no longer breathe. He tried to move his head back, and hit it hard on the wooden floor. Dazed, he moved forward, entrapped by her, and bit down hard on her flesh. 

She laughed. No moan of anguish, no retaliation of force. A low, sexy chuckle. She lowered her face to his ear and whispered something.

"Now look what you have done, lover. You've been a bad boy. You will soon be exactly like me. Look into my eyes."

With that, the thing inside him tensed and released again, he now knew exactly what it was. It was her, she was in his arsehole. How could she be? Both her hands were right in front of him. No matter, it was her, he could tell from the slick grin that consumed her face.

"What's happened sweet cheeks? Not into as much into anal as we first thought, hmm?" With that she withdrew herself from his body, a huge space inside of him suddenly became cold and unfeeling. 

"I was impressed that you could take me, for my girth far outstrips your own. As you can see by comparison, I am the victor in that department."

He looked her directly in the eyes, and spat at her. Bitch. She snarled. His constraints around his hands constricted and he began to realise that they must be connected. She held her hand out as if expecting something.

"Don't agree?" She whispered, her sudden full lips splitting impeccably into two, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

With that a thick, green tentacle placed itself in her hands. She began to slowly move her hand around it and ran her thumb over its head. Moving down his body, she took him in her other hand and began to synchronise her movements. When she was rewarded with a small gasp, she grinned up at him. 

"You cannot do anything to stop it now. Relax, and enjoy your new body with me."




Poison Ivy



Her movements became faster, then she directed the tentacle at his face.

"Open wide, sugar."

He opened his mouth to object, and received a faceful of a light, almost gassy, strong smelling liquid. Her moans filled the room, and it finally hit home that that was her coming. Her tentacle had just come in his mouth.

His teeth were burning. So was his whole mouth, his lips, his tongue. And now his throat - something that had felt like it had been swallowed was setting his throat on fire. Heartburn, he thought wildly, but threw the suggestion aside in his mind as it bypassed his heart and continued down through his groin and into his thighs.

This was all because of her. He didn't want to look at her, she was an animal, yet she was still so beautiful to him. Was he jealous? He moaned through gritted teeth. No. he didn't need those human emotions anymore. 

The pain in his mouth had started to dull - it was almost like coming down from a high, he thought - less obvious, but it was still there. Soothing, it crossed his head and took over his mind. It changed from a burning passion to a secret desire to release himself, to spread himself over the sofa, the TV, and the rest of the room. The floor seemed to shrink as he stood, hunched over still as the pain developed in his midriff. He tried to stretch his back out - but something was still tight back there. 

The feeling continued down towards his cock, which emerged fuller than before, and now with a bigger, mushroom like head. He growled, and felt the muscles in him vibrate. Now it was in his spine, crunching noises filled the room, sick, twisting and cracking along with the pain that engulfed him. He could feel the vertebrae shatter and reform one by one. Inch by inch the feeling moved away from his centre, he could feel it, as though something was growing out of his back like a tail.

She watched him as he stood, and cricked his neck, the purple slowly making it's way down his upper body, inky swirls that stirred the colour into his flesh. He faces her, his pointed teeth emerged from thin lips twisted up into a sneer.

His pubic hair was long and shaggy, but it barely disguised his need to her. His finer chest hair was softer looking, you could see his nipples through the sheer covering. His pectorals were bisected beautifully by a thin river of fur, leading down towards where his large black cock was trying to hide. His head hair was long and inky. He moved gingerly over to her, his long spear of a tail and his muscles still twitching.

Liquid stretched over his wide eyes in thick, gooey ropes, a vivid, acidic green that snapped as it fell from his upper lids. He scraped it away with the back of his hairy hand, and blinked in the light, focussing on her with an intent stare. 

This is what she wanted. Finally, he was going to have her.

She arched her back, inviting him to have his way with her. A shiver ran through her bones, and that ache was back. He was approaching, his eyes mean and his cock thick. His arms were bigger than she'd seen before and the muscles rippled as he moved his limbs. On top of her, bearing down upon her, she moaned, blowing air onto his face. Begging.

He threw her aside. Bitch.

The feeling finished in his chest. Thee ends of his fingers and his toes felt fragile, not yet fully formed. He held up a hand, and examined his nails, thick, black and pointed. Dropping his arm, he saw her, stunned, laid out before him like a rug.

Their eyes locked, and something in him sung - he threw his hands up into the air and roared, his head thrown back, his now long hair flashing behind him. He needed her. He had to have her. The feeling tore up his chest. His shoulders came down to the floor, his body on all fours, and he looked at her, and understood. All of him was aching for his release. He was tense all over, his cock...he was rock hard, so hard it was uncomfortable. Every time his muscles pulsed, it seemed to be more painful. His thighs were quivering under him. He doubted they would hold his weight for much longer, but that didn't matter now. 

She had her back against the floor, breathing hard from grappling with him. He prowled up to her, placing her wrists in his grasp, and positioning himself between her legs. She let him. It was what she wanted, after all. A low growl emanated from his chest.

He kissed her. Their faces met, his hard and hers soft, lips giving way to tongues and searching movements, caresses. A flick of his tongue, and she melted, relaxed down to the floor. He pressed down on top of her, and bit down into her neck, pulling the iridescent flesh away from her body, then letting it ease out of his teeth. Moans emerged, her frustration voiced at her hands being held like a prisoner. 

Increasingly aware of something wrapping around his upper arms, a gentle caress, he drew upwards from her, head turning to the side. Tentacles-he hadn't thought about them. They stroked his shoulders, his muscles responding, softening his resolve. He bit hard into her bottom lip.

No. 

She was his.

He grabbed one of the tentacles and placed it along with her wrists in his bear like hands, above her head. The other one, well he was allowed a little fun too, wasn't he? He grinned as it found his place on his shaft, easing up and down, putting pressure just under his head. He leaned back into her warm aura, devouring her mouth with his teeth, drawing blood unnecessarily. She gasped in pain - but he knew that this is what they both enjoyed.

All that mattered was that she submitted to him. She was his property, his to keep, tease and teach. Forever.

He picked her up in his grasp, her tentacle still wrapped around his cock, slowly moving from his shaft to base and back again. Still mid kiss, he caught up the rope and looped it around one wrist. He deposited her on the sofa, keeping her down with his bodyweight. Slowly, she came to realise what he was doing to her, and began to protest, she kicked and moaned, wanting her freedom. Spread open for him, he ran the rope under the sofa and tied it to her ankle. He repeated the action on her right side. Would it hold? He caught up the knickers that were laid abandoned across the room and forced them into her protesting mouth.

He stood back to catch his breath. She was now tied to the sofa, good and proper. Just the way he liked her. She fought it, her limbs straining against their bonds. He trusted his knots, she wasn't going anywhere.

"Shut your face, sweetie. Daddy's going to have his way with you now."

He knelt and took the tentacles in his hands. They waved at him, serpentine between his fingers. This was the right thing. He paused, how was he meant to do this? Was any head really good head? He sighed, and put the tip of one into his mouth.

Instantly it swelled as his tongue massaged it, circling the top with his lips, trying to keep his teeth out of the way. It itched towards the back of his throat, and he gripped it tightly in his hand to prevent it from doing so. There was a muffled moan from above him, she clearly liked it. He tried to reciprocate the feelings he received when she was giving him head, and her body relaxed onto the sofa, shiny skin twitching.

He tried to give a hand job to the other one at the same time, tried to synchronise the movement of his hands and tongue. Gasping. Her breathing became faster, heavier. She was still pulling on her bindings, wanting her release.

She was so close, so close. Just a little more, that's all she wanted. How could she be so close to falling off the edge and yet still not be coming?

He bit down into her flesh.

She came, ripples tearing through her flesh, his cock huge inside of her, throbbing and stiff. She engulfed it with her cunt, grasping and releasing it as she yelled. Incoherent noises came from her mouth, her eyes open to the whirl of colours she was seeing. A blur of orange from the sofa, chocolate from his hair. Her breath catching, she tried to inhale deeply, needing more oxygen. Her clit was tight, her hands gripping the cushions underneath her, her knuckles white and straining. Her body a riot, somewhere in the middle she was aware of him coming inside her, releasing himself into her body, smothering her insides with himself, hot and brilliant.

Eventually, she came back to consciousness, tired, over stimulated but happy. Panting, she opened her eyes. She saw him through her mirage of colours, spurious, yet firmly stood in front of her.

That was the best orgasm he had given her, ever. 

"Want some more, nympho?"

"No. Sir." she gasped.

"Oh really?"

"Yes Sir. Po-Poison ivy."