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Prick

By: wonderful



Lisa put down the phone.

"That's disappointing," she said a she turned towards me, her shoulders slumping, a little pout forming on her lips. "Sally can't come, she's got to work."

Bloody disappointing.

Sally, her husband Jack, Lisa and I had planned a big sailing weekend in the tropics. We'd paid a huge deposit, booked flights and everyone had been as excited as school children planning for it.

Jack was the best sailor and his presence allowed us to qualify to hire the boat and take it to some pretty out of the way places. So there would be no crew, just the four of us sailing, sipping and ... well and ... the boat had two doubles beds, one in the pointy bit, the other one down the back. Jack would have said for'ard and aft I suppose. 

Any, without him, we would do our deposit cold. So I asked the question I didn't want to.

"What's the story with Jack, then?" I said. 

"Sally hasn't told him yet, she thought she'd better let us know first," Lisa said. "She's ringing him now. I guess we just have to wait and see. It's a lot of money ... "

I thought of all the permutations. Money gone, no holiday was high among them.

Maybe I could impersonate Jack and hopefully sail the boat with just Lisa and I.

And if we sank it and drowned ...?

Just as I was thinking all was lost, the phone rang. 

It was Sally; she had spoken to Jack and had insisted that he go without her.

I heard Lisa saying stuff like "are you sure Sally?" and "oh that's really nice of you" and other things like that while she looked at me with a huge grin.

I know I was bloody sure. I wanted my holiday, and I didn't want to loose my money.

Lisa put down the phone.

"Sally insists that Jack comes with us so they don't do all their money either, and she feels bad about upsetting our holiday plans," she confirmed matter of factly.

"But apparently the call has come from head office and there's not a lot she can do. She did say at the time this was a possibility.

"Anyway, as far as we're concerned it's still on!"

The formal communication process over, she then let out a huge "yippppeeeeeee!"

And the slumped shoulders were gone and the pout was replaced by a broad grin.

Lisa loves her holidays.

And me!

The big Volvo engine roared into life at the touch of the button Jack asked me to push.

"That was easy enough," said Jack. "We'll wait and see how you go at putting up sails though before we declare you a proper sailor!"

I didn't mind his condescending banter.

Sailing and I had never really crossed paths, but I was game to try. And he's been trying for a while to beat me at tennis.

As we sailed out of the dock, Lisa was down below (see using nautical terms already) mucking around with her luggage.

"Which end of the boat do you want Jack," she said.

"Both bedrooms are pretty much the same size."

"Cabins," roared Jack. "You're on a boat Lisa, they're cabins."

So it was going to be like this for both of us, Jack showing off his nautical knowledge. 

But I don't think Lisa cared either that Jack was being a smart arse, because hey without him we wouldn't be here.

And here was turning into a mighty special place.

We were by now leaving the docks and the cityscape far behind, the wind was blowing gently, the big engine purring as it took us out in the wide channel we would follow to our first stop over – Wilson's Bay.

It was secluded, protected on all sides – well according to the bloke from whom we hired, oops chartered, the boat.

"Best place to head to first night," he had said. "Then make up your mind after that. The world is yours!"

Lisa came up to join us.

"Wanna steer," said Jack.

"Sure," she replied. "Not much to run into out here."

"Well she's all yours baby," said Jack

"Of course that means you can't have a drink now, but Ian and I can.

"Ian, get your captain a drink and while you're at it, have one yourself!"

Lisa's pouted.

"Prick," she said.

"We'll all get our turn," said Jack. "And anyway, Wilson's Bay isn't that far away.

"We won't be too many glasses ahead of you by the time we weigh anchor."

I was tempted to say something about why do we need to know how heavy the anchor is, but thought better of it.

Instead I just opened a bottle of chardie that Lisa had put into the fridge, then found two glasses and performed my waiting duties, as requested by the captain.

"Cheers, captain, to your good health," I said.

"Cheers, too," said Jack.

"How much further to Wilson's Bay," said Lisa plaintively?

"Not far now my dear, just over there, see where those other boats are," said Jack.

"Reckon you can steer us there without hitting any of them?"

"Prick," Lisa replied.

"She has a thing about pricks, your wife," said Jack.

"I reckon your end of the boat will be rocking tonight." J

Jack dropped the anchor over the side and the splash was followed by the grrrrr of the chain, then quiet.

Everyone looked at each other in celebration of the quiet. The engine killed, there was now just the occasional queerup of some bird, invisible among the thick bank of trees to the south.

And a whisper of a breeze.

But the main noise was no noise.

"This is perfect," said Lisa, by now equipped with a glass of chardonnay and standing on the bow, just idling away time.

At the back of the boat, I lifted up the lid on the marine barbecue. 

"How good's this," I said.

"I'm happy to be cook tonight if you two just want to kick back, but I expect my glass to be topped up regularly."

"Done deal," said Lisa.

"Fine by me," said Jack.

The pair of them found a comfortable place to sit on the deck while I set the barbecue ablaze, and went down below to find the salad stuff and the meat.

Lisa had carefully arranged it all in the little fridge. This was too easy. While the barbecue got warmed up, I tossed some lettuce, sliced some tomatoes and made the salad.

Back up on deck, I put the steaks on the barbecue.

As I looked around, Jack and Lisa were chatting away amiably.

"Pity Sally couldn't be here," said Lisa. "This is too good for words.

"And it will only get better," said Jack. "We've got four days of this and places as good as this to stop in at all along the coast."

I reached for my mobile and said: "Let's send Sally a pic, cuddle up you to and I will get the scenery behind you."

Jack and Lisa moved really close together, I clicked the phone camera and then sent the picture to Sally's number.

It didn't take long for the reply.

"Looks beautiful," Sally had written, "but tell that prick of a husband of mine to put your wife down!"

"Seems your wife is as interested in pricks as mine," I laughed. "Sally says to tell that prick to put down my wife."

"Tell her I'll think about it," laughed Jack, squeezing Lisa even tighter and giving her a peck on the lips for good measure.

"Good thing I didn't photograph that," I said. "Or she'd be on the first flight down here."

Lisa smiled impishly.

"Come on, let's tease her, take a photo of Jack and I having a little kiss, it's not our fault she's not here," she said.

I raised the camera and Lisa planted a fairly serious kiss on Jack's lips as I clicked away.

"I like this game," said Jack.

"That's as far as it goes," said Lisa.

"Sending now," said I.

I turned the steaks and waited for the return text message.

And not for long.

"You're all a bunch of pricks," Sally had written, and added a smiley face; to make sure she knew she was kidding.

"Bait taken," I said. "She says we're all pricks!

"I think the steaks are ready!"

We ate around the galley table, opened another bottle of wine and chatted happily about everything and nothing.

Everyone was relaxing into the moment. Through the window, all right porthole, the sun was setting somewhere over behind the trees. There was a pinkie glow on the water and it was nice and cosy in the cabin against the evening's chill.

Then my phone went ... a text message from Sally.

"What are you pricks up to now," she wrote.

"Sally wants to know what we pricks are up to now," I announced.

"Take a photo of the wine bottle and the glasses," Jack said.

"That'll give her the irrits."

I did and sent it to her.

The reply was pretty instant.

"Gee a girl could do with a drink right now right here," she wrote.

Jack explained that even though it was getting late to still be in the office, this was a huge deal and as the chief lawyer, it was her job to see it through, day or night.

"But that doesn't mean we can tease her a bit more," I said.

"What else can we do?"

I reached for another bottle of wine and the three of us meandered on to other subjects.

Another text message.

"Gone quiet down there I hope you're not doing anything with my husband you shouldn't be you two."

I read the message to Jack and Lisa.

"All depends on what 'doing anything we shouldn't be' means," said Lisa.

"We haven't staged a mutiny and made him walk the plank, if only because neither of us can sail the boat."

We laughed.

"So you'd toss me overboard if I wasn't such a good sailor," said Jack.

"But I don't think that's what she means, I reckon she's talking about that photo we sent her earlier of you and me having a pash."

Lisa smiled: "Let send her another one!"

I grabbed the phone and she eased up to Jack on the sofa and gave him another pretty serious sort of kiss.

I clicked and sent.

"That was fun," said Jack, "let's see what the response is. If it's the right one, we might have to give her a bit more to think about!

"Calm down Jackie boy," said Lisa, "don't want you getting too excited with your wife so far away!"

I went to the fridge.

"More wine?!"

Two nods and an air of expectation as we waited for the phone to go.

I filled glasses, looked at the three empty bottles and noted, with just a bit more than a light head, we'd had a few by now, and we began to talk about plans for tomorrow when my phone made the noise that said incoming text.

"I see the captain has a wench for the night while his good wife is safely at home in port," Sally had written.

Then came another text message shortly afterwards.

"You're all pricks!"

I read them both out.

"I'm not," said Lisa. "I don't have one."

As she spoke, there was just a hint she might have had a bit more to drink than usual.

Mind you, neither Jack nor I was innocent of that. A bottle and a glass each, but who was counting, we were on holidays.

"But I do," said Jack. "Let's send her a photo of it. That will get her going."

"You're kidding," Lisa said. 

"Never been more serioussss," and the way he said serious confirmed he was slipping deeper into happy inebriation.

"Ian, as your captain, I commend you to take a photo of my prick!"

I looked at Lisa; she looked at me and while all the looking was going on there was the unmistakeable sound of zip being undone.

"Put it away Jack before you do yourself an injury," laughed Lisa.

"If I injured it your captain would need a nurse to take care of it," Jack said and grinned at Lisa.

The wine was talking. He'd crossed over and it looked like it was going to be time to take him in hand, well not take him in hand actually, rather to put him to bed.

"Come on Jack," I said. "Beddy byes!"

"No way," he declared. "Not until you have sent my wife a picture of my prick."

As he said that, he was reaching inside his fly and trying to extricate his prick from his boxers.

"Come on Ian," he commanded, pulling his penis through the fabric and dangling it in the night air.

"Not bad eh?" he said, looking at Lisa.

"Bet he hasn't got one that big?"

Again Lisa and I looked at each other, then at the naked prick.

"Bet he has," said Lisa, well knowing what I had stuck inside my pants, and what Jack just had to say next.

"Prove it!"

Now you think about it. Where does that leave me?

Yeah, put him to bed.

Or prove it. And this would be better than beating him at tennis. And heck I'd put up with his cheap shots about my sailing inabilities all day. I took a long sip on my wine glass and notice Lisa was doing the same.

"Well, Ian, why not," I heard her say, she too apparently up for a little belittling of Jack and no doubt just a bit loosened by the wine?

"And who's doing the measuring here," said Jack, "rules people, rules, on the slack versus stiff, or what?"

"Well it's pretty obvious Lisa has to be the judge," I said.

"Fair enough, but on the slack or fully stiff," insisted Jack.

"Oh don't be silly, we'll do both," said Lisa.

"And who's going to get me stiff then," said Jack, smiling at his own cleverness. My wife is miles and miles away."

Lisa didn't miss a trick.

"Ever heard of masturbating you wanker," she said?

"Are we going to do this or just going to argue about it all night, because if you're not serious, let's just all head off to bed."

Jack looked down at his flaccid prick, then up at me. "Well, you heard your wife," he said.

I undid my fly and reached into my trousers and pulled out his handsomeness.

As big as Jack was, it was pretty obvious who had won this argument but the formalities had to be followed.

"Both of you stand together," Lisa said.

"Mmmmm, sorry Jack, from where I am standing it's pretty obviously Ian."

Jack grimaced but then said: "But we've still got to measure them stiff."

"Oh I suppose so," said Lisa.

"Okay boys, masturbate away and let's get this over with!"

I started to rub my cock into action, wishing it were Lisa's hand where mine was.

And thinking about what might happen when the two of us finally did to bed.

His handsomeness responded fairly quickly.

Jack too was rubbing away and to my amazement, his penis just grew and grew. It was bigger than it was on the slack, or so it seemed.

"Waddya reckon now, eh?" he said. "Just thinking about your wife looking at me did that, proud of yourself Lisa."

She smiled: "I am sure Sally would have had the same effect if she was here."

But you could tell she was, well impressed.

"Well," said Jack, "which is bigger now, eh?"

"It's a bit hard to tell," said Lisa.

"It's meant to be hard," said Jack, "come on, on with the judging."

Lisa grabbed her wine glass, as if seeking courage, or at least time to think.

"Umm, well my hand span is seven inches, I guess I can see who exceeds that the most and declare them the winner," she said.

"I am first," said Jack and walked towards Lisa.

She gingerly got close to him and bent over to place her outstretched hand as closely as she could to Jack's prick.

As her hand got closer, I swore it grew another inch.

"Did I do that?" Lisa said.

"That would be telling," said Jack.

"But if you actually touched me, and it grew some more, than you would know the answer anyway."

Lisa looked at me, we were both enthralled by this amazing penis that somehow just kept growing.

She reached towards Jack's penis again, this time putting her thumb against the base of it and her little finger as far as it would go towards the tip.

God help us, it grew again.

"Oh my," said Lisa, realising that one, she had done it, and two, right now she had hold of another man's prick while her husband was watching.

And probably, but only realising it fully some time in the future, sensing that as she touched that man's prick, her husband didn't protest.

Back in the present, Jack's prick was clearly longer than her seven-inch hand span, and bloody well still growing. 

"How much bigger does it get?" said Lisa.

"That's a matter that's in your hands," said Jack, triumphantly.

"But I bet you can't get Ian to even start to match this.

"You've got a hand span of seven inches, well I reckon you can add two to that!"

I had been a patient, careful spectator to all this. And probably an amazed one, for a reason.

I was amazed that I had had no violent reaction to Lisa touching Jack's prick.

I was amazed that this thing of his seemed to have a life of its own.

That average on the slack prick of Jack's was transmogrifying into a monster.

"I think Ian deserves his chance," said Lisa.

As she took her hand away from Jack's penis, it shrank.

As she came close to mine, I felt the engorgement. Then she pushed her thumb against the base and ran it along the side of my penis, which was now doing its own amazing growing act.

I watched as it stretched beyond her hand span.

Lisa watched too.

So did Jack.

"Growing, growing, growing," he said.

"But not enough eh?"

"I don't know," said Lisa. "There's not much in it!"

And then he said it.

"A bit like your fanny at the moment, nothing in it, but we could change that couldn't we," said Jack, looking at me, then at Lisa, with a silly grin on his face.

"You prick," said Lisa.

"We've already done that, Lisa, we know you're a prick girl" laughed Jack," now come on we've got a tie here – Ian's bigger on the slack, I will wear that, I'm bigger hard, how about a tie break, the one that fills you up the most is the winner."

"No way," said Lisa. "No way at all." It seemed that finally, Jack had gone too far for even the liberal amounts of wine to accept.

"But Lisa, surely you'd love to be really filled up, if your hand did what it did to me, imagine what your fanny would do. 

"We might get to 10 inches."

"Excuse me," I said, "I am here too. I think it's time to we all got back to our senses.

"We've all had a bit too much to drink and some of us might have a bad case of the ' oh no's' in the morning. 

"It was a bit of fun, got a bit out of control."

I finished my sermon and looked at Lisa for support.

She had a look on her face I had never seen before. She looked at Jack's erect penis, then at mine, then back at me.

"Can we," she whispered, the words barely coming out of her mouth?

"What," I said.

"Can we," she repeated a little louder this time. "Please can we?"

This was dangerous, this was wrong but this was going to happen and hang the consequences in the morning, because there were already consequences aplenty.

A Rubicon had been crossed, first way back by Jack's drunken schoolboy banter, but then, with no escape route, by Lisa's breathless whisper: Please can we?

By telling me she wanted it to happen, Lisa had taken us to a distant and dangerous shore. She wanted to have sex with another man. She had told her husband she wanted to have sex with another man. She wanted to have sex with that man while having sex with her husband. And this man had a wife who was our friend.

It was an act of betrayal at many levels, yet it was still going to happen. Why was it going to happen?

Because I had gone across that Rubicon, not with Jack, but with Lisa, when she said those words, I had felt a frisson.

And that frisson, a mixture of emotions so tumultuous that they can't all be articulated or measured even in the soberest of moments, was all conquering.

The betrayal of Sally, the logic that said a husband should stop all this madness from his wife, the jealous rages that should have been aimed at Jack, they were powerless against this magical frisson.

I suddenly felt greatly empowered. Jack didn't have penis envy, but he did have Lisa envy. I had something he wanted. My wife.

There were no words now, no silly banter, no whispered pleas of please from Lisa. 

In this place of sweet silences there was the most confronting silence of them all. The one that asked: What's next then?

Lisa held out her hands, one towards Jack, one towards me.

"I love you both," she said, breaking the silence.

"Jack I will love you in a special way tonight, but the love I have for my husband is infinite.

"Where we are right now is a place to which we might never be able to return, so please, let's make it right. I am accepting full responsibility for my actions, our actions.


Prick Teaser



As Connor looked out through his study window, he could see his wife as she flitted about the garden clipping at this, pruning that and generally having an enjoyable time.  She loved the garden and seemed totally within her element.  The weather was hot so Lorna was dressed accordingly.  She had on a light cotton cropped top that barely covered her assets followed by a short skirt that was having equal difficulty.

As she moved closer to the open window of his study, Connor could hear her humming some tune that he could not recognise.  He looked back at his work but was aware that his concentration had long gone and had now been replaced by something else, a burning sensation that was spreading out from the pit of his stomach.  

There was a tap on the window, which drew him back from his thoughts "do you want a cup of tea?" Lorna asked him.  In a casual glance, he took in the vision that was standing before him.  Her hair was slightly dishevelled; her face and arms had that warm glow of a fresh tan.  But above all, his eyes were drawn to the two pert mounds of her breasts, breasts that gently heaved beneath the thin material of the cropped top.  Indeed in her exertions the top had rucked up slightly so as to show the smoothly rounded naked curves of the lower half of these breasts.  Her nipples were for some reason slightly erect, and could be clearly seen, albeit in relief.

"Yes please," he croaked, smiling at his private thoughts.  The burning sensation had immediately been taken over by the first flushings of an erection.  He felt the pulsing as his flesh expanded making him instantly uncomfortable.  A smile passed swiftly across Lorna's face as she moved away.  It was evident that she knew what sort of reaction she had caused within her husband.  She made no attempt to straighten her top and seemed to delight in the free feeling that wearing no bra produced.

Connor mentally put another notch in his stick, which showed the amount of times that his wife had knowingly teased him.  It was a subject that neither had discussed, but he felt that she must be aware of the results of the little things she did.  Lorna knew for instance how her naked body turned him on.  Knew how being dressed in sexy underwear turned him on even more.  She admitted that wearing stockings excited her because she knew it gave her husband an erection every time she wore them, plus she loved the way her thighs rubbed together when encased in the silky material.  No there was no mistaking that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, but most of all, to his cock.

Once again, a movement by the window drew him back from his reverie; the chink of cups heralding the arrival of his tea.  Lorna leaned over the windowsill and placed his cup beside him.  Her rose coloured lips puckered into a kiss, which he duly returned letting his tongue feel the hard cleanliness of her teeth.  

The smell of her perfume was strong in the air.  Once again the surge of blood to his loins caused his cock to pulse into full red-bloodied erection.  He wanted to take this kissing further, his hands already groping forwards to caress the pert globes in front of him.  "Oops" laughed Lorna.  "You must be getting on with your work."  With that, she skipped away.  

Yet another notch to add to his stick.  Cursing under his breath, but outwardly smiling, Connor returned to his work, trying to get his thoughts under control.  

It was not long however, before Lorna moved once more into his field of view.  Only this time she had one leg in the flowerbed, the other was on the lawn, and she was bending over to root out some weeds.  With her back angled toward him, Connor's eyes roamed over the sight before him.  They travelled up the tanned legs, across the firmness of the thighs to where the skirt was being stretched to its limit,displaying to full potential the well-formed and rounded cheeks of her behind.  As he stared, she moved slightly. This enabled him to look up her cropped top to where both breasts dangled freely, pendulously swaying with her movement, capped with startlingly large erections.  Connor's cock threatened to break free from its encasement.  As he watched and wondered as to why her nipples were erect.  She moved once again, only this time the skirt could take no more and slowly slid up her thighs.  As it rode up, he held his breath.  He could tell from the lack of panty line that she was wearing one of her G-strings, at least that is what he had thought, but now, as his eyes watched, her pubic region came into full view.  The bulging flesh of her labia, smooth and bereft of any hair.  Connor realised that he had been holding his breath for some time now, and released it.  He felt his cock pulse in the first spurts of an orgasm, looking down, he realised that through the material of his trousers, he had been gently rubbing himself.  What with that and the incredibly erotic view of his wife in near nakedness, yet not apparently knowing that she was displaying for him, had been enough to provoke this end result.  But as he rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up, he thought, how could she not know?



A little later that day, he returned to his room to carry on with his work.  He found however that this was just not possible.  Thoughts of Lorna, carnal thoughts, kept coming to him.  He remembered the most recent of her teasing, teasing in which he had not been given the opportunity to get what he wanted.  Like the time she had been dressing to go out, he was not invited so just lay on the bed talking to her as she got ready.  He was fine until she pulled on the smallest pair of panties she had in her possession, clipped on a black suspender belt and then proceeded to pull up her legs the sheerest pair of silk stockings she had.  This was so erotic that his penis began to make its presence known.  He had made a grab for her then, but she neatly side-stepped saying "there will be time for that later, you'll make me late."  However, it was apparent from her smile, that she had achieved her objective for the night.  Another occasion was when she had called Connor at work.  Her breathing was erratic and he could hear in the background a light buzzing sound.  On asking her what she was doing, she replied that she was cooking in the kitchen.  But Connor knew that sound of old.  He knew it was one of her vibrators, and knew that as the sound was muffled it could only be in one place, that hot wet vagina of hers.  Lorna had known that he would immediately pick up this sound and would then be thinking of her for the rest of the afternoon, and of what she was doing.  But whenever he confronted her about masturbation she would deny that she ever did it.  Of course there was always the times that he got dressed for work on her side of the bed and could not help but look at her as she got out.  His cock would invariably swell in erection at the sight of her nakedness.  But she would always pretend not to notice this manifestation of his appreciation and lust.  What with this latest episode, and the thoughts of how she had taunted him when they were last out, by wearing the shortest of skirts with suspender tights and no knickers.  Yet would not let him even run his hands along her thighs; had finally pushed him over the edge.  He began to lay his plan.   



That evening, as Lorna had a bath to rid herself of the dirt from the garden.  Connor plotted.  He waited for her to get dressed, noting with pleasure that she put on sexy black underwear and stockings, followed by a long flowing skirt and black silk blouse.

"How long will you be out?" he asked.

"Oh, only 'till about nine" she replied.  "What will you be doing?"

"I have one or two things in mind.  I'm not totally sure yet," offered Connor.

Picking up her coat, she left Connor with a moist kiss, leaving the smell of her perfume in the air and the taste of her lipstick on his mouth.  Already his cock had begun to pulse in excitement.  He began to put his plan into operation.  Getting out his muscle bench, four leather belts, two vibrators and a nine-inch dildo, followed by a blind fold.  He then went to the cupboard and brought out the video camera and the Kodak instamatic camera setting the first up in the appropriate position.  He then set about making up a nice warming log fire, then settled down to wait.

It was not long before the long hand of the clock, clawed its way towards nine o'clock.  Before it had quite made it, the lights of Lorna's car were seen in the drive as she parked her car.  Connor moved to the front door opening it.  Lorna walked in smiling with pleasure.  "Why thank you," she said.  "Just for that, the man of my dreams will get a kiss."  She then smiled.  "But as he's not here right now, you'll do." Then planted a loving, tender kiss on Connor's lips.   Connor took off Lorna's coat and hung it on the peg.  Turning he said,  "I have a surprise for you.  Here, put this on."  He produced the blind fold and tied it around her head.  "What's going on?" Lorna asked.  

"Just you wait and see."

Connor lead her to where he had positioned the muscle bench, and as he walked by, flicked the switch of the video camera to record.  Holding both of Lorna's hands firmly together, he planted another kiss gently on her lips, at the same time slipping one of the belts around her wrists and tightened the buckle.  "OOOh being kinky are we?" Said Lorna, not realising the extent to which Connor would be taking this.  "Just you wait and see" he said with the hint of theatrical gangster undertones. 

Leading her by the belt he placed her in front of the muscle bench which had a portion raised.  He then firmly pushed her across, this and taking the belt pulled her arms forward, and tied her firmly.  She was now in a standing position bent over across the bench.  "What are you doing, where's my surprise?" 

"You're getting it"; Connor said gruffly, as he bent down and secured first one leg, then the other to the bench.  Standing back he admired the view of Lorna's firm behind, her legs set slightly apart, still clad in her black stockings.  For once he had her exactly where he wanted her.  There was no chance of her ducking out now.

There was a click as his flick knife blade sprang forward from the handle.  Ever so slowly he lifted up her skirt and placed it across her back.  Her very brief knickers in this position made no attempt to cover her moist opening.  In one swift movement, he cut the small garment from her throwing it to the floor.  It was at this stage, that he took out the camera and took a shot of the sight before him.  A beautiful pussy framed by black suspender belt and delightfully laced stocking tops.  Connor took another picture from closer up, his breathing erratic.  "What are you doing back there?" said Lorna in her best schoolmistress type voice.  He didn't reply but instead moved to her side and knelt down.  Gently and with quivering hands, he undid the buttons of her blouse, then expertly opened the front catch of the bra releasing Lorna's firm breasts from their captivity.  He folded back her blouse and then clipped her bra together again across her back to keep everything in place.  To all intents and purposes she was now naked.  He could see from her flushed expression that Lorna was enjoying every minute of this.  Connor next produced a heavy linked gold chain, to which he had attached some clips.  This he then proceeded to clip onto her nipples.  The heavy weight of the chain pulled on her nipples in such a way that it made Lorna squirm.  "Mmmmm, that's nice.  What are you doing?"

"Patience," he replied.  He walked back round to her behind and knelt between her slightly parted legs. He began his assault on her fanny by first gently blowing on it, then placing gossamer kisses that could be mistaken for a fairy's.  Then his tongue began to probe.  First in and around the labia lips which began expanding, then he would insert his tongue into her hole, simulating a fucking motion.  "OOOhhh yes, that's good, more, more!"

This is what he wanted to hear, so immediately he stopped.  It was her turn to need it. To want it.  "Oh don't stop, please," she almost begged.  Connor stood up.  Picking up the nine-inch dildo he placed the head between her swollen lips gently pushing it in at a half an inch a time, before pulling it out again.  It was not long before her cries of orgasm came.  "Yes. Yes ughmmmm give it to me.  Yes fuck me!"  Connor began to push harder on the dildo until it filled her pussy to the hilt.  He then strapped it to the bench and said to her "If you want it then fuck it."  As she began to thrust on the rubber cock he stood back and ensured that the video camera was taking this all in.  

Moving around to her front, he stepped over the bench and roughly grabbed her head thrusting in his rampant cock deep into he mouth.  "Suck it," he shouted, as he began to thrust the whole of his cock down his wife's throat.  It was not long before he neared orgasm, so taking his cock out of her mouth, he switched places with the dildo, which Lorna had continued to fuck.

Lorna screamed in excitement as he entered her, filling her vagina in one swift movement.  He then picked up the small finger vibrator and began massaging her lips and clit with it.  "OOOOhhhh GGGGOdd I'm coming again, oh Connor yes, yes."  Connor slipped the finger vibrator into her fanny as he thrust into her.  She now had both him and the vibrator inside her.  Both of them feeling the benefit of the vibrations.  "Come on," she screamed.  "Come for me."  He panted as this urgent plea brought him to his limit.  "Uuggh," was all that he could manage as his hot semen began to flood deep into his wife's fanny.  "OOOOOhhhhhh uuummmmm  ooooo uuuhhh.  Yes, that's good," she squirmed as he continued to thrust deeply.

Shot after shot of his ejaculation filling her.  Unbuckling the belts, Connor allowed Lorna to sit on the bench.  But instead of removing the blind fold, he put into her hand the eight-inch vibrator and commanded, "use this on yourself."  With that he walked away and stood by the camera.  Lorna sat, not moving.  The chain still attached to her nipples swayed gently, the constant movement keeping her nipples in a permanent state of erection.  Her left hand slowly moved to her engorged fanny lips and parted them, as the middle finger of her other hand began to fondle her clit.  Connor watched as his wife's fingers belayed their expertise.  He had long known that she masturbated, but had not wanted to admit this to him openly.  Now he watched as she began to pleasure herself.  Her tongue flicked out across her lips moistening them.  She felt for the vibrator and picked it up, switching it on with the same hand.  The soft buzzing sound easily picked up by the microphone on the camera.

The moist squelching sound audible too as the head of the vibrator was pushed into her fanny.  "Umm," escaped her lips.  "Ummmoooh."  She moved to the edge of the bench and began the thrusting with more urgency.  Connor could see that she was already nearing orgasm, so he reached across and picked up the dildo, passing that to her.  Without a pause, she ran her tongue over the erection then place that between her lips and in one practised movement, pushed both the dildo and the vibrator into her wet pussy.  "Ooh God, ummm oohhh."  Her whole frame began to shake, the chain attached to her nipples rocked to and fro like fingers pulling on the erections.  One huge moan escaped her as the moment of orgasm was reached.  "UUUUUGH, YES  UHHHHOOOHHHHUMM.  THAT'S SO GOOD.  LICK ME Connor, LICK MEEEE please!"

He needed no more urging and set his tongue to work on her hard clit noticing with excitement how her copious juices were dripping off the end of the vibrator onto the floor.  She slumped back against the bench spent.  But Connor had not finished.  He removed her blind fold and confronted her with his erection once again.  Only this time he took his weapon in hand and began to stroke it back and forth.  Faster and more urgent became his wanking.  Lorna looked from his cock to his face and then back again.  She was fascinated.  This was the first time that she had seen her husband masturbate.  He was doing this solely for her.

Dewdrops of come began to appear on the tip of his cock as he rubbed harder.  So Lorna knelt before him in supplication she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out towards his penis.  Connor looked down at the kneeling figure; the sight of his wife's stocking clad legs took him to orgasm.  He wanked harder as the shots of ejaculation hit Lorna full in the face, and ran down her cheek.  Another shot clipped her outstretched tongue and went down her throat, another shooting into her hair.  As the power was lost from the spurts the remaining drops spattered onto her exposed breasts.  She shuddered and clamped her thighs together as she gave into another orgasm then rubbed her hands into his come and sucked it from her fingers.

He had at last made his point.



Prick Teasing



I have a reputation as a "Prick Tease", and I am quite proud of it. I find it amazing that most women spend a fortune on cosmetics, hair style and clothes, then pretend to be insulted if a man even notices them. All that money was spent to turn men on, any man, not just their husbands.

I am considered attractive and I have a nice figure, 34B-25-35. I DO NOT approve of most "fashions" these days. Body piercing and tattoos are insulting and repugnant. Bare waists make most woman look pregnant. Too many women wear very short skirts that should wear very long ones. Don't these women have mirrors at home?

Any woman can improve her appearance in a dozen ways, but mostly in proper selection of clothes and make-up. Many years ago a survey was made of thousands of men in New York. Each was shown three pictures of beautiful women. The first was fully nude, the second was in a bikini and the third was of a woman fully dressed with the wind blowing her dress up only to the tops of her stockings. The men were asked which of the three they found the sexiest. Less than 2% of those men selected the first or second picture. They all found it far sexier to catch a glimpse of something they weren't supposed to see.

I like to wear a black, or red, brassiere beneath a white blouse, to draw attention to my tits, but not to show them off. I prefer a very low cut brassiere, one that doesn't cover my very large nipples. The top button or two has a way of coming open, but even so nothing really shows – until I turn sideways to my audience. They will then catch only a quick glimpse of my tits.

I almost always wear a garter belt and stockings with bright colored bikini panties. I select pink beneath a white skirt, white beneath a dark skirt so they show up well. My skirts are mostly mid-thigh in length, just long enough to allow me to wear a garter belt and stockings.

Men receive a quick glimpse all the way up my skirt as I sit down, or cross my legs, or get in or out of a car. Once in the car my skirt often rides all the way up and I don't seem to notice. I like to dress or undress in front of an open window. I never think to close the blinds. I take my dress off to do things around the house, then forget to put something on to answer the door.

One of my favorite sex games is to be seduced by a complete stranger, probably a man I have Prick Teased into making a play for me. I'll resist, playing the role of "sweet and innocent", but not quite enough to make him stop, until he gets a finger in my pussy. Then I am so hot I cannot say "no" any longer. I usually cum the instant he shoves his cock in my pussy, and my orgasms are so intense I often find myself actually screaming in pleasure. Throughout intercourse I'll be begging him to fuck me, screw me, ram it to me.

I usually let him go on thinking that this was the first time I have put out to any man other than my husband, but that I enjoyed it so much I want him to do EVERYTHING to me, especially to let me learn what it is like to suck his cock. I usually put out to this man on a fairly regular basis – once or twice a month.

At other times I want to go out looking for a man to fuck me. My dress is more daring, because I want everyone who sees me to know I put out. This is when I usually wear a see through blouse with a topless brassiere, or maybe even without a brassiere. I'll go to a club and sit at a table. When I catch a man looking my way I'll open my legs to him.

I enjoy having a man play with my tits and feel me up right there in front of everyone. I have even been fucked and sucked cocks in bars and clubs. My husband loves to watch me sucking a big, black cock, letting the man cum in my mouth or all over my face.

We arrange a gang bang with five to ten men taking turns on me at least once a month. Often I'll be sucking one cock while another man fucks me, or taking a cock in my cunt and ass at the same time, perhaps with a third one in my mouth.

An Easy Piece of Ass,

Ann



Prick



"It's no longer a competition. I have always wondered what it would be like to have two men make love to me, yes make love, not have sex.

"I never thought that such a moment could happen but it has ... "

We moved to the bedroom at the back of the boat. I suppose I should have said aft, but who cared about nautical terms now?

We held each other for a while before Lisa slowly moved away from us to undress. She took off her shirt, demurely unclasped her bra and slid off her skirt.

Then she took of her panties. She looked impossibly beautiful in her sexually swollen state.

I took of my clothes and saw that Jack was doing the same. 

How do we choreograph this from here, who is first, what is first?

Lisa again was in control.

"Kiss my nipples," she said.

Jack moved to one side of her as she stretched out on the bed.

I moved to the other side of her. I took her breast in my hand, moulded it so that the nipple sat up and then I kissed it.

Jack did the same with her other nipple. 

"I want to have you both," Lisa said.

"Gently, slowly, lovingly, this is not a contest any more, this is just something I have to do."

As she said that, she looked at me, searching for a depth of understanding I had already fathomed.

If this was something she had to do, better to do it this way, among friends, trusted, caring people.

I did not feel threatened by what was happening. Rather, I was finding it amazingly erotic and empowering. I was giving her a gift, one that she had secretly wanted and had now revealed. 

Now I knew about it, how could I deny it?

"Let's let Lisa know what it feels like Jack," I said. "Two men."

With that, I moved my hand from her breast and reached for Jack's free hand so that he could replace mine.

As I did that, he leant forward and kissed Lisa on the lips.

I slid down the bed and sweetly prised open her legs.

I put my hand on her sex, it was damp, musty, ready for the finger I eased into it.

Lisa moaned softly and her hips rose up.

Years of successful foreplay told me she loved nothing better than having a nipple squeezed and kissed while a finger explored her clitoris.

Now she had two hands at play on her breasts. Jack was gently squeezing her nipples, moulding her breasts. And he alternated between kissing her nipples and her lips and forehead.

I pushed my finger deeper inside her then slid two in.

She moaned again and her hips responded, seeking more.

Jack continued to fondle her breasts. He then kissed her nipples again, leaving his tongue licking them, then moving back to her mouth and letting that tongue loose there.

Than one his hands joined mine on her sex.

I took my fingers out and he slipped his in.

Her dampness was now a flood.

If there was a final moment for this to stop, it was now. So far the only penetration, the ultimate act, had been by finger.

But there was nothing that might change the night's now inevitable course.

Lisa's eyes were shut tight, a dreamy smile on her face.

Between us Jack and I worked her breasts, fingered her sex, kissed her lips, kissed her nipples. We ran our hands up and down her inner thighs.

Taking turns at each little act of foreplay was just so natural. 

We second-guessed each other perfectly with our touches and all the time Lisa's face wore that smile that said "don't stop".

She was ready now for the next step, but who would go first?

I noticed that Jack's erection was by now huge, bigger then it had been when we were having our contest.

He was ready, too. He would go first.

"Jack," I said softly, "Jack, now."

"Yes now," Lisa moaned. "Yes Jack, now,"

He positioned himself between her legs as I moved away to where I could watch.

Lisa opened her eyes at the movement. She wanted to see what was happening, too.

She spread her legs a little wider ready for Jack. He moved the head of his prick towards my wife's sweet place.

He touched her with it and her hips rose in anticipation of more. 

Lisa closed her eyes and leapt over the precipice.

"Yes Jack, the answer is yes Jack," she said.

And with that he thrust forward.

She screamed, a wailing sound that woke me from my thrall.

I moved to where I could kiss her and said, "I love you".

And then I licked her ear - another favourite of hers.

The double stimulation of an ear flicked by a tongue and giant prick finding its way deeper inside her was becoming too much. Sensory overload.

"Oh my fucking god," she yelled.

I still had another little trick or two to go and she was already over the top.

I blew on her nipples as Jack thrust away.

"Oh my fucking, fucking god."

She was bucking by now and Jack was doing his best to stay with her.

It was obvious that it was all Jack could do to hold himself back.

He didn't have to worry. Lisa entered the realms of a massive orgasm

She screamed, she yelled. She thrashed about.

She came.

So did Jack.

She felt him fill her up with his seed.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Now you, you love of my life," she said. "Now you fuck me to the moment of my life."

Jack squirmed out of her.

I looked down at my erection. It was massive. I had been so turned on.

If anyone was counting now, I was bigger than Jack even at his biggest.

I had been stretched to a place to which I had never been.

I pushed myself into Lisa.

She felt it immediately.

"Oh my god," she gulped, "that's huge, lover, that huge, if only I'd known ... we could have done this before. Give it all to me."

I did. Her own dampness and Jack's seed made it easy to slip inside her, to the hilt.

"Jack," Lisa said. "Any party tricks?"

"I bet you've never been fucked and sucked cock at the same time," he said.

She rose up on my cock at the thought.

She opened her eyes and reached out to where Jack was standing.

She grabbed his cock that was at about half-mast.

Bugger me it began to grow again.

While I pushed away inside her, she pulled Jack around so she could have his cock in her mouth.

Her moans became muffled. The monster had been caught again.

She bucked furiously at her new found wickedness: sucking one cock, while being fucked by another.

Why hadn't I thought of that when Jack was fucking her? But I would only have thought of it as something to pleasure me, and this whole night was about pleasuring Lisa.

What I hadn't guessed, could never have guessed, was that this was one of her secret desire.

She again entered into a roaring orgasm.

I was gone.

This sight was too much.

I felt seed run up my prick and then spray inside her, out of control.

Lisa's orgasm subsided. I withdrew, but she still sucked on Jack.

He was at full strength again.

Amazingly, so was I. Never had I had such an immediate recovery.

But never had I done a lot of things that had happened this night.

Lisa opened her eyes and looked at me, moving her mouth away from Jack's prick.

"Clever boy," she said, "ready to go already.

"Now do a girl one more special favour and both of you come all over my tits and face?

"Bukakke me!" 

Again, I would never have known she had ever heard of the word.

Jack and I both moved into position and began masturbating.

As we did she cupped one hand under Jack's balls, and the other she put under mine.

"Come on me, come on me, cover my tits with it," she said.

"I have always wanted to do this, give it to me."

Jack came first, splashing on her tits.

I exploded on her face.

She milked our pricks until there was nothing left to come.

Lisa was spent too.

She looked at me and said: "Thank you darling."

She looked at Jack.

"Wow," she said, "a thousand times wow.

"Cuddles?"

All three of us stretched out on the bed and pulled the covers over us and drifted into sleep.

I woke the next morning. Jack was still in bed, but Lisa was gone.

I pulled on my jocks and went looking.

Lisa was on deck, still naked, just sitting staring into the dawn.

"Well my darling," she said, "it's morning, I guess it's consequences time.

"I absolved you both last night and I still do, but what about you, you watched your wife having sex with another man.

"And that lovely, lovely, man has a wife who has no idea of what he has done."

There were sounds from down below, Jack stirring. Five minutes later, he emerged. His face, too, was a massive question mark.

"Jack, are you okay," Lisa said?

"I was going to ask you both the same question," he said.

"Quite a night, quite a morning to follow, people. Discuss!"

Lisa looked at me.

"Okay," I said. "I have no problems with Lisa being fucked by you Jack within the context of it was something she wanted, and I wanted to give her that pleasure.

"The issue before us is how do we treat this moment in the future, and also the impact on you and Sally, in fact Sally and all of us.

"I am able to look you in the eye Jack this morning because I was there last night and we were all consenting adults perfectly aware of what was going on.

"Sally did not consent and I will have trouble looking her in the eye and pretending that nothing happened.

"We can expect an inquisitive text message today, I reckon, along the lines of those of last night.

"Do we lie, surely we can't tell her the truth in a text message? Do we sit her down when we get back and confess?

"As I said, what happened last night between the three of us is done. I gave my full consent to it.

"So did Lisa. We can work our way through anything we need to."

Jack looked down at his feet and then looked up.

"Sally will be fine," he said. "You think you've known us for years but we've had our own deep secret. 

"We swing. We just never mentioned it to you two because, well we thought you'd be a bit too straight for that sort of thing.

"Now we know differently ... "

Lisa roared: "Swingers, you and Sally, bull shit, I've known that girl for ever and she's never said a word."

Jack laughed at her.

"Well she might not have mentioned it to you, but she has to me," he said.

"And most recently in a text message this morning to my phone after I told her I had won the bet.

"It said 'you prick'!

I swear if I had looked up I would have seen a light bulb over my head as I thought "what bet" and then immediately knew the answer.

Jack had bet Sally he would get to fuck Lisa while on this holiday.

The smug bastard had planned it all, in cahoots with his wife.

He had the look of the cat that had got the cream.

But he – and I – hadn't reckoned on my wonderful wife.

"All very well Jack, you got what you wanted," said Lisa. 

"But so did I.

"And judging by the impact it had on him, so perhaps did my husband.

"Did I remember to tell you Jack that he was the one who filled me up the most last night?

"That's some cock he's got. He won your little competition and then some.

"Perhaps Sally would like to enjoy it sometime. Poor girl doesn't know what she's been missing out on."

I watched as Jack's eyes widened and his lips moved to mouth the word he then aimed straight at my gorgeous, triumphant wife.

"Prick!"



Prickly Hedges



I was out of my teens and looking for sex. I particularly was taken in by the sexy young brunette Betty living next door with her husband Brad. She was busty and there was a big prickly hedge, which separated our two houses I was determined to watch her near the pool. We have a ladder in our house and one summer morning I brought it near the hedge, which divided our houses and climbed on it and looked at the other side. She was at the pool side and completely nude. I was surprised that she was very hairy and had masses of hair on her pubes and she sure had prickly hedges under her arms. She was lying down and had her arms behind her head displaying her hirsuteness. Jet-black bushy hair grew like the tall hedges I was overlooking in her unshaven pits. She had sunshades on and she was reading a magazine.

I stroked my penis in glee and anticipation and then I noticed a tall muscular man moving towards her. It certainly was not Brad her husband. As soon as he reached her he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He stepped out of his pants and stood with his arms hanging at his sides, staring down at the naked hairy woman lying down in front of him. 

I could see that her eyes were riveted on the enormous bulge at the front of his white briefs. He slipped his thumbs under the elastic at each side and start easing them down. She was squirming, rubbing the sides of her hairy legs in nervous anticipation. Finally, he pushed his underwear down to mid thigh. His huge tool flopped free and seemed to sway slowly from side to side; His cock was just semi hard but rising as he looked down at the naked woman’s unshaven pits and 40 C breasts. 

I had never seen such a huge cock and it was at least twice the size of my prick and I wondered how he would get that log into Betty. She moved over to sit on the edge of the cushion. With both hands she grabbed his hardening shaft and played with the skin around the tip. She slid back his thick foreskin. The wide head of his cock glistened with fluid in the bright sun. She looked up his towering frame and ran her tongue in broad circles around his cockhead. She was taking more and more of his cock in her mouth. Her lips were stretched. She jacked on his hardening shaft with both hands. His cock kept getting thicker and more rigid. She pulled back, still licking, when the big tip of his cock could no longer fit in her mouth.  I was enjoying watching this hirsute horny neighbor blowing the massive cock and I was uncomfortable on top of the ladder with my bursting young cock crying to break free.

I looked around and saw no one and I unzipped and freed my throbbing member. In the meanwhile he reached down with both hands. He caught her under her arms amidst the dark jungle in her hairy armpits and pulled her to her feet. She shifted her hands to keep stroking his long massive shaft. As she stood straight he lifted her up off the ground. She squealed and reluctantly let his giant shaft slip from her fingers. He pulled her close, his cock slipping between her thighs. She braced herself with her hands against his chest. Then he lowered her until she had the length of his cock pressed against the outer lips of her bushy pussy. 

His hands were all over her big tits and then into her hairy armpit jungle. She humped on the dick trapped by her thighs. Her moans got louder as she did her best to lubricate his hefty pole with her pussy juice. She grabbed the root of his cock with one hand and let her head fall back. Her long brunette hair fell in gentle waves that shook when she slid into him. 

It looked like he was almost lifting her with his hard on. She got on her hands and knees and looked back at her ready lover. He looked down at her naked hairy ass and lined up the huge tip of his cock with her waiting hole. He jerked his shaft a few times to zero in on his target. Then he started to ease his thick cock into her wet hairy pussy. Betty raised her head and pushed back against the pole spreading her open. When he had buried the first few inches in her cunt, he started stroking slowly. Every push went in just a little bit farther. He pounded harder and faster. His hands gripped her hips as he looked down to where his pole disappeared between the tender cheeks of her ass. His cock still moving deeper and deeper with every stroke. 

I was masturbating looking at the intense scene before me. When he bent and licked her hairy armpits I found that to be very erotic. I had not seen a woman having so much fur in her armpits before and it was a turn on. He licked the masses of hair in her bushy armpits as I continued beating my meat with one hand and holding on to the ladder with the other. The sight of Betty getting her hairy pussy reamed by that big stranger was too erotic that I stroked myself, knowing I could shoot a huge load any second. 


His cock was buried all the way into her cunt. His heavy balls slapped against her tender hairy ass with every full thrust he made. I squeezed my cock and blasted the first shot of my load against the prickly hedges even as the stranger had his mouth on the prickly hedges under Betty’s bushy armpits. The second spurt was just as powerful. I closed my eyes and still saw the image of her hirsute body impaled on that huge shaft. 

Betty moaned and rose up on her arms. The stranger started cumming. Her legs moved closer together as if she was trying to capture every drop. The big man shook with his effort. Sweat dripped down on the naked ass in his hands. And his huge cock kept pumping wad after wad of cream deep in her cunt. He stood back. His long wet cock hung down, still twitching. Drops of cum hung at his exposed cockhead. She lay down on her side. She brought her legs up and hugged them with her arms. Her bare ass was at the edge of the lounge. The big man turned and walked over to the deep end of the pool. He jumped in, feet first and bobbed back to the surface. 

I was still hard. I tucked my cock down into my underwear as best I could. I climbed down the ladder and thought what I could do next. Though I had come my erection had not subsided. I thought if she liked cock why not offer mine. I went over and entered her house and strode towards the pool and I found Betty still on the lounge chair, lying on her side with her knees drawn up. She didn’t show any sign that she was aware of me standing just a few feet away

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Then she looked at my hard cock straining out in front of me inside my trousers. Without changing expression she asked, “How long have you been standing here young man?” 

I answered without thinking, “Long enough to see your bushy armpits and your getting thoroughly fucked by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

“And you want to fuck me too” 

 I reached out and put my hand on her busty bosoms and into the rich hair in her luxuriant armpits. She looked at my hard cock, “I can suck you off you know.” 
 She took my virgin shaft in her hands and opened her mouth. My throbbing cock jerked insanely and I was ready to burst. Seeing her bushy armpits close up drove me crazy and I was ready to blow my wad as she put my entire member into her wet mouth. Sucking me was easy after the huge horsemeat she had blown and I came in torrents. She cleaned my cock with her tongue and swallowed every drop. When my cock was clean, she sucked me into her mouth. 

My first blowjob by this hirsute woman with “PRICKLY HEDGES” was terrific.



Prickly Pairs



Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are aged 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's, who knows nothing about brazing. Your constructive comments are welcome. This is an entry in the 2014 Summer Lovin' contest. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE!





Prickly Pairs



Noon-ish was early enough -- we did not have to fight a hundred miles of commute traffic. We had a nice low-stress drive out to the edge of urbanity on the far side of San Bernardino and Redlands. Only a few fucktard moron drivers deserved being screamed at. Only a few truckers tried to murder us.

Carol tapped at her little Sony Vaio mini-laptop as we drove along and chatted about life, the kids and their schoolwork, our friends, all that sort of stuff. A little talk, a bit of keyboarding.

"It's the Little Mac account, that's what we call it. We're contracted by the California Macadamia Board for a marketing plan to make macadamias the most popular nuts around. Peanuts are going down, but almonds are on the rise, and so are pistachios -- those are the competition."

"You must be nuts to take this job," I joked. She sent me a not-funny grin. "Okay, so you've heard that one before. Macadamias? Really? Do they even grow in California?"

"They sure do, but not a lot. Most are from Australia, then Hawai'i, then Central America and other places. The board thinks boosting demand for macs from anywhere will help the growers here. That's our job. I'm just trying some ideas. Hmmm..." She tapped the keyboard again.

"Well, they taste good, sure, but so does lots of other stuff that doesn't sell much." I twitched the wheel to slip around a slow pickup.

"There's more than just cocktail nuts and snacks. They make mac flour -- you have GOT to taste honey-macadamia pancakes! -- mac milk, mac butter, mac cheese -- that one isn't so great -- mac candies, yeah, all sorts of shit. But there's just not much public awareness of all that. Yes, that's our job. Grab eyeballs and minds."

"So you're doing an ad strategy? That doesn't sound like your usual focus."

"No, not traditional advertising. The mac board wanted some cute slogan like Mac Snack Attack or I'm Nuts For Macs, really zip-head stuff, plastered on TV and billboards. That's so twentieth-century! No, we'll do a viral campaign on the Net. Set up friendly, casual web-logs; subtly infiltrate newsgroups and forums and chatrooms -- but no junk mail, no spam; that's chickenshit. Make it look grassroots, spontaneous, organic, with recipe clubs and idea sessions, all very low-key."

"And it'll be an internet-only campaign? Has anyone tried that before?"

"A few. We track how others try this. The nice thing is, it's really, really cheap. No expensive media buys, no shotgun mass-targeting. It's more like creating atmosphere. Build an environment where macs are a given, a staple. Macadamias on every shopping list."

"So how do you build atmosphere?" I looked at the smog-thick troposphere surrounding us and envisaged nut vapor.

"There are a million approaches possible -- and we can try them ALL, almost for free! Each tactic gets its own tryout. Change a few words and images and measure the reaction. Keep what works and shitcan what doesn't. Our software generates automated postings that feel personal. An AI program reads responses and tailors replies, or calls for human help. That's really the only expense and we offshore it. Oh, hey..." and she tapped the keys again.

Tall mountains surrounded us when we were interrupted. Carol pulled the crackling VHF radio from its dashboard mount. "Say again, Alice, I didn't catch that."

"I said, we could use a break. Let's stop by the dinosaurs in Cabazon." 

"Gotcha, we'll take the Cabazon exit. See you under the bronto." Well, it was actually a 150-foot-long hollow concrete Apatosaurus. There is no such creature as a Brontosaurus, but that was the label when they built it.

I rolled our sand-beige Land Cruiser next to the rest rooms. Ted's red Sequoia pulled up right behind us. The women hopped over to the toilets. Ted and I stretched and looked at the dinos -- big Dinny (think, Alley Oop) and the tall T.Rex.

Cabazon is barely a village in a deep gap between tall mountain ranges, the San Bernardinos to the north and the San Jacintos on the south side. The dinosaurs had dominated the freeway roadside for decades, until the Morongo band of Cahuilla Indians built a multi-story casino-resort nearby.

"I'll never forget the first time I stopped here with Alice," Ted said. He swigged from a can of soda and waved at Dinny. "Back before we were married. I took her along to a realtor's conference in Palm Springs. We got here from L.A. and she needed a piss break, same as today. She finished and we climbed the stairs into the gift shop inside Dinny's guts. Nobody was there."

Ted gestured again at the huge beast. "Alice was hot, red hot -- we'd been fondling each other while I drove. So she just pulled her panties down and lay across the counter on her belly, her butt straight out, and I screwed her right inside the dinosaur. She wailed like a banshee when she came." 

He laughed. "And now this is a creationist museum. Those guys are really stupid. But that's okay with me, 'cause they don't look too critically at contract details. Damn, I love selling to fundy jeezoid cretinists! They'll believe anything."

Even when he is right, and funny, Ted can be annoying.

Alice strode from the restroom looking somewhat miffed but not quite pissed. Carol emerged a moment later, walking more slowly. I guessed their argument inside had not been too nasty. Why did I assume they had argued? Because they did, often. Two alpha bitches and no submission. Ouch.

We regained our vehicles. I took the lead again. Carol started to speak. I held up my hand. "I do not want to hear it. Just quit browbeating Alice." Carol opened her mouth. I waved again. "No. Just no." She sulkily returned to her Vaio.

The sun was high and mighty by the time we crested Whitewater Pass, the two-mile-deep cut in the coastal mountains, and dropped past sultry Palm Springs into the below-sea-level Colorado Desert region above the Salton Sea.

Waypoints: Desert Hot Springs; Palm Desert; Indio, for a fuel stop and to grab date shakes; then back above sea level and over Chiriaco Summit into Chuckwalla Valley; south onto the mine road turnoff before Desert Center; and here we were.

We pulled over beyond the gravel track's cattle guard. Everyone got out to stretch, and inhale some summer dust, and assess the situation. I waved Ted to the map spread over my Land Cruiser's hood. He swaggered over.

"Where's the trail, kemosabe?" Ted shaded his eyes theatrically and quite unnecessarily as he peered around; the sun was behind us.

"Out yonder, tonto," I gestured southeast and smirked. Ted either did not know or care that 'tonto' is Spanish for 'idiot'. I pointed at the map. "We'll take the Red Cloud Mine trail and head up into the Chuckwallas. The track past the mine is gnarly, but okay, and I know a good camping spot. Sure, we still have three or four hours of daylight left, but the earlier we get down tonight, the earlier we can get started in the morning."

"Get down! I like that. I brought the hashish. Yeah, we'll get down."

Alice reacted to her husband's announcement with a slight eye-roll. We sturdy engineers puffed a little for relaxation, sure we did. But our executive mates puffed a bit more, for exhilaration. I thought, Ted had better not be too stoner-hungover when we hit the rough tracks tomorrow.

We saddled-up and drove into the desert mountains.

I led the way past spindly thorny ocotillos, spiny jumping-cholla and regal prickly-pear cacti, spreading green creosote bushes, and sword-like yuccas, climbing up the steep track through deep narrow ravines to a wide flat area where Carol and I had camped before.

I parked in a familiar spot near a firepit; Ted wheeled in behind.

I chose this site by the realtor's rule: location, location, location. Open yet private; nobody could sneak up on us. Yes, that mattered, for privacy. But mainly, it was line-of-sight with a cell tower at Chiriaco Summit. We phoned home to let them know we had arrived okay.

"All RIGHT!!" Carol called as she jumped from the Land Cruiser. "We are back in NATURE here! So let's all get natural! I need to feel the air." She slipped her loose cargo shorts and thong down over her desert boots and whipped off her bikini top. "Damn, this feels great!" She looked great, too.

Off came my tee and cutoffs, leaving me in only rock boots and a thickening cock. Ted quickly followed suit, gawking at Carol. Alice grimaced slightly, but stripped off her own coverings. Her freckled pale Celtic skin could not take much direct sun, but this late afternoon light was gentle. I did my own share of gawking at our sexy gals.

We pitched pop-up tents, unfolded tables and chairs, and set up a minimal kitchen, slapping any available bare butts as they passed by. Camp was established!

Carol punched-up some hot salsa music on her boombox and started dancing. Her ample tan breasts bounced beautifully. I joined her jitterbugging.

Ted plopped an icebox filled with wine coolers and beer under the table. Alice passed drinks to all and shimmy-danced around Ted, her long, straight hair flowing like cherry cider. The sun dipped behind the tall westward mountains as we nudists cavorted and howled.

The dry wind in the cooling shadows forced us all into light long-sleeve shirts. Ted and Alice put together a hot dinner while Carol and I build a Prest-O-Log campfire. No, we would not burn the local vegetation. 

Dinner; wine; cleanup; hashish; joking and singing; staring into the flames; crawling to our tents for loud sex and louder snoring. It was a good night.





Prickly Pairs



I considered. "Yeah, that sounds reasonable. But maybe you should take Alice. Why should Carol go with you?"

"Because it was my idea, and anyway, I haven't ridden in the Sequoia yet." My wife sounded determined.

Alice looked at Carol, then at me. "Oh, let them go." I thought maybe she was annoyed at having to listen to their banal business blather and entertainment chatter.

I was hesitant, but seemed outvoted. "Okay, let me find the part number. Get a factory part, not one made in China. And leave the VHF on, just in case."

We rigged a tarp shelter to the Land Cruiser's roof rack and unfolded a table and chairs. We would be comfortable while we waited.

I walked down to the wash and onto the packed sand, testing it. It seemed firm enough; water had stopped flowing an hour before. I climbed back up. Alice and I hugged and kissed our mates before they drove off.

"You know what that's really about, don't you?" Alice faced me.

"No, tell me." I really had no warning.

"They want time together to fuck."

I guess I showed a classic open-mouthed DUH? sort of double-take.

"What, cheating on us? My Carol? Your Ted?" I shook my head.

"That's what this weekend is all about. They planned it. Not the damage, obviously, but they knew they'd find an excuse to get away together, go someplace alone." Alice sounded sad but convinced.

"Uh, what makes you think they planned anything?"

"Ted's a little sloppy with his emails and passwords and computer security in general. He sends stuff to the KILL folder and empties his recycle bin, even defrags -- but doesn't do any disc scrubs, so they're all trivial to recover."

Besides being great with circuits, Alice was also a DOS, Windows, and *nix guru. She knew this shit. And she knew about security and encryption.

"Some little things he did and said made me suspicious. Cracking his laptop was child's-play. I'll bet there are traces on Carol's Vaio also. Want to take a look?"

My guts were grumbling now, and not from hunger. Did I want to see proof of my lifelong love's infidelity? Did I want to know I had been blindsided?

"Not really. But I guess we'd better. Let's see if she left it in the car."

Carol had taken her purse, but not her laptop carrier. I fired it up. Alice took over and played it like the maestra she was.

"What's her usual password?"

"I think she mainly uses her birthdate: 20-10-65"

"Okay, let's see... ah yes, right into her mail. Hmmm, nothing odd there. Let me run a recovery on her mail the last couple weeks..." tip-tap-tip-tap "...aha. There are a bunch to and from Teddy, but they're scrambled with a different password."

Alice tried a few pass-cracking schemes.

"Maybe my birthday?" I suggested.

"Wait, I have an idea." She keyed again and whooped quietly. "Got it. Guess what? She used Teddy's birthdate."

She scrolled the decrypted messaged on the screen. There is was, in glowing LCD characters: plots, plans, love notes. It looked like they deliberately seduced each other. And they had been fucking for a few weeks at least.

There were also references to a 'project' that might involve some legal trouble. But none of the emails contained any project details.

"What's this project stuff?" Alice murmured, almost to herself. "Let me scan her MY-DOCS folder tree..." tip-tap-tip-tap "...no, nothing there, nothing apparent anyway. Where else could that stuff be?" She traversed the File Manager window. "Oh yeah, the memory stick. I wonder what's on that?" 

A little more keying, and another "AHA! Now the Teddy password again... yeah!" And then, "Oh shit."

I crowded beside Alice, our heads almost colliding. We read it together: Plans to defraud Ted's customers and Carol's clients. Plans to empty their accounts into offshore banks. Plans for them to follow the money out of the USA. Plans to just abandon their families.

Alice shook her head. "I knew Teddy had some schemes, but I never expected anything like THIS. I never found any of this on his laptop. I bet they both keep their sensitive stuff on memory sticks -- nothing on their servers or local hard drives. If Carol had pulled the stick, we'd never have known."

SHe looked at me. "As long as they kept their computers offline when they had memory sticks inserted, and pulled the sticks before connecting, then no search would ever find this stuff. The ultimate high-security data transfer is just to hand someone a stick."

I let paranoia nibble at me. "They can't think they can get away with this, not like 1-2-3. No way. They must have some blame-shifting plan. What's their backdoor, their scapegoat? Who gets shafted? Are we in danger?"

Alice's eyes bored into mine. "You think they'll try to burn us?"

"Wouldn't you?" I asked. Yes, paranoia strikes deep.

She turned back to the keyboard. "I'll check the later files... uh huh, here we are..." tip-tap-tip-tap "...fuck. It's a setup." She fingered the screen. "They'll run all the stolen money through our personal accounts and then fake their disappearance, but with traces showing that WE ran the scams and offed our innocent spouses when they got suspicious. They go to Rio. We go to prison. Cute."

My head spun. This was not rocket science. It was worse.

Do you want to know what I was thinking and feeling right then? A swirl of inchoate explosions in my mind. A froth of emotions rippling through me. A loud THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING echoing in the empty corridors of my hopes. Churning guts, almost to the point of nausea. Confusion. Pain.

I looked at Alice. "Like you asked earlier, what now?"

"Well, I think our happy married lives are over, kaput. What can we do? Take this to the cops? If Ted and Carol are busted, they'll spend every penny we have jointly on lawyers. We'll be broke and our kids... fuck, I don't know what. I don't have family around here like you guys. No support system." She looked the saddest I had ever seen her. I touched her chin.

"We're engineers. Let's structure the problem and the possibilities, right?"

She nodded. I went on.

"Given: our mates are lost to us. They plan to royally fuck us over. No matter what else we do, we're divorcing. And what else? We could turn them in, and like you said, they'd break us. We could tell them we know their schemes, and just kick them out -- and then they could fight for child custody, property division, all sorts of shit, and break us anyway. Could we shut down their businesses and break THEM instead? Could we...??"

I left the thought unspoken but Alice read my face.

"No, not violence. No physical attacks. That's not even a last resort."

I sighed. I could never physically hurt Carol anyway, regardless of what she planned or did. I loved her too much. I saw similar feelings wash across Alice's mouth, cheeks, and eyes. I sighed again.

But the image remained in my brain like a death-pron filmstrip: Alice and I waiting upslope. The Sequoia climbing back up the wash. We push a rockpile. It descends, crushing the vehicle and our cheating mates. Such a tragedy. But no, we cannot do that.

I tried to get logical again. "Okay, what are our immediate options? Do we blow the whistle on them now or wait till we're back home? Do we try to get a message out, maybe to LunaDyne, something that will cover us, to show we know what's going on?" I felt I was grasping at straws.

Alice brightened. "That's a start! Can we see a cell tower? We can call our office phones. It's a holiday weekend so they'll go straight to voicemail. We can say what we've learned. Then, if anything happens to us, there'll be a trail to follow; and if there are any busts, we'll have this documented. And I've got extra memory sticks. I'll copy everything and we'll have even more evidence."

"Good ideas," I said. "But we still have to get away safely from here. So, we should play dumb when they get back. Everything's normal, for now. We'll be our usual selves. But yeah, we should make pre-emptive calls. You start copying all the emails and notes. I'll try to find a good signal path."

I checked the topo map. I had a good idea of our location, and the map showed a straight line to a cell tower from a nearby notch, just a couple hundred feet above us.

"I see a good prospect," I called to Alice as I scrambled up the slope.

I held my Nokia phone like a water-dowser's willow wand, searching for flow. No bars. I climbed higher. No bars. I reached the notch. Nope. Maybe up a side of the notch, I thought. I climbed a rockpile.

The stack of granite boulders rose maybe twenty-five feet above the slope's surface. Many of the boulders were ten feet across. Prickly pear cacti poked from some junctures. I climbed carefully to the top and pulled the phone from my pocket. One bar! "I have signal," I yelled.

Then I yelled something wordless. When I turned, the rockpile shifted. As in, it moved. As in, the big fucking stack of big fucking rocks I had climbed decided to go elsewhere. As in, downwards. And me with them.

It is a very eerie feeling. Everything is silent. You are on top of the world.

Then the world goes away, and you are falling. And the world falls with you. Not little grains of world -- big fucking CHUNKS of world, most of them much larger than you, all of them ready-willing-and-able to thoroughly pound you into instant strawberry pulp.

I danced down that rockpile with boulders as my dancing partners. Ouch.

I expected to hear... nothing, just oblivion. But that did not happen. When sound started up again, I heard the crashing around me. I did not hear my ankle snap. I did hear myself mutter, "Oh shit."

Do you believe in miracles? Before then, I did not, not really. After that moment... I was alive, and awake, and unbruised, lying on a rough sandy hill, and totally undamaged except for a numbly broken ankle. A miracle.

Alice ran up the slope to where I lay.

"Bobby, oh Bobby," she sobbed. She threw herself down next to me. "Bobby, please be alive, please don't be dead, oh Bobby, Bobby..."

I shifted my gaze from the closest peak to her tear-stained face.

"I'm not dead, Alice. I'm not even badly hurt. But my ankle is broken. That's all, I think. Calm down, Alice."

Alice clung to me, lying in the damp sand, pressing against me, kissing my face and sobbing.

"Oh fuck, Bobby, I heard that rumble, and I looked up, and you were falling with all those huge rocks... I thought for sure you were dead! You're my best friend, Bobby. I can't lose you. Oh shit, Bobby..."

Alice pulled herself together and sat up. She stood and wiped the sand from her jean shorts and the open overshirt she wore over her soggy tee. She was still braless; stiff nipples stood out under the wet skin-clutching fabric.

"You can't stay here. I'll get you down to the Land Cruiser. Maybe... yes, if you can get up on one foot, I'll support you..."

We slowly hobbled down the slope to the car, with me bouncing on my good foot, with my arm around Alice's shoulders, step by stumbling step. We had a couple close calls when I nearly fell into prickly-pear cactus patches.

I eased into a folding chair. Alice lifted my feet into another chair so my legs were elevated as I leaned back. It was almost a restful position.

"You can't stay there, either. I'll get camp set up and get you into a tent. You need to lay down out of the sun and weather till they get back." 

Alice bustled with the gear and soon had me inside, sheltered, my feet up on air pillows. My head was at the tent door. She sat on the ground beside me.

"You're in luck. Besides not being crushed to a pulp, I mean. But I remember enough First Aid from my Girl Scout days. Your feet are elevated, you're not in shock, skin isn't clammy, pupils aren't constricted. Just pain."

She poked inside a medical bag. "Okay, here are some painkillers. Better not wash them down with tequila." I swallowed the pills, chased with Gatorade. "But now we can only wait. Teddy was a medic in the Army. He'll know what to do with you. Remember, we play dumb. Don't let them get suspicious."

We waited, and chatted, and plotted, and waited.





Prickly Pairs



"So you didn't see any trace of them?" I asked. She shook her head glumly.

Alice slowly worked us down the mountain. We saw and heard nothing of our mates. She pulled us into our first night's campsite, where we had a clear shot to a cell tower. Alice pulled out her Nokia and called 911.

"When the cops get here, we don't say anything about what Ted and Carol were up to, right?" Alice was anxious.

"Right. Maybe you should wipe Carol's Vaio trashbin if there's time, and hide the memory sticks. We don't need to have all of us being investigated for the next year or three."

"That's just what I was thinking. The fraud and thefts were planned but hadn't happened yet. No need to get the cops all excited."

The sun was about an hour above the western horizon when the first helicopter arrived with rangers from Joshua Tree National Park just north of us. A U.S. Navy medevac chopper from the Salton Sea base to our south landed a few minutes later. The corpsmen checked me over efficiently and declared me alive, slightly shocky and hypothermic, and showing some atrial fibrillation -- i.e. my heart was misfiring. They quickly packed me in and delivered me post-haste to Eisenhower Medical Center in Palm Springs.

Over her objections, Alice had to stay behind to deal with the rangers, and with the Sheriff and Highway Patrol choppers that arrived soon after. By then, I did not know who felt worse, her or me.

This was absolutely the worst Sunday I could remember.





Prickteaser Pays The Price



I turned and smiled at Julie Hayter, holding her hand and feeling pretty fucking pleased with myself. Who would have thought that I could snag the foxiest girl at School, the god damned hottest 18 year old that you were ever likely to see. She gave me a little smile in return and I nearly came in my pants. This vision of gorgeousness with her long, straight blonde hair, bright green eyes and the perfect figure clad in a jacket with just her cheerleader outfit underneath (unsurprisingly she was head cheerleader at our school) was smiling at me! I squeezed her hand and floated along to her house where I was anticipating a little bit more than just the kissing we had engaged in our short relationship up to now.

Of course, I had heard all the stories about Julie. How she was unobtainable and would never give out to any of the guys she had briefly dated. How she was a tease and loved all the attention but no one had even got near second base with her and if they did they were immediately dumped. But I ignored all that as jealousy from other guys that would have chewed off their right arm to be me that night. Julie was just picky and why shouldn't she be? But she had picked me, I was the chosen one. I had certainly helped her with her studies these last few weeks so I figured she would be more than anxious to thank me and treat me right. 

Her folks lived in a massive place and she led me right in and straight up to her huge bedroom. I had seen no sign of anyone else and was already saying my thanks to God as she closed the door behind us and shrugged off her jacket to revel her tight top wrapped around her large breasts. I couldn't help myself. My hand reached down and under her short skirt and just as it settled on her firm, young ass cheek I was viciously slapped in the face and my dreams shatter by a shout.

"Urgh! Get off me! What do you think you're doing?"

I staggered back, hand to my sore cheek and looked incredulously at her. I mumbled, finding it hard to get the right words.

"But you. I thought. But."

"Well you thought wrong you dirty pervert!"

And with that Julie shot off her knee between my thighs and I felt a sharp pain and doubled up just as her door swung open and her parents hurried in.

The next ten minutes were not the best of my life and as Julie laid it on thick and I stammered my own objections while her father glared at me. I think he was fit to string me up himself but lucky for me his wife seemed a bit more savvy and soothed his anger and seemed content that they should settled for kicking me out and thinking no more about it. I had the distinct impression she knew just what a prick teaser her daughter was and that maybe this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. As I tried to explain myself I was mortified to see over her parents shoulders the cheesiest of grins plastered all over Julie's face. She had had no intention of going out with me, she had strung me along, played me and got what she wanted then dumped me in the shit like this! I was livid but faced with her father, common sense took over and I said nothing and took my exit. But this would not be the end of it, not a chance...

*

I sat in the Maths class and looked as Julie as the teacher read out her test score.

"Julie Hayter 100%. Wow Julie that is an amazing effort you must really have studied for this, it's good to see you're improving so much."

She looked so damned smug as he spoke to her, her perfect teeth flashing in a proud smile that everyone could see. I smiled too, good, my plan relied on her cheating as we had arranged before our 'split'. I realised that she had only been with me to get those answers, I was sure.

"Michael Blain. 54%. A pretty poor effort Mike."

I accepted my paper back from the teacher and looked suitably unhappy. I made sure to glance at Julie though and saw the confused look on her face. How had I got such a low mark when I had the answers? It was a question she asked aloud after class as she grabbed my shoulder as I stood before her locker. I smirked and with a brief exertion snapped her key in the lock. With bemusement still on her pretty face I explained.

"It's real easy Julie. I did so poorly because no one will suspect me of cheating, will they? But you? Well you did get the perfect score, didn't you?"

"Nobody can prove anything asshole!"

"Oh but they can babe. Inside your locker that is now locked? The answer sheet for that exam and for the upcoming five other of your classes. Also a little crack cocaine, don't know how that got in there."

"You're bluffing, you wouldn't dare...."

Her voice trailed off as I held up my digital camera and showed her a little slide show taken moments before of me placing the items in her locker. The time and date confirmed what I was saying. I had taken her spare locker key when we were together and now it was snapped in half and stuck in the lock.

"As you know Julie my old man's a locksmith and I could get that out of there without you having to call the school authorities. It might save you some embarrassment."

She latched onto my words. She was an ambitious girl and knew this scandal would damage her reputation badly.

"Yes! Please Mike. Please do that! I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you."

"I just bet you are Julie. But it's not going to be quite so easy. You see for the next week while we are on holiday you are going to be extra specially nice to me. Do what I want and when I want it. If you do everything I say then you don't get busted, otherwise..."

I left the threat hanging. I knew I was risking a lot here and that if she called my bluff I would have a big decision but I was banking on her not being able to face the shame and humiliation of being busted. And I was right.

"Ok! Ok! Whatever you want, but please don't tell anyone Mike, I couldn't take it if Daddy found out I cheated!"

Bingo I had the little prick tease exactly where I wanted her!

*

Well that wasn't literally true until about an hour later when I had her on her knees and my dick stuffed into her mouth ramming in and out furiously all the while filming the action on my camera.

It had been a relatively one sided conversation after I had walked her home, discovering that her parents were away for the week.

"Right you prick teasing cunt on your knees and give me a blow job!"

The look on her face was priceless. She was clearly not used to being spoken to like that and could not handle it. Maybe she thought all I was going to ask for was a kiss or cash but there was no way I was letting her off that easily.

"Well? What are you waiting for you dumb slut?"

She flinched at my harsh words and I loved it

"B-But I can't do that! I never..I mean, I can't..."

God I could just imagine this was going to be a long drawn out ordeal getting her round to my way of thinking so I decided to take charge of the situation. I reached out and placed the palms of my hands on Julie's shoulders and pressed down, easing her down onto her knees before me. She resisted a little but when those big eyes looked into mine she seemed to get the message and went with it, finally kneeling in position. As I Spoke I unzipped my cock and flipped it out before her.

"This is not up for debate bitch. You know what is in that locker of yours, you know what will likely happen to you once the school authorities find it. In return for me opening it in one week's time you are going to do anything and everything I tell you. It's simple, even a dumb blonde like you should understand."

With that I gripped my cock and slapped it contemptuously against her chin.

"So open that pretty little mouth of yours and get sucking and you should start getting used to it because I intend getting all the head you've held back from everyone over the years unless you want 'Daddy' to discover what a cheating little bitch his precious daughter is!"

Mention of her father saw her open her mouth, whether to protest or to assent I did not wait to find out. I plunged my now fully erect dick into her mouth and pressed forward until her cute little nose was buried in my thick mess of pubic hair and reached into my trousers to withdraw my mobile and tape this event. She looked up and I caught the look of shock as she realised I was taping her but I reached down, put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her onto my cock further, not wanting to listen to more pointless arguments.

"That's it Julie, suck me good like the cocksucking little slut you are. No more prick teasing for you, we've all seen enough of that, from now on it's the real thing only!"

I was acting like a power crazed asshole, I know. But what the fuck, my hormones were in control and I had never been in such a position before. Nor had I had my dick sucked like this before. I think her reluctance to do it made it all the better and it did not take long before I was about ready to pop! I slipped my erect dick from her gasping lips and stood back a little then aimed it just in time to fire out several spurts of cum all over Julie's immaculate face! Of course I taped it all and zoomed right in as the streaks of my white cum began to slowly drip down her eyelids, her cheeks and her nose.

I squeezed the last out onto her pouting face and told her how it was.

"And you know Julie unless you want this little tape hitting the internet and everybody in school knowing where to get the link then you'll be even keener to do what I tell you from now on, won't you?"

No one had ever treated her like this before and the sad look on her face as she nodded and got some cum right in her eye was priceless and I watched it over and over on my phone later that night.

*

In a tremendous turn of events Julie really could not hold her drink. Which I guess she might have been quite happy about seeing as it made her less bothered with the totally slutty outfit I had made her wear to the party. Her highest heels, her shortest skirt and a see through blouse with a dark bra underneath were no doubt embarrassing enough for her but the red, spiked dog collar I had bought from the local per store was surely the icing on that particular cake. Or maybe it was her complete and utter lack of panties - I'm not entirely sure!

Anyway Julie was embarrassed as all hell when I led her by the hand into the party. It was in full swing but most everybody stopped to look at one of the school's undisputed beauties, a renowned snob and prick teaser coming to the party dressed like a little fucking slut. And, as I alluded to, while the alcohol may have dulled her senses and made things less embarrassing for her in the immediate situation, the more out of control she got the more pliable she was to my filthy plans of showing the cock tease that eventually what goes around comes around.

I owed Shaun and Diesel big time. The were a couple of coloured guys in our year that were heavily into their sports and just a couple of weeks ago they had saved me from a beating from a group of kids from our rival school after the game that Friday. When I suggested that I would like to repay the favour they were pretty cool about it, saying that it was Ok with them and I didn't owe them anything. I guess they didn't get it so I spelled it out to them, told them my payback would let them both get to fuck Julie Hayter, that certainly captured their interest!

It was a big party, most of our year was there and I kept close to Julie. Like I say after a couple of beers she was slurring her words and unsteady so I waved the boys over before she passed out. The three of them headed upstairs with Julie all over Shaun as he helped her stay up right and clearly she was not being forced to go with them, lots of kids saw them head up the big staircase to a bedroom.

It took ten minutes but before I knew it there was a change in the noise and distinct movement of kids from the main rooms downstairs all crowding towards and up the stairs. Whispers passed through the crowd and I smiled as I joined it and wound my way through it to the door everybody was crowding round. Once in the scene was exactly as I had pictured it.

Shaun was standing at the side of the bed with his jeans around his ankles and his large stiff cock jamming in and out of Julie's mouth. Julie was stark naked and lying on the bed. Diesel was behind her and kneeled between her thighs fucking her. From my angle I could see he was fucking her pussy but others quickly claimed he was doing her in the ass and no one seemed in a hurry to disprove this. Julie was grunting and gasping but in no way telling the boys to get off, in fact it looked like she was a particularly willing participant in this oh so public threesome.

This was tremendous. This was what Julie Hayter would forever be remembered for in her High School memories. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I thought of how she had blown me out after leading me on and now here she was being revealed as the dirtiest slut imaginable. The juxtaposition of her blonde hair and creamy skin against the boy's dark skin was glaring and would show up magnificently on film. And there would be plenty of footage, mobile phones were out in abundance and Julie's spit roasting was being recorded by many from every angle imaginable.

Julie's drunken body was hanging off the edge of the bed, her head and long hair hanging down, which meant that Shaun's big balls were over her eyes and bouncing backwards and forwards all over her nose and face. Trails of saliva mixed with pre cum hung messily from her mouth as he pounded in and out, even taking the time to wave at the various cameras.

"She fucking loves it!" his only commentary.

Diesel was even less verbose, instead concentrating on fucking her and clearly on the verge of cumming. And with a grunt he did, filling her pussy with his warm seed. That sent Shaun over the edge too and his dick exploded all over Julie's face, coating it in white, sticky cum. Spurt after spurt fired over her features and she just lay there grinning as she was decorated in his man juice.

As the boys stepped away and got dressed Julie just lay there drunk and drooling cum. It was a complete humiliation for her and she would never, ever live this moment down. That footage was on the internet within the hour and pretty much everyone that went to the school either knew about it or had seen it within 24 hours. Julie Hayter's reputation had gone from prude to school slut in one evening.



Prickteasing Sister's Penance



Anyone watching Julie as she walked from the street into the house's drive way could see something was bothering her. Her gait was tentative and she almost stumbled on her heels, most unusual for what was usually a very self confident young woman. Her pretty face was a mix of conflicting emotions; tension, worry, fear and apprehension. She was also dressed much differently than usual, normally the slim blonde liked to flaunt her magnificent figure in low cut tops and daringly short skirts but that day she was in jeans and a shapeless jumper that did a fine job of hiding her large breasts. She had minimal make up on too. That really wasn't like her.

She stepped up the three stone steps to the front door of the three bedroom semi-detached house and frowned a moment before summoning up the courage to press the doorbell. She heard it chime inside the house and heard footsteps come to the door. Julie gave an involuntary shiver and steeled herself for what was to come. 

The door swung open and Julie's big sister, Lisa stood there glaring at her.

"Look Sis I'm sorry..."

She got no further as Lisa gathered all her phlegm into her mouth and launched a violent spit right into the younger girls face before snarling venomously.

"Get to fuck off my step you cunt! I don't ever want to see you again you cheating slut!"

And with that the door was firmly slammed in the younger sister's face.

She stood for a moment and fought off tears. She had done this. She had ruined her relationship with her sister and no doubt with her two young nieces that Julie so enjoyed spending quality time with. If only she hadn't been such an uncontrollable nymphomaniac!

*

It wasn't news that Julie liked sex. She had been active since her school days once she was old enough and had a string of affairs and short term relationships. She had been insatiable at times and it hadn't mattered whether the male was married or engaged or in a relationship, once Julie saw someone she wanted to fuck she just went for it. That had created one problem for Lisa already when Julie had ended up bedding (then dumping) the boyfriend of one of Lisa's best friend's, Louise. That had caused plenty grief but Lisa had stuck by her and Louise hadn't actually been married to the guy so it had all been somewhat brushed under the carpet but this last incident had been the worst, and Julie knew it.

Quite how Julie had ended up in her sister's marital bed with Mark, Lisa's husband, fucking her in the ass she couldn't quite understand. One minute she had been speaking to him after a girl's night out, where Lisa had headed off to the emergency room with a friend who had passed out. Julie had promised to let Mark know on her own way home. She was disappointed her night had finished early and the heady mixture of drink and horniness (she hadn't managed a hook up, she usually arranged that on later in the night) was a potent concoction. On the other hand Mark had had a few beers while he was babysitting the girls and seeing Julie prance about in the sexiest little silver outfit had given him a very obvious erection. Seeing that Julie couldn't help herself but flirt and tease him and minutes later they were at it like dogs in Mark and Lisa's bed. Whereupon Lisa found them, their friend having been sick and making a miracle recovery once the drink was out of her system.

Neither sister were ever likely to forget the sight of the other that night as Julie knelt like an animal with Mark's thick dick buried half way up her asshole. Lisa had physically thrown her out of the house and only now, two days after had Julie been able to face up to visiting her to try and speak to her sister.

Clearly, she wasn't in a forgiving mood.

*

Over the next couple of days Julie tried to call, text and email Lisa but received no response. Julie hated this and wanted to try a vist again but could not rid herself of the sheer hatred in her sister's eyes. And so she set to pouring her heart out in the form of an emotional and pleading email where she begged for forgiveness and promised anything if only Lisa would forgive her.

Unbeknown to Julie this email was to fall into exactly the wrong pair of hands.

Louise, Lisa's pal who had also suffered from Julie's ways, once she had heard of Lisa's problems had rushed around to help her old friend and to take every opportunity to stick the knife into Julie, she still loathed the little bitch for what she had done to her but had stayed neutral before for fear of upsetting Lisa. Mark had been kicked out and single Louise eagerly offered to stay with Lisa and the girls to help them through this difficult period. Lisa was overwrought and spent a lot of time sleeping and taking too many pain killers and she was dead to the world in bed that night when Julie's email arrived. Lisa had left herself logged on and when Louise saw the mail was from Julie she couldn't hold back her curiosity and found herself sitting down and opening it up. As she read it a plan came to her and the more she thought about it the greater it became, just minutes later she wrote back to Julie.

"Julie, Words can't do justice to the pain I am feeling right now. You will never understand the pain you have caused me. I have always stood by you and defended you in the past and this is how you repay me -- ripping my whole life apart just to suit your carnal needs? You beg me for forgiveness but I can't find that at the moment, how do I even know you are serious when you say how sorry you are? You say you'll do anything? I really have to wonder about that. Louise is over helping me at the moment and her being here reminds me of what you did to her, if you really want to prove how sorry you are you will contact Louise at her home (not here I can't see you here again for a long time) and let her judge how truly sorry you are. I don't think I can ever forgive what you have done but I am willing to let Louise decide whether I should give you another chance, whether you are really sorry and willing to do anything to make amends. Like I say contact Louise and arrange to meet her after that if you can convince her that you are truly repentant then I will consent to give you another chance. But until Louise tells me you have made proper amends and convinced her of your repentance then do not contact me again in any way.

Lisa"

Louise read the mail through time after time and very nearly backed out of sending it but in the end she pressed send and that was that, after it was done she sat back in the computer chair and stared at Lisa's bedroom door and vowed to herself.

"I'll make that little bitch of a sister of yours sorry all right, she's had this coming a long, long time!"

*

Louise stood admiring herself in the mirror in her bedroom. She was tall, slim and had long, blond hair. She was, she thought, considerably better looking than that dirty little skank Julie and still could not quite get over a man going with her when he was with Louise. It was the kind of knockback that had stayed with Louise ever since, though she had never let on. She had dreamed of some form of revenge and now through the strangest of circumstances she had it. She very nearly cackled as she smoothed her skirt and set down her hair brush and counted down the seconds until her front door bell rung.

Julie had sent a text to Louise the day after she had received the email. She didn't know what to expect but was contrite and pleasant and asked to come around and see Louise to see if things could be worked out. Little did she know things were already sorted out in Louise's mind.

Standing on the doorstep outside Louise's house and ringing the doorbell brought back all the bad memories of doing exactly the same at her sisters and made Julie feel extra guilty before the door was even opened. And there standing waiting on her was Louise, three years her older and with a shit eating grin on her face as a repentant and subdued Julie stood there waiting to be invited in. Louise exuded a faux charm and asked Julie in but neither was fooled, they were both alpha females that went after men but both knew that one of them was in a bad position and the other held the upper hand. As much as it ate Julie up to be nice and polite to Louise, Lisa and the girls were her only surviving family and she could not envision a future not including them and she knew herself she had fucked up big style and deserved to pay for her monumental error.

"As you know your sister is deeply upset by what happened" explained Louise in a condescending, haughty tone.

"And she has told me that I should determine how truly sorry you are. Ah, ah, I don't want to hear your pleas. Words mean nothing from a cheat like you, do they? You've proved that time and again. So this time it will be by actions alone that I shall determine how sorry you are and what lengths you are prepared to go to prove you are sorry."

The longer Louise had to look at and speak to Julie the more she her mask was slipping and she was reverting to type and her actual hatred of the younger woman. Sipping her drink as she let her previous words sink in, she glared at Julie standing before her and loathed her, detested her and it was starting to come through in her tone and words.

"So, in other words bitch. To put it simply so even a dumb bimbo like yourself can understand, if you ever want to be able to see your sister or nieces again you will need to do exactly what I want. Because you'd better fucking believe that I will be quite content with telling Lisa that you weren't sorry enough and didn't want to make it up enough and I will go in there and tell her that you are beyond redemption and she should drop you like a fucking stone. I will get just as much satisfaction from that as you doing what I say. Understand bitch?"

Julie stood there and looked coolly at Louise. Yes she understood and in some ways she even welcomed the fact that this was going to be hard. She deserved to suffer a bit, didn't she? For what she had done. Still she wished Lisa hadn't let this stuck up cunt take complete control like this.

"So you understand Julie, you will either do what I tell you (and believe me I have some tasking tests for you to meet to show how sorry you are) and please me or I will go straight to Lisa and tell her you didn't impress me. And I will be more than happy to do just that." "I believe you Louise, and I'll do whatever you want. I just want to try and make it up to my sister."

"Mmm. We'll see about that. You can start by taking off those frumpy clothes, they don't suit you, I don't know if you were trying to impress me but they don't. Remember, I know what kind of prink teasing slut you really are. So get them all off and let me see what seems to attract all these dumb guys to you."

Julie hadn't really known what to expect from her visit to Louise's but it certainly hadn't been that! But even as she made to voice her argument she saw the look in Louise's eyes and remembered her words and realised she did not want to call Lisa's friends bluff. This was all a challenge now and Julie was determined she would prove to her big sister just how sorry she was. So, without words she stripped off her jumper and trousers and shirt and shoes and stood in the middle of Louise's living room in nothing other than a flower pattern, skimpy bra and panties

"It surprises me you even wear underwear slut. I always just imagined you didn't bother, meant you could get fucked all the quicker!"

Julie bit her lip and didn't rise to the bait. But she still felt bad as Louise smugly told her that she wanted to see the whole package at that she should lose the bra and panties too. Defiantly Julie stripped those off too, tossing them on the ground and standing there stark naked, letting Louise see her entire body. And Julie decided to flaunt it, she crossed her arms under her breasts and boosted them out and made like she was not bothered being naked, not bothering to cover her neatly shaven pussy.

"God you disgust me, you know that? Look at you, just a fucking slut, aren't you? You know it, I know it, let's let everyone else know it, shall we?"

And with that Louise set her drink down and stood up, grabbing a black marker pen that she had placed on her coffee table. Julie flinched when she saw what the object was but found her nerve and stood still as Louise approached her. The older blonde took her time, drawing things out. She circled the younger blonde and made a point of almost inspecting her, tutting and generally trying to make Julie feel nervous. And then, once she was directly in front of Julie, she reached up and very carefully used the marker pen to scrawl the word "WHORE" right across her forehead. Julie figured out the word as it was being written but said nothing, aware that Louise was itching for a reason to say she had failed. When she was done Louise brought Julie over to a mirror and let her look at the reversed word. It was thick and black and unmistakable. Louise was a little annoyed at the lack of reaction from Julie to her doing this and so proceeded to scrawl another insult across Julie's washboard flat stomach. 

CUM SLUT

Julie's lip quivered as she peered down to see this daubed so crudely on her skin and that made Louise smile as she stepped around her enemy and wrote on her back "FREE ENTRY" and an arrow pointing right down to Julie's ass crack.

Finished, Louise put the lid back on the pen and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Then took several pictures with her camera. Julie wanted to complain but daren't risk it so she just stood there as Louise took her shots and wondered where they might end up.

"You can get dressed now and leave. I'll be in touch when I have your first task. No leave your clothes here, as I said they really don't suit you, you'll find more suitable clothing in that bag behind the sofa."

Julie's heart lurched as she pulled out a tiny white half shirt that would barely cover her tits never mind the crude graffiti and a pair of too tight denim hotpants. She looked up but Louise was serious and Julie had to put them on. She made to take her car keys from her trousers but Louise even stopped that.

"No I think you'd be better off walking home slut. It will give you plenty of time to consider your actions."

"B_But, I can't like this! Let me wash it off. Please!"

"You can wash it off Julie but believe me I will be straight on the phone to your sister to say that you really can't have been very serious about doing anything to make amends. What's the matter? Worried you'll be embarrassed or humiliated? Well imagine how bad it feels when some younger slut steals your man! Your choice bimbo, either wash off or get out and go home. Oh and I want a photo from you when you reach home, it has to show you are back in your house and that the writing is all still visible. Understand? Good, now go!"

Walking home that afternoon was pretty humiliating for Julie. Once she was out of sight of Louise's house she ruffled her hair and managed to arrange it so that most of the insult on her forehead was covered by her blonde locks, though she kept flicking at it nervously with her hand. The bigger problem was her clothing and the writing on her stomach and back, mostly she used her hand to try and cover the front and walked swiftly so that people could see too clearly what was there -- but it was a losing battle. The women were the worst, the men she could handle, openly ogling her sexy body their eyes was something she was used to but, the stares of contempt she got from women cut her to the core. They tutted and pointed and seemed to read the writing all too easily and she was never gladder than when she reached home and slammed the door behind her.

She had a cry, then composing herself she thought of her sister and her repentance and took the picture to send to Louise to prove she had done what had been asked of her. She already had the sinking feeling that things would get worse before they got any better.

*

Louise was sitting at an outdoor table of a café wearing designer sunglasses and smirking as Julie tottered up the next day in a pair of impossible heels. Louise's instructions had been implicit, Julie had to be wearing the highest heels she had (and if they weren't high enough they would just go and buy a higher pair), the shortest skirt and the most revealing top she owned. This was followed by instructions of where to meet Louise and that they would be enjoying a girl's day out in the city.

Louise pointed to the seat across from her and commanded Julie to be seated. There was a large glass of beer at the seat and whether she liked it or not Louise instructed Julie to get drinking while Louise enjoyed her own more ladylike drink.

"Here, put that on."

Louise tossed across a thin black leather necklace with the word "SLUT" at its centre. Reluctantly Julie picked it up and pulled it tight around her smooth neck.

They sat in (for Julie at least) an uncomfortable silence and watched the city go by. Occasionally Louise told Julie to open her legs and flash her knickers when some rough sort like a labourer went past and Julie meekly complied, but for the most part Louise seemed intent on having her charge drink merrily through three more tall glasses of beer until Julie had to get up and make for inside.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to pee."

"I see, well I want you to do it right where you're sitting."

"What!?"

"Are you stupid? I said you can go pee pee right there. I want you to wet yourself. Piss your panties in your seat. Understand? It's just your next penance. I assume that won't be a problem, will it?"

Julie slowly resumed her seat in the canvas chair and uncomfortably looked around, it was afternoon and the smart café was inhabited by a lot of gossiping women taking a break from a hard days shopping. There were plenty of young waiters moving about too so to do this and not get noticed would be very hard. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment and once more she was reminded of why she was doing this to herself and that she deserved to be humiliated in any fashion going as it still would not be as bad as what she had subjected her sister to.

Louise pushed her sunglasses down her nose and peered sternly at her companion. Taking a deep breath Julie screwed her eyes and began to strain and try to force her bladder to empty where she sat. At first she had no success but then it burst forth and Julie felt a horrible warmth spread through her crotch and seep into her panties and skirt and pour down her legs.

Louise stifled a giggle and then very deliberately raised her hand to attract a young waitress to come over. Julie's eyes went comically wide and she struggled to finish her pee and had just managed to do just that when the girl arrived at Louise's side.

"Yes Miss?"

"Can you help my friend, she seems to have had a little accident."

That flustered Julie and the waitress ( a pretty raven haired girl that must have been just out of school) peered at the blonde, suspecting that this was yet another case of one of these older women having had too much to drink and spilling their drink. It was only as she took out her cloth and moved to wipe the dark patch on the seat that it dawned on her that is wasn't beer. The waitress recoiled, exclaimed and treated Julie to the most withering, humiliating look. Some of the people at nearby tables looked up to see what had happened and just like that Julie had an audience.

"I, Uh... sorry, I just, uh...er."

Words and actions failed the sexy blonde and the waitress by now had seen and read the word on the necklace she wore and was starting at her like she was lower than a piece of shit on her shoe.

"I think you should leave, we don't need your sort in an establishment like this."

Louise chuckled and threw a note on the table to pay their bill and laughed as each head in the café turned to watch Julie rise shamefacedly, her skirt dark and damp where she had pissed herself and beat a hasty retreat into a crowded street. Seconds later Louise was behind her and guiding her into a derelict alley. She smiled as it appeared that Julie was on the verge of tears at her public humiliation at the café.




Prickteasing Sister's Penance



"My that was fun, wasn't it? Still I guess those wet panties could be uncomfortable for you why don't you take them off."

It wasn't a question and they both knew it and quite frankly despite her short skirt Julie was glad to peel off the wringing wet knickers as she had them in her hand Louise informed her what to do with them.

"In your mouth bitch and you can keep them there until we come to a bar where you can go into and clean up in the bathrooms."

Julie made to complain but didn't, she knew the stakes she was playing for and rather reluctantly lifted her thong panties and pushed them into her mouth. The taste and smell were vile and she nearly gagged but somehow kept them in her mouth as Louise headed back into the main street again and the two sexy women proceeded to walk along it. People looked at Julie, the dark stains on her skirt were very suspicious but somehow she ignored them and concentrated on following Louise deeper into the city.

They were in Soho now and the bars were cheap and trashy and much less salubrious than just minutes earlier and Louise headed into one and Julie followed obediently behind her. At the bar Louise pointed at the toilets and told her charge to go and take her panties out of her mouth and bin them, Julie had never been quite so glad to do something as then. Any uplift in feeling though was quickly wiped away when she returned to the bar to find Louise in deep conversation with a man in a suit, as soon as Julie emerged from the toilets both their gazes turned to watch her.

The man was in his fifties with a weatherbeaten face and he openly leered at Julie, appraising her face and body as she slowed coming towards them.

"This is Derek, he owns this place, he's been kind enough to grant you an interview so let's go back to his office and you can show us how sorry you are for what you did to Lisa, shall we?"

Julie didn't like the sound of that but as Louise had alluded to, she had little or no say in the matter so she just got up and trailed behind the other two into a smoky office at the back of the club. As Derek closed the door behind them the banging music faded down to a much more pleasurable decibel and Derek sat behind a large wooden desk while Louise took the one seat across from him, leaving Julie standing awkwardly beside her.

It was Derek that spoke as he lit a cigar and puffed smoke into the air.

"Get a lot of girls in here I do, and you know what I tell all of them? No? Well I'll tell you. I tell them that the hardest punter they've got impress is me. They want to get up on one of my stages and strip for cash and they have to impress me first, so little lady, let's see what you've got, shall we?"

Julie had suspected as much, that Louise was setting her up to have to become a stripper. That was bad enough (though Julie was an exhibitionist by nature) but the prospect of stripping for this fat pervert certainly didn't amuse her. But yet again one glance at Louise reminded Julie of her penance and her guilt kicked in. Reluctantly Julie peeled off her shirt and her skirt and stood naked across the desk from Derek. 

He stared at her intently. Which seemed to make the blonde uncomfortable, which he liked. She was a good looking young woman but by no means the sexiest bitch Derek had 'interviewed' in this office. But most of the others had been either eager or desperate and there was something infinitely more arousing to the old misogynist about someone standing before him that really didn't want to be there. He took a long, lingering puff on his cigar, blew the smoke across the desk at Julie and continued to appraise her body before finally speaking.

"Tell you what darling, my eye sights not what it used to be, must be too much playing with myself, eh? Ha! Why don't you come round here and I can better inspect the goods, eh? See if you cut the mustard."

He made Julie's skin crawl, he was such a creep. His voice dripped of insincerity and ill disguised menace. Julie felt like an animal at a cattle market or a slave in Roman days, but she guessed, that was what Louise had wanted her to feel. She had to force her feet to move to walk around slowly and stand beside Derek's leather back chair. He dropped his cigar into a large ashtray and got to his feet and started to slowly circle Julie, examining her closely, staring at her legs, peered at the tattoo stamped just above her ass crack, leering at her pussy and her tits. She flinched as he ran his fingers into her hair and smelled it.

"Yeah, you'll do. Still there's one other thing girls have to do to get a job here darling, know what that is?"

Julie could guess alright and she stared across the desk at Louise and tried to make one last appeal to the controlling blonde but could see it was hopeless. She did though manage to shake her head. Whether it was a no that she didn't know or a no she didn't want this to happen no one would ever know. Derek wrapped the rest of his fist into Julie's blonde hair and roughly pulled her near to his mouth and his foul breath invaded her senses as he hissed the answer.

"They bend over this desk and take it in the ass. So bend over girlie!"

Julie felt like she was in a trance as she allowed him to push her towards the large desk by her head and then bent her over it. He kicked her feet apart and spat on her ass crack and casually used his fingers to rub his saliva over her asshole. Julie moaned and again was stuck by the feeling that she deserved this horrible treatment for her infidelity but at the same time she did not want this, not from this disgusting specimen of a man. She jumped at the sudden, harsh sound of his zipper being jerked open and dropped her forehead to the cool wood of the top of the desk as she felt the slimy touch of his stiff cock press against her ass cheeks.

Derek looked over at Louise, who was coolly sipping her drink and viewing proceedings with detached disdain.

"Had one of them blue pills before you lot came, think the bitch will appreciate it?"

"Oh I'm sure she will Derek, I'm sure she will."

Julie felt his full weight press against her from behind, pining her to the desk and with some adjustment she had the tip of his fat cock lined up with her tight asshole. With a grunt and a shove he was sliding into her and once in he pulled back only to slam forward again. Then he reached over, picked up his cigar and began to fuck Julie while puffing contentedly on his Cuban. Julie had rarely welt so worthless and abused but when she lifted her head and stared at Louise she got no comfort. Her 'handler' was glaring at her with hatred and pleasure in her eyes, she was obviously enjoying Julie's humiliation.

Derek pumped her like that, across his desk for nearly twenty minutes. He was slow but hard in his thrusts into her and every so often he would grunt or make some derogatory, sexist comment across to Louise. But as it became obvious he was nearing the point of climax he suddenly pulled out of Julie's arsehole and waddled around his desk and thrust his dick into the surprised Julie's mouth. The smell and taste were awful and he held her head so that the full length of his dick was jammed in the blonde's throat before it started to throb and spasm and then began to spray wave after wave of watery cum deep into Julie's throat.

When he was done he wiped the last of his cum on her red lips and quickly zipped up his trousers and walked back around the desk and resumed his cigar.

"Yeah babe, the bitch can have the gig, she's got a decent enough body that the punters will like. Her tits are a bit girl next door but we can pair her with one of our livelier girls for a show so we can make use of her. Bring her back this time next week, make sure her hairs been dyed and her tan is full by then, OK?"

Louise listened and nodded and waited as a subdued and degraded Julie got dressed again. They exited through the Club and as it was a bit busier they stopped to watch some of the dancers in various states of undress. Louise stopped and pointed to a couple of blondes putting on a naked lesbian show and said.

"Just think, that'll be you this time next week. And guess what as a surprise I'm going to be contacting a few old friends through Facebook just so you'll have plenty of familiar faces to see your debut. I might even convince your sister to come along, think that would help your case with her?"

TO BE CONTINUED....