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See Ya

By: lakelover



Thanks to Jenlitgirl for editing assistance with this story. 

I was sitting at my desk working on a problem when I received a phone call from the department secretary. I was told to come to conference room C on the double. 

I closed out my work computer and went down the hall wondering what was up. When I walked into the conference room I saw 3 people. I only knew one of them, the chief of security for our company. He said, "These detectives would like a few words with you. " He turned and exited the room.

The first one, a male about 30ish said "Hi, my name is Detective Wilson." as he showed me his badge.

The second one, a female about thirty-five jumped in and said her name was Detective Razloff. I thought to myself, "If this is a good cop bad cop deal, I hope she is the good cop." She was real easy on the eyes.

Razloff said, "We have a few questions to ask you and also would like you to come down to the station and look at a video we have."

Wilson seemed happy to let her lead the conversation; however I felt his eyes trying to dissect me. 

My engineering mind went into full analytical mode as I tried to figure out what all this was about and if I should be on alert for trick questions. The only possibilities that I came up with were some questionable write-offs on my taxes, but then it should be IRS agents and not detectives that were here. I was totally confused as to what was up.

I asked "What is this about?" Razloff said, "First of all let me assure you that you specifically are not in any trouble we just want to verify some facts and let you see some video we received at the station."

I thought I would see what the questions were, I said "Ask away." I was paying close attention.

Razloff asked "Do you have a wife named Susan?" I indicated that I did.

Razloff , "Are you going to be 40 years old next week?"

I indicated I was.

Razloff , "Do you have an open marriage relationship with your wife?"

I indicated that I did.

Razloff, "Are you planning any medical procedures in the next 30 days?"

I decided that more was afoot here than a few questions. My mind was going 100MPH trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

I revealed that I had a yearly check up last month and everything was normal.

At that point Wilson said, "I have heard enough, let's go downtown and show him the video."

Razloff agreed and stated, "We will take you in our car, the parking is atrocious and we will bring you through the back."

I asked again "What's this about?" All I received back was Wilson saying, "Be patient, you need to see the video!"

As we went to the station I analyzed the questions and determined that the common denominator was my wife. Beyond that I was lost.

We arrived at the station and it did not look anything like what I see on TV. The station had 6ft enclosures around each desk area that held a desk, credenza and two visitors chairs. There was an open area that held about twenty chairs for people waiting to see someone in the office areas. You were processed, given a number and checked for any weapons prior to being allowed into the office areas. 

I was fast tracked after going thru the processing. I was shown to one of the interrogation rooms as Wilson went off to find the video cart.

This room looked very much like what you see on TV, one-way glass and all. 

Wilson returned with the video cart and plugged it in, then he dimmed the lights and pushed the play button.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw! My mouth fell open and my eyes almost bugged out of my head. I could not believe my ears; I shook my head in disbelief. 

On the screen showed a picture of the inside of a very trendy restaurant that appeared to be early afternoon. There was my wife and three other ladies having some wine and talking. The movie camera was pointed at them and steady on the table.

My wife was telling the girls that next week was my 40th birthday. One of the ladies asked "What are you getting him for his birthday?"

My wife laughed and said it was a secret. The lady persisted. My wife said, "OK but you cannot tell anyone."

All the lady's agreed and my wife continued, "You all know he is my cucky don't you? I am having him castrated and putting his balls in a fancy jar on the mantle place." She went on to say "He is locked up in his cage anyway. Come to think of it, he won't need the cage anymore!" And then she laughed, the lady's right along with her.

I turned white as a sheet; my hand went to my balls to make sure they were still there. My mind was having a hard time processing what I had just heard. My wife had said she was going to put the 'boys' in a jar on the mantle! 

I said "Is this a joke? If it is, it's in poor taste." 

"Wait a minute, she put a new jar on the mantle last week. It has one of those rubber gasket tops with a spring that holds it in place." Now I know why she was smiling when she showed it to me.

The movie continued and one of the girls inquired how she was going to accomplish that? My wife revealed that she was going to put some knock out drops in my drink and then her friend Linda who was a nurse, was going to do the actual cutting while her current boyfriend was fucking her doggie. They did not want to miss any of the cutting. 

My wife said, "I already have all the necessary medical stuff at home. I ordered it over the internet." 

One of the lady's said, "That's perfect, one to keep you in style and one with a big dick that you can change when he gets boring." 

I couldn't take any more, "Stop the video, I have seen enough." Now I was getting really pissed. The reality of the situation was clear and I went into the problem solving mode.

"What do you want me to sign? Let's go see if we can find the medical stuff at the house. That should help with your case against her. When are you going to bring her in for questioning? How long will you keep her here? When will she be arraigned? Can I get a restraining order against her? Anything else I can do to press charges against her? I am feeling threatened and if she so much as lays a hand on me I will not be responsible for my actions."

I took a breath and tightened my jaw. My eyes got cold and hard as steel. I was seething inside. I was my wife's willing cuckold however this was not anything I had signed up for. My hand was still holding on to my balls. Women just don't understand the relationship between a man and his balls, the reassurance he derives from holding them. They are old friends that are always there to comfort him. They were mine and nobody was going to take them away from me.

Razloff and Wilson looked at each other and smiled. Razloff said, "We thought you might feel that way when you saw the video. Your wife is being interviewed as we speak. She was brought in after you were here. She won't be arraigned until the day after tomorrow. The judge was admitted to the hospital late last night and it will take a while to get another one here. The good news is that she will be booked into jail tonight."

Off we went to the house along with a camera crew from the department. It did not take long to find the evidence in her closet. In addition there were many pictures of castrated men along with some videos on how to accomplish the cutting.

My anger level was increasing as the day went by. It was only 11:30 AM when we got back to the station. Wilson decided to take me back to my work and car.

I signed a bunch of papers that were being prepared while we were at the house.

As we went back to office Wilson said "We never had this conversation. This is not my first rodeo on this circuit. You need some time away to get a grip on yourself. You need to calm down. I know how much anger you have and this will end one of two ways, one you will end up killing the bitch and spend time in jail for it or you will find a way to move on and put this behind you. She is not worth the time in jail. I suggest you take all the cash you can get your hands on and go do something you have always wanted to that makes you happy. Remember you cannot be talked into recanting your charges if you are not available. We will take it from here." Wilson indicated.

So there I was in the parking lot at the office wondering what the fuck happened to my life and more important what was I going to do with the rest of it. I thought well fuck it.

I went into the office and found my boss and told him that I was quitting for personal reasons I cleaned out my desk and went to HR, my final check was already waiting for me.

Next I went to the bank and opened the safety deposit box and retrieved my birth certificate my other military papers, passport and five certificates of deposit. I cashed in the CD's, fuck the six months early surrender charges. In addition I cashed the last paycheck from the company.

I closed out the checking and savings accounts and left the bank and went home. I packed my camping backpack with the most important stuff I thought I would need, three changes of clothes and one good suit. I hid my money in five different places on me and in the pack. My sleeping bag completed the kit.

I went out to the garage and cut the lock off the cuck cage. That officially ended my fetishism for the cuckold fantasy I had. I felt my nuts pull up into my body at the mere thought of coming close to losing them. What the fuck was that stupid bitch thinking of?

I dropped the car off at the finance company right at their front door and put the keys through the mail slot. They should be able to figure out what to do with the car from there.

I caught a cab to the airport and went to a private charter office and asked what they had going towards Florida. They said I was in luck and if I wanted to split the costs I could be on my way in 45 minutes. I have always wanted to fly this way once. It was a gas, the stu kept my glass full from before we left the runway to when we touched down. Well, the $1479.34 was worth it! There was only one couple with me and the plane could hold a dozen easy. A regular one way ticket could be had for just under $300.00 on a cut rate airline.

I smiled at the couple and we kept out of each others way for the flight. I spent the time trying to figure out exactly what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I made a deal with myself not to worry about my wife and what went down. I put it in a mental compartment to be opened when I felt like I could deal with it. Right now I wanted to concentrate on what I was going to do next.

We got the royal treatment when we landed. The charter service wanted to know where I wanted to go; they had a limo at their disposal. It was all part of the service. I was sharing the limo with the couple I had flown with. I told the driver to drop them off first since I was still deciding.

The gentleman asked me what I wanted to do and on the spur of the moment I told him I was looking to hire on to a large yacht as a crewman and see some of the world.

He smiled at me and pulled out his phone and said "Hi Jake, are you still looking for an extra hand on that rowboat of yours? "He laughed and said "You are a little touchy about your rowboat aren't you. Listen I flew down with a chap on the plane and he is looking to see the world. Do you want to talk to him? OK I will send him your way. Don't forget to drain the rowboat!" He was laughing as he hung up.

As I was looking at him he lowered the partition glass in the limo and gave the driver an address to take me to. He said "Be honest with Jake and he will treat you right. Oh, don't use the term rowboat in connection with his boat." As we stopped they said farewell and were gone into what I thought was a museum.

The driver said, "Now that's a house." Boy you could have fooled me. It looked more like a palace to me.

The driver said "It will be about 20 minutes until we get there, open the wet bar and help yourself. There are some snacks in the cabinet to your left. I opened a soft drink and a bag of peanuts. As I watched the houses go by there seemed to be a lot of gated communities the further we went. We pulled up to a guard gate and the driver gave the guard the address and a quick phone call confirmed we were OK to continue. We went about a half mile more and turned in. There was a second guard gate onto the property. Yup, I was impressed alright.

The man who met us was in board shorts, wife beater and sandals. He smiled and said, "Hi my name is Jake La Morte, what's yours?"

"Hi, my name is Rob." As I stood there with my backpack leaning against my leg I felt way out of place. I wondered what I was doing here.

"Well, come on in and meet the family and then we will retire to the office and get to know each other a little bit." Off we went to meet his wife and daughter. The wife was a cool sophisticated woman, well preserved. And the girl was a younger version.

He offered me a drink and then he said, "OK I am dying to know how a man such as yourself goes on a job interview in a limo?" he was smiling and said "This ought to be good."

I recalled the guy that did not tell me his name, (and that was perplexing to me). He said to "Tell Jake the truth." So I started out with an abbreviated version starting with some marital problems gone astray and then splitting the charter with his friend and here I was.

He said "That will do for now but there is surely much more to that story." Now tell me about your qualifications and please be more detailed then you were about your personal life."

I started with my service life, going back to college, and then working as an engineer in a tech company. I finished with admitting that I had no experience in the boat field but I was willing to learn as long as I could travel.

Jake replied, "It looks like Carl did me a favor this time. However, let's get something straight right now. That son-of-a-bitch Carl calls my yacht a rowboat just to get my goat. Does a 164 foot yacht seem like a rowboat to you?" and then he laughs again. He wasn't expecting a answer.

He picked up the phone and said "Call captain Rogers and have him phone me. We are having a guest tonight. Make up one of the guest quarters for him. In addition we will need some dinner. Call the pilot and let him know that he is taking a guest to California tomorrow morning to see Captain Rogers. Thanks Mary, take the rest of the night off and go see your grandchildren. I am sure they miss you as much as you miss them."

The house was humongous. It assaulted your senses. I thought I needed a GPS and a map and a week's worth of water just to look around. We went to the family kitchen as opposed to the party kitchen. The family kitchen was a moderately sized kitchen which was very homey in an elegant sort of way. The other kitchen was like the rest of the house, out of control and huge. Also it was spotless.

The cook served the three of us a delicious meal. The daughter had left for the evening, out with her friends the mother informed us. As we ate dinner Jake stated to me that Captain Rogers would have the final say on hiring me. Also I would be required to take a drug test, have a background check, and have a physical. He wondered if I would be OK with that.

I assured him that everything would be fine with the exception of the current marital problems and legal issues surrounding them.

His wife did not say very much as we talked. She sort of reminded me of a Stepford wife. She was an exquisite piece of eye candy though the female of the species was not high on my priority list at the moment.

My room for the evening was like a presidential suite, or at least what I thought one would look like. It had a king-sized bed in a separate room, sitting room with all the audio and video equipment you could ever use. Hell, I could not even figure out how to turn it on. The bathroom was like five times the size of the one I had at home.

As I was flying the next day I thought I could definately get used to this. We touched down at Long Beach airport in California and a car was waiting to take me to the rowboat. No limo this time, darn. The yacht was at one of the piers in the harbor in San Pedro. I wondered how they kept the yacht gleaming. Silly me, I was about to find out.

My interview with Captain Rogers was a rehash of what Jake and I talked about the day before. I was told that I was on probation and that everything was Yes Sir, or Mr. or Miss, or Mrs. I was shown to my quarters. The honeymoon was over, there were two beds, two desks, and one couch that faced the flat screen TV and a head attached to the room that was shared by the same set- up on the other side of the head. The only good thing was I was the only one in the room.

The first mate took me around and showed me the ships layout. Stunning is the only way I would describe it. I was given a 2 inch binder with all the things that were expected of me. I was told to read it and any questions would be answered at breakfast in the morning. I read it twice and that took me three hours. By then I was beat and set the alarm for 5:30 AM to start my day.

I reported to the galley at 6AM sharp. They worked my ass off until 8PM that evening. I fell into bed and was asleep in less than a minute. Most of the crew was in there early 20's with exception of the officers. I had not done any real physical labor for years. When I awoke the next morning everything and everywhere on my body ached like I had been beaten hard and put away wet.

We were on our way to Hawaii then to Fiji, and on to Australia. I gritted my teeth and by the time we got to Hawaii I did not notice it so much. The good thing was I had lost the baby fat I had been carrying around for a while. I got into the routine and settled in.

We were going to spend three days in Hawaii with the owners and their entourage flying in for a big party on the last day. Any thoughts of getting chummy with Jake had been completely wiped out of my mind. There was no doubt that I was a hired hand and low man on the totem pole. I kept to my duties and did not see anyone for the first day. Late the second day as I was working, the captain came and got me, he said we were expected in the main salon. I figured this was it; I was going to be fired. Well at least I had given it my all. The captain had a folder in his hand. When Jake saw us enter he smiled and shook my hand. As we were talking I noticed his wife texting like mad on her smart phone. Jake asked the captain to give him assessment of me, and had everything checked out.

The captain said "Sir, everything checks out as he described it. I had my doubts the first three days that he would be able to keep up however he is coming around very nicely. I recommend that we offer him a birth if he keeps this up until we get to Australia."

The breath I had been holding seeped out of my body. My heart continued to beat, that took a load off of my mind.

Jake said "Keep up the good work," and turned to his wife and said, "Any questions dear?" "Yes" she said, "Captain I need to borrow Rob for the party tomorrow."

The captain said "I am sorry he has assigned duties for tomorrow."

Her eyes narrowed and she said "Fine then you will be the escort for Constance tomorrow; her husband had to go to Spain on unexpected business." She smiled at him as if daring him to say no.

Jake had stepped back a step as if to get out of the blast area, however he was trying to suppress a grin. There seemed to be a test of wills going on here and I was in the middle of it.

I figured I had better say something. "Excuse Mrs. La Morte I do not have the proper attire to attend your function and be an escort to anyone." That ought to narrow it down to the captain again. I really did not want to be an escort.

The captain, that evil slimy bastard through me to the wolves by saying he would reassign my duties to someone else. 


See Ya



Mrs. La Morte said "Great! Let's go shopping." As I followed her out of the salon I looked back to see Jake and the captain grinning and high fiving each other.

So that's how I found myself being dragged around to store after store looking for just the right "look," whatever the fuck that is. I fucking hate shopping for my clothes. I will never complain about polishing chrome again. I swear we looked at the same shit in eight different stores. In my mind I am plotting revenge on Jake and the captain.

Mrs. La Morte proceeded to give me etiquette pointers from the start of the trip to the end. I went to my cabin with five new sets of 'outfits' from shoes to the tip of my head including sunglasses. Now, I appreciate that she paid for it all on her credit car, but for just one party it seemed a little excessive.

Evidently I am not as smart as I think I am, I really did not see it coming. Anybody with half a brain could see she was setting me up to be her personal party favor for her friends. Maybe it was because of all the other shit in my life, I just wasn't paying attention.

Constance turned out to be a mature socialite that had the benefit of every medical procedure known to man. She was bright, articulate, well rounded, and turned out to be a joy to be with. As I walked her to her limo she gave me a hug and a kiss and squeezed my butt. She was smiling as she was driven away.

I shook my head and went back up the gangway. These folks sure lived differently than anybody I knew. I headed for my cabin to get out of these clothes and into bed. My mind drifted to my ex-wife. I thought of her as an ex in every thought. I still had a hard time getting my head around what she was going to do to me. I finally put it down to a defective brain on her part. Nobody intentionally maims another person that they supposedly love. That was the key, she did not love me, I had to get over it.

When I awoke we were under way. Shit! I was supposed to be topside. I jumped into my clothes and ran up to the deck. The captain smiled at me and said "Thanks for taking one for the team."

I told him, "You and Jake are on my list and I will get payback. Do you know how many stores she dragged me to? If the stores had not closed at 9PM I would still be there."

He was laughing and said, "Go get something to eat and get back to a real man's job pretty boy."

I could tell that my life was going to be hell from now on. The other crew members got in on the act and added their 2 cents worth at every chance. I took solace in the fact that they were serving me, even if they had smirks on their face.

Nobody flew in at Fiji, so we provisioned and moved on to Australia. I had my job down pat and started to become bored. I asked the chief engineer if I could look at the systems manuals for the yacht. He told for me to knock myself out.

I spent more and more of my off hours in the control room with the manuals. Soon I was accompanying him as he performed preventive maintenance. I would read the manual on a certain system and then watch him perform the task. Then I was doing the maintaining with him watching. Next he was just sending me to do the task and come back and enter it in the log book. I was good on everything except the radar. He said not to worry we would get up to speed on that.

We arrived in Australia and the owners flew in with one other couple. There were a lot of local people that came aboard and they partied hard.

The parties started and I was put to use. The captain would call me and tell me to put my pretty boy clothes on and report to Mrs. La Morte. She would introduce me to the ladies as an engineer in training on their yacht.

One of the main differences I noted in Australia was that all the ladies went topless and wore string thongs. I mean everyone; I wondered why they even bothered with the thong. When they came out of the spa you could see everything. Camel toes abounded, I was conscripted to apply suntan lotion on the older women and one of the younger walking dildos did the same to the younger ones. Ah it was a dirty job, but someone had to do it.

Mrs. La Morte sure got her money's worth on her beauty treatments. She looked like a walking wet dream. I spilt some cum over her when jacking off later that night.

One day as I was waiting to be introduced, one group of people wanted to be shown the yacht. The captain usually did that job or the chief engineer. They were not available so I volunteered to escort the group. One hour later we were back in the salon and they were raving to the owners about the most informative tour they had ever had. I had answered every question they could think of and explained it in words that they could understand.

The next day I was called to the salon and there sat the two guys that I owed payback to. Jake and the captain greeted me and poured me a drink of brandy. As we sat sipping our drinks I was offered a birth on the yacht. Of course I said yes.

Jake said, "Let's be clear on your duties. You are a deckhand, an engineer in training, an escort, a tour guide and a gigolo. Does that sound about right?"

I said "It's all good except the gigolo part I haven't been laid in months." The situation seemed to rectify its self overnight. The smallest state room always seemed to be open and one or two extra females always wanted to help me with my problem.

I was video tutored via Skype for the marine engineering certificate and consistently scored in the 90's on the mock tests. Now I was just marking time to get the required actual sea time part of the requirements satisfied. As soon as that was complete I could take the actual test and get the certificate.

My ex was convicted and sent to prison for 5 years, the nurse friend lost her credentials. The house went into foreclosure and I retained a lawyer to finalize the divorce. It was a shoe-in because of the circumstances surrounding the conviction. The only negative thing was the way my credit report ended up. Time would straighten out the credit report. I did send a letter of explanation to each of the 3 credit reporting agencies to add in my files.

We are off to the Med for six months of fun in the sun. I have been upgraded to a private cabin in the officer's area. The captain informed me that we would be getting a new yacht that would be 100 feet longer and have newer and more systems on it.

Mrs. La Morte still takes me shopping to dress me to get the 'look.' I don't fight it these days, I just consider it part of the job. She has patted my ass a few times but I think it's so she can tell her friends that she has.

I consider myself lucky to still have the 'boys' with me; I came real close to losing them.



See You At Midnight



-The Deck-

'Damn dog. It's frickin' midnight,' I mumbled as I crawled out of bed and headed down to the back door where my dachshund would be standing, demanding to be let out regardless of the hour. At least he knew enough to stay in my condo's tiny back yard once he was off the deck. That meant I didn't have to put anything on besides the t-shirt and panties I already wore.

I always figured the chances of anybody else being out at the same hour Frankie decided to go was pretty slim. So I opened the sliding glass door to the deck and watched him hurriedly skitter down the steps onto the grass. That's when it got maddening. He had to smell absolutely everything around the deck. I'm sure there are small animals that roam around the area because of the woods behind me, but that didn't mean Frankie had to investigate each one.

Eventually, he went, as always. I grabbed a plastic bag from the assortment I kept by the door and stepped out into the warm summer night. The wood deck still retained some of the heat from the day, but the grass was cool and comfortable on my bare feet. I quickly gathered up Frankie's deposit and turned to head back into the condo with him.

But a movement two decks over from me caught my eye. I was at the bottom of the steps onto the deck when I managed to make out two shapes, partially illuminated from light inside their condo. It was clearly Kris and Andy, one of the couples I had actually met in the three months I had lived in the complex.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized something I hadn't anticipated: they were both naked. They were holding each other, rotating very slowly and as the light shimmered off each of them, it eliminated any doubt I had about their nudity.

I went up the steps on tip toes and just as silently opened the door to let Frankie in. I laid down the bag and stepped back out onto the deck, hugging the back of the condo, and turned to look again at Kris and Andy's deck.

They stood near the back railing with Kris' ass almost resting on it. The complete darkness in the condo between them and me at least eased my mind a little about anybody else seeing me...or them. Andy appeared to be kissing Kris' neck and shoulders. Then I watched as his head moved to her chest.

'Oh my God,' I said to myself, not wanting to make a single noise. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness and I clearly saw him take a breast in his hand, push it up, and then put his mouth over it. Kris tilted her head back in apparent delight and in the tiniest bit of light that existed between them I saw her put her hand around his cock.

Maybe my TV news experience kicked in because I felt I was watching something unique, something out of the ordinary that I couldn't take my eyes off of. Or, I was just getting hornier, which was being borne out by the growing dampness in my pussy.

I thought about Kris and Andy. I knew they were both in their late thirties, a few years younger than me, and had professional careers. Both were extremely good looking and fit. Kris had short blonde hair that was always meticulously styled. Andy had dark hair, great facial features, and an intelligence that captivated anyone he talked to.

Now they were on the back of their deck, at midnight, seemingly thinking they were alone in their lovemaking. Andy continued his assault on his wife's breasts. That's when I found myself letting my hand slide between my legs and across the front of my panties.

'God, Charlotte. Go to bed,' my brain was saying. My pussy was saying, 'Stay and watch some more.'

I stood with my shoulder barely touching my condo in absolute darkness save for whatever light escaped through the sliding door from the dining room. To me, it was the same as standing on the moon, looking down at my friends and neighbors who were in comparative brightness.

Andy was now sliding down his wife's body, apparently licking his way towards her pussy. His hands slipped around her and took her by the ass while his face disappeared between her legs. When it lingered there, Kris began to play with her tits, rolling them in her hands and pulling on the nipples.

The quietness of the entire scene was eerie. I expected to hear her moans or the sounds of Andy licking her clit or either of them speaking to the other. But the stillness was deafening.

That is, except for my own rapid breathing as I watched the couple and put my hand inside my panties. I remember a mixture of embarrassment and surprise at the wetness of my pussy. I gathered some of the moisture on a finger and used it to lubricate my clit. I nearly gasped at the reaction of that single stroke, in the middle of the night, alone on my deck.

Andy spent several minutes eating his wife. Then I saw him stand, and Kris was the one crouching down. She lovingly caressed his cock for a moment before lowering her head on it and beginning an energetic blowjob. I rubbed myself faster and then moved my hand down in order to insert two fingers inside my throbbing pussy. I watched and masturbated, feeling myself edge ever closer to an orgasm I refused to accept.

I fully expected Andy to cum without my even knowing it. But then Kris was getting up. I massaged my clit again, with more vigor than before. She was turning and stretching out her arms to support herself on the railing.

'Jesus, he's going to fuck her,' I thought.

I'm not sure why it astonished me as much as it did. I had just watched about ten minutes of foreplay. What else did I expect them to fucking do?

What was difficult for me to grasp was the fact they had no clue anybody was watching. So, just as I found it easy to masturbate in private, they were going to fuck in private.

Andy got in position, put his hands on Kris' tits, and then I watched the space between them vanish. Still, not a sound was heard although I saw Kris' head jerk back.

My body shuddered as a sign to me that I was close. I was frantically stroking myself. My legs grew less steady. I took a few steps forward so that I could put my free hand on the railing, almost laughing at the similarity to the position Kris was in.

Andy fucked her for quite a long time and I struggled not to cum. Then, as if by accident, I heard the faintest squeal from Kris. By all indications, they were about to climax together. My pulsating clit could take no more and my entire body exploded in one of the strongest orgasms I could ever remember. I literally put a hand across my mouth to stifle the noises I made while I came over and over again.

A second faint shriek from Kris was quickly followed by Andy pulling out and masturbating over her ass until, I supposed in the darkness, all his cum was poured onto it. I heard him groan one time. Otherwise I just watched his body twitch until the end.

On very shaky legs, I slithered back into my condo.

-Kris and Andy-

"Have you met any new neighbors?" Kris asked me.

"No. I'm not the type to initiate those types of introductions. I'll bump into them all eventually, I guess," I replied.

It was two nights after the deck incident and Kris and Andy were sitting in my living room. We had recently started meeting pretty regularly for drinks and snacks. The conversations were always fun and easy, but this evening I was having a little trouble keeping my thoughts off what I had seen in the dark.

"So, you haven't met the Anderson's yet?" Andy said. "They're the ones in the condo between us."

"Oh, I've waved. I talked to her for thirty seconds getting out of the car one time," I said. "Like I said, I can be very private when I want to be."

"I thought a big TV news star like you would love to be out among the people," Kris said with a hint of a grin.

"I like people. I don't crave the attention," I said. "And I'm not a star."

"There aren't a lot of gorgeous, single females living here," Andy added. "I thought there'd be guys at your door every night."

"I'm divorced, Andy. I learned my lesson. I'll let them bang at my door when I'm good and ready. And they better be rich. Not to mention a hunk. For now, I've got Frankie. Frankie loves me."

Kris smiled. "Speaking of Frankie, how is he about wanting to go out at night."

I quickly said, "Oh, he's generally good. Most nights I never have to get up, with the exception of a couple nights ago when...um...ah...."

I caught myself and stuttered to a stop, unable to make my mind work fast enough to complete the sentence and get out of it.

Kris just kept smiling, sipping on her wine. "Around midnight?"

My heart skipped three beats. She couldn't know, could she?

"It was so late I don't know what time it was," I managed to respond. I, too, took a drink and thought about heading to the kitchen for something.

"We heard him," Kris said nonchalantly.

I paused. Then said, "I'm sorry if he woke you."

"We were up," Andy stated.

Kris nearly choked. "Yes, we were."

The looks on their faces gave them away. I insisted on playing dumb.

"Frankie will get used to the new settings soon."

"It's quiet out here at night, isn't it?" Kris said, grabbing a cracker and cheese.

I nodded. "Very."

In the ensuing silence, I began to get up from the couch. Halfway up, Kris said, "Why didn't you go back in with Frankie?"

I stood and stared at her, unable to formulate an adequate response. Andy just grinned, watching both of us in the subsequent suspension of talk.

Kris continued, "What made you stop?"

I sat back down, too stunned to leave the room.

"I...I...thought I saw...you. Both of you," I stammered.

"And did you?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted, feeling a little bit like a witness in the box.

"Good. We thought so," Kris said enthusiastically. "You watched the whole thing, didn't you?"

"I didn't mean to," I said nervously. "I mean, I shouldn't have. I...I...."

Kris giggled. "Did you cum?"

"Kris!" I exclaimed.

"Well. I think you did," she said. "I turned my head and saw you covering your mouth so we wouldn't hear. Was it good?"

I felt my face burning up from blushing. I squirmed on the cushion and said, "I didn't mean to watch. Swear to God, Kris."

Kris leaned forward in her chair. "Charlotte, listen to me for a minute. We knew you were there. It was fantastic. It made it so much better for us knowing you were watching and knowing you were cumming along with us because of it. You don't need to apologize."

I was fighting back tears from the embarrassment and, partially, relief of them knowing that I did it. I just nodded to her.

"Now, here's something you didn't know," Andy joined in. "You weren't the only one watching."

"What!" I called out.

"The Anderson's were looking out their second floor window. They knew we would be there," Andy said.

"How?"

"It was our night. We've been doing this with them for over a year. We watch them. They watch us. It's fucking hot," he said. "I think based on what Kris told me about you cumming, you might agree."

I had to let it all sink in before I could answer.

"I can't believe it. It was...a show? And you knew I was there?"

"Exactly," Kris said. "And we want to talk to you about it. We would REALLY like you to join in with us and the Andersons, Dave and Kate. We've been trying to expand the group and we think you'd be perfect. We already know they both think you're really cute. Dave's been dying to meet you but was too shy to come over."

"Join you in what?" was all I could think to ask.

"Our little voyeur club," Kris replied. "Sometimes we're on the deck. Sometimes it's in our place or theirs. We just...watch...and have fun."

"You watch each other have sex? Really?"

"Don't tell me you didn't find it exciting," Kris said unsympathetically. "You loved it."

I shrugged and tried to collect my thoughts. Why I couldn't just flatly reject the notion, I had no idea except for repeatedly remembering what that orgasm felt like.

"How about this?" Kris suggested. "How about if we just try a very short, simple experiment to see what you think. Just to give you a taste of it."

"Like what?" I said, voicing my trepidation.

"Stand up."

I did as she said and Kris walked over to me. "Face me. And relax."

We stood so that Andy saw us in silhouette. Kris slowly ran her hands up the outside of my arms until reaching the sleeves of my t-shirt. Then she stepped forward a little and kissed me on the cheek. And then again. I was almost shaking from panic as Kris' mouth came over to mine. The first touch of her lips was soft and actually very pleasant. She applied more pressure and I returned the kiss.

Kris moved her hands onto my sides and held me tighter as the kiss continued. I felt her tongue on my lips at the same time her hands touched the bottom of my breasts. It seemed so natural to spread my lips and our tongues met.

Her hands were on my breasts, but, because of the kiss, my mind couldn't keep up with all that was happening. I began to shift my head in conjunction with her own movements. Meanwhile, she increased her grip on my tits. Practically before I could react, we were embracing and in the middle of a deep, passionate kiss.

It only took seconds, but seemed an eternity. Then Kris told me, "Face Andy now."

To my surprise, when I turned to him, he had his cock out and it was very hard. Kris moved behind me and quickly put her hands on my chest again. She massaged my tits through my shirt and bra. Andy slowly stroked himself.

I couldn't take my eyes off Andy's growing erection as Kris lifted my shirt over my head and put it on a chair. She played some more with my bra and tits, teasing Andy with short views of my nipples before letting the bra cover me again. Then she unhooked it and little by little let it fall away.

One hour previous, the idea of standing topless in front of Andy while he masturbated was the farthest thing from my mind. Now, my heart pounded with excitement and eagerness. Was I turned on more from watching him or having him watch me and Kris? I couldn't answer that at the moment.

Kris ran her hands over my breasts in a much more sensual way than I ever could have, plus I was sure she knew what Andy wanted to see. She got my nipples rock hard, but nothing could compare to his cock. His hand barely covered half of it while he tugged on it in a steady rhythm.

My body froze in place when Kris' hands shifted to the top of my shorts. The look on my face must have seemed very funny to Andy when his wife opened and unzipped my pants. She buried her hand inside the front for a few seconds, and then pushed the shorts down my legs.

Andy took that opportunity—while I stepped out of my shorts—to pull off his shirt. His muscular chest and arms only made me hornier and when he pushed his pants down to his knees to fully expose his cock and balls, I felt my pussy shiver even more. Then he resumed pulling on his cock, leaning farther back in his chair.

Kris had already started to rub my pussy, at times through my panties and at times inside them. My body rocked back and forth involuntarily as if it was a cock between my legs instead of her fingers. My mouth opened for the air I desperately needed and a gasp escaped after Kris made an especially hard swipe across my clit.

She took off my panties and I tried to comprehend that I stood there naked in front of two people I scarcely knew. But I was beginning to want nothing else. I wanted to show Andy my body and I wanted Kris to continue to bring me closer and closer to an orgasm.

'God. An orgasm. Am I going to cum in front of him?' That thought scared me for a moment. And then I realized I had already done it with Kris watching from a distance, even though I didn't know it at the time. Now it was my time to put on the show.

While Kris had been removing my panties, I didn't think much about her moving around by my legs. Now, suddenly, she was on her knees, facing me and putting her hands on the inside of my thighs, indicating to me to spread them for her.

I moved my feet apart, scared to death of the consequences. I watched Kris kiss her way up my thighs, onto my pussy, and then...oh my God, that first sensation of her tongue on my clit was amazing. I must have held my breath for thirty seconds while she tenderly licked it and kissed it. Then she became more aggressive and I had to hold her head or risk losing my balance.

Kris put her mouth over my clit and used her tongue and lips to manipulate it just as much as Andy was wildly jerking on his cock.

"Oh God, Kris. Yes. Yes," I murmured.

I pulled her face even closer. She sucked on my clit harder. I cried out, begging for more.

Soon, Kris was plunging her tongue deep inside my pussy and I fucked it with Andy watching every move. I was so close to cumming. I saw a glimmer of precum on the tip of Andy's cock and knew he was, too.

The moment Kris went back to my clit, I felt it.

"Kris! Fuck, yes! I'm...cumming, Kris!"

I cried out at the release of my orgasm, clutching Kris' head with both hands and struggling to keep her face in contact with my pussy. I thrust my hips forward toward her head, again and again feeling the inside of my stomach shudder.

I managed to look at Andy when I heard his groan. A huge shot of cum flew from his cock onto his bare chest. Then another, and another. I came some more, long after I normally would have been done.

Andy's cock was still hard when he let go of it and relaxed. Kris made her way up to my face and kissed me, letting me taste my own juices on her lips.

-The Andersons-

Kris and Andy were really awesome about making me feel comfortable after that first session. Not that I needed consoling, but they wanted to make sure I didn't feel pressured into doing anything I didn't want to do. I assured them it was an incredible experience and I looked forward to more.

That meant it was time for me to meet the Andersons. Well, not exactly meet them in the normal sense, but in the sense of how they and Kris and Andy associated with each other.

It began a week later when I was invited to Kris and Andy's condo and was told to expect the 'party' to last beyond midnight. It would be just us three again, kind of. The only other instructions I got was to bring along a robe.

With expectations running pretty high, I showed up at nine for the drinks and snacks portion of the festivity. It was exactly the same as all of our other meetings prior to the one at my condo the week before. Great talk and wine and food. Midnight approached fairly quickly, it seemed to me, and I sensed the excitement growing.

"OK. Time to change clothes," Kris announced a little after eleven thirty. "Charlotte, grab your robe and use the bedroom in the hall to change into it. Nothing else on, just the robe. We'll meet you back in here."

With those simple orders, I marched off to change. The same nerves I felt in my condo with Andy watching came back again. When I was ready, I moved back into the living room and, a moment later, were joined by my hosts. Kris looked great in her short little robe that was loosely tied, showing a good portion of her breasts. Andy wore his robe tighter, and I longed to once again see his nice cock. We sat for another ten minutes and finished more drinks.

Andy looked at the clock on the wall. "Time to go. C'mon," he said, getting up and taking Kris by the hand. I eagerly tagged along behind them, following them up the stairs to the second floor. We went down the hall all the way to the last room and entered it with only the light from the hallway revealing the bed and other furnishings.

Andy walked straight to a window. Kris and I came behind him. I saw them peer out at the corresponding window in the next condo—the Andersons'. Darkness prevailed in all directions and we stood silently for a few minutes.

Then a light came on in Dave and Kate's condo. Seconds later, movement could be seen and two people came into view not far from the window. Kris stepped over to a small table and flicked on a lamp. Never did I see Dave or Kate look directly over at us, but I might have missed something along the way.




See You At Midnight



"Just watch," Kris nearly whispered to me.

I couldn't help but watch as the couple in the next condo began to kiss. They, too, wore robes and I smiled to myself at the uniformity of it all. Then I felt, for the first time that evening, the distinctive awkwardness of spying on other people in an intimate moment. I felt it on the deck that night. And now the same thing was happening. However, as the intensity of Dave and Kate's kiss grew, the awkwardness turned into curiosity. And then into depraved inquisitiveness when Dave's hands slipped inside her robe.

It was hypnotizing. Same as watching Kris and Andy on the deck and watching Andy on the couch cum all over himself. It was fucking hypnotizing.

Kate was a tall, thin brunette with an appropriately proportioned body for her height and weight. Dave was what you would expect a business man in his mid-to-late forties to look like. He certainly was not as well toned as Andy, but he wasn't a slob, either. 

He was pushing open his wife's robe, dipping his head onto her bare chest. The light was good enough and the condos were close enough together that her skin was visible. As the robe spread farther apart, her breasts came into view. Dave was purposeful in the attention he paid to each one, perhaps giving us time to appreciate seeing his mouth engulf a good bit of Kate's tits.

Soon, he was untying the robe and letting it fall open. At that point, Kris came closer to me and, without a sound, pointed slyly to Andy's crotch. She nodded towards it and made a gesture with one hand to indicate that I was to hold his cock.

I nodded back and moved directly behind Andy. I put my arms around him and found his already hardening cock through the soft material of his robe. I held it tighter while Dave slid the robe off Kate. The effect of my hand and what we were watching was immediate on Andy's cock. I put my hand inside the robe and stroked it.

Meanwhile, all eyes were on Kate. She was gorgeous without clothes on. Her curves were soft and inviting and her age had done little to take away her natural beauty.

Dave once again used his mouth on her breasts. His hands cupped her ass and I felt Andy get just a little harder. Then Dave was rubbing Kate's pussy and the expression of delight on her face was evident.

A moment later, it was Kate's turn. He took off Dave's robe and I heard a murmur of approval from Kris as his long, thick cock came into view. Kate kneeled down and teased us all for the longest time by stroking the cock with her hands. Then, finally, she leaned in and took it into her mouth.

While that blowjob was taking place, Kris removed my robe and I removed Andy's. Once Kris had joined us in undressing, the scene was set in both condos for the main event.

I was once again fondling Andy's cock, but my attention was focused on the other condo where Kate was energetically sucking off her husband. Any misgivings I might have had about the voyeur aspect of the whole thing were long gone.

Then the most awesome part of the night occurred. Kate was repositioning herself directly in front of the window, facing the three of us. Everything from her waist up was clearly visible, practically pressed against the glass. She looked straight at us. We saw Dave behind her. Then his hands were on her hips and he was hovering over her ass.

Kate lifted her face a little bit and grimaced just one time.

"Watch this," Kris told me in an excited voice. "It's so good when she cums."

It was obvious when Dave put his cock in her. She lunged against the window and opened her mouth in what we knew was an exclamation of ecstasy, but we couldn't hear a sound. It was one of the strangest, yet scintillating, things I ever saw. So there she was, her breasts pressed against the glass, being fucked from behind while the neighbors watched.

My hand was moving up and down Andy's cock in a purely mechanical manner now, but there was no doubt Dave and Kate could see it as we were far enough back from the window.

There wasn't much originality in what we could see. There aren't many ways to make fucking from behind all that different. But you could tell that every now and then Dave increased either the speed or force because Kate's expression would change. At no time did she appear to not be loving it all.

Five minutes might have passed. Probably more than that. Then Kate's face showed the end was near.

"Here it comes," Kris agreed.

We saw Kate talking, or more likely, screaming, ostensibly urging him on and begging for more. Her hands were flattened against the window next to her head and her tits were often smashed almost flat against her chest.

And then the orgasms. Kate's mouth was open the entire time, but she wasn't talking. Even without hearing it, you could tell every single time he drove into her and every time she moaned in response. Repeatedly, over and over again, she was pushed against the window as he emptied himself inside her and she came along with him. The shrieks that must have echoed in the room never made it to us, but I heard them in my mind.

Precum leaked from Andy's cock and, behind me, Kris rubbed her pussy and breathed heavily enough for me to hear. My pussy cried for attention, but it would have to wait.

We watched the couple behind the window relax and fall into each other's arms. Then they looked over at us.

Andy turned his head to me and said, "Get on the bed. It's our turn."

Kris saw the questioning look on my face and said, "They can see the end of this bed."

"Lay sideways on it, on your back," Andy instructed me.

I did as he said and he crawled on top of me.

"I'll cum on your chest," he said.

"It's OK, you can...," I started to say.

"No. They want to see me cum. And you, too."

My heart raced at the mere reminder that I had an audience. What an absolutely amazing feeling that was.

Andy was fantastic. He was gentle, careful to attend to my tits and clit, and brought me close many times before backing down and letting me build back up again. I wrapped my legs around him and enjoyed every second of it.

Then, to my surprise, Kris bent over me and sucked on my tits. I whimpered with delight and my body trembled, on the verge of losing control.

Kris backed off. Andy told me to cum. And I cried out as the first orgasm sent a jolt through me. He pounded me faster and held me up by the ass. When he sensed I was done, he rubbed my clit and I came again. My head thrashed back and forth on the bed in what must have been a great display for the Andersons.

Finally, Andy pulled out. I watched him masturbate, but only for a couple seconds because he quickly sprayed cum on me, even more than the night I watched him in the chair. I joyously spread it over my tits and stomach, licking my fingers afterwards to taste his sweetness. Then I watched Kris suck him clean.

Moments later, lights went out in both bedrooms.

-Solo-

"I loved when you started tossing your head back and forth when you came," Kate said.

I knew I was blushing and it didn't help matters that Kris was laughing. All five of us were sitting in Dave and Kate's condo the night after my first adventure involving all of them, rehashing and doing some planning.

"What did you expect after what I'd just seen?" I said. "And you don't have much room to talk, Kate."

"It's pretty intense, isn't it?" she said.

"Yeah. That's an understatement."

"So, what's next on the agenda?" Dave asked the group.

Andy swiftly answered. "Do we all agree that Charlotte has to go through her initiation yet?"

Heads nodded in full accord.

"Hey, wait. WHAT initiation?" I clamored.

"Anybody that wants to be in this group has to go through it," Andy explained. "All you've done so far is show us you might be interested in joining."

"MIGHT be?" I said. "I thought that was obvious by now."

"Yes, but have you been the headlining act yet?" Andy asked rhetorically. "No. You've been a participant. It's time for your solo performance."

"Go ahead," I said. "Give me the bad news."

Andy smiled. "Good news for us, and you'll provide it just like you do on our TVs every night. Here's the deal. We need you to pick a night, at midnight, when you will move that padded lounge chair you have to the far back of your deck, away from the condo, but with enough light for us to see you. You'll have a dildo or vibrator of your choosing with you. You will strip naked and bring yourself to an orgasm on the lounge chair. Simple."

"And you'll be watching."

"Of course we will," Andy assured me. "But you won't know from where. It might be our place or Dave and Kate's, or the woods. You won't know. Just cum and make sure we know when you do."

I knew I was going to have to do it and there was no use arguing. If I wanted to be in the 'club'—which I did—I would have to prove it to them. But a lingering thought bothered me.

"What about that condo on the other side of me? They might be up and...," I stopped, knowing the folly of what I was saying.

All four of my friends were just staring at me.

I said, "Yes. They might be. I get it."

They chuckled and we quickly settled on the night I would put on my show. Already, I was planning it in my head.

What I didn't plan on was a rainstorm passing through the area on the very night we chose. Luckily, it was very warm out and there was no sign from the others that my solo act was called off. At eleven thirty the lighting started. It wasn't nearby or otherwise threatening and occurred just often enough to add a little thrill to everything.

Because of the rain, I chose to wear a white shirt with no bra. My shorts were the tightest I could find and, under that, I wore a thong I kept for special occasions. I didn't worry much about my hair considering the weather conditions.

I had moved the lounge chair to its appointed spot earlier in the evening and made sure the light worked. The only other stipulation I had to meet was the dildo. It just so happened I owned one—a particularly thick, realistic one that had served its purpose for me many, many times in the past.

So, with my pulse racing and my toy in hand, I stepped out onto the deck at exactly midnight.

The amount of rain coming down caught me by surprise. I had barely moved out to the center of the deck before I was drenched. I looked straight up and let the rain cover my face. Immediately, I felt my shirt clinging to my skin. I looked down at my chest and my tits were becoming highly visible, with the nipples beginning to push out against the wet shirt.

I turned in place, having no clue where the others were watching from but assuming it was from inside one of their condos. I gave them every angle I could, sometimes raising my arms up in a miniature rain dance. Within two minutes, I might as well have not had a shirt on, it molded to my figure so completely.

I ran the dildo over my tits and felt the ribbing scrape across my sensitive nipples. I knew at once that my body was ready. The slightest touch sent a jolt to my pussy.

After a minute of this, I pushed the dildo into a pocket of my shorts and started to pull up on my shirt as I danced to imaginary music. I put myself into stripper mode the best I could, but it was a new role and I'm sure it wasn't the best. But I teased them with glimpses of my breasts before allowing the soaked material to rest, rolled up, on top of them. The rain on my tits felt fantastic and I soon had the shirt off.

Water dripped from my nipples and poured over my tits as if I was in the shower. It flowed between them and rolled down my body until being absorbed by my shorts or continuing down my legs. I played with my tits for a moment, on occasion leaning back and pointing them up at the sky.

Then I took the dildo from my pocket, threw it on the lounge chair, and unzipped my shorts. I slid a hand inside, realizing right away that my thong was soaked through. It would have been a struggle removing my shorts had they been perfectly dry. Being wet, I must have put on quite a show getting them off.

But now I stood in just my thong and I twirled several times with the rain continuing to pour over every inch of me. I massaged my clit by simply pushing aside the tiny thong. Then I slowly took it off, making sure to bend over and hold that pose as long as I could.

I took my time before climbing onto the chair. I couldn't have ever imagined that standing naked in that rain would feel that good. But I had more to do and I took my place, stretched out on the wet chair with the dildo in hand.

Lightning flashed and the deck was momentarily bathed in light.

I didn't get real creative at that point. The foreplay was over and I really wanted to cum. So after making a quick pass over my tits with the dildo, I spread my legs and placed the dripping toy at the entrance to my pussy. I always took my time when masturbating and I was exceptionally deliberate now that I had an audience.

I let the bulbous head spread me open for a moment, and then slid the dildo up to my clit. Then it was back in place again, being forced inside in slow motion. Bit by bit, the textured cock entered me and I tilted my head back from enjoyment. Quiet whimpers that only I could hear accompanied each inch of the dildo that disappeared.

Once it was completely inserted, I pulled it nearly all the way out and began to fuck myself leisurely. Before long, the pace quickened and my moans were louder. My free hand started at my tits, and then moved down to my clit. As soon as I touched it, my hips rose and fell in rhythm with the dildo.

I continued this way for a few minutes. Then I withdrew the dildo, rolled onto my stomach, and raised my ass. Soon, the dildo was back in place. I had every intention of eventually rolling onto my back again, but my body had other ideas.

As soon as I felt the orgasm growing, I knew I didn't want to interrupt it. I pulled on a nipple and rolled it between my fingers, getting almost the same result as rubbing my clit.

I cried out as I felt my body prepare for the climax. I shoved the dildo in faster and harder.

"Yesssss! Of fuck, yessssss!"

I gripped the side of the chair and started to cum. I made no effort to silence the groans that came with each thrust of the dildo. My ass pushed back against it and I changed the angle to hit just the right spots inside my pussy.

Lightning flashed closer now and more often. The added light made the deck appear to be in broad daylight and my cries were drowned out by thunder.

I found my clit and extended the orgasm as long as I could stand it, continuing to squeal into the night.

I collapsed onto my stomach in the end. When I could, I rolled over and let the rain soak my chest and pussy. I wasn't sure I wanted to get up.

But I slowly made my way back into the condo, shutting off the deck light once inside.

-The New Neighbors-

I was walking Frankie about a week later, approaching the condo next to mine where I had not yet met the new residents, when I noticed an extremely cute young woman in the yard. She also saw me and walked toward the sidewalk with a big smile.

"Hi. I'm Liz. I don't think we've officially met," she said.

"Hi. I'm Charlotte and this is Frankie," I had to say as he playfully skipped up to her.

Frankie loved attention and she petted him, saying, "He's adorable."

That was exactly the word I was thinking as I watched her. Liz was one of the prettiest, sexiest women I'd ever seen. She couldn't have been more than twenty five, if that, with a delicious figure that she accentuated with a tight fitting tank top and running shorts. There didn't appear to be a fault on her anywhere. She was blonde, cute beyond words, and built like a supermodel with long, tan legs.

"Sorry I haven't had a chance to come over," I said.

"Oh, that's OK. You work for channel four, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yep. That's me."

"You're very good. I'm glad to meet you in person," Liz said.

"Thanks. Same here."

Liz looked around as if to make sure we were alone, which struck me as unusual...until she said, "That was quite a rain storm last week, wasn't it?"

I paused, and then said, "Yes. It was."

"Do you enjoy storms like that?"

I wondered if the suspicion I was feeling showed on my face.

"I don't mind them," I answered.

"Do you always sit outside in them, on your deck? Naked?"

I caught my breath and said, "We better go inside, Liz."

She followed me into my condo and we sat at the kitchen table, without having said a word.

"Tell me what you mean," I told her.

She had a grin on her face as she leaned forward on the table. "Nick and I generally go to bed late. I was checking the windows to make sure they were shut when I saw you. At first I just thought you had left something out there. Then you started to, um, play with your shirt and I decided to stay and watch."

I gazed at her and said, "The whole thing?"

She just nodded and smiled.

Then she said, "By the time you were getting on the chair, Nick was upstairs so I just, you know, kind of joined in with you."

"You masturbated?"

"Yep. I didn't intend to cum, of course. I just put my hand on my pussy. Then you started to use that dildo and I, well, you know, played along with you," Liz said.

I remembered the words Kris had said to me and I asked Liz, "Did you cum? Was it good?"

"God, Charlotte. I had to keep from screaming. I've never cum so hard in my life."

My mind raced with thoughts and possibilities. I had to do this right or I might blow the chance. Again, my discussion with Kris and Andy rattled through my brain.

"Did you know others were watching me?" I asked her.

"You're shitting me. Who?"

"The people in both condos on the other side."

"Damn," Liz exclaimed. "It was a show?"

I giggled. "Kind of."

She just shook her head.

I said, "Liz, I want to talk to you and your husband. I have a proposal but we need all three of us in one place to make sure we understand each other. Can you arrange it?"

"Sure. Give me your cell number and I can text you," she said. "I bet we can meet tonight."

I hoped the excitement on her face would help convince her husband of what I had planned. Only time would tell.

We did, in fact, meet that same evening. As I had presumed, Nick was just as gorgeous as Liz. Same age as her; athletic; tanned; and, built like a Greek god. I found out during the early discussion that he had inherited a bunch of money and they got the condo while they could easily afford it. They were enjoying their wealth while they were young.

"Tell Nick about your, um, hobby involving the other neighbors," Liz said to me after the preliminaries were out of the way.

"Well, we think of it more as an alliance," I said with a smile. "It seems the five of us have a fairly common interest in sex...and watching sex."

I wasn't sure if that direct approach was right with a guy I'd only just met. But his response was encouraging.

He nodded and said, "Interesting. Liz and I have talked about that once or twice."

"Tell her," Liz urged him.

He hesitated, and then said, "I have this...well...fantasy of watching her."

He paused and then added, "With another woman."

Bingo! The group was about to expand. My smile must have reached from ear to ear.

"Really? What if I said that could be arranged," I asked him.

"Cool."

"Of course, you wouldn't be the only one watching. Is that cool?" I said.

"Oh, sure. The more the merrier."

I felt like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Should I arrange a get-together with everyone, then, to discuss it?" I asked them both.

They nodded in unison. "Yes, please," Liz said.

As I expected, Dave and Kate and Kris and Andy were all eager, to say the least, in introducing themselves to the attractive young couple. I told them what Nick's request was and we actually had to have a lottery-style drawing of the women's names to see who won the right to be with Liz. Kris' name was drawn and she whooped louder than when I heard her cum.




See You At Midnight



We set a date for the first meeting—which the Andersons agreed to host—and I took that to Nick and Liz, who quickly accepted. Everyone was in agreement that it would be a strictly social event with the actual granting of the fantasy to come later. To say I was excited was an understatement.

The Andersons and Kris and Andy had only seen glimpses of the new couple, but never up close. They knew they were young but the looks on their faces when I walked in with them was priceless. Liz wore a sheer blouse and a super short skirt that made her look eighteen instead of twenty five. Nick, as always, was just stunning. I figured the original four members of the group owed me major bonus points for making this happen.

Nick and Liz fit right in. They were great to talk to and I'm pretty sure I saw Liz mischievously flash an awful lot of thigh to Andy and Dave on more than one occasion. I would have given anything to win that lottery. Maybe next time.

Drinks flowed and the night just flew by.

Somewhere close to midnight Li and Kris were in the kitchen by themselves and nobody paid particular attention...until they came back out into the middle of the room. That's when Kris stood behind Liz and said, "Everyone, we've decided that we didn't want to wait any longer to initiate Liz and Nick. So, if you would find a good spot to watch, we're ready to begin."

Dave changed chairs to get a better view, but everyone else was fine where they were. With that, Kris put her arms around Liz and the show began.

Kris covered Liz's neck with kisses and leisurely worked her way up to the young woman's face. Liz turned her head to face her a little more and their lips finally met. Kris' hands were sliding across the front of Liz's silky blouse, squeezing at the breasts that were underneath. It had been obvious that Liz wasn't wearing a bra and now the benefits were about to be gained.

The women continued to kiss and Kris transferred her hands to Liz's waist. She pulled up on the short skirt and then put her hands on Liz's legs. We caught just a peek at Liz's panties before Kris let the skirt back down.

They turned to face each other and began a very serious kiss, embracing more closely and letting their hands wander over each other's hair, back, and ass.

Andy was the first one in the crowd that I saw react in any way. His hand slid up and down his crotch and the bulge in his shorts quickly became evident. It acted like a signal to the rest because soon afterwards all of us were starting to masturbate in our own way. We were most interested, of course, in Nick and he was massaging his cock without any apparent hesitation.

I wonder what he was thinking when Kris began to unbutton his wife's blouse, starting at the top. It was still tucked into Liz's skirt and hugged her breasts, giving us a fantastic tease of what they were like. As each new button opened, more and more of Liz's cleavage came into view.

Kris finally pulled the blouse out entirely and let it hang open, concealing only the outer halves of the firm tits. We watched Kris put her hands inside and tenderly cup the breasts, able to cover them almost completely with her palm and fingers.

Liz was obviously loving every second of it and the fact Nick had to reach in and move his cock to let it grow was a good sign.

Kris didn't make us wait long for a view of Liz's chest. She pulled off the blouse and tossed it aside. I was so jealous...and horny. The tits were perfect; round and firm with a little upturn at the nipples. I'm sure everyone in the room wanted to jump on her and suck them.

But that was Kris' honor on this evening. She turned Liz sideways to us and let us watch as she began to lovingly kiss each breast. Her tongue tasted the soft skin. Her lips teased the nipples. And we saw Liz take in a quick breath when Kris finally covered one with her mouth and began to suck on it more fervently.

Dave had his cock out, I noticed. Then Andy, followed by Nick. The women were opening their pants or lifting their skirts and clearly this was going to be a success, long before Kris and Liz truly got started.

One of Kris' hands was inside Liz's skirt and we saw her begin to massage the pussy. Liz moaned audibly and Kris bit harder on her nipple. Liz wriggled under the attack, but Kris wouldn't let up. After a short while, Kris unzipped the skirt and took it off. Liz's panties were small and tight, with the hint of moisture already showing from her pussy. I only saw a little bit of her ass, but that was enough to make me think it was going to be just another faultless aspect of this woman's body.

Kris was kneeling, kissing Liz's thighs and panties. When she began to pull them down, I looked around at three very, very hard cocks being held by guys that couldn't take their eyes off the women.

Liz was naked and Kris wasted no time in putting her face back in Liz's pussy. This time she had direct access to everything she wanted. We saw her tongue start at the very bottom and work its way up past the clit. Then Kris did it again, and again, until Liz moaned, putting her hand on Kris' head to pull her closer.

Then Kris loitered around the sweet, wet hole before sliding her tongue inside. Liz's face showed both the shock and the delight she was feeling. Her body swayed in time with the movements of Kris' tongue, and Kris held her by the ass to help increase the effect.

Those of us in the audience were all damn near ready to cum and we knew there was a lot more of the show to watch yet. Fortunately, Liz told Kris to stand up and we watched her begin to strip her partner. The moment Kris was naked, the real action started.

The women were all over each other: exchanging kisses; trading time at each other's tits; and, probing each other's pussies with hands and mouths.

In due course, they ended up on the floor in a sixty-nine with the rest of the room watching and masturbating. Kris and Liz put on a fantastic show, totally lost in their own pleasures and the pleasure of eating one another. Their moans grew louder. I was on the verge of cumming twice before I stopped and then picked up again, waiting to watch the climax on the floor.

When it happened, it came quick. Liz was the first to shout out that she was cumming and we all watched her writhe under the attack of Kris' tongue. Then it was Kris' turn and her howls of joy echoed throughout the room.

That was all I needed. I came in waves. And it certainly helped to see Nick pumping shot after shot of his cum onto his bare chest. I'd say he and Liz both got their wishes.

In the months that followed, we added two more couples from the neighborhood and hardly a night goes past now that you can't peek out at midnight in one direction or another and see something of interest either in a window or on a deck. I think I'll plan on living here for a while.



See You at the Office



Jason is a 18 year old genius. He graduated high school at the age of 15. Now he's a junior in college and he' interning for his field study hours. Oh also Jason's a virgin.

Sara is 18 she just graduated high school. She got a job at her fathers tech. company. She's the wild child of the family. But her father forced her to take the job or he'd cut her off from all forms of money. 

Neither of the two realize how much they're going to affect each other.

"Yes! I got the internship." Thought Jason. He'd already applied four places. All of them turned him down with reasons like how he's too young. He graduated high school at fifteen, it's not his fault about how old he is. But now he has an internship with the largest technology manufacturer on the east coast. "Good thing Stanford will pay for me to move to Connecticut cause from what i hear it's very expensive over there." Jason says to his mother on there weekly telephone call. Soon after he realizes that it's still very early. So he goes around his dorm and closes all the curtains so no one can look in the window. He goes over to the shelves and pops out the fake back to the third shelf. He found the secret hole while cleaning when he moved in freshman year. Now he stores over 700 porn DVDs and about 720 porn magazines. He's been getting 10 different subscriptions since he was 12. Also in the cubby hole he has fleshlight (kind of like a fake vagina) which he rarely uses, an extra large bottle of sweet sensation personal lubricant, about 10 oz. of pot, and a bottle of tequila. He randomly grabs a DVD out of his hardcore disc holder and pops it in the DVD player that he hooked up to the 72" plasma screen he has almost at the foot of his bed. The definition is amazing you could see it just line real life. After he got his 7.5" cock hard he grabbed his lube and poured a generous amount in his hand and started rubbing right as the girl got penetrated by the cock on the DVD. Within 5 minutes he climaxed. 

Sara was laying in bed since she can't leave home until she's played her father back the money to fix his car after she crashed it into a tree. She was texting the boy she was hooking up with currently. He wanted her to send some nude pics and vids but she wasn't into it. So she took a shower. When she walked backed in her bedroom her phone had 6 new picture messages, 2 video messages and a voice mail. So she looked through it all and it was all of Ryan's (her hook up partner) naked body and his member. As she was looking through it all her pussy became wet. After she was done she laid on the bed nude and took her vibrator from under her mattress and she turned it on high and started rubbing herself. Her juices were coating the small pink tube and her fingers. After 5 mins she stuck it directly on her clit and she came all over the bed.

3 weeks later:

Jason has already settled into his new apartment and his internship. He's been trying very hard to find a hook up at the local clubs but no girls are interested. At work all the women are at least ten years older and he's not into that. But the bosses daughter is very cute and she's his age. Whenever he gets a chance he tries and fails at even speaking to her.

"Work sucks!" Sara's thinking as she's sorting paper. "Everyone is super old except the new intern and whenever I see him he looks away and almost sprints past me. For the past week I've really been noticing how cute he is. Especially when he dropped his paperwork and was bent over. His butt is really cute."

One night Jason's getting ready to shower and then a random knock at the doors sounds through the apartment. When he opens the door Sara is sitting there.

"Hey, Jason right?"

"Uhmm.... uh yeah, but you could call me Jay." 

"OK then. I was thinking maybe we could hang out?" 

"You want to hang out with me?" He was dumbfounded that this sexy well endowed woman was even

talking to him.

"Well I didn't come here to ask my neighbor! Yes you."

"Um OK what do you want t..." By then she pushes into him and he fell onto the couch under her. She started kissing him. After a moment of shock he started to kiss back. As they were making out she took off her her jacket to show that all she was wearing was a nightey that ended just below her waist. 

"Umm Sara I don't think we should be doing this. We don't even know each other!" 

"Ohh who cares just take my virginity! I'm so horny I want you more than anything! I'll do anything to have you!"

"Anything?" With a sly smile playing across his face. She looked at him with confusion and she nodded. So he took advantage if this once in a lifetime opportunity and he took off his shirt revealing that he was very toned and fit. Then he slowly laid down and she was still on top of him so he unzipped his pants and he took out his limp dick. So slowly she starred to suck on it until it became hard in her mouth. Then ferociously he grabbed her head and shoved it downwards until his cock was deep in her throat. He pushed her off and pulled her to the bed. When she laid on her back he pulled her nightgown off and then told her to lose the bra and thong. So he started stripping and soon they were both completely naked. He spread her legs and started sucking on her clit while fingering her and rubbing her g-spot. She was moaning so loudly. After she was soaking wet he poured a very generous amount of fire lube on her pussy and his cock. When he was finished he shoved his cock inside of her in one stroke so powerful he didn't even flinch when he ripped through her hymen. He started fucking her really gently then he put her into doggy-style and started going really rough. As he was screwing her he shoved his two fingers into her ass and started fingering while fucking. After about 30 minutes he turned her over again and laid down on her while he fucked her. Her screaming moans became soft and sexy moans. He took out and started eating her out again. Her lower lips were puffy and pink and glistening with lube and her own juices. He put his cock back in and started slowly going in and out. He realized he could feel the muscle pulling on his cock. It felt good and about 5 minutes later she started arching her back and he knew she was going to cum so he started going harder and then they both came at the same time. 

"Oh my god your cock was amazing!"

"Your pussy is so tight."

"Let's go to sleep." 

He hadn't realized it had already been 2 hours. So he said OK. When Jason woke up he found a note next to him saying "Jay I'm sorry to have left early but if I didn't my dad would've found out. I had an amazing time. I'll see you at the office."



See You Guys Next Year



To whom this whole story may concern, my name is Adam Lawler and I was the one who had married my college sweetheart Stephanie Copeland and moved ourselves into this wonderful apartment.

And after we got ourselves settled in, we got something from a new neighbor whose name happens to be Sybil McGovern.

It was an invitation to a Halloween party and we were expected to arrive in costume which made us go online and purchase a costume for each of us from a website.

My costume was that of a Viking Warrior.

As for my wife, she wore this sexy Princess Leia slave outfit.

And when we got there with our costumes on and the other guests saw that I was holding the chain that was attached to her choker, they had all welcomed both me and Stephanie into their little corner of the world with open arms.

That was before this mature blond with a really hot bod had walked up to us in a black dress and said, "You must be Adam and Stephanie. It is pleasure to meet you. I am Sybil McGovern. And I bet that you need something to wet your whistle right now."

Now if you were to ask me, it really was a big mistake to agree to a sip of the punch that she was serving at the party because we never knew what she had mixed into our glasses.

But when she had handed those glasses to us, raised her glass and said, "And now, my dear friends! A toast to our newest arrivals! May they enjoy their new lives right here among us!", Stephanie and I had gulped down the punch that was in our glasses, only to have us see everyone and everything in the room start spinning around and around and making us become so dizzy that everything around had suddenly gone black.

And when I finally opened my eyes, I was shocked to discover that I had been stripped naked and my wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a chair in handcuffs.

I also tried to call for Stephanie to see if she was still alive, only to discover that I was unable to do so due to the ball gag in my mouth.

That was before this one woman with dark hair had stepped into the room with only a pair of kinky boots on, looked at me with a smile and said, "He is finally awake, Mistress!", before she had walked over to a small table and picked up a bullwhip.

After that, Sybil had walked into the room and tore off her dress to expose her naked body and start fingering herself in front of me.

But when she looked into my dick and noticed that it was not stiff, Sybil had let out a smile and said, "Trust me! There is more than one way to get a rise out of you!"

That was before Sybil clapped her hands and the lights were turned on to show Stephanie... who was also naked... handcuffed to the ceiling.

She was also unable to close her legs because of the spreader bar that was between them.

And when she looked at the bitch with the whip with tears running out of her eyes and said, "Please! You really do not have to do this! We could give you all the money you want! Just let us go!", the only response that the bitch with the whip had given my poor helpless Stephanie was that she used it on my wife on her tits, ass and pussy.

And while that was going on, Sybil had sucked on my cock before she looked into my eyes and asked, "See? Did I not tell you that we could get a rise out of you?", just before the other bitch had tossed the whip away and placed one end of a double dildo inside her pussy.

Then, after the bitch had looked at Stephanie with such a smile, pulled on the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps on her tits and shoved the other end of that dildo straight into her cunt, I was so helpless that I had no choice but watch while Sybil sat on my lap and forced me to fuck her in the ass.

After all of that, both Sybil and the other bitch released me and Stephanie from our bondage before she had whispered, "I will see you guys next year!"



See You In The Next World



Both of us were naked, me more so. Per my instruction, Maria was not to remove the diaphanous brassiere, a cherry red balconet purchased on a pink plastic card from Victoria's Secret, a gift sent her way by me. 

Standing still at the foot of the bed, knees slightly bent, swollen member at the ready, the soles of my feet savored the cool springy texture of royal blue carpet in this sumptuously appointed hotel suite in Emerald City.

Centered in the bed, aloft on knees and elbows, Maria faced me. Juicy boobs apprehended in filmy, racy red silhouettes. Maria's tight behind, proudly jutting out. On her back, quite low, a tattooed butterfly scribed in ruby, indigo, and jade ink. Directly above her shaved pubis a leaping dolphin figured in a dull sea green shade. Both tattoos on occasion doused by my sperm. This seed was melted pearls in glutinous strands, my essence; a savory potion, a creamy concoction distilled of lust and sodomy and dominance and solid humping of this hard bodied vixen named Maria. 

Our unions always involved ordering Maria to swallow my semen in one of her orifices, licking her lips and asking for more. I shot my viscous concentrate into her snappily grasping pussy, maybe her supple mouth, often the bung hole, pried open with my cock as I flayed her with the tangled cords of a leather whip. Such foreplay a means to an end, terminating in her spanking by my hand, smacks of a paddle or the sound breaking snap, crackle and pop of the cat o nine tails she so cherished. 

When darkness fell over the city, we would walk to the Grill House for dinner. Then a side trip to Haven of Jazz. Back to the hotel where a wide black leather collar studded with silver buttons, fake rhinestones rested in my bag and a pair of five inch black patent leather pumps sat on the floor in the closet. She will crawl about the floor at my beck and call, a silent voluptuous, voracious beast under my heel. Commanded to gently suck my gonads, reverently lick my prick and take in her mouth, pussy, the ass. Ordered to lick my anus, pleading for abasement; under my influence her status that of a depraved whore. Experiencing untold happiness, intense orgasms seldom realized doing my bidding.  

The suite Maria and I occupied high above downtown Emerald City looked down on the blue ribbon of the sound snaking its way to the Pacific Ocean. From our window we could see the leisurely passage of black and white ferries, waterfront warehouses, the stadiums, and the blue and gold monolith of the Emerald City Tower in all its majestic glory.

Watercolors on walls, wing back chairs upholstered in buttery black leather, tacked with brass buttons, oak armoire with silver curlicue handles, a polished Regency desk and drawn sapphire velvet drapes mutely witnessed our proclivities through that recent long weekend.

This pretty woman, gorgeous actually, blessed with a heavenly body, was and remains my lover. I met her on the Internet. People earn doctorates on the worldwide web, take college courses, order theater tickets, buy sex toys and play games. If I am lucky, I sometimes meet a woman, a potential sex partner and then an actual sexual collaborator. I am no shark cruising about searching for any prey to tangle with. I do have standards, but like a good many others I have availed myself of the Sexual Healing website run by the Tri-Time Corporation. For $19.95 a month as a registered gold member, I read spicy and steamy profiles, looked at photographs of all sorts of women and communicated with females sharing my fondness for certain sexual high jinks. 

What did we do before this web draped the world, wired everyone into the all-embracing grid? I do remember a time bumping into women in such places as sticky hot laundry mats, Muzak swathed grocery stores and crossing a verdant park's oriental bridge. Once, a woman whom I fucked after our two cars bumped into each other as we both turned left headed to a Safe-Way parking lot. I say bump, no damage was done and no fender bending occurred. 

Most fortuitously for me, not so for Charity, she had recently discovered her husband in an act of infidelity. The front of my ten year old Pontiac gently licked the bumper of her relatively new Nissan. Not one hour later I was licking Charity after cutting a slit in her panty hose with a serrated steak knife. I fucked her; she went down on me. This scorned, mad as hell, good looking woman, called her husband while squatting on my cock, told him what we were doing in their shared bed. I only fucked her one afternoon but oh what an afternoon with the shearing of her hatful panty hose, binding her to an antique dining room chair with a length of musty smelling rope from the two car garage, fucking her mouth. My semen shot into her blond hair, dried on a cheek. The crust of semen, the souring scent of spent sex hanging in the air, the rope Charity cheerfully asked me to loosen, a welcome home vista for hubby stepping into the house from the two car garage. All she needed to complete the tableau, a banner reading "Fuck You Roger." I did my duty and left. 

In less then 90 days, the first trimester of pregnancy, time to convert a civilian into what in the military is called a shaved tailed officer, one quarter of a year, Maria and I were now seasoned fuck buddies.

I saw her profile on the Sexual Healing site. Attached to her explicit profile was a crystal-clear close-up of her bust, a lovely big bust for one and all members to see. She wore a low-cut eye catching garment, part of a cocktail dress or something equally feminine and ferociously erotic. Our first gambit, coy, introductory emails opening dialogue between us sent from afar. Electronic mail dispatched with the flash of light. Each of us contended with hectic schedules so the write to read speed of these missives was significantly diminished regardless of how fast they came in. She transmitted pictures, hard by shots of her tits in black red and yellow bras, no facial images sent my way, her comfort factor not quite there yet. In text, me using 12 point Courier blue fonts, her emails, Times Roman in bubblegum pink ten point fonts.

Committed to the same fonts in Whiz Bang Messenger we chatted there, sent longer messages as emails. Both of us were adept painting vivid pictures in words. Maria told of her predilection for eye fetching garments showing off her alluring body, her adulation wearing come fuck me pumps, a marked fondness for spanking and struggling against knots, straps or similar instruments used in bondage. Asking her if she enjoyed sucking cock, her answer triggered a most impressive release of my semen as I sat in front of the Dell computer. 

Call me Nameless. I am an anonymous federal bureaucrat sucking the government's tit. I am but one worker bee amidst hundreds of thousands of other worker bees droning in government hives. We are taxpayers salaried by tax dollars. I work out of a cubicle in an office; wear a tie, a suit. My brown or black oxford shoes always gleam, my blond hair is shorn short, and my life is well ordered and tranquil. I enjoyed the small sweet things in life: listening to my tropical fish tank gurgle, drinking Starbuck's espresso roast from my favorite mug, reading the latest book written by Bill Bryson or Robert Caro or Dan Brown, listening to Wagner, Tchaikovsky or Hank Williams. I do not worry about what comes next. My lust to dominate Maria and several other like minded women remains a closely guarded secret as do several other passions. 

I wrote Maria, communicated my attraction to her, my enjoyment dominating submissive females, my affection for spanking and tying up acquiescent women.

To perceive Maria was quintessentially my kind of woman through and through took little to no time. This busty, voluptuous woman, glowing auburn hair dangling on her smooth shoulders, favoring come fuck me pumps and low-cut garments, I saw passion, an earthy erotic attitude, a promise of untold bliss and most captivating of all, a compliant enticing sexpot. A most important detail since I was the dominant member of this parley. Maria favored colorful low-cut brassieres and sexy figure hugging dresses showing lots of cleavage and slit to show off a burnished thigh. She is leggy, Betty Grable and Mary Hart leggy. She never wears panty hose or panties for that matter, favors sheer hose clipped to garter belts and owns a wide assortment of come fuck me pumps of every description.

Talking on the telephone followed emails and Whiz Bang messenger chatting. The telephone, a landline or sometimes we spoke on cell phones, our disembodied voices digitally processed and crystal clear. We conversed, we chattered; eventually we experienced the pleasures of aural sex.

Maria told me of growing up in Chicago; I was raised in the state to its right, a small town on the Indiana/Ohio border closer as the crow flies to Dayton, Ohio then Indianapolis. Her laughter, its warm, sexy and happy tones reached my ears as merry melodies. I told her of not quite fucking the daughter of an empty headed Nazi goon living in the Windy City. The daughter, a blond, whose old man no doubt imagined as the ultimate example of Aryan femininity, wore a tight red sweater emblazoned with a large black swastika and a short pleated white skirt when I first saw her at an American Nazi Party rally held in a Chicago park near Lake Michigan. The revolting symbol on her bodice might as well have been a chastity belt, a force field keeping me out. I could not make myself plug Inga anymore then I could fuck Fraulein Hitler nee Braun or Fra Goebbels. 

A horned dog at an early age; I still had some principals thank God.

"I spit in your direction Adolph, and all you pint-sized Adolph's, including you Mr. Mueller, or is it Herr Mueller." I said to Inga's father. Words I related years later to Maria on the telephone about 15 minutes before she made me come describing her talent giving head. 

I heard her laugh, liked it. Not belly laughter or timid squeaks, but full-bodied joviality comes through the telephone sweet as honey, summoning instant bonhomie.

Maria sounded lyrical, a troubadour singing tales of her teenage children: a 15 year old boy and a 13 year old girl.

I laughed hearing her describe the first time she ham handedly dipped a rubber on a man's cock. I told her of my days as a medic working in Fort Hood, Texas. One doc preferred to use condoms attached to rubber tubes—Texas catheters he called them-- instead of the standard Foley ones we always used, how he sent me to the Exchange to buy four boxes of Trojans, the raised eyebrows of the blue rinsed, white headed lady, the way she shook her head ringing the sale up.

Maria is allergic to sulfates; her favorite television show is House, she favors the number five. 

Salted in our banter were blue verbal nuggets, barnyard words, bed mate phrases and intimate thoughts, intensely graphic and blisteringly erotic to both of us. 

I told Maria of fucking a raven haired, big busted Sephardic Jewish woman in Spanish Landing, Florida. The woman waxed above her lips, spoke English and Yiddish with the greatest fluidity. Whenever she sat down on my cock or I got between her legs to slide my member in she always said, "Auf Widersehn in yenner velt"-"See you in the next world." That was so hot. 

Maria reported on her solo hiking trip in Maui, getting lost, stumbling to a cabin, spending an entire weekend fucking two locals, one beefy, bald headed man, the other lanky with a permanent quizzical look on his face, who at first thought Maria was creeping around their homestead in her capacity as an agent with the Drug Enforcement Administration. 

Maria had assembled clocks, toted around yellow sandwich boards advertising Ciano's Pizza. She worked for a landscape gardening place, was an expert on roses, she danced for a time in a garishly lit neon spot called Crystal's Den in Santa Monica where the dancers had to swab the stage at closing. Along with these jobs she married a good for nothing lout, divorced him and now made a great living as a legal secretary. Santa Monica Law starring Maria. 

Maria owned a cat, a brown mackerel tabby domestic longhair, named Rocky. I still refused to tell her how I played Lazarus one morning, brought my ex-wife's "apple-headed" Siamese back from the dead. 

I told her of my experience stapling hunting and fishing licenses eight hours a day, being replaced by a man whose IQ was lower then the nation's maximum highway speed. How I could not cut the mustard selling cleaning agents by the barrel for Crow Laboratories in Oklahoma City. I had chauffeured the president of Bon Tel Foods in Oklahoma City with élan, wore a chauffeur's full regalia driving the old, well dressed fart around town. I had delivered video games to disreputable places, served in the Army, traveled in Europe, worked on a variety of boats, married, divorced, had two grown children, a girl and boy and now I lived near the water in Emerald City. 

Our first meeting took place in Santa Monica, a diner covered in shiny corrugated tin and a band of glass windows, serving tasty coffee and delicious apple pie as its specialties. Maria wore a green silk dress showing cleavage, not a significant amount, but enough I knew I wanted to see more. Three inch darker green heels, a string of pearls around her slim neck and golden brown hair, curls tipped toward the corners of her mouth. She looked delicious, sexy; I could have fucked her on the table, flinging apple pies and cups of coffee aside to make room for our coupling.

At this first get together, I noticed her stalking cat movement, the rolling gait of a woman proud of her body. How fluid her hips moved, the dignity she displayed. Her poise was extraordinary. She crossed the diner's parquet floor akin to Audrey Hepburn, playing the princess in the black and white classic Roman Holiday. 

At a down in the mouth motel, we first fucked after quickly choking down vast wedges of apple pie and gulping coffee from heavy mugs. Hard by the beach in a fusty smelling room, we fucked again and again. I clasped Maria's head as she gave me head. Her hair felt soft as a tiny pet animal's fur pelt. My semen strewn on her cheeks and dribbling down her neck. Her cool flesh arrayed against my hot skin. Claret colored nipples, resilient and rigid crowns, felt like fingers filling my mouth. A slim ankle pitched in shadow, firm calves, hard thighs squeezing me, head chucked back, neck upturned, anxious to be bitten, to be sucked. Her flesh tasted of salt as we fucked front to front, humped doggy fashion; the bed not used this time. I did bend Maria over the squeaky king sized bed, smeared a large dollop of K-Y jelly over my cock, squirted a liberal amount on the furrowed port hole in her ass. I fucked her there; a convicted outlaw humping his bitch. As my cock pounded into Maria, my hands shifted between spanking her butt and squeezing her nipples. I talked about double penetrations, gratifying her with cylindrical shaped produce, plugging her bung hole with plastic artifacts and rubber implements.

Our first meeting in a shabby motel room with an hourly rate, rust around the bathtub drain and the bed fitted with sheets and a spread I wondered about so we fucked on the floor instead. Our second meeting more upscale in a quaint San Francisco hotel with not more then ten tastefully decorated rooms, a big gleaming tub, wine tasting every night and fresh warm croissants and preserves every morning. Our third meeting was at a rustic cabin with all the amenities. Located in a piney valley near a trout filled stream, the clear water bubbled over craggy rocks, sparkled in the sun as though sprinkled with precious stones. Now, two months later, we frolicked in a high rise hotel in downtown Emerald City. 

Maria and I checked in as Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Pubelick, the front desk clerk not batting an eye. We rode the silently mounting elevator to the 21st floor, entered the suite with a key card. Before we got down to business, I gave Maria a white rose and kissed her on the lips. If Maria said "rose" I stopped whatever I was doing. Another gift: a white teddy bear no bigger then a pug puppy. 

I ordered her to strip, to leave on the bra though. I undressed completely.

I knew Maria's torrid body cold, a cowboy at home on her range. From the crown of golden-brown hair to the farthest reach of toes, she was mine during these singular erotic moments. I owned her huge breasts; I was master, the control freak with rights to fuck her as I saw fit, do what I may. She gave permission, I took control. Both of us in consultation defined our limits. 

In this high rise hotel room, Maria's plaintive doe-like eyes beseeched me. She licked her already moist lips. Her mouth was less then an inch from my cock. A smile broke out on her face, not a tentative bashful look but a brazen grin. The moist possibilities of her mouth tempted me. I drew back; teased her and unfortunately myself. Tawny to golden brown hair lay across her shoulders. Under illumination cast by several gold shaded lamps, her wavy honey mane reflected the light in undulating shimmering bands. 

Braced on knees and elbows, Maria's tits outcropped from her bra, the plain of abs were painted in tendrils of shadow. Her shaved slash, its silhouette, a smudged line between her legs, I had fucked multitudinous times in fantasy and fact.

Padding about the bed on bare feet, I soaked up Maria's creamy, ripe body from various angles. She loves sprawling on the beach near her home in a tiny bright yellow bikini; slick, shiny with suntan oil, delighted by the ocean's commotion kissing her near naked, voluptuous body. She gets such a charge from males leering at her frolicking under a hot California sun amidst the noisy rumble of incoming surf. She had me leering at her too. Yearning so to dip my dick into her, I swear solemnly to one and all, my body at that moment crackled and popped like plastic bubble wrap or ancient paper Mache.

I pretended to be fully in control, she exulted from sharing in the pretense.

"Don't move."

I fiddled with her twat, not seeing my target directly. Piercing into her warm, wet recess, a modicum of sensations attributed to squirts of electrical juice, bare hands holding red hot coals and drowning simultaneously. One fifth of my fingers moved in and out of Maria rhythmically, the other four fifths of my hand rested against her cool to the touch left flank. She lowered her bottom, captured more of me, rolled and shook her hips gulping me in. 

"I love that," Maria said.

"I know you do."

Removing my finger, licking it; I tasted her musky wetness, female essence in purest distillate. Back at the bed's foot, bending at my waist, reaching over her, one of my left hand's fingers drew spirals and swirls about her downy skinned butt crescents. Then I availed myself of something special. I buried my left index finger up to its second joint in the cleavage bisecting her derriere. At a glacially slow pace, my finger followed the track of crack. A surplus of pressure caused too much pain and too little pleasure. Hence, the lightest touch traveling through the trough.

All the time my finger slid along, Maria remained still as stone inlaid in mortar, vision glazed like glass eyeballs in a ventriloquist's dummy. All the time she muttered successively louder moans.

Finger fucking commenced. The other hand, I formed into a shallow pocket, smacked her ass soundly, a popping resonance sounds off connecting with her flesh.

My cock now anchored in Maria's mouth. She sucked, I continued spanking, and I finger fucked. The two of us quite busy, me noisier spanking her ass, her suctioning was remarkably silent.

Maria's mouth descended on my shaft, drawing back, I wonder how many penises, petite sized ones, and terrifically endowed cocks she has sucked gaining such proficiency. The thought thrilled me. Submissive to my dominance, she is also as much an exhibitionist as I am a voyeur. 




See You In The Next World



Her shiny exposure of bust enlivened Maria's cock sucking. Hell's bells, the sight supercharges her giving head. Moisture, heat, pressure, her mouth did it all. 

Removing the feeble red covering of bra from her left breast, I squeezed, pinched and pulled the nipple. I read in her bloated nips unbridled sexuality. These little puppies, stiff and swollen, displayed her manifest exhilaration acquiescing to my dominion.

She sucked more; I leaned forward, dipped my head, strained, and drew her cocoa butter flavored nipple into my mouth, pinched the bud between my front incisors.

Maria's mouth gripped my cock, she cried out deep in her throat.

Biting the nipple, my left hand, spanked her, a stinging sound.

Maria sucked more vigorously; the spanking turned her heat up.

"Suck harder; I desire to come in your mouth."

I stopped and stretched; the bending made my back ache, a reminder of my old war wound. I stood, flexed my loins toward Maria's mouth, continued spanking her. My cock's helmet strove to touch the back of her throat.

Maria was made muse sucking cock. Rhyming words, an ode to oral sex flared, fixed in my brain: "my cock, her mouth its dock, my prick, Maria licked by and by."

Abysmal verse, yes. It was poor poetry. Let one of these great poem smiths, a legendary bard in his time attempt something more substantial, jot down lyrics commensurate to Shakespeare, Keats, Frost or Whitman while contending with the pleasures of Maria's mouth. I felt such unrivaled joy buried in her mouth, the words of this slight poem sounded majestic as I got head. Anyway, the full measure of pleasure driven into me compliments of Maria can not be scribbled down in prose or written in verse. No way. 

Licked, sucked by Maria what more from pleasure may I expect? Only in fucking her other receptive orifices, the same sublime ecstasy.

Maria, high off the bed, sucked; standing, I yanked her hair, scratched at her back, and spanked her butt. 

Then I fulsomely came in her mouth.

"Bitch, swallow my come."

Maria did and she does to this day. Every bit of my sperm went down her gullet in one sustained swallow.

Quickly, in a delightfully fluid motion, Maria sprawled on her butterfly tattooed back with her left leg forming an inverted v.

While Maria watched me, her fingers labored between her legs, I removed four laundry cords from my traveling bag.

"Spread out baby, you know the drill."

Maria extended her arms toward the top two bed posts; spread her legs wide, aimed them at the bed's bottom machine carved stanchions. 

Growing up in Olaf, Minnesota, a Boy Scout in Troop 116, wearing a starched green shirt covered in a rainbow of merit badges, matching shorts and green knee socks, I learned about cooking, camping, electricity, first aid, stamp collecting and wood carving and knot tying. I learned all sorts of knots. A figure of eight knot, overhand knots, bowlines, sheepshanks, clove hitches, halyard knots and square knots naturally.

Employed for a time on an Alaskan tuna boat and a brief sojourn as a deckhand on a Caspian Sea ferry, I learned more about knots, using much bigger lines. I also became an expert rust remover and a world class sea going painter. Maria knew of these vocations and my skill tying knots. 

My expert knot tying was not critical to my avocation as a dominant. However, I took pride in my ability to secure a woman, a Maria with a nicely turned knot anytime anywhere.

First, I tied Maria's left arm to the bedpost. I decided to use simple square knots this time around. She has a three inch cicatrix near her left elbow. I often wonder about that scar, but I have never asked. I wrapped the cord around her right wrist; secured her to the right bed post. The third cord on Maria's right ankle not too tight and then tied to the post. Finally, I secured her left ankle in the same manner.

Deciding against gagging her, I covered her green eyes with a sleep mask, blue on the outside, black inside, held on head by a strap of Velcro. 

If I am suddenly incapacitated; Maria is what the Brits call a sticky wicket. Oh, the power I have at that moment. 

Oh, such dastardly things I could do to and with Maria. Endless possibilities are available to me. I could witness a procession of men fucking Maria, each one patiently waiting his turn. I may position in one or all her holes simultaneously anything making one or both of us ecstatic. With her anchored in such a manner, I use pins, clamps, any device exclusively designed for dominance. Maria loves spanking, whips, paddles, anything useful for imparting stings. 

To touch Maria now, I risk a frivolous ejaculation. To prevent this, I sat down in one of the black wing chairs. The cold leather felt bracing against my back and balls, my cock temporarily shriveled.

Leaning back, I stroked my cock. Maria was breathtaking. Bound, vision fettered by the sleep mask, breasts towering, long shapely legs pinned down, her delta shining with wetness, her wrists and legs stretching against her knotted cords. Now, I wish I had ordered her to keep the high heel slides on her feet.

"Maria, you bad, naughty girl, I need to make you see the error of your ways."

Standing, my back and butt chilled from the cool chair, to my bag of tricks sitting on the dresser, I removed two items until recently kept in my disaster kit at home. Then I removed such accoutrement as I might need.

Maria, silent, tensed up, nipples puffed-out, head up, swiveling around, tuning her ears, struggling to decipher sounds.

She was waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak while I got down to work.

The two items formerly found in my disaster bag: a yellow waterproof matchbook, holding its full complement in several packed rows and a fat white candle.

Towering over Maria, cock overhanging her head, I removed one match, struck it against the match book cover and lit the candle's wick. Candle wax soon fell in globs on Maria's boobs, flat stomach and above her snatch. Bubbling, hot, quickly congealing. Generous portions of heated wax plopped down on Maria's warm flesh, her lips and nostrils quivered. She enjoyed the sensations in this falling rain of candle flesh, loved it. I bombed her breasts, Maria groaned. In front of her face, close to her lips, the stuff plummeted down. I doused the candle flame with two of my moistened fingers but before doing so, I tossed my head back, held the candle up, dropped wax on my chest, the top of my cock and inserted the candle's length into Maria womb. Sent it in deep, retracted it, moved it back in and then back out. Maria's body bucked, her head snapped back toward the woodworked headboard. Her arms strained against the cords. My left hand stroked my cock.

"Oh fuck," she said. "Fuck" said three more times. 

"I learned this trick on a busty Italian lady living in Baku."

"I love it. Master, make me come with the candle."

For another ten minutes or so I continued to fuck Maria with the candle. Rubbing against her clit it slid in and out, sometimes almost disappearing.

"I am coming."

Maria raised her hips, her arms and legs stretching the cords tightly and she came. I did too. 

The next was hardware: brass nipple clips connected by chromium chain, one pinned to each bud. I had removed the candle, inserted a clear acrylic dildo between her legs. Sliding in half an inch, stopping, sliding in another half inch and stopping until the clear cock shaped cylinder is fully buried in Maria's sodden cunt.

"That hurts so good," Maria said.

I squatted over Maria's head, her arms and legs remained bound by cords. My knees pressed down on the wrinkled sheets. Furiously, I stroked my cock.

"Slut, bend back your head and open your mouth."

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes, master."

Sperm shot from my cock into Maria's mouth.

Maria swallowed.

"That is a good girl," I said.

A bullet whizzing by one's whiskers, stepping into air, falling, wondering if this bungee cord really works, seeing one's baby that first time, these thrills impossible to fully value until the thrill smacks into you. I registered the same concentration of adventure, pure emotion and appreciation of life lived on the edge. 

Such exhilaration bounded through me looking at Maria's binds banded by me. Yes, a power trip. My mania hankered to on Maria's delicious body. In executing my dominance, her submission kicked into me jolts of ecstasy a junkie had to use a damned needle for. 

The sixty nine position next we did, my cock deep in Maria's mouth, my mouth between her legs, tongue flicking her clit. Maria's mouth full of my member sucked with fervor. My sperm creeps closer and closer to its jumping off place, leaping into Maria's mouth.

I licked her thighs; Maria removed her mouth from round my shaft and sucked at my balls.

This fine, firm bed, a place where a celebrity had fucked before no doubt, did not sway or squeak as I did to Maria what she did to me.

I extended both my arms, touched the cords binding Maria's ankles and stroked their bony knobs. My hands moved to the front of her bare feet and played with her toes. At that moment plastered on Maria's body I wished for more arms, more cocks.

"Imagine if the maid walked in now Maria."

Maria liked that image, the idea of someone seeing us this way.

Maria retained my cock in her mouth once more after thrilling me no end licking and sucking my testicles. My shaft dipped down once more and I shot a flood of semen between the cinctures of her lips.

"Hot damn," I muttered between her legs.

Keeping my cock in place, I redoubled my efforts going done on Maria. My tongue focused on her clit. Her body shook as I ministered to her with a muscle starting to ache somewhat. I slowed down and sped up, painted the sides of her clit, imagined spelling her name across its face. M-A-R-I-A. M-A-R-I-A. M-A-R-. As I scribbled the letter "I" she came.

I removed the cords then we made love.

We showered together, dressed and it was nearly time for a short stroll to the Grill House.