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The BMW

By: Mr Robert



Rob and Lisa were enjoying a meal at their favourite restaurant.

They were celebrating their third wedding anniversary and Rob suggested they should drink a toast to the continued success of their marriage.

Lisa promptly raised her glass and clinked it against Rob's glass and said, "Here's to the rest of our life together, may it always be as good as it has been over these past three years."

Rob leaned forward looking deep in to Lisa's eyes and whispered, "It will be even better, especially if you take a lover as I have begged you to for a long time now."

Lisa pulled a face and said, "One of these days I may surprise you and take you up on your offer."

"I really wish you would darling, it would make me so happy, I know that you would not regret it."

Sitting back in his chair he gazed at his lovely wife, sitting opposite him looking absolutely gorgeous, her long red hair framing her very pretty face.

He let his eyes wander all over her stunning body, marvelling at her sensuous beauty.

How lucky he was to have her as his wife.

He thought back to the first time he had made such a suggestion and the anger that it had evoked in Lisa.

He had tried to explain to her that his three inch penis was much smaller than average and that he wanted her to be able to enjoy sex with another man or men without feeling as if she was cheating on him.

She was very annoyed that first time and told him that she didn't need a bigger penis and that she was perfectly satisfied with the status quo.

However over the last three months Rob had sensed a softening in Lisa's response when he brought up the subject. She no longer refused to discuss the probability that she would eventually give in and do what her doting husband had been begging her to do for almost a year now.

In fact he was beginning to think that maybe she already had someone in mind.

He was ten years older than Lisa and because of his small penis he also was a virgin when they married.

He was very proud of his beautiful wife and as an adoring husband he wanted her to have the best of everything.

That is why they had visited the BMW dealership earlier that day to take a look at the new model which had just been launched.

Maurice, the salesman was extremely handsome and Rob had noticed how he quite openly flirted with Lisa who certainly seemed to enjoy the attention.

Perhaps he might be the one to take her fancy.

Leaning forward again he whispered.

"Are you trying to tell me that I should expect to be surprised soon?"

Lisa stared into his eyes and leaning forward she kissed him gently on the lips.

"Let's just say that you are very persuasive and I do want to make you happy."

Rob was so surprised that he couldn't speak properly but he managed to mumble hoarsely 

"Does that mean you have someone in mind?"

Raising her eyebrows questioningly, she whispered, "Would that please you darling, do you want to know if I have a little secret?"

Standing up, Rob called the waiter and paid the bill, then taking Lisa by the hand he almost dragged her out of the restaurant saying "Let's get home now, I can't wait to hear your little secret."

Later as they lay in bed Rob asked Lisa if she fancied the car salesman Maurice and she giggled as she shyly nodded her head before saying, "He is very good looking and I think he would have made a pass if you hadn't been there."

This admission thrilled Rob and taking Lisa into his arms he said lovingly "Thank you darling, I love you with all my heart. I think that we should maybe have another look at the new BMW model soon." 

Perhaps they had finally found someone Lisa fancied.

The following day Rob had to be at the local Rotary Club luncheon as he was being considered as a future member. He was being proposed by his friend George Brown who was the local Chartered Surveyor and long time member of the club.

In the morning, as he left for his office he kissed Lisa on the cheek before saying "When I get back this evening we will talk about how we should develop your exciting little secret, bye, bye beautiful."

Around ten o'clock Lisa was just about to make herself a coffee when the front doorbell chimed.

She wondered who would be visiting her at this time of the morning. 

When she opened the door she was astonished to see none other than the handsome Maurice. 

He handed her a bouquet of flowers as he said, "Please forgive me Mrs Kay I hope you don't think I am out of order but I thought you might enjoy a spin in the new model which is waiting for you right now." 

With that he turned with a flourish and pointed to the gleaming saloon car parked at the kerb.

There was silence for a few seconds before Lisa, her heart thumping, said "Give me five minutes."

Closing the door she almost ran to her bedroom as she tried to think what she would wear for her date!!!

Ten minutes later she emerged from the house looking radiant in a short summer dress, all ready for her spin in the new BMW with the dashingly handsome Maurice.

As he held the car door open for her he caught a glimpse of nylon stocking top as she settled herself into the passenger seat.

He knew that she had deliberately allowed him to catch a glimpse and he took it that this was her way of letting him know that she knew what it was that he really wanted.

Driving out towards the countryside he turned to Lisa and said "I think we should try and find a secluded spot where we can get to know each other a little better."

The Rotary luncheon was preceded by general chat between members and guests in the hotel bar.

Rob was telling a small group of men that he had been to see the new BMW when one of the men interrupted him asking him who he had dealt with at the showroom.

Rob informed him that they had been very well attended to by a salesman called Maurice.

A few of the men started laughing as one of them said "Well I hope you kept a good hold on your wife, Maurice has a reputation for seducing his customer's wives."

Another man said "Yes he is pretty well known for being a ladies man. In fact I heard he keeps a book in his desk full of pictures of women that he has seduced and he refers to it as his Very Satisfied Customers book!!!"

George Brown, Rob's sponsor, said "I am sure Rob here gets the message and I bet he doesn't let the bold Maurice anywhere near his wife after hearing all that and especially since Lisa his wife is a very, very attractive woman."

Everyone was laughing as they made their way through to the dining room.

The BMW Ch. 02



On his way home from the office, Rob wondered how he was going to tell Lisa that it wouldn't be a good idea to give the BMW salesman the come on.

He didn't want to hurt her feelings but he also did not want her to get involved with Maurice, not after what he had been told about him.

He decided that he would just say that she should consider someone else to be her first lover as Maurice did not have a very good reputation.

When he got home he could hear his pretty wife singing merrily as she prepared his evening meal.

As soon as he entered the kitchen she ran to him and kissed him passionately.

Before he could say anything she blurted out, "Darling, you'll never guess who I met today. Maurice came by with a bouquet of flowers and asked if he could take me for a demonstration run in the new car. 

I felt sure that this was just what you would have wanted so I said I would love to let him demonstrate all the innovations of the new car.

He drove us out to the countryside and he found a lovely secluded spot where we couldn't be seen from the road. 

He leant over and kissed me very tenderly before telling me how much he wanted to make mad passionate love to me!!!"

"I just knew how pleased you would be, knowing that I was going to make you so happy so I kissed him back and told him that I found him very attractive and sexy. 

Well, that set him off, he started sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh and he said he was delighted that I was wearing stockings, he said I was a sexy little piece and he was going to shag me stupid."

With a sinking feeling Rob listened to her excited chatter before asking her how far they had gone, had he shagged her?

"No of course not." She said laughingly "I told him I wasn't that sort of girl, I wouldn't let things get out of hand on a first date."

"Thank god, look darling I don't think it would be a good idea for you to take this any further at least not with him."

"But, why not? I really like him and you said I could have any one I liked, any way, you're too late, I've arranged to meet him tonight."

"What!!! what do you mean, you're meeting him tonight."

"Just that, we have a date, just like you wanted, I am meeting him tonight at the workshop behind the car showroom. 

He says it is very safe and secure and that there is no way we will be disturbed by anyone. 

Oh darling, please don't spoil this for me, I am so excited and I will tell you all about it when I get back."

Robs throat was dry and he struggled to get his words out "When are you meeting him."

"Now, I said I would be there around seven o'clock so I will have to leave here in about five minutes."

It was then that Rob realised that Lisa was wearing that sexy silky dress he had bought for her just last week. 

He was also aware of her heady perfume filling his nostrils as he lovingly took her in his arms saying "Okay, okay, darling, you win, I just want you to have a wonderful time, I want it to be a night to remember, for both of us."

His throbbing little hard on convinced him that this was the excitement that he craved.

"Thank you, oh thank you, my lovely husband, I promise to try and enjoy this and so make you happy and proud of me. Remember, I'm doing this for both of us."

With that she climbed the stairs to their bedroom and when she came back down she was wearing her black raincoat which covered her sexy garb completely.

She was wearing her high heels and she seemed to totter as she came over to where Rob was sitting at the table.

Pulling open the front of her coat Lisa bent over him so that he could lay his face on to her bosom. As he breathed in her beautiful scent he noticed that she had no bra on and he could feel her erect nipples through the soft silk of her dress. 

"I'll have to go now darling please don't worry about me, I promise to try and enjoy this for both of us. Oh god, I wonder if he'll have a big penis, I mean bigger than yours, I feel almost sick with excitement.

Be waiting in bed for me to come home, I want this to be a very special night for you, a night for both of us to remember.

Bye darling."

And with that she almost ran out the front door, got into her car and was gone.

Rob sat there at the table, his meal uneaten in front of him. He sat there paralysed, he couldn't move, his hands were shaking and his thumping heart felt as if it was about to burst.

What had he done, he shouldn't have let it go this far, after all, she always said she wouldn't do it.

But now when it really was going to happen he began to have doubts as to whether it was a good idea in the first place.

Pushing aside his dinner plate he got up and tried to put it out of his mind, but he couldn't.

He paced the room back and forth until he had to sit back down, exhausted.

He kept looking at the clock wondering what they would be doing at that exact moment.

His thoughts tortured him. He cleared up and washed the dishes and finally tried to watch a tennis match on the television.

Around ten pm he started pacing the floor again, looking out of the front window hoping to see her car coming up the street.

At eleven o'clock he saw her headlights and suddenly remembered that she had asked him to be in bed when she got home.

Rushing up stairs he quickly got undressed and climbed naked in to bed. 

He heard the front door being closed and moments later she was standing in the bedroom doorway looking at him in a strange sort of way.

"What's wrong darling." He said.

"Nothing's wrong sweetheart, everything is so right."

She then walked over to the side of the bed and said "Our lives changed tonight, I never would have thought that I could do all the things that I have done tonight. 

I feel terribly guilty for having enjoyed it so much. But I also feel so happy that my wonderful husband persuaded me to do it, thank you darling.

Sweetheart, I have just been shagged stupid by the most handsome and arrogant man. Move over and I will tell you all about it."

Lisa's heart was pounding as she drove in to the BMW car park behind the plush showroom.

Maurice had told her to park next to a white door marked Workshop Office and wait till he came for her.

As she turned off the engine he emerged from the office and opened the car door for her.

Hurriedly he ushered her in to the darkness of the unlit room.

Closing and locking the door he took Lisa into his arms and kissing her passionately he ran his hands all over her beautiful body.

Helping her out of her coat he said "I can't believe that you are actually here Mrs Kay, you are so beautiful, but believe me, I will try to make this a memorable night for both of us."

His cock was aching and throbbing as he pressed in to her so that she could feel it against her soft belly.

He was pleased to hear her moan with pleasure and he knew at that moment he had secured the deal on the car.

"Let's go and get comfortable in your new car."

"We don't have a new car, yet" she retorted.

"Listen beautiful, you and your husband have fallen in love with this car, it was made in heaven just for you, and anyway, how else are we going to be able to meet if you don't buy the car."

"It will be up to my husband whether we buy the car or not."

"Bollocks, if I'm not mistaken you're husband will do whatever you want and all I am saying is I would be more than disappointed if you let me down on this."

Giggling, she said "Is that a threat?"

"Of course not, but I am beginning to think that you are teasing me, you are, aren't you?"

Pressing herself against his rigid weapon she looked straight in to his eyes and said, "If tonight is half as good as you promised me it would be, we will definitely buy the car."

His lips curled into a self satisfied smile as he squeezed her luscious tits in triumph.

Oh how he could manipulate women, he thought to himself, they were all like putty in his hands.

Taking her by the hand he opened a door at the back of the room which led to the garage workshop.

Even in the darkness Lisa could see that the place was full of cars.

Maurice guided her through a veritable maze of vehicles till he reached the demonstrator they had been in earlier that day.

Opening the door to the back seat he motioned for her to get in and as she was doing so he gently pushed her on to her back along the length of the bench seat.

Lying there she was aware that the interior of the car was quite light due to a security lamp on an adjacent wall of the garage.

She was also able to see Maurice quickly remove his trousers, fold them neatly and lay them over the back of the front passenger seat, all in a flash.

"Afraid they'll get wrinkled are you?" she said.

Smiling broadly, he got in, kneeling on the floor next to her.

Lisa then realised that the car had been carefully prepared beforehand. 

Maurice had pushed the front seats fully forward to give more room for him to seduce his new conquest.

He replied that there was no sense in ruining a good pair of slacks just for a few seconds care.

"Anyway, I promised to shag you stupid and that is what I am about to do."

He kissed her briefly before he started to remove her dress, groping her subtlety in the process. 

She helped him to get her dress completely off and was astounded when he repeated what he had done before, he carefully folded her dress and laid it on top of his trousers.

Very meticulous she thought to herself.

She lay there naked from the waist up and down below all she was wearing was a suspender belt, nylon stockings and a pair of black silk knickers and of course her high heels.

She looked gorgeous and Maurice confirmed this when he said, "You are the most beautiful and sensuous woman I have ever met. I feel like a starving man who has just been served up with a gourmet meal, I don't know where to start."

Leaning forward he began to lick her tits flicking her nipples with his tongue while his right hand slid on to her pussy, his middle finger rubbing into the moist gusset of her silky knickers.

Somehow he managed to take her by the wrist and pull her hand on to his rigid cock.

When she felt it she gasped audibly exclaiming, "Good god, what is that?"

Chuckling, Maurice whispered, "That my dear is about to become the most important thing in the world to you. Feel it, run your hand up and down it's length, squeeze my balls, they're full of spunk just waiting to flood your cunt."

Lisa warily did what she had been told to do then whispering in a slightly frightened voice, she said, "I hope you will be gentle with me, I... I...I've never done this before, I've only ever been with my husband."

"You're joking, you mean you have never felt another mans cock before, this is the first time?"

"Yes."

"Well, well, well, lucky me."

By now, Maurice had managed to slide his hand down the front of Lisa's knickers and had inserted his middle finger into her slippery tight pussy.

"Lisa, I will be as gentle with you as I possibly can, but I can feel that you are extremely tight and it might take us a little while to get you sufficiently relaxed.

I take it that your husband is not very well endowed?"

"No." Lisa whispered. "Please, just don't hurt me."

Maurice proceeded to remove Lisa's sexy silk knickers and after sniffing them, placed them neatly on top of her dress.

Then he took her by the legs and swung them over his shoulders allowing him to quickly bury his face in her beautiful pussy.

She was shocked and exclaimed "What are you doing?"

"Sweetheart, I am about to take you to paradise, just lie back and enjoy what I am about to do to you."

He started to lick her hot little slit, probing with his tongue and flicking her clit making her moan and whimper like a contented little kitten.

He continued licking and sucking for quite a long time, by the end of which Lisa was lying back, moaning and whimpering in a most erotic and contented position.

He eventually said to her "I assume your husband has never done this for you, so I think when you eventually get home tonight, you should make him aware that this is what you want from him in future."

Keeping her legs over his shoulders he eased himself upwards so that his big thick cock nuzzled the juicy entrance to her pussy.

Taking it in his hand he slid it back and forth slowly pushing it into the tight mouth of her aching cunt.

Lisa moaned in anticipation then groaned audibly as she felt the big cockhead suddenly filling the entrance to her vagina. 

Never had she felt so full and this was only the head of his cock which was wedged into her.

Maurice lowered his head and kissed her full on the lips, immediately she could taste her own juices and this heightened her state of excitement.

Slowly he began to ease his cock further into her now steaming cunt but she was so tight he could not get more than half his length into her.

He was beginning to think that he would be unable to satisfy her properly when she suddenly began to respond, pushing her hips up at every thrust he made, then all of a sudden she started to stiffen then shake almost uncontrollably as she started to have the first orgasm of her life.

Never had she experienced anything like it, she imagined she was exploding before climaxing in a mind blowing storm.

As she came and came, Maurice had to try not to let himself go over the edge, he tried to think of something else to ease the need to ejaculate, then he realised that she was a squirter as she flooded him and the car seat covers with her hot pussy juice.

"Oh, oh dear, I'm so sorry, I don't know how that happened, please forgive me."

"Forgive you, don't you know you just had a huge orgasm and I was the man who did it for you? I'm as proud as punch, I just hope you don't think it will always be as good as that."

After a long time of just relaxing in the same position it dawned on Lisa that Maurice's cock was still inside her, stiff and throbbing, how could that possibly be, Robs little cock would have shrunk and slipped out as soon as he had come, which was always within five to ten minutes from the start.

Maurice had been attentive for almost two hours now.

"How do you manage to stay hard for so long, did I not do enough to make you come?"

"Honey I have never been so close to cumming in my life. I want this to last a lot longer, and yes, I will come, at least twice before we're finished."

Easing himself from between her legs he gently laid her legs along the back seat and on his knees he moved towards Lisa's head presenting his throbbing erection right in front of her face.

"It's your turn now. I am assuming that you have never sucked cock before?"

"No, of course not and I don't think I could do that."

"Oh yes you can, and oh yes you will. Just do as you are told and let me take you on a magical mystery tour of extreme sexual pleasure. 

Now I want you to give it a kiss, go on, it won't bite you."

Pushing his hips forward he took his cock in one hand and the back of Lisa's head in the other and pulled her close so that his steaming cock pressed against her lips.

He rubbed it between her lips for a few seconds before he felt her jaws relax and as his throbbing cock slid into her mouth, he could not resist a smile of triumph spreading across his handsome face.

For the next twenty minutes or so he encouraged her to lick, suck and kiss his proud erection, complimenting her often on her prowess. 

She was indeed a willing pupil and a very good learner.

Maurice knew what he wanted to do, this beautiful but naive woman must be properly enrolled as a fully paid up member of the Maurice Harem and that is what she became as he suddenly and without warning had a mind blowing orgasm and flooded her mouth with a torrent of hot spunk.

Unable to free herself from his vice like grip, she had no option but to swallow all of his copious emission.

Eventually Maurice loosened his hold on her head and withdrew his now flaccid penis.

As he did so, spunk dribbled out of the corners of her ruby red lipstick smudged mouth.

"That was not fair." She managed to blurt out. "I nearly choked."

"Next time I won't force you to swallow, you will do it willingly and you will soon enjoy it and look forward to the taste of hot spunk coating your tongue."

He fumbled about searching the centre console and produced a half bottle of Cognac. Unscrewing the top he offered Lisa the bottle.

Emboldened, she took it from him and knocked back a fair measure which immediately caused a burning sensation in her throat.

"Wow, that's pretty strong stuff."

Laughing, Maurice took the bottle from her and copied her.

"Phew!! You are so right, I usually sip brandy but I thought I would knock it back just like you."

Leaning forward he took her back into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

"Now for the final stage, I don't think I will be able to shag you stupid tonight as I wasn't aware of your near virginity when I made that promise, however I do promise that I will fuck you stupid on our next date."

Pulling her legs apart he straddled her head and said, "This is called 69, you suck my cock while I suck your sweet pussy"

And that is what they did for quite a long time.

Lisa's jaws were aching and she was beginning to feel very tired when Maurice climbed off her and reassumed the position he was in when he shagged her for the first time.

With her legs up over his shoulders he teased her hot cunt by rubbing his rampant cock back and forth causing her to become very wet and when he finally eased his cock into her she agonisingly cried out, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh, fuck me Maurice, please fuck me, I love it, I love your big beautiful cock."

Maurice needed no further encouragement and drove his throbbing cock as deep as he could. She was almost screaming for him to fuck her, "Harder, harder I want to have another orgasm."

Time flew by as Maurice, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, increased his speed.

He was hammering her as hard as he could when he recognised what had happened earlier, she began to stiffen then shaking uncontrollably, she gave in to the sensational feelings in her hot cunt. Her legs straightened out vertically and she braced her feet against the ceiling of the car as she let out a howl of pure lust. Maurice continued to piston in and out and this time he wasn't going to hold back. As he felt her squirt her cum, he let go an enormous ejaculation and joined her in a noisy chorus of oohs and aahs, eventually they both began to come down from the incredible high they had just experienced.

Lying exhausted in each others arms they relished the moment. 

It was then that Lisa, looking upwards, saw the imprints of the soles of her high heels clearly visible on the light coloured ceiling cloth where she had braced herself as she shuddered to her orgasm.

She didn't mention it to Maurice.

Looking at her watch she got a shock to see it was ten thirty. 

"I'll have to go, look at the time, Rob will wonder where I've got to."

Dressing as quickly as they could, they were soon standing next to Lisa's car.

Taking her face in his hands Maurice kissed her and said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. 

See you tomorrow then. 

I'll have the documents all ready for signing when you and your lucky, lucky husband come in to settle the deal."

Pulling a face as she drove out of the car park, she waved and blew a kiss to her lover.

As she drove in to their driveway she was sure she could see her husband disappearing upstairs to await her.

How would she be able to tell him all that had happened tonight? 

How would he take it?

Did he really mean he wanted her to have the sort of pleasure she had enjoyed tonight?

She was about to find out.



The BMW Ch. 03



Standing beside the bed, Lisa slowly removed her dress and then with a wry smile she neatly folded it and laid it on the bedside chair.

Sitting on the bed and watching intently, Rob, whispered. "Come here and let me kiss you, I have been almost beside myself with worry that I may have made you do something you didn't want to. I want to hear everything he did to you and how much you enjoyed it. May I undress you darling?"

Lisa was aware that somehow she was now in charge and she liked this feeling of power, this new feeling of being in complete control. From now on she would call the shots where sex was concerned.

She stood staring at her husband watching his face as he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous body, her sexy, just been fucked body, that he now wished to enjoy.

"Apart from my panties this is how Maurice kept me during the whole evening. He insisted that I kept my undies on so that they would be drenched in perspiration and our mingled sexual juices. He said that you would eventually love to sniff my underwear knowing that I had just been fucked in them and they would always remind you of my first real fucking. He said I must make you wear my soiled knickers while I tell you of our night of passionate sex. He also said that I must make you wear them when he and I have our next date.

Why don't you kneel before me and beg me to let you take my panties off so that you can wear them and feel part of tonight's fun."

Without a moments pause, Rob jumped out of bed and knelt obediently at her feet as commanded.

Kneeling there he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her closer so that his face was buried into her crotch. After inhaling her perfumed womanhood he let his hands slide up the back of her nylon stockings past the tantalising bare flesh at the top until he gently clasped her quivering buttocks. Stroking them, he hooked his fingers over the waistband of her silky knickers and slowly pulled them down to her feet till she was able to step out of them. Before he could do anything she said, "Give them to me." Obediently, he did as she ordered. Taking them from him she proceeded to waft them back and forth below his nostrils so that he must breathe in the distinctive odour of spunk and pussy juice.

"You like that, don't you Robbie? You will always like the way I smell after sex. In future this will be the way you will welcome me back every time I return from a date. Now put them on, now!"

Rob did as he was told, he didn't even think about arguing or refusing. He was shaking as he pulled on her soft silky knickers and felt the warm sticky gusset cling tightly around his little stiffy.

"Get back on your knees," he heard her snap. He quickly did as he was told.

His eyes were closed as he heard her say, "I want you to lick me down there, I want you to kiss me down there and I want you to realise that from now on you will always do as I wish." With that, she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs so that her newly cuckolded husband could obey her command.

Leaning forward Rob pushed his face towards her hot hairy pussy tentatively probing her puffy pussy lips with his eager tongue. He immediately tasted the hot potent mixture of his wife's juices and her lover's spunk. This is what I have dreamed about, he thought, as he feasted hungrily on the hot juicy cunt which for evermore would control his sexual desires. As he continued to please her, she told him in some detail the sequence of events that she had enjoyed that evening. He shook almost uncontrollably as she told him that she now knew that he really did have a small cock. He didn't realise how humiliating it would be to hear her say these words. In future, she told him, she wanted him to use his mouth and tongue to give her relief and pleasure. If he was good, there would be occasions when she would let him have intercourse, although that would be for his pleasure only as he would be unable to satisfy her ever again after this evening.

Robbie kissed and licked her well fucked cunt. He relished the heady and intoxicating perfume and knew that he would forever more be addicted to that distinctive aroma and taste.

Lisa continued to regale her cuckold husband with snippets of her sexual experiences until she eventually fell asleep still enjoying the soothing sensations administered by her now dutiful husband.

For quite a while Robbie continued with his kissing and licking until he became aware that Lisa was in the land of nod. Slipping into bed beside her he snuggled up and stroked his aching little cock encased in the tight silk knickers that would now play a big part in his future sex life. Soon he also fell asleep, tomorrow would be a defining moment in their lives.

Sitting at the breakfast table they both seemed unable to talk about the events of the previous evening. Eventually Lisa broke the silence saying, "I want to thank you Robbie for letting me have the most wonderful night of my life last night, and that includes the way in which you made me feel so loved on my return. Now let's get this over with, he's expecting us at the showroom around ten thirty and I don't want to be late."

Robbie sat there with his mouth agape unable to believe what he was hearing. "What do you mean he's expecting us, I haven't agreed to buy the car," he spluttered.

Lisa stared at him before saying quietly, "I gave him my word that we would buy the car if he managed to give me as much pleasure as he had promised. He more than did that, he opened my eyes and taught me things I never could have imagined. Now would you please get ready and take me to the BMW showroom, now!"

Continuing to splutter Robbie pleaded with Lisa to call the deal off, "I should never have let you meet him last night, I was stupid, I didn't think you would go through with it, but you did, and now you tell me you've agreed to buy the car from him."

Almost screaming at him Lisa shouted, "You stupid ass, if you didn't want me to have sex with him why did you keep pleading with me, just to try it and see if I liked it. Well I did try it and I did like it and I am going to continue trying it and liking it for a long, long time to come, do you hear me?"

The ensuing silence was eventually broken by Lisa, "Now get upstairs and get ready and make sure you are wearing my knickers from last night. Wearing them in the presence of Maurice should keep you quiet and at the same time remind you of all the pleasure you had knowing that he had just fucked me."

Stunned, Robbie meekly hung his head and whispered, "I'm sorry dearest, I'll go and put your knickers on as you say, I'll only be a few minutes then we can get going, we can easily be there by ten thirty."

Entering the main entrance to the car showroom, Robbie felt as if everyone in the place was looking at him. In fact, apart from another couple viewing the cars, the only other person in the place was the receptionist.

Standing up and walking towards them she wondered whether Mrs Kay had been laid yet by their star salesman, the bastard Maurice. She had been employed at the plush BMW showroom now for nearly a year and for the first couple of months Maurice had shagged her regularly until he suddenly transferred his attentions to the voluptuous wife of a weedy little grocer who just happened to purchase a new car.

Welcoming them she asked if they would like to have a seat while she went to fetch Maurice. A few minutes later she returned to say that Maurice was on his way and would be there in a few moments. Right on cue Maurice breezed in to the room smiling broadly and offering his outstretched hand to Robbie in welcome.

Robbie felt embarrassed as he shook hands with the man who had just fucked his wife. He wondered if he knew that he was wearing his wife's knickers. He even felt weak as his hand was squeezed in a firm masculine handshake, making his own effort seem like a limp cold fish.

He listened as Maurice discussed the terms of the trade-in and felt sick as he agreed on the trade-in value without trying to get a better deal. Maurice babbled on about the procedure of the terms of sale etc and of course the special discount he had managed to get for them.

Then all of a sudden Lisa could not believe her ears, Robbie holding up his hands in dramatic fashion, said "No, no, no, I want to think about it before putting pen to paper. Anyway I still think it's too dear."

Maurice smiled weakly and looking towards Lisa, said questioningly, "I thought that we had a deal." Lisa immediately responded with, "So did I. Robbie, you promised me, please don't let me down."

Regaining his composure, Maurice, putting his hand on Robbie's shoulder said, "Mr Kay, let me make you an offer you can't refuse. Instead of a brand new car, how about considering the demonstrator, it's only a few weeks old and barely any mileage to talk of. I'll knock another thousand pounds off the price of a brand new car, just for you and Mrs Kay, how about it?" Lisa was surprised when Robbie replied, "Ok, that seems fair," whereupon, he grabbed Maurice's hand, to shake on the deal.

Feeling quite elated at this good bit of business, Robbie happily wrote out a cheque for the agreed amount. After all the paperwork was completed, Maurice lifted the phone and speaking to someone on the other end said, "Bring the Demonstrator round to the front entrance, Mr and Mrs Kay will be taking it home with them."

Kate, the receptionist, watched as they walked towards the front entrance and sure enough she saw Maurice stroking Mrs Kay's bottom as they followed her husband outside. Kate had been very upset when Maurice ditched her for the horrid little grocer's wife but she soon got over it. It really was quite fun watching the philanderer play, especially when the husband was so unsuspecting. Kate's own husband, James, never suspected her of having an affair otherwise he would have insisted that she should leave her job. She had left her previous job, as a checkout assistant at the local supermarket, when the manager got a little too familiar. Just a pity he was so unattractive, small and fat, not at all like the handsome, suave, Maurice.

Standing together outside the front of the showroom Robbie and Lisa admired the sleek BMW as it purred up towards where they stood. They watched as the mechanic got out of the car and handed the keys to Maurice. Maurice, in turn offered the keys to Robbie in exchange for the keys to their old car.

With a final shake of hands, Maurice said "Mr Kay I think you and Mrs Kay made the right decision in buying this particular car. I know Mrs Kay considers it very special."

Turning to Lisa and taking her hand into his, he said, "I hope you will be very happy with the car. If there is anything at all that I can do for you, please call me on this number." With that he pressed his business card in to her hand. Unbeknown to Robbie he had written on the card, "See you tomorrow, phone me around 10am, M."

Robbie felt very important driving home in the big expensive BMW and it gave him much pleasure seeing people admire the car as he drove past. Lisa was admiring the inside of the car and enjoying the comfort when she caught sight of dirty marks on the ceiling cloth. "Oh my God," she thought, as she recognised the shape of the soles of her high heel shoes. What should she tell Robbie, she hadn't told him Maurice had fucked her in the back of the demonstrator, and now it was their car.

When they arrived home Robbie got out of the car and proceeded to examine his beautiful new automobile. He opened the back nearside passenger door and leaned in to check the upholstery. He noticed that the seat felt quite damp and thought that maybe there was a leak from the roof. Looking up he immediately saw the marks on the ceiling and shouted to Lisa who was still sitting in the front, "Bloody hell, that looks like someone's had their feet on the ceiling. I'm not having that, I'll take it back right now."

Swivelling round in her seat, Lisa put her hand on Robbie's arm and said, "Darling, I have a little confession to make. I didn't tell you that it was this car that we used last night. I'm afraid that the marks on the ceiling were made by my feet."

"Your feet?"

"Maurice had my legs over his shoulders as he shafted me, I had to brace myself as he was pounding me to an unbelievable orgasm, I couldn't help myself. So you see, I'm sorry, we can't take it back."

Robbie stood there not knowing what to say or do. Finally he said, "You do know that every time I get in this car I will be reminded that the marks on the ceiling were created by my own wife being fucked stupid, the very night before I bought the fucking car, why, why, why?"

Lisa decided to try and cool the situation and suggested that they go in to the house where they could discuss the matter. This seemed to suit Robbie and they were soon standing in the kitchen of their lovely home. Lisa put her arms around Robbie's neck and gave him a big kiss, "Thank you for buying the car darling you've made me very happy. I'm sure that you will come to love seeing the evidence of my night of passion, the night you became a cuckold. Just think, every time you see my foot prints you will remember that I was only doing what you had begged me to do. These marks prove how much I love you, I allowed another man to fuck me just to please you darling."

Flummoxed, Robbie realised that he was in a corner. They couldn't possibly take the car back now. Imagine complaining about the feet marks on the ceiling knowing that the man he would have to speak to had been fucking the living daylights out of his wife when it had happened. No, they had to keep the car.

While his mind was in this whirl he was amazed when Lisa dropped to her knees and started undoing his belt before pulling his trousers down to his ankles. She then lovingly began stroking his little bulge through the soft silk knickers he was dutifully wearing.

Without warning she pulled them down to his knees and taking his little hard-on in her hand she gave it a few strokes before taking it into her mouth. Robbie was speechless, and looking down he watched in amazement as her ruby red lips closed around his throbbing little cock.

This could not be happening, she had never done this before, however he was not about to stop her as she sucked him furiously. He was soon squirming with delight but he couldn't move as he was virtually bound to the spot with his trousers around his ankles and his knickers around his knees.

Within a few minutes he felt his approaching orgasm, he stifled a strangled cry before ejaculating into Lisa's mouth. He cried out saying he was so sorry, he couldn't stop it, it happened without warning. Lisa stood up and listened to his whimpering attempts to apologise. Then looking him straight in the eyes, but saying nothing, she took his head in her hands and kissed him. He was stunned when she opened her mouth and forced her semen coated tongue deep in to his mouth. He found himself sucking on her tongue just as she had sucked his penis and he had this image of her sucking Maurice's big cock in the back of the BMW.

After a few minutes they pulled apart, both breathless and hot. Lisa laughed and said, "Let's take a shower together then you can take me out to lunch in our new car," Bewildered, Robbie replied, "It's a deal."



The BMW Ch. 04



NB

This chapter was wrongly given the title as chapter 4 of Night and Day.

Apologies to anyone who has been mislead and who may have already read this episode.

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The following morning Lisa watched as Robbie backed the car out of their driveway, he looked pleased as punch with himself and Lisa knew he couldn't wait to get to his office so that he could show off his new car to all of his colleagues.

Lisa had not told her husband that she would be meeting with Maurice and she felt a little guilty as she tidied up the breakfast dishes.

At ten o'clock on the dot she telephoned Maurice who immediately answered her call.

"Hello, Maurice here."

"Are you able to speak?" Lisa said in a husky sexy voice.

"Yes, look I think I should come to your house, I'll park around the corner and walk so that I don't arouse the suspicions of any nosey neighbours.

I'll be there in twenty minutes, bye."

Lisa wondered what to wear then remembered she had that sexy baby doll outfit that Robbie had bought her for their anniversary.

She decided that Maurice would have the honour of being the first to see her wearing it.

She felt very excited and naughty as she slipped into the soft silky fabric knowing that very soon she was going to be fucked by her handsome new lover.

She had hardly finished getting ready when the front doorbell rang.

Rushing to the door she opened it slightly and Maurice slipped in quickly.

Immediately, he took her in his arms and kissed her, enjoying the feel of her silk negligee and the warmth of her luscious body.

Then holding her at arms length and admiring her sexy attire, he said, "Mrs Kay, you are a most beautiful and sexy woman and I am going to give you the fucking you deserve.

Giggling, she almost dragged him upstairs to her bedroom.

Maurice was impressed with the bedroom furnishings, especially the big king size bed.

While he removed his jacket and tie, Lisa pulled the curtains together creating a warm glow in the room due to the sunlight outside.

When she turned round to face Maurice he was carefully hanging his beautifully tailored jacket on the back of a chair. She watched as he confidently stripped down to his boxer shorts before neatly folding each item carefully.

Slipping off his socks and shoes he then removed his boxers and stood in front of her, naked, proud of his nicely toned frame, knowing that she would be impressed.

Lisa said nothing, then, looking him up and down, she slowly and sexily removed her long silky negligee.

Maurice's mouth dropped open as he took in the vision of loveliness standing before him.

God she was beautiful, and she knew it. He could barely manage to move towards her as his cock stiffened at the sight of her posing there in a gorgeous pink baby doll set.

Taking her in his arms he kissed and caressed her in a tender way.

"Which side of the bed is yours?" he said, smiling.

"I sleep on this side but I hope we aren't going to be doing any sleeping," she said as she pressed herself against his throbbing cock.

"I really meant which side was Mr Kay's. I am going to really enjoy fucking you in your marriage bed, it appeals to me, there's something wickedly exciting about fucking another mans wife in his own bed."

Pushing her down on to her knees he roughly grabbed a handful of her beautifully coiffured hair and pulled her face level with his thick meaty cock.

With his other hand he waved it back and forth so that it was brushing against her shiny bright red lips.

This time he didn't have to force it into her mouth, she willingly and hungrily lashed at it with her wet tongue before sucking it deeply into her throat.

Maurice eased his head back and with eyes closed he allowed himself to enjoy the sensations that Lisa's administrations were causing.

He could hear the slurping and moans of pleasure emitting from Lisa who appeared to be enjoying her task enormously.

After a while Maurice pulled his cock out of Lisa's mouth and told her to kneel on the edge of the bed with her bottom raised so that he could take her doggy style.

When she was in position he lifted Rob's pillow and tucked it under and between her legs.

"There now, any dripping or squirting will be on the pillow and not your lovely bedspread."

Lisa knew he was doing it so Rob would have to sleep with his head on the pillow unaware that the damp cloth was soaked in their mixed sexual juices.

Surprisingly she found the thought of it quite funny. It would serve him right, after all it was his idea that she should take a lover and now that she had, he wanted her to stop, small chance that was going to happen now.

Maurice surveyed her upturned bottom admiringly before kneeling down and kissing her slick pussy lips.

He started with long wet licks to loosen her up then alternating with flicking her clit with his experienced tongue and working his middle finger into her puckered anus.

All this was new to Lisa and she was squirming in ecstasy, pushing and grinding her bottom back on to Maurice's face.

Soon he was aware that Lisa was approaching an orgasm so he stopped what he was doing so that he could deny her the relief she craved for.

He smiled wickedly to himself as he heard her scream, "No, no, don't stop, oh god don't stop pleeeeeeease."

Slowly he got to his feet saying, "It's alright Lisa, it will be all the more enjoyable when I finally let you have the orgasm you need so much."

Taking his cock in his hand he started to slide the head in and out of Lisa's steaming cunt teasing her until she could stand it no longer, "For God's sake fuck me, you're driving me crazy, fuck me, fuck me, you bastard."

With that he suddenly drove his cock deep into her hot hungry cunt. Holding her by the hips he began to fuck her deeply, and he grinned smugly as he heard the moans of satisfaction getting louder and louder the harder and faster he fucked her.

His backside was a blur as he jack hammered his cock faster and deeper than she had ever had it before.

Then he recognised the signs again as she began to stiffen and shake so he concentrated on trying to make his own orgasm coincide with hers.

He didn't have long to wait, with a long guttural groan she started to shake almost uncontrollably and came in a gushing spray which soaked Maurice's stomach and legs.

He also was past the point of no return and unloaded a torrent of hot spunk deep into her quivering vagina.

They both collapsed on the bed completely spent and as they lay there his sperm began to leak out on to the pillow that he had put in place earlier.

After a few minutes Maurice got up and went over to his jacket. He took out a miniature camera from the inside pocket and aimed it at the bed where Lisa was sprawled with her legs apart and her well fucked cunt clearly visible.

Maurice took several shots before Lisa realised what he was doing.

She jumped up just as Maurice snapped her, catching her in mid movement, tits swinging, hair wild, and eyes bulging, a classic example of a woman who has just been fucked stupid.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing Maurice, I don't want you taking pictures of me looking like this. What if someone sees them?"

"Calm down, you look beautiful, I just want to be able to relive this moment again by looking at these photos whenever I want. Anyway, I'll give you copies so you can do the same. Look I have to run, I've got to see a client at the garage in half an hour."

Dressing quickly he was soon ready to leave. 

Lisa had calmed down a little and said, "I want the negatives as well Maurice, I don't really trust you."

"Ok Lisa, you can have the negatives."

As he was slipping out the front door Lisa, giving him a kiss, said, "When will I see you again?"

"I'll be in touch darling, but not for about a week, I'm very busy, bye." 



The BMW Ch. 05



That night as Lisa and Rob climbed in to bed Lisa was glad she had remembered to turn Rob's pillow over, so hopefully, he wouldn't notice it was wet on the other side.

She had considered changing the pillow case but she rather liked the idea of her husband's head resting on the pillow on which she had been thoroughly fucked that very morning.

It had been soaked with her spray and her lover's copious spunk which had leaked from her gaping pussy.

Snuggling in to her unsuspecting husband Lisa wondered whether she should tell him about her morning date, but she decided not to.

Rob lay there quietly, wondering if Maurice had been in contact with Lisa and whether he should ask her, but he decided not to.

Rob thought he could smell something but couldn't be sure.

Lisa heard him sniffing so she started to stroke his little penis and smiled to herself as she felt it stiffen in her hand.

Then speaking as if to a little boy, Lisa whispered in Robs ear, "You like that, don't you, would you like me to tickle your little pee-pee and make you cum using my fingers, you see I'm too tired for intercourse, okay dear?"

Rob was already well on the way to an ejaculation and only managed to splutter a stifled groan of "Aaaagggghhhh," as Lisa's fingers quickened, forcing him to squirt his sperm into the leg of his boxer shorts.

Patting his thigh, she sighed, "There now sweetheart, wasn't that nice, sleep well."

Turning over she turned off the bedside lamp before Rob had time to get himself cleaned up. By the time he came back from the bathroom, she was fast asleep.

Over the course of the next couple of months Maurice fucked Lisa at least once a week although it was usually at her instigation.

Maurice kept his promise and gave Lisa a set of prints and the negatives of the photos he had taken, but he also insisted on taking pics on all of their dates.

Lisa began to enjoy being photographed and even allowed Maurice to pose her in whatever position he wanted. 

He of course took advantage of the situation and although not appearing himself in the shots, he did have pics showing her sucking his cock and shots of his big cock stretching her steaming cunt and of course close-ups of his spunk oozing out of her well fucked hole.

Lisa always got her own set of prints and of course, the negatives.

She now had quite a collection which she kept hidden in a shoe box in the bottom of her wardrobe.

Lisa felt that Maurice was less of a gentleman than she had considered him to be as he nearly always ignored her almost daily phone calls to the showroom.

She was getting more than a little annoyed, being given the same old story from Kate the receptionist, "I'm sorry Mrs Kay, there's no reply from his office, he must be out."

Maurice for his part wished she would ease off a bit and give him a bit of space.

He was now having to shag the wife of the local bank manager who had indicated that she would only replace their car with another BMW if he would resume their earlier relationship from two years ago.

Even the super fit Maurice was finding it difficult fitting in all the randy women who thought they could demand his undivided attention.

He decided that in order to relieve the situation he would pass Lisa on to one of his friends.

Lisa had not kept her side of the arrangement with her husband as she never told him about her dates.

Rob felt sure that Lisa had been seeing Maurice but could not bring himself to confront her so he started looking for clues.

One afternoon while Lisa was sunbathing in the garden he began searching in their bedroom.

Eventually he came across the shoebox in her wardrobe and taking off the lid his eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw the collection of pornographic photos.

He spread them out on the bed gasping in disbelief at each obscene image.

His head was swimming, not only had she been seeing Maurice but she had let him record their affair in this shameless way.

Surely he had warned her not to let Maurice take any pictures of her. He remembered the Rotarian who mentioned that Maurice kept a photo album of all his conquests.

Oh God, what has she gone and done, he thought.

He could not help looking at each photograph again and again and although he was shaking with emotion he was also aware that he was extremely excited.

His little penis was rigid and throbbing and he feared he was about to have an orgasm without even touching himself.

He was so engrossed that he did not hear Lisa enter the room it was only when she gasped in horror that he swung round and saw her staring at the photos spread out across the bed.

With her hand to her mouth she mumbled, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I meant to tell you but I just couldn't, please forgive me, please."

Staring at her he almost shouted, "Why, why, why didn't you tell me, I thought we had an agreement."

"I'm sorry darling I just could not tell you about it, I didn't want to hurt you."

He was flabbergasted when she blurted out, "It's Maurice, he said I must make sure that you didn't find out.

I'm sorry darling, I should have told you, he's been shagging me, but now he won't stop phoning me. He seems to think I need it every other day."

Rob couldn't believe his ears. "You mean he's been fucking you and you didn't tell me. How many times has he fucked you?"

Lisa now sniffling and playing the part of the wronged woman replied, "Only a few times but now he seems to want it on a regular basis."

"I don't believe I'm hearing all of this, you were supposed to tell me when you had a date. Christ, I couldn't bring myself to ask you about it, I was even going to tell you that I wouldn't mind if you saw him again. 

This must stop, do you hear, I'm going to complain to his boss and have him fired, big bastard that he is, who does he think he is anyway."

In a red mist Rob stormed out of the house and jumping in to the BMW he drove straight to the BMW showroom.

Striding purposefully into the showroom he soon found himself standing at the receptionist's desk.

"Oh, Mr Kay, what can I do for you?"

"I demand to speak to your Managing Director, now, do you understand?"

"You mean Mr Walls, our General Manager, can I tell him what it is about?"

"No, it's a private matter."

Not wishing to upset the customer Kate phoned through to Mr Wall's private office and explained that Mr Kay would like to speak to him.

Replacing the phone she directed Mr Kay to a room at the far end of the showroom and as Rob made his way towards the room the door opened and a distinguished looking man emerged and welcomed him.

"Mr Kay, what a pleasant surprise, how can I help you?"

Once inside the room Rob suddenly felt much less confident and stammered, "You can, help by d d d dismissing your salesman Maurice, that's how you can help."

"I'm sorry Mr Kay, why should I wish to sack my best salesman. Please sit down and tell me what is troubling you."

"Your salesman, Maurice, has been pestering my wife ever since we bought that damn car from you a couple of months ago. He keeps trying to get her to go out with him and doesn't seem to realise that my wife is not like that. It has got to stop and I think his behaviour deserves to cost him his job."

The General Manager was silent for a few moments before saying, "Mr Kay, I don't know what to say. I can't fire Maurice just on your say so, anyway, he's our leading salesman and sells more cars than the all the others put together. 

I really can't believe that you expect me to fire him just because he has tried to be nice to your wife. Let me check something with the receptionist."

Lifting the phone he buzzed reception.

"Yes Mr Walls, what can I do for you?"

"Kate, I want to ask you something, has Maurice been phoning Mrs Kay?"

Rob couldn't hear what Kate was saying but he watched the expressions on the General Managers face as he listened to what she had to say.

Grimacing, he thanked Kate before replacing the phone.

"Mr Kay, I am afraid you seem to have got this story a little bit mixed up."

"What do you mean, mixed up?"

"Well, just that. 

I am reliably informed by our receptionist that your wife has been phoning for Maurice almost every day since you bought the car. 

It seems that it is your wife who is doing the pestering. 

In fact Kate says that Maurice has told her to say he is out whenever Mrs Kay calls. 

I am afraid the problem lies in your court. 

There is no way I will discipline Maurice over this affair and as far as I am concerned the matter is now closed."

Rob sat there, stunned, he couldn't speak for quite some time.

Then slowly he stood up and in a chokingly sobbing voice said. 

"I bought a very expensive car from you and I don't think I have been treated with due respect."

Mr Walls felt very sorry for him and putting his arm around Rob's shoulders he said, "I know it cannot be easy for you to accept that your wife and Maurice have been seeing each other, but maybe now it will be finished. 

I suggest you go home and tell your wife that you know everything but that you love her and will forgive her."

Rob looked at Mr Walls but was unable to speak.

He turned around and walked out of the manager's office, his head bowed in shame.

As soon as Rob left the showroom Mr Walls turned to Kate the receptionist and said, "Tell Maurice to come and see me when he comes in, I don't think he quite understands what "After Sales Service" is supposed to mean."

Robbie returned home to find the house empty.

Unknown to him Maurice had picked Lisa up and was at that precise moment introducing her to Alan, a handsome young black man who he hoped would take Lisa off his hands.



The BMW Ch. 06



Robbie searched the house looking for his young wife but she was nowhere to be found. He noticed that she had tidied up the incriminating photos from the bed but he was unable to find where she had hidden them.

About an hour later he heard a car stopping at their gate and he rushed to the window in time to see Lisa waving goodbye to Maurice as his BMW roared away down the street. He was standing fuming in the hallway by the time she opened the front door.

"Where have you been, out shagging Maurice again, did you let him take more dirty photos, did you suck his cock for him?"

Lisa had already concocted a story which she was sure would satisfy Robbie's need to trust her again.

"Oh stop it, stop it, Robbie, I told you I was sorry, please don't keep punishing me. I've just had a meeting with Maurice, I told him you had found the photos and that you had gone to the Showroom to speak with his boss. God, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I told him that we must stop seeing each other that I loved you and I was not prepared to hurt you further. He accepted that and asked me to apologise to you for everything. I think he feels that he might lose his job over this. So there, it's over, now do you forgive me?"

Robbie was slightly taken aback at what she had just said, he had assumed she had been out having sex with Maurice.

"I, I, er, I, I don't know what to say."

Lisa stepped forward and put her arms around Robbie cuddling close and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I love you darling and I am very sorry if I have hurt you."

The strain was too much, Robbie couldn't help himself, he just burst out crying uncontrollably and allowed Lisa to guide him to a nearby chair. She sat on his knee and taking his head in her hands she began kissing his forehead and cheeks and comforted him as well as she could.

After a few minutes Robbie quietened down and began to return Lisa's kisses telling her that of course he forgave her and that he loved and adored her as he always had.

Lisa felt a great relief knowing that her husband had believed her explanation. She would have to be very careful in future and coax her husband into wanting her to take another lover. She just knew that the man who Maurice had introduced to her that afternoon, Alan, wanted to get to know her better.

That night in bed Lisa was very, very good to Robbie, giving him the best sexual pleasure he had had in a long time. She even helped him to have full intercourse with her and kept him on the edge for at least half an hour before he finally had an intense orgasm, at which point he spluttered, "I love you my darling, I will always love you and adore you."

The next few days passed uneventfully apart from the fact that Robbie continued to be spoilt by his repentant wife.

Robbie never told Lisa that he knew that it was her that had been chasing after Maurice. He didn't want to humiliate her.

He was determined to show Lisa that he could be a good husband and lover but during their love play his mind kept returning to the fact that Lisa now needed more than he could provide. Surprisingly he was still excited at the thought of another man giving Lisa the sort of fucking that she deserved. Perhaps he should encourage Lisa to try again with someone else. But this time she must tell him everything which would be so exciting.

Oh how he would love to help her prepare for a date, help pick out her sexiest underwear, watch her applying her make-up and finally as she is leaving the house to be with her lover he would beg her to enjoy herself. He would kneel at her feet and adore her, she knew he would do anything to make her happy.

Without realising it, Robbie was becoming a classic willing cuckold and he was now well on the way to being completely dominated by his lovely wife. She already realised that she was now the dominant partner in their marriage and she liked having this power very much indeed.

On Friday morning Lisa got the phone call from Alan that she had always expected.

"Hi Lisa this is Alan, remember we met last week with Maurice."

"Oh hello Alan, of course I remember."

"Would you like to meet me for coffee this morning?"

"Well, that would be nice Alan, why don't you come here to my house, say about 11 o'clock?"

"That sounds great, I really am looking forward to seeing you again and I am honoured that you have invited me to your house. See you in about half an hour then, bye."

In her most seductive voice Lisa replied, "Bye, Alan, don't be late."

Half an hour later, Alan was standing in the hallway of Lisa's home holding her hand as he gazed knowingly into her sexy eyes.

"Lisa, you are very beautiful, would you mind terribly if I kissed you?"

Giggling, Lisa said, "Of course not, that's why you came here, or am I wrong?"

Needing no further encouragement Alan took Lisa in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She was soon aware that he was very aroused as she felt his hardness press against her soft yielding tummy. This was the first time she had ever been kissed by a black man and she felt giddy as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Breaking free from his grasp and breathing heavily, she took him by the hand and without saying a word, she lead him to her bedroom.

Then without warning she suddenly stopped and said, "No, this is not right, we shouldn't be doing this, we're supposed to be having coffee."

Alan was astonished, he felt bewildered, as he was promptly redirected to the kitchen.

While Lisa began to make the coffee, Alan asked her why she had changed her mind.

"I just felt things were moving too fast, I am not used to this sort of thing." She said.

Of course, Lisa was trying to make the point that she wasn't an easy lay and that she wanted to slow things down a little.

"What do you mean, too fast? You wanted it as much as me, it's not as if you didn't know why you invited me here we're both adults after all."

"Alan, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I haven't done this sort of thing before you know, I just need a little more time."

Looking puzzled, Alan said, "Oh come on now, I am on very good terms with Maurice and that's not quite how he would have described you." 

"What do you mean? You don't know anything about me, except that it must be obvious that I like you, but that doesn't mean I am about to jump into bed with you."

Alan decided to lay his cards on the table and said, "Lisa, I've seen the photos, you know, the photos that Maurice took of you."

Lisa was dumbfounded and speechless. She stood there shaking her head, unable to speak.

Moving to her, Alan put his arms around her and gave her a comforting cuddle, before saying quietly, "I am so, so sorry, that was really cruel of me. I should not have said that. Can you ever forgive me?"

Looking up at him, Lisa stuttered as she struggled to find the words, "I feel utterly and terribly let down, I feel as if I have been punched in the stomach. I never thought he would let any other person see those photos, they were private between Maurice and me. I don't even know what you must think of me, some sort of slut I suppose."

Holding her close, Alan said, "Lisa, Lisa, I am so sorry. No, I don't think you are a slut. I think you are a very genuine lovely woman and I am very sorry for having hurt you. I know that you and Maurice have agreed not to see each other for a while and I just thought that I might be able to give you some sort of support and friendship. Being honest, I hoped that we might become lovers but it looks like I've probably blown that hope. I just want you to know that I would like to be your friend as I really admire you. As far as anything else is concerned that would be up to you to decide, if, or when."

Sliding her arm around his neck, Lisa kissed him, allowing him to squeeze her ample breasts as he returned her very welcome kiss.

Alan whispered, "I guess that means you will let me be your friend then. I promise you will not regret it."

"Thanks Alan for being so understanding, I really think you should go now. Please phone me again tomorrow and perhaps we can arrange to have a date, okay?"

Giving her a peck on the cheek, Alan said, "I think that's wise and I can't wait for tomorrow."

With that, he left the house as requested.

 That night in bed, Lisa surprised Robbie when she said, "Robbie darling, did you mean it, the other night, when you said you hoped that I might meet someone else. Well, I think I may have met him. He's awfully good looking and I am sure he would be discreet."

Robbie had been fantasising about that precise scenario while Lisa was teasing his little cock. "Oh Lisa, do you really think you've found someone suitable, that would be wonderful, just wonderful. Who is he and when do you hope to meet him again?"

"Tomorrow night darling, if that's alright with you, he wants to take me out for a meal and hopefully later on I might let him seduce me. You would like that, wouldn't you, Robbie?"

Lisa could not help giggling as she skilfully manipulated her husband with her clever words of encouragement. She knew he was excited beyond belief and it was her intention to make sure he would be the one to beg her to go on this date.

"Oh, yes Lisa, you know I would like that. It makes me so excited thinking about you having sex with another, hopefully, well endowed man. I know that you need it now, more than ever. A new lover for you would add a touch of spice to our sex life, you deserve it darling. I want you to have the biggest and the best because you are the sexiest wife a man could ever have. But remember, you must tell me everything, okay? Oh God, I am so excited for you. Now, tell me all about him."

Lisa told Robbie that she had bumped into this handsome man at the shopping mall. She had dropped a parcel and he had picked it up for her, apologising for being so clumsy. They had got talking and he suggested she might like to join him for a coffee, which is what they did. They got on very well with each other and he made it quite clear that he was attracted to her. He had asked her if there was any chance that she might allow him to take her out for a meal. When she said yes he asked if she could make it for tomorrow and she had said yes again.

This little fib seemed to satisfy Robbie, so Lisa continued.

"So, if you say it's okay for me to meet him again, I'll tell him to pick me up here at seven o'clock tomorrow night. That way you will get to see what he looks like."

Excitedly, Robbie blurted out, "Of course darling, of course, you must go on this date, oh I am so excited for you. This time everything will work out fine, you'll see."

Lisa bit her lip, she just couldn't tell Robbie that her new friend was black, black as the ace of spades in fact. Hopefully he won't get upset when he finds out tomorrow night.

Lisa was beginning to realise that allowing Robbie to cum could sometimes break the spell which kept him convinced that he wanted her to enjoy sex with other men. So, she said to him, "Robbie, I want you to be as excited as me about this date, so I have decided that you should not waste any sperm tonight. Keep it all for tomorrow night when hopefully I will return home fucked stupid and ready to be adored and worshipped by you. So put your little cocklet away and let's get some sleep.

Robbie tossed and turned and couldn't get to sleep for thinking of what tomorrow would bring.

For Robbie, the following day dragged by, he couldn't concentrate on his work for thinking about Lisa's date. Finally, he left work early so that he could assist Lisa to prepare for her date. When he got home he could hear that she was having a shower so he poured himself a stiff whisky and sat in the corner of their bedroom waiting for his beloved to appear.

About ten minutes later the door to the en-suite bathroom opened and Lisa entered the room. She didn't notice Robbie at first and almost screamed when she saw the figure of a man sitting in the corner. The large fluffy bath towel which was draped over her shoulders dropped to the floor, leaving her naked

"Robbie, what a fright to give me, I just about died when I saw there was a man in my bedroom. Why didn't you shout and let me know you were here?"

"Sorry darling, I only wanted to give you a surprise and to be here to watch you getting ready for tonight. God, you look stunning in the nude. May I help you prepare for your date, darling?"

"I don't think so sweetie, just sit there quietly and watch. I may ask for your opinion, if I think it necessary."

Robbie did as he was told and watched closely as Lisa slipped on a pair of his favourite sheer silk knickers before sitting at her dressing table to apply her make-up. He sat there quietly and imagined how another man would have the pleasure of removing these sexy knickers later that evening.

Lisa had already laid out the clothes she intended to wear and Robbie whistled his approval as she sexily did the opposite of a strip tease. God, she looked gorgeous, Robbie thought to himself. She looked stunning in a loose silk wrap around floral skirt and an almost sheer emerald green blouse, which complimented her long red hair.

Finally she sat down again to paint her lovely finger nails. While she was doing this she said to Robbie. "Be a sweetie Robbie and get me my new high heels which are in the lounge."

Robbie leapt to his feet and did as he was told. In the lounge he found the bag with her new shoes. He removed them from the bag and laid them on the table admiring the exquisite design of the almost ridiculously high heels. Unthinkingly, he leaned forward and kissed each shoe lovingly before taking them to his beautiful wife.

Sitting at her dressing table, Lisa slid round on her seat and sat with her legs extended towards Robbie.

"You like my heels, don't you, sweetie. Now be a good boy and kneel down and put them on for me. Robbie hastened to do as he was told and lovingly slipped the shoes onto her dainty feet. Then he kissed each shoe clad foot in worship.

Standing up, Lisa said, "It's almost seven o'clock, Alan will be here any minute now. Robbie, I want you to answer the door when Alan arrives, that way you will see who I am going to be with tonight."

Robbie was distraught. "But, but, won't he think it strange that your husband knows. What will he think of me? I mean, he's bound to know that I know that he is taking you out to fuck you, oh God, please don't make me answer the door, please!"

Too late, the doorbell chimed.

"Answer the door Robbie! Now! Then give me a shout that my date is here."

Tentatively, Robbie opened the front door. His mouth fell open when he saw the tall, handsome man standing on the doorstep. He was black! It was as if he heard it in the distance.

"Hi, I'm Alan, I've come for Mrs Kay."

Robbie heard himself trying to shout to Lisa but nothing came out except a high pitched croak. "Lisa, Lisa, someone for you."

Luckily for Robbie, Lisa appeared and immediately kissed the black man standing there. Then, she gave Robbie a quick peck on the cheek, saying, "See you later sweetie, don't worry, Alan will take care of me, won't you Alan, I'll try not to be too late, bye."

As they walked towards his big black gleaming BMW, Alan looked back over his shoulder and shouted. "Thank you Mr Kay, I promise to make this a very special occasion for your lovely wife, a very special occasion which she will never forget."

Robbie could only stand there, shaking with fear and anxiety. He watched helplessly as the car disappeared around the corner.



Sitting in the plush upholstery of Alan's huge car, Lisa enquired whether it was his car or had he borrowed it from Maurice.

Alan smiled broadly before replying.

"Well, it isn't really mine I suppose. However, it does go with the job. You see, I am the UK Director for BMW cars and it is my job to make sure that all of our British outlets or franchises perform well and that we as a company provide all the back up that they need. So it is my job to make sure that you as a customer are satisfied with not only your car but by the way in which you were treated by our franchisee. Look, I know your husband was upset by what happened between you and Maurice, but I am sure that you, personally, would not want to make a complaint. Am I right?"

Lisa replied, quietly, "Yes, I mean no, I suppose not, it's better not to make a complaint."

Alan went on. "Mr Walls, Maurice's boss, had to make a report on your husband's complaint. So let's say that our meeting tonight is to discuss the situation. I would not like to think that you would do other than to ask me to ignore the complaint and consider it as frivolous."

Lisa swivelled in her seat and allowed her legs to splay slightly showing the tops of her nylon stockings.

Before she could say anything Alan slipped his left hand onto her knee and pulled the hem of her dress back exposing her beautiful legs right up to her shiny knickers. Stealing a quick look he said. "Somehow I don't think we should bother about going for a meal, I am not hungry, are you?"

Lisa, pouting her lips and looking him straight in the eyes, said, breathlessly, "Oh, I'm hungry alright, but not for food! How about showing me where you stay, okay? I think we should get there quickly."

She shivered as his big black middle finger found her clitoris and began to finger it through the thin material of her knickers. She was quite wet by the time he pulled up outside of his apartment five minutes later.

After helping her out of the car, Alan ushered her through the door and in to his stunningly beautiful apartment. Lisa was visibly impressed. This was class, very up market furnishings and a lovely feeling of luxury.

As she was taking in her surroundings Alan moved behind her and clasped her in his arms. He gently kissed her neck breathing in her sexy perfume. His hands began to caress her body sliding up and down and squeezing her heaving breasts. It was then that she began to feel his erection pressing against her firm bottom. No it couldn't be his cock it must be something else, it was far too big to be a cock.

But Lisa was wrong, it was his cock and he was letting her feel it grow with each little movement against her bum.

Turning her around and looking deeply into her eyes he whispered, "You're beautiful, just so, so beautiful and I am going to make this a night you will never forget." Then taking her into his arms he kissed her. She responded immediately and soon their tongues were swirling in and out of each others mouths, they both knew what they wanted and knew that they were going to get it.

Lisa was on fire, she squirmed and writhed against the huge cock prodding her legs and tummy, she had to have it, she needed it, Robbie had told her she deserved it and she would do this for him.

Alan almost barged her through the door to his bedroom and she fell backwards on to the bed gasping for breath. She watched in awe as Alan quickly dispensed with his clothes. He stood there naked, a black Adonis, cock swaying in front of him, menacing like a huge battering ram.

"Oh my God, it's, it's, too big, I could never take that." Lisa gasped. "I thought Maurice had a big one but it's nothing compared to yours."

Alan smiled in appreciation of her remarks, then kneeling down he began to undo her wrap around skirt. He expertly removed it and threw it on the floor. Lisa lay there like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights, unable to move and thoroughly hypnotised. She was aware of this handsome brute of a black man gazing at her nylon clad legs and her now very exposed knickers. She felt completely at his mercy and so very, very vulnerable.

Leaning forwards he pulled her silk blouse over her head and threw it on the floor beside her skirt. Her tiny bra soon joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. As he fondled her breasts, Lisa was becoming extremely aware of the difference in the colour and texture of his skin. It was beautifully smooth and hairless and the deep black colour contrasted with her own pale white skin making it seem even whiter.




The BMW Ch. 06



Feasting his eyes on the beautiful vision lying there before him, Alan shook his head in wonder and said, "Lisa, you must be the most beautiful woman in the whole world and I am very fortunate to be with you like this."

Caressing her lovely breasts with his hands, he bent down and pushed his nose into the gusset of her now soaking panties. He worked his nose and tongue back and forth teasing her to the point that she instinctively eased her thighs apart allowing him unrestricted access to her aching pussy.

Alan needed no further encouragement and quite brutally inserted both thumbs into the front of her knickers and ripped them apart, exposing her most private parts.

Lisa was startled and began to panic but Alan reassured her, "Don't worry, it's okay Lisa, I just like to fuck a woman with her knickers on, I'll buy you a whole set of new ones, please don't worry."

She didn't dare tell him that these were her husband's favourite panties and he had just shredded them.

Gently he took her legs and raised them so that they were on his shoulders. Then he took his massive cock and rubbed it against her sopping pussy lips so that it was soon glistening with their mixed pre-cum juices. Lisa was enjoying the sensation when she suddenly felt the huge head of Alan's cock lodge into the opening to her vagina. A shiver of fear coursed through her body which Alan noticed and he calmly reassured her that all would be well.

"Relax Lisa, just relax and enjoy the moment, easy, easy, you will soon get used to it."

Lisa remembered Maurice telling her the same thing, so she tried her best to relax and let herself go with the flow.

Within a few minutes she had definitely relaxed enough, so Alan, ever so gently pushed the whole head of his cock further in to her pulsating cunt. Moaning and whimpering, Lisa instinctively pushed back and another couple of inches of big black cock disappeared into the hot furnace of her cunt.

All the time, Alan, was kissing, caressing and reassuring her that all would be alright. He was also sucking on her neck and making sure that she would have a very visible love bite/hickey to remind her and her wimp of a husband that she had been well and truly fucked.

Within half an hour or so, Alan had managed to get most of his prodigious cock deep into her now well stretched cunt, so he began to shag her ever so gently, as he did not want to hurt or frighten her more than was necessary.

Lisa had never felt so stuffed, an expression Maurice had used, to announce what he was going to do to her. But this was something else, she really did feel she was being stuffed and she liked it. Soon his cock was sliding in and out much more freely so he gradually increased the pace of his shafting. 

Lisa was writhing and bucking in time with him and experiencing sexual sensations the likes of which she could never have imagined. She knew that she would do anything to get this sort of shagging on a regular basis, oh God, how she loved it Then it happened, she could feel her cunt muscles begin to contract and grip the huge shaft of Alan's throbbing cock and she gave in to the sweeping, overwhelming orgasm which caused her to squirt and squirt her juices freely over Alan and his expensive bed cover.

Alan was now on fire. He pumped his huge cock deeper and deeper into the fierce heat of her cunt, heat which they themselves had generated with their exertions. 

With an agonising cry, Alan's buttocks clenched and he came with a mighty gush of hot semen spurting into the depths of her stretched out and ravished cunt. They lay exhausted in each others arms for a long time.

Eventually, Alan stood up and said, "Kneel on the floor Lisa, I want you to do for me what you must insist that your husband does for you. I want you to worship and adore my big black cock. I want you to lick it clean and kiss it and suck it until you have made it hard so that I can fuck you again.

Lisa climbed off the bed and knelt at his feet as she was told. His still huge cock was streaked with spunk and as she took it in her hands it felt so very soft and heavy. She lifted it to her lips and wondered if she would be able to fit it in her mouth. She gently licked and kissed the slimy head tasting the mixture of Alan's spunk and her own juices. Lisa opened her jaws as wide as she could and pushed the big black snake into the wet warmth of her mouth. At first, she started to panic as she couldn't breathe, until Alan told her to breathe through her nose. Relief, she relaxed and found that with some slight difficulty she was able to suck and work her tongue on his huge cock. After about ten minutes she was aware of his cock beginning to stiffen. She attempted to take it out of her mouth but Alan gripped her head and told her to keep sucking. Unable to move her head or to object to his demands she obediently did as she was told.

Again, she remembered that Maurice had done the same thing to her that first time in the back seat of the BMW. So she knew what to expect. She continued to work her tongue around his cock until she felt it start to twitch violently and then all of a sudden her mouth and throat were full of his thick hot spunk most of which she managed to swallow. The rest flowed out coating her lips and chin and dripping on to her naked breasts.

After a few minutes she felt his cock begin to soften so she pulled it free from her mouth and as she squeezed it a last large bead of semen oozed out so she dutifully licked it clean.

Alan helped her to her feet and pulled her on to the bed. Lying down side by side he put his arms around her and said, "That was wonderful Lisa, I hope it was wonderful for you too. I believe this is the start of a long and satisfying relationship and I hope to be able to please you, many, many times."

Lisa almost purred, "Oh Alan, I can't describe how wonderful that was, it was the best sexual experience of my whole life. Please fuck me again, now, please."

"No Lisa, it's too late, it's nearly midnight. I don't think you should be too late home from our first date, your husband must be worrying about you."

"But, he knows where I am, at least, he knows I am with you."

Sitting up on the bed, Alan continued. "Lisa, I want you to understand something. You are a very lucky young lady to have a husband who loves you so much that he is prepared to share you with other men. You must not take him for granted.

You see, you and your pleasure is the most important thing in the world for him. He realises that you need more than he can give you.

I have come across this sort of husband many times over the years and he is very loyal to his, usually beautiful, but extremely flirtatious spouse. He needs to feel loved by his wife but he also needs to be dominated by her. Robbie feels that it is his duty to worship and adore you, you are his beautiful sexy wife and other men desire you and you need other men to satisfy you.

You must therefore, play the game very carefully if you want it to be successful, because it is a game Lisa, just a game. You must know when to be the loving wife and you must know when to be his strict mistress. You must know when to praise him and still be able to humiliate him when necessary.

You see, although he loves you, he needs to feel vulnerable when you are with another man, someone who he might even lose you to. When you return home from a torrid date, with that just been fucked look, he is elated that you have been well serviced. He is also mightily relieved that you have come home to him, your ever loving husband."

Lisa lay there in silence, quite taken aback at what she had just heard. This man, Alan, had just described her husband perfectly. Quietly, she said, "Thank you Alan, I think you know that you are right, but I think you should also know that I actually love my husband very, very much."

This seemed to delight Alan as he remarked immediately. "Lisa I am so happy for you. The most important part of a successful cuckold relationship is love. You must love and trust each other completely."

Kissing her on the cheek, he said, "Now let's get dressed and I'll take you home to your lucky husband."

During the drive back to her house, Lisa was quite pensive. She wondered how she would be received by Robbie. Would he be able to accept that she was now a black mans whore. 



The BMW Ch. 07



Robbie stood shaking with anxiety as he watched the big BMW disappear around the corner.

He shivered slightly as he closed the front door and slowly made his way to the bedroom.

Earlier, there in the bedroom he had watched his sexy wife preparing herself for her date, he had even begged her to really enjoy herself and not to worry about him as he would be waiting obediently for her to come home, well and truly satisfied.

"Oh God, what have I done." He muttered.

In his wildest dreams it had never crossed his mind that Lisa would be attracted to a black man.

Now, he had a few hours to contemplate just what this would mean to their marriage.

Just as before, he suffered badly as his overactive imagination kept producing extreme thoughts of what her new lover might be doing to his lovely wife Lisa. 

Although he was suffering he was also highly aroused.

Perversely he slowly began to enjoy this mixture of pain and pleasure and the realisation of what it felt like to be a cuckold.

He remembered that Lisa had told him that he should wear the panties that she was wearing when she received her first fucking from Maurice.

He was supposed to wear them every time Lisa went on a date and although she had many dates with Maurice he did not know about them until he found the incriminating photos.

Slowly and deliberately, he removed his clothes until he stood naked in front of the big wall mirror which reflected his quite puny body and he was struck by how small his little penis looked.

Picking out the special knickers from his drawer he brought them to his nose and inhaled the still heady aroma and shuddered with emotion as he remembered her first sex encounter with the bastard Maurice.

For the first time, he slowly pulled the fine silk knickers up his legs until they snugly encased his little balls and penis.

He stroked the small mound and groaned as he had another vision of his lovely wife writhing in the arms of her black lover.

Distraught, he spent the next few hours suffering from stomach cramps and a feeling that things would never be the same again.

Why, why, why, did he insist that she should try to find someone who could satisfy her needs, why did she pick a black man?

Everyone knows that a black man usually has a big cock.

Is that what Lisa was thinking when she agreed to meet him for a date?

Would she become addicted to big black cock like some women he had heard of?

Time dragged by so slowly, he actually drifted in and out of a restless sleep.

Lying there on the bed in the darkness he was brought to his senses by the room being suddenly bathed in light, then just as suddenly back to darkness.

It could only be the light from a car's headlights as it turned at the gate, 

Looking at his watch he was surprised to see that it was just after midnight.

Jumping from the bed he hastened to the window and watched excitedly as his beautiful wife stood at the gate kissing her new lover in full view of the other houses in the street.

Hopefully nobody would see her, thought Robbie.

As she walked towards the front door, Robbie, naked apart from his wife's panties, knelt down at the foot of the bed and awaited the entrance of his beautiful mistress.

Robbie watched the bedroom door opening and lightening the room and there she stood.

Glorious, fabulous, a vision of loveliness, smiling lovingly at him on his knees in submission, she seemed to float towards him.

He felt her hand on the back of his head and allowed her to pull his face to her crotch.

He was in heaven, he could hardly breathe but he could smell the sex through the silk of her wrap around skirt.

After a minute she stepped back and surveyed her submissive husband.

"Oh, Robbie, you're wearing my special panties, you remembered, how sweet."

Robbie, almost sobbing, began to kiss her feet, worshipping his sexy wife and desperately wanting to hear the juicy details of her exciting night out.

"Robbie, kneel up and remove my skirt."

He did as he was told and sliding his hands up the back of her legs, enjoying the feel of her nylon stockings, he eventually slid her skirt off.

Stepping back, Lisa posed sexily as her cuckold husband stared adoringly at the vision before him.

Then, he stuttered, "Lisa, your knickers, what's happened to them. They're all ripped and tattered, what's he done to you, are you alright?"

Giggling, Lisa replied, "Yes I'm alright sweetie, Alan ripped them so he could fuck me with them on. He likes his women to have their knickers on when he fucks them. He promised to buy me new ones, okay?"

"But they were my favourite knickers."

"Don't worry darling, I'll get another pair, after all, they were only a pair of knickers, alright? Would you like to take them off for me, please?"

Without speaking, Robbie removed what was left of his wife's shredded knickers; he gazed lovingly at her high heels as she lifted each one out of what was left of her ruined knickers.

"Sniff them sweetie, you like doing that, don't you?"

"Yes." He replied as he pressed the soaking remains to his nose.

He inhaled deeply the heady scent of recent sexual activity.

As he was doing this, Lisa poked her finger through the material of her ruined panties and pushed them in to his mouth.

"Chew them honey, pretend you're trying to wash them clean in your mouth.

That's it, keep chewing and don't take them out of your mouth until I say so. Now, climb onto the bed and I'll try to tell you all about my very exciting night."

Stripping off the rest of her clothes, Lisa began to tell her gagged husband all about what Alan had done to her and how much she had enjoyed it.

She made particular reference to the fact that Alan had the biggest cock she could imagine and that he certainly knew how to use it to please a girl.

She said that she had thought that Maurice had a big one but his was quite small compared to Alan's prodigious weapon.

She only thought that Maurice was big because she had only ever seen Robbie's little one.

She omitted to tell him of Alan's connection with BMW, just saying he was obviously a wealthy man.

While she was relating the juicy details of what they had done, she cleverly teased Robbie's little hard-on through the silk knickers he was dutifully wearing. He groaned and writhed in ecstasy.

Eventually, pushing him down the bed she said, "I want you to kiss me and lick me down there, do you understand, I want you to worship and adore me just like you said you would.

Anyway, Alan said you should always service me and worship me after I'd had a good fucking. 

Alan said there was a name for husbands like you. 

Did you know that you were now a cuckold? I love that name, a cuckold. You are my own special cuckold."

Removing her well chewed knickers from his mouth he did as he was told and lovingly began kissing and licking her well fucked pussy.

But this was not the tight little pussy that had left the house earlier. This was now a big juicy cunt, a cunt that would need a lot more than he could ever achieve.

After about twenty minutes, Robbie was aware that his lovely wife was sleeping.

Slipping out of bed he lovingly pulled the sheet over her beautiful body.

Gazing at her in complete worship he noticed the group of love bites on her neck, a visual reminder of her unfaithfulness and her night of unbridled passion.

Next day, Robbie served Lisa breakfast in bed as usual.

He always provided her with a perfectly prepared tray.

There was always a red rose in a suitable small vase.

Usually there was a portion of fruit salad, some toast and marmalade, fruit juice and a cup of tea.

At weekends he made sure that she received a cooked breakfast.

While she ate her meal he would fill a hot soapy bath for her to lie in which would ease the aches and pains from her exertions the previous night.

He would then ask his beautiful mistress if there was anything special she would like, before making his way to carry out his general housework.

As Lisa made no comment about her date the night before, Robbie went about his chores dutifully.

Not long after lunch time Robbie heard the front door bell chime and before he could answer it Lisa shouted that she would get it.

He was in the kitchen with the door shut so he could not see who it was at the front door.

He could hear indistinct chatter and bouts of giggling. Lisa obviously found something particularly amusing.

Five minutes later she walked into the kitchen smiling broadly.

"That was Alan at the door just now," she announced.

"He was delivering a present for me," she said, and holding up a pair of shocking pink crotch less panties, she giggled as she proclaimed.

"Would you believe it, seven pairs, all different colours, one for each day of the week and all crotch less. 

He says they all have a different day embroidered on them and he intends to fuck me in all of them. 

Starting tonight, wearing these pink ones."

Continuing, she said, "I told him that I would have to ask you first, but that I was sure you would say it would be alright.

You will let me go sweetie, won't you, he said he wants to take me for a special meal at a new French restaurant.

I promise to tell you everything we get up to, as soon as I get home."

Robbie didn't know whether to be pleased or not.

After all, this was the sort of situation he always imagined, having to wait patiently at home while another man took his wife out to fuck her.

But this wasn't just another man; this was a handsome black man with, what Lisa had described as a huge cock.

Head bowed, he could only whisper. 

"Of course, it's, okay Lisa, you know I want you to enjoy yourself. You know that I want the best for you, especially with regards to sex.

I love you; I love you with all my heart."

"Oh darling, thank you. I'll just go and get ready. He say's he will pick me up at 6pm sharp, so I will have to get a move on if I am to be ready in time.

Will you help me to pick out what to wear?"

"Oh yes my darling, I would love to help you get ready for your date.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, Robbie fussed around his sexy wife as she carefully applied her make-up and even helped her in to her sexy silky underwear.

He acted as her devoted slave, conscious of her every need.

He even slid the shocking pink crotch less panties up her elegant nylon clad legs till they were perfectly fitted, accentuating the slightly puffy lips of her newly stretched pussy.

Gazing at her beautiful cunt he couldn't help leaning forward on his knees and kissing the lips of her pussy in the knowledge that very soon they would be stretched around a big black cock.

At 6pm exactly, the door bell rang.

Robbie answered the door and once again found himself tongue tied as he tried to shout to Lisa that her date was there.

Again she did not keep him waiting and was soon kissing her new lover right in front of her cuckold husband.

Robbie was struck by the fact that they kissed so intensely and right in front of him too.

Alan withdrew himself from Lisa's embrace and turned to Robbie extending his hand to shake.

Robbie returned the handshake trying hard to get some grip in to his clasp but to no avail.

"Mr Kay, I want you to know that you have a wonderful wife and I am most proud that you have accepted me to be her lover.

I promise you that I will make her pleasure the most important thing in this relationship and I appreciate your selflessness.

I know that you love her very much and I know that she loves you very much also.

Thank you again, sir."

Giving Robbie a kiss on the lips, Lisa said, "I'll try not to be late honey, thanks for trusting me and for being so understanding."

With that they turned and walked away towards Alan's big car.

With a quick wave goodbye they drove off and were soon out of sight.

For the second time in twenty four hours Robbie watched the big BMW disappear and although he was not quite, so surprised as the night before, he still felt uneasy and a little helpless as the thumping in his chest threatened to make him lose his balance.

Holding on to the door jamb, he breathed in deeply then slowly closed the door behind him. 



The BMW Ch. 08



This is a continuing story about a cuckold relationship. If you are likely to be offended by this subject please do not read it. Constructive criticism and comments welcome.


Breathing heavily, Robbie shuffled through to the kitchen and as if in a dream, began to wash the dishes which he had previously deposited in the sink. He dropped a couple of forks on to the floor as he tried in vain to control his hands. This was going to be a long night, how was he going to cope, he had no idea.

Later, Robbie's vivid imagination was working overtime and he could not concentrate on the book he was trying to read to pass the time.

At eight thirty pm he threw down the book and decided to go to the local pub for a drink. He hoped the hustle and bustle in the pub would help to calm him down and take his mind off what Lisa and her black lover would be getting up to.

Luckily, the pub was a mere ten minute walk from his house so there was no need to take the car.

He was pleasantly surprised that the pub was already very busy and paying for a pint of ale he made his way to a vacant seat in the corner of the room.

Trying to be as anonymous as possible he attempted to read the local paper which he found lying on the table but he found it impossible to concentrate and finally gave up. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he started to take in the scene around him.

The Castle Inn was indeed a very busy hostelry and the noise level confirmed this. It seemed that everyone was talking at once, trying to be heard above the blare of the loud background music.

At first he didn't recognise anyone then a couple entered the bar arm in arm, laughing they managed to get seats at a table on the other side of the room.

Stunned, Robbie watched as the bold Maurice made his way to the bar to order drinks. He shifted his gaze back to the woman now sitting alone. Blonde, pretty good looking, probably in her late thirties and looking a little bit nervous, as she sat waiting for her escort to return from the bar.

She looked familiar. Then it hit him, well, well, well, Mrs Poole, the bank manager's wife. He had met her at a Rotary dinner dance which he and Lisa had been invited to last winter. Her husband was the club Treasurer.

What was she doing here with Maurice?

Returning with their drinks Maurice settled down next to his blonde companion. Robbie watched intently as they clinked their glasses together in a silent toast, gazing knowingly into each others eyes.

They didn't stay long. Finishing their drinks Mrs Poole whispered something in Maurice's ear then made her way to the ladies powder room. Now sitting alone, Maurice started to look around him and very soon he noticed Robbie sitting quietly in the corner on his own.

Robbie almost wet himself as he watched Maurice get up from his chair and make his way towards him. Standing tall in front of Robbie, Maurice said, coldly and without any feeling. "Good evening Mr Kay, I just want to say sorry for what happened. I hope you have forgiven me."

Robbie remained seated and looking up he managed to say. "It's okay, now that I know it's over."

Just then Mrs Poole emerged from the ladies room. Looking over his shoulder, Maurice indicated that he was just coming. Then leaning over he whispered in Robbie's ear.

"I see you are on your own tonight. Let me guess, Lisa's out with her new man. I'd heard she'd moved on to pastures new."

Turning abruptly he made his way over to where Mrs Poole was waiting for him. Robbie watched speechless as they left the pub. How could that bastard Maurice know that Lisa was out on a date?

Rising unsteadily, Robbie made his way out of the pub just in time to see Maurice's BMW exit the pub car park. As the car passed where he stood he noticed that Mrs Poole was snuggled up close to Maurice as he steered the car out on to the main road.

A few seconds later another car exited the car park and Robbie immediately recognised the driver. Mr Poole, the bank manager, he was following Maurice's car.

As he made his way home, Robbie's mind was trying to figure out what was going on with Maurice and Mrs Poole and what did Mr Poole intend doing about the situation. He must know that Maurice is shagging her, so he must be going to try and catch them at it.

He wondered whether she had made it in to Maurice's trophy photo album yet. He winced as he remembered the photos and that his darling wife Lisa was one of Maurice's conquests. He wondered how many people had seen the pornographic photos of his wife and sniggered at their vulgarity.

It was now ten thirty pm as Robbie reached home and opened the front door. Slumping down into his favourite easy chair he began to imagine what his darling wife must be doing with her new black boyfriend. The thoughts that filled his mind were at the same time both gut wrenching and sexually stimulating.

"God, I must be really perverted to be excited like this, to actually take pleasure in the knowledge that Lisa is getting fucked by a big black man with a huge cock. But I can't help myself, I know that I only have a little penis and Lisa really does need a big cock which she surely deserves. Oh, God, I hope she's enjoying it. I love her and adore her, she's just, so sexy. I just want her to have the biggest and best of everything. Please help me to serve her and worship her as the goddess she is."

Getting up he went to the bedroom and stripped naked. Opening his drawer he took out the pair of knickers that Lisa was wearing when Maurice first fucked her. She had been pleased that he had remembered to put them on last night. Hopefully she would be pleased again. Slowly and sensually he slipped them on, enjoying the feel of the soft silk against his throbbing little penis. He mustn't touch himself for fear of cumming. Lisa would not like it if he had pleasured himself before she got home. She had said that she expected him to behave himself whenever she is out on a date.

Lying on the bed he tortured himself by imagining all sorts of intimate and sordid actions which his beloved wife and her lover would be enjoying. What were they doing right now, right at this very moment? How he wished that he could somehow witness the intense passion of their affair. Oh, if only he could be a fly on the proverbial bedroom wall.



The BMW Ch. 09



Bizarre scenes kept filling his mind. 

A particular recurring scene was one where Alan's big black cock was sliding in and out of Lisa's open mouth, her ruby red glossy lips liberally coated with his hot spunk.

As he indulged himself with these fantasies, he was incredibly sexually excited and at the same time disgusted at depth of his depravity.

In fact, if only he knew it, she was at that precise moment doing exactly what he was imagining.

She was like a bitch in heat, slurping noisily as she sucked and licked Alan's big black cock and whimpering as he fingered her well fucked pussy.

She had had a lovely meal with Alan before he took her back to his place for what proved to be a wonderful evening of pure unadulterated sex.

As soon as they were inside his flat Alan put on some sexy background music and asked Lisa to do a strip tease for him.

She was more than willing, and proceeded to tease him as she discarded her flimsy outer clothes.

Their eyes were locked as she weaved sexily back and forth while trying to 

imagine what pleasures her black lover had in store for her.

He stopped her abruptly when she was down to her pink crotch less panties, garter belt, silk stockings and her sexy stiletto heels.

She looked gorgeous and he knew that she was now his to do with whatever he wanted. 

He smiled knowingly as he realised that she was already addicted to his monster and would do anything he asked of her. 

He quickly dispensed with his clothes and taking Lisa in to his arms he allowed his hands to grope and feel her gorgeous body, paying special attention to her tight little bottom and her ample breasts, and all the time complimenting her on how beautiful and sexy she was.

She made no attempt to stop him, as she rubbed herself against the huge bulge pressing into her soft belly.

For the next hour he fucked her twice. 

The first time he made her kneel on the edge of the bed with her bottom raised, ready to take his massive cock.

Taking up her position she wiggled her bottom invitingly as she looked over her shoulder at his menacing monster.

Spitting on his fingers he rubbed the spittle around and into her tight little pussy. 

Within a few moments he decided she was ready for it and positioning his huge throbbing member at the entrance to her slippery hole he slowly inserted it inch by inch into the hot depths of her hungry cunt.

Lisa emitted a low guttural sigh as she felt the big thick cock sliding in deeply and opening her up.

Her cunt muscles immediately started to massage the huge interloper as it sank in and impaled her.

Holding her by the hips, Alan went very slowly at first, building up a good rhythm and enjoying hearing the loud slapping sounds as his big balls smacked against the quivering cheeks of Robbie's sexy wife's bottom.

He momentarily wondered how a man could allow his wife to be such a slut for another man.

Putting it out of his mind he concentrated on getting every inch of his rigid cock as deep into Lisa's tight but well stretched cunt as possible. 

Her cries and moans only encouraged him to increase the ferocity of his pounding and soon he was fucking her with wild abandon. 

No longer the gentleman, he was now calling her his whore and demanding that she begged him to fuck her senseless.

She was in fact a whore at that moment and she pleaded with him to fuck her, to fuck her harder and harder and fill her with his boiling spunk.

After quite some time Alan could no longer keep up the ferocity of his assault.

Unable to check himself, he let out a long painful groan as he unleashed a torrent of hot spunk deep into the depths of Lisa's womb, filling her with his potent sperm.

Lisa screamed as she convulsed in the throes of an almighty orgasm, spraying the bedcover in the process.

They both lay there, exhausted and bathed in sweat, utterly knackered and unable to move.

It wasn't long though before she slid down the bed and gently sucked him back hard again.

Licking the swollen, spunk coated trunk and head of his prodigious black cock, she marvelled at the size of the monster which had been fucking her mercilessly just a few minutes earlier.

This was the exact moment that her loving husband, waiting patiently at home, was imagining her licking and kissing Alan's spunk streaked cock.

Satisfied that she had him hard enough again, she told him to lie where he was and straddled him, lowering her dripping pussy down on to his now stiff and throbbing penis.

This time as he lay stretched out on the bed he ordered her to ride him.

She needed no further prompting and was soon bouncing up and down on his twitching cock, furiously intent on pleasing this wonderful man.

She savoured every moment of their intense communion completely at the mercy of her black master.

He watched, as if in a trance, as her tits swayed violently back and forth due to the pummelling he was dispensing to her hot cunt.

He knew that she couldn't take much more of this bombardment and was not surprised when he recognised the sign.

He felt her stiffening and knew she was about to cum again so he increased the tempo of his fucking into overdrive and joined her in an earth shattering climax, the intensity of which neither of them had ever experienced before.

They were both drenched with perspiration. Lisa lay on top of her lover aware of his spunk leaking out of her very sloppy and ravished pussy.

Rolling off him, Lisa lay back completely satisfied and content.

Soon she would have to return home to her ever loving husband.

It was so comforting to know that he wanted her to have and enjoy this freedom.

How lucky she was that he loved her so much.

 It was only 10.45pm when Alan said, "Get dressed Lisa, I am going to take you somewhere, somewhere you will recognise when we get there."

Once they had dressed and were in the car and on their way, Lisa could not contain her curiosity any longer and enquired as to where they were going.

Alan laughed excitedly as he replied. "I am taking you to the BMW garage, someone you know will be there but he will not know that you will be there also."

Lisa was stunned. "You mean Maurice will be there, don't you?"

"Yes, he told me that he intended to use the garage tonight. 

He will have a very nice companion with him and I think, if we're lucky, we might just catch them, "in flagrante delicto." 

I must say that I don't think that Maurice treated you very well and I would like you to have something to hold over him."

Lisa was quiet for a second before saying. "Does that mean that Maurice also knows that I am out with you tonight?"

"Yes, but don't let that worry you. It's him that needs to be worried."

Very soon, Alan parked the car in sight of the garage and motioned for Lisa to get out.

"We'll leave the car here and walk the rest of the way to the garage, we don't want to get recognised or caught by parking too close."

They quietly made their way through the unlocked and open gate to the garage car park, creeping stealthily behind the cars which were waiting to be repaired or serviced.

Suddenly Alan stopped and held his finger to his lips in a sign for Lisa to keep quiet.

He then pointed towards the side wall of the workshop and Lisa soon picked out the shadowy figure of a man pressed against the wall and looking through a window in to the garage.

"It looks like someone has beaten us to it." Alan whispered.

"Maurice is definitely in there, look there's his car next to the workshop door.

He's probably shagging her now in the back of one the cars. 

Whoever this guy is he's getting a good view. 

Oh my God, look, he's masturbating, he's jerking off to whatever he's seeing."

Lisa could just make out the crouched figure of a man furtively wanking himself while presumably watching Maurice fucking his new conquest.

Not a little concerned, Alan took Lisa by the hand and said.

"Let's get out of here before we are spotted. 

Now, back out as quickly and quietly as possible."

Once out of the compound they both started giggling uncontrollably, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

"God, that was a really exciting experience, I've never seen a peeping tom before." Lisa chortled.

Alan, composing himself said, "I'm sorry that you didn't get to see the fun for yourself. I'm sure you would have enjoyed seeing Maurice make a fool of himself.

I'll bet he has no idea that someone was watching them.

God, I would love to tell him and watch him squirm.

I wonder if the peeping tom knows Maurice."

Back in the car Alan said. "Right, my lovely lady, it's time to get you home to that very understanding husband of yours."

At approximately 11.30pm Robbie saw the lights of Alan's car as it turned at the gate.

He quickly ran to the window just in time to see his beautiful wife waving goodbye as the big BMW sped away.

Closing the front door behind her, Lisa was surprised to see Robbie standing there, naked apart from her special knickers.

"Oh Robbie, my sweetie, have you been excited for me? 

Have you managed to behave yourself while I was away? 

Wait till I tell you what happened tonight."

As she was speaking Robbie made his way towards her and knelt at her feet, looking up he managed to stutter. "I love you my darling, please tell me you have had an exciting night."

Looking down at him Lisa could not help but stand closer to him so that he could breathe in her fragrance and as before, she pulled his head on to her belly with only the silky fabric of her dress between his face and her recently fucked pussy.

Robbie was in heaven as he inhaled the intoxicating perfumed aroma from between her legs.

Gazing upwards, he said.

"I've been thinking about you all night my darling, hoping you were enjoying yourself.

But, you're home earlier than I expected, did you have a good time, was he good to you, he didn't hurt you, did he, is everything all right?"

"Yes sweetie, yes everything is all right, I've had a wonderful time.

But first, I have to tell you something awfully funny that happened this evening.

You will never believe where Alan took me on the way home."

"Where did he take you?" Robbie said.

"To the BMW garage, Alan said that Maurice was going to be there tonight with a new girlfriend.

We sneaked in to the compound hoping to peek through the window of the garage and see Maurice and his bit of stuff, on the job so to speak."

By now Lisa was giggling as she continued. 

"But you'll never guess, some one had beaten us to it. 

There was a peeping tom already there, glued to the window, and do you know, he was playing with himself as he watched.

So we didn't get to catch Maurice at it as we had to make a hurried retreat.

Oh God, I wonder who the peeping tom was and how did he know Maurice would be there with his fancy woman."

Getting to his feet, Robbie gasped. "I know who your peeping tom is." 

"What? How can you know who it was, you weren't there."

"No, I wasn't there, but I do know who he is. 

The man you saw was none other than Mr Poole the bank manager and the woman Maurice was screwing was his wife, Mrs Poole."

Lisa just stood there gobsmacked and looking completely bemused.

"But, how do you know that, how could you possibly know that?"

Exhilarated, Robbie smiled, as he replied. "Well, you're not going to believe this, but...."



The BnS Ball



Charlie cast her eye around the crowd as she nodded methodically to a bloke trying his best to gain her attention. She took a swig of her rum can as her eyes came to rest on a figure at the back of the shed that housed the band.

He was here.

She wrapped her arm around her body as the intruding man to her right droned on. Cursing her decision to wear the little red dress she had purchased. This wasn't the first bloke she had to tactfully turn away. She had purposefully bought the dress a size smaller than that which she usually wore. The way it clung tightly to the curves of her body left little to the imagination. She'd chosen it because she knew he would be here. She knew he couldn't resist a ball. 

The lure of good music, good mates, sweet rum and the opportunity of a carefree fuck bought the country men swarming from all over Australia. She'd caught glimpses of him through the crowd, but for the most part of the night his time was monopolized by a short bloke with a thick black mullet and a tall lanky red head. They bounced and leapt around his heels spitting food dye and throwing rum.

At that moment his sexy blue eyed gaze met her own from under the brim of his old bashed hat. Eyes unmistakably smoldering as they roved over her body. She dropped her arm, running her hand over her hip to smooth the dress and took a quick swig of rum. Her resolve now set.

This time she would concur this man, she'd make damn sure of that. She turned on the heel of her old wrangler boots and left the ball, left the thumping music and it's accompanying crowd and made her way back to her ute.

**********

Luke stood with his back to the wall of the shed. A mix of rum and food dye dripping from his old worn out akubra hat. He'd been watching Charlie all evening. Of course he knew who she was; they'd been to many of the same balls before. But tonight, man tonight she looked stunning. Every red blooded blokes fantasy in that thin material number barely fit to be called a dress.

He'd watched her talking, laughing easily with her friends. Completely unable to tear his eyes away from the contours of that body. The fabric rudely obstructing his view left little to the imagination. Just enough to tease him, make him want more. It had one of those low cut necklines, one of those fancy ones that showed off the silken flesh between a woman's breasts. A place Beautifully crafted for a man to rest his head. He followed the dress down over her slender body, wishing like hell his hands could make that journey. Down over her hips to where the fabric ended mid thigh. From there her strong tanned legs took over, muscled from work. 

Damn, how he wanted them wrapped around him. How he wanted her wrapped around him. Her sweet groans and sighs clouding his mind as took them both higher.

But now she was gone. 

He skulled back the last of his can and threw it at the 44. Gallon drum, a makeshift bin. 

How dare she walk away after that, he thought, Christ didn't she know what she'd done to him? 

As he strode towards the exit jhonno, his longtime mate tackled him from the side. 

'Oi! Where ya goin'?' jhonno yelled over the music. Luke shrugged him off with a playful upper cut to the ribs.

'I'll catch up with ya later'. With that he left the ball in search of the siren in the red dress...

*********

Charlie lugged her swag out of her old red Holden ute. Tugging at it furiously as it jammed against her esky; cans sloshing around with the ice inside. A stick cracked underfoot somewhere in the darkness alerting her she wasn't alone. She turned to see luke's six foot four figure standing a few meters from her on the other side of the campfire. 

'ah shit Luke, you scared the heck outta me', she murmured as she turned back to the tailgate of her ute and dug into her esky. 'want a can?'

Luke kicked at a burning log in the fire. The force sending tiny glowing sparks dancing up into the night sky. He nodded when she turned back and threw the can over to him. Cracking open the top he took a long swig. The ice cold liquid doing nothing to extinguish the fire in his belly. He watched as she sat herself down on the edge of the tailgate. Crossing those marvelous legs at her ankles and tugging self consciously at the hemline of her dress.

His mind raced as his eyes trailed the expanse of her legs, lit beautifully by the flickering light of the fire. Oh what he'd give to run his fingers over her thighs; part them with his knee. It took every ounce of strength he had not to leap over the fire and drag her back to his swag caveman style. 

She looked up at him then and smiled. Hell, smiled isn't even the word to use. She melted him there and then. Any thoughts he'd had about leaving her and heading back to the ball alone all shot to hell. He didn't just want Charlie, he had a carnal need to claim her tonight.

She sipped at her can nervously. There was no denying her intentions of leaving the ball. She had hoped he would follow, not quite believing he would. Now she had no idea what to do. Why hadn't he said anything? Was he just going to stand there? She tried her best to make polite conversation. 

'Not a bad ball' she spoke. 'a really good band too this year'. 

He cleared his throat. 'yea one of the better ones'.

She nodded, fidgeting with the ring pull on her can.

'why'd you leave?' his question surprised her. She smiled.

'was a bit tired' she lied faking a yawn to make a point. 

'I can go If I'm keeping you up' he replied. Painfully aware she was keeping him "up" in many ways. 

She ran her hand down her leg brushing off some ash that landed there. If he didn't know any better he'd have sworn she was trying to tease him.

'nah it's ok, one last beer won't hurt' she smiled.

She watched him from across the fire, wondering what he was thinking. It wasn't possible for a man to look any more desirable than he did right now. His strong jaw, clean shaven earlier now had the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow. His white tailored shirt browned with rum and patches of red and blue dye fit his large frame well, accentuating his broad shoulders. Her fingers itched to undo the buttons that ran down the front ending neatly at his black dress pants. Her eyes took a quick survey of his groin. How she wondered what lay beneath. She watched him curiously as he kicked at the dirt with the toe of his boot, unaware of her gaze. Despite the warmth of the fire and the warmth growing between her legs Charlie was beginning to feel the cool of the night air. She stood. Not minding that her dress rose slightly up her thighs. A movement that hadn't escaped Luke's attention. She smiled to herself as she watched him shift uncomfortably on the spot. Not sure if it was bravery or the alcohol Charlie reached up and ran her fingers through her hair. The movement causing the dress to rise up further. 

Luke cleared his throat and swallowed hard. The dress had slid a good two inches up revealing more of that tanned expanse of skin. His pants began to tighten as his thoughts started to race. He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his short dark hair, frustration getting the better of him as he slammed the hat back on his head. It was at that moment she threw him a coy smile. He needed no other confirmation she was as frustrated as he was. He covered the space between them in less than a second, throwing his can at the fire as he went. The flames hissed and roared behind him.

Luke's sudden approach forced Charlie back up against the rear panel of her ute. He cornered her there, his hands resting on the cold steel either side of her body. Excitement ripped through her at the sudden intimacy of their closeness. The smell of rum, smoke and Luke's musky masculine scent intoxicating her senses.

Cautiously she placed her hands in the middle of his chest and tried to push him slightly away. The move only causing him to push further into her, pinning her to the steel. Looking up at him she saw desire grip his features as her hands slowly slid upward, over his hardened chest to grip the collar of his shirt. He bent his head slightly to the side watching her intently. She knew it was a game in an instant. If she wanted him she had to close the distance between them. Licking dry lips she began to rise on the tips if her toes as she pulled him down to her awaiting mouth. He complied, brushing his lips lightly across hers and back over to her jaw where he stilled, breathing in the scent of the woman that would be his tonight. 

She tugged once again on the collar of his shirt snapping him out of his thoughts, guiding his lips back to hers. She kissed him hard. Mouth to mouth, breath for ragged breath. He held his composure. Until that is, she parted his lips with her hot little tongue deepening the kiss further. He lost it then. Gave into the carnal feelings snarling within. He needed this woman more than he needed air. 

His hand left the side of the ute traveling the full length of her body and back up to where they rested against her jawline. Holding her still so he could slowly plunder her mouth. 

Charlie's body rippled with excitement as his tongue expertly explored the delicate heat of her mouth. She pressed her hip into the hardness of his groin, swaying against him seductively. He broke the kiss with a low growl. One hard thrust pinning her back to the ute again. His solid erection an unspoken warning of what she was playing with. She shuddered at the hard heat pressing against her stomach. Relentlessly he nipped, licked and sucked his way down her jawline to the base of her throat. Callused hands memorizing the shape of her curves. She wound one hand around his neck and used the other to remove his hat, placing it onto her own head.

'you wear the hat, you wear the cowboy' he mumbled, his voice muffled by her silken neck.

Her only reply was a drawn out 'mmm' as his tongue ran slowly along her collar bone to her shoulder. His hand travelled down to cup her tight little ass. One quick squeeze, barely satisfying, and it traveled down further over those strong tanned legs he had been dying to touch. As his fingers delicately traced the contours of her thighs he memorized the silky smooth skin, puckered lightly in goosebumps. He hooked his hand around the back of her knee and pulled it up to his hip. She wrapped it tightly around him, pulling his erection into alignment of her own heated core. Just a few layers of material kept her from what she really wanted.

His hard throbbing cock burried deep inside her.

He tenderly eased the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and tugged the material down. Awe washed over him as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts popped free from the fabric, exposed and swollen in the night air. Her creamy mounds tipped deliciously with two perfectly pink swollen nipples. 

He cupped one as he smiled down at her, licking his lips. She arched her body into him further, he knew what she wanted. He bent drawing a perfecty hard bud into his mouth, sucking slowly as his thumb strummed the other. She moaned quietly as his mouth closed over her, sucking feverishly, gasping as his tongue flicked her deeper into submission over and over again. Mad with hunger she took his face in her hands. Kissing him tenderly, almost pleading as she took his hand and slid it down her body to where she desperately needed it most. 

He smiled triumphantly against her lips as his fingers reached the hem of her dress, tickling the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He kept it there. With each ragged breath he slowly caressed her thigh higher and higher, until he stopped and dropped it back to the hem again.

'please' she begged against his lips. 

Smiling again his mouth claimed hers feverishly as his fingers trailed the remaining distance up the inside of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her before he reached the lining of her panties. Brushing his knuckles against the damp material that encased her womanhood, marveling at her obvious desire for him. She wriggled against him. Parting her legs wider she smiled seductively up at him, her blue eyes almost daring. He cupped her hot, wet mound in his hand and pressed his palm against her. She bucked wildly against his palm, moaning her delight into his shoulder. Her breath coming in rapid little bursts as he pressed into her harder. She whimpered when he removed his hand. Sure she would die if he didn't touch her again, give her the release she so desperately Needed. He lowered her leg and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties. Slowly dragging them down her legs, kneeling before her to get them off over her boots. 

He stilled, looking up at the woman before him. Awash in the glow of the flickering fire, breasts free and exposed, her hair wildly draped over her shoulder, looking like sex on legs in HIS hat. She looked down at him curiously through hooded eyes as he drank in his fill. 

Damn. Her legs went on for miles before him as he sat back on his hunches and studied them slowly.

God she was beautiful.

Charlie was panting as she looked down at luke. His eyes surveying her body made her feel self conscious yet exhilarated at the same time. His expression giving nothing away. He lifted his hand to caress her calf muscle, slowly rubbing it as he looked up at her. Her heart skipped. The urge to break his gaze was strong but for the life of her she couldn't. Leaning in he gently placed a kiss on her thigh, just above her knee. She parted her legs slightly, holding his gaze as she did so. He made a low gravely sound before placing another kiss further up her thigh. 

She had to admit looking down at this man on his knees before her was easily the sexiest image she had ever seen. Even in her wildest fantasies this image would never have been as good. As he ran his hand up her leg he looked up at her and grinned before placing another kiss just below the hemline of her dress. Tingles began to engulf her, starting at her toes and ending with an electric jolt at the swollen bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs. Both hands on her legs he used his thumbs to slide the hem higher on her hips exposing her pussy to the light of the fire. 

God damn, he thought as he drank in the skin he had just exposed. She was bare, waxed and perfect before him. She smiled down at him shyly as a dusty shade of pink began to seep into her cheeks, even in this light he could see that. 

'your beautiful charlie' he whispered 'so, so beautiful'.

Her scent swirled, fogging his mind. Never had a woman smelled so inviting. He hooked his hand behind her knee again, lifting her leg and resting it over his shoulder as he kissed and nipped the rest of the way to her hot little pussy. With each hiss and sigh she made his anticipation grew; as did the pain hardening in his groin. 

Carefully he parted her lips with his tongue. The sensation sending shivers throughout Charlie's body. She leaned back against the cold steel of the ute, gripping the metal as his tongue delved inside her again. As he licked and sucked expertly she could feel herself catapulting closer to release. When his mouth closed over her clit and sucked hard she let her head fall back in ecstasy. Forgetting the very public setting in which they were she let out a loud yelp. He bit down lightly on the hard little bud and flicked his tongue over the tip until Charlie was sure she couldn't take any more. He took her down slowly with long luxurious strokes. She was desperate to have him inside her, any part of him, she didn't care she just needed to be filled. Used. Satisfied by this man. 

'Luke please' she moaned between gasps 'please fuck me'.

He tore his mouth away from her and replaced it with his thumb. He toyed with her clit in slow excruciating circles as he looked up at her, marveling at the wonton beauty of the woman he was controlling. With each new movement of his thumb he could make her gasp or moan in just the way he liked. She was his puppet and he was going to make the most of it. 

'say it again' he demanded, rubbing his thumb the full length of her crevice.

She hissed, shaking against him. 

'please Luke. F-fuck me please'

He slid his thumb back towards her hot dripping hole, circling it slowly.

'how bad do you want it?' he drawled.

She opened her eyes, looking down at him, moving her hips to try and slip onto his teasing thumb. With each time she tried he would move with her, keeping what she wanted just out of reach.

'so bad luke, I need you s-so bad. Please'.

With that he dropped his hand and rose to his feet, tugging at his belt buckle as he went. Feeling suddenly alone Charlie reached for his shirt, she wanted him as naked as she was. The buttons were so damn stubborn and in her current state Charlie couldn't tame them. She opted instead to lean down, tearing the first one off with her teeth. As she spat the button to the ground she ripped the fabric as hard as she could, sending buttons flying. Luke looked up from his task of freeing his fly and laughed. 

Charlie leaned back and surveyed her handiwork. There he stood, his tanned chest bare for her to see, thin tufts of hair wound their way from his belly button down into the band of his pants. She stretched out her fingertips and splayed them across his abdomen. Hard muscles bunched and tensed under her hand. He stopped moving and watched her with interest as she ran her fingers further south, hooking her index finger into the band of his shorts. She slowly ran a finger from side to side, one hip to the other before slipping it inside to caress the tip of his pulsing cock.

Her touch was more than he could take and in one quick movement he shoved his remaining clothes down and pushed her hard up against the ute again. He kissed her the exact way he intended to screw her, hard, furiously. Tongues mating, teasing. She whimpered beneath him, moaning and grasping at his ass trying to pull him closer. His hands were everywhere. Clutching her ass, tweaking her nipples, grasping at her hips before sliding down her leg and pulling it up to rest on his hip once again. With every intention of plowing into her hot little pussy he positioned his throbbing cock at her centre, but before he slammed it home he tore away from their kiss to watch her. His intention to impale her quickly fading away. She clung to him panting, eyes closed, puffy pink lips parted. His intentions replaced by a need to see more than shock and release wash over her, he wanted to see wonder, adoration and satisfaction all in one.

Slowly he pushed into her. She was tighter than he could ever have hoped. Hotter than he dared imagine, wetter. As her body moulded to fit him he watched the raw emotion flicker across her face; Ecstasy, wonder, need, and something more. Always more. When she had adjusted to his size and he'd drank his fill he thrust deeper. Fully impaled on him he stilled them both, enjoying the feel of her adjusting around him.

As he began to thrust Charlie closed her eyes, hugging into his neck. His cock fit her beautifully. Thick and long it filled her, so much so she could feel it throbbing. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he began to slam into her harder. With one hand wrapped around her waist pulling her close, holding her steady, the other under her knee at his hip he fucked her. Charlie buried her face deeper into his neck as an intense orgasm threatened. She bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure rose. The pain she inflicted spurring him on. He bucked harder against her, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her then slamming it home again. As he felt himself begin to unravel he slipped his hand between them and rubbed her clit, determined to take her over the edge with him. Her cries intensified, moans, gasps, sighs came quickly, as one and just as he blew his hot seed into her she came crashing around him. Her spasming inner muscles milking him dry. In a matter of seconds he had nothing left to give, she had hungrily taken it all. 




The BnS Ball



Heaving, gasping at the night air he stayed inside her a few moments. Thoroughly enjoying the feel of her muscles clenching every so often in the wake of her release. With his head resting atop hers in the darkness he caught his breath and looked back towards the distant lights of the ball. Suddenly realizing he was lost to this woman...



The Board



“The bastard! The rotten lousy bastard!” Ten years of marriage and he comes home and tells me he’s in love! Not with me, of course, but some slut in his office.

Do you know, he even cried: “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, but this is the real thing, sob, sob. I’ve got to with her, sob, sob.”

He’d been with her all right. All those “Working late at the office, darling” nights. At least that was true, he’d been working, but not office work unless humping some woman on the office carpet passes for “office work”. My God didn’t he work! Slinking home at one in the morning! There’s devotion to the job for you.

“I’ll see you right, Ellie,” he whimpered. God he was a pathetic sight, and I’d make sure he’d see me “right”. Ten years of fidelity, keeping his home nice for him, opening my legs for him two or three times a week – not that there’d been much of that the past few months – and doing accountancy work for him at home. Oh yes, he’d see me right, the shit. Among other things I knew where the money was hidden away from the tax man, so he’d “see me right”, or else….

He was at least smart enough to know that if we went to the court for a settlement I’d take him to the cleaners. He’d be lucky to have a pair of underpants to wear when I’d done with him. So he settled nice and quietly. I’d always wanted children but we hadn’t managed it. Now I was glad we hadn’t.

He got the house and I got a nice pile of money and the beach cottage. I rented a nice place in town and contemplated offering my accountancy skills around, but decided to hold off for a while. Instead I took a run down to the cottage.

It’s a lovely little place about a hundred kilometres from the city, and still rather isolated. It had been a fisherman’s cottage, probably about a hundred and twenty years old. We heard about it being for sale because the last fisherman to occupy it had died and none of his relatives wanted it. 

Mind you, I didn’t blame them. When we first saw the place it looked neglected and a bit tumbledown, but I’ve got an eye for that sort of thing and could see what it might be. So, a few thousand dollars later we had what people call, “A charming seaside cottage.” Very quaint but I also made sure the quaintness included all the Mod. Cons.

Some of the guests who had been with us over the years said they found the place a bit spooky. It didn’t affect me that way, but I heard from one of the locals that there was supposed to be a ghost haunting the place. Something about a young fisherman who had been in love with a girl and she went and married someone else with more money, so he hung himself from one of the beams that spans what we called “The Lounge.”

Prior to my going down to the cottage I had been so busy moving and organising my new life I had hardly time to draw a breath. Now, arriving at the cottage, everything seemed to come to a screaming halt. For the first time since Alec told me he was leaving me, I broke down and cried. As they used to say, “I let it all hang out.” I not only cried, I screamed, raged and cursed Alec to hell. After that I felt a bit better.

I had arrived mid afternoon and just at dusk I decided on a short walk along the beach. The tide was out and as the light faded little seashore birds skittered about seeking their prey and a couple of pelicans did a lumbering take-off to some night roosting place. 

As I turned back towards the cottage the light had virtually gone and looking towards the cottage I thought I saw it ringed with an aura of light. I stopped and stared for a moment, wondering if I was hallucinating. I closed my eyes and shook my head, and when I opened then again the light had gone. 

“You’re seeing things, Ellie my girl,” I told myself. “Must be all the emotional strain you’ve been under.”

I approached the cottage and for the first time experienced what others had called, “A spooky feeling.” This feeling was intensified when I saw a flash of lightening far out to sea. For some reason I felt apprehensive and hesitated to enter the cottage.

“Stop being so bloody stupid,” I told myself. “It was just lightening. There’ll probably be a storm tonight.”

I pulled myself together and entered the cottage, making sure I switched on plenty of lights. I hadn’t eaten so I set about preparing a meal. As I performed this commonplace task, I got the distinct impression I was being watched. I kept telling myself not to be so stupid, but never the less kept looking around to see if anyone was there. Of course, there wasn’t.

It was late when I finished eating and clearing away, so I decided on bed and a book. 

The section of the book I was reading proved to be very erotic. Given that I had not had sexual intercourse for some time, certainly not since Alec went cold on me about three months before he left, it was hardly surprising I got that little throbbing feeling in my clitoris.

Even when I was having regular sex with Alec I loved to masturbate. One of my favourite techniques is to start by tweaking and pinching my large nipples. The touch on my nipples causes a sensation in my genital area and starts my juices flowing. I have large nipples and for that matter large breasts. 

I then lie on the bed on my back in a reclined position. My legs are spread very wide and I massage with my second, third and fourth fingers making sure to get my clitoris nice and lubricated with my vaginal juices. 

While massaging my clitoris in a circular motion and moving my hips to meet each stroke, I am simultaneously sucking and biting my nipples and fantasising. As my nipples get larger and harder, my clitoris gets larger and longer with increased sensitivity. As I feel the wave of the orgasm building harder I hold my breath and I have an intense ejaculating orgasm. 

I put aside my book and began to gratify myself. I can clearly recall my fantasy. I had been abducted by four handsome youths. They had tied me down on a bed and as I lay helpless they enjoyed my body. It was their fingers in my vagina, their lips and teeth biting my nipples, and although they were raping me, I was revelling in it.

I like to hang back from orgasm for as long as possible, and it must have been for about ten minutes that I was lost in my paradise of surrender when I suddenly felt dragged out of my sexual Eden. Someone was watching me again.

I lay, my fingers still in my vagina, hand on my breast, but unmoving. I looked around the room. There was nothing – no one. I whispered apprehensively, “Is anyone here?”

There was no answer, but I heard what sounded like a rustle and a sigh. For a moment I think I was paralysed with fright, but an even bigger fright overtook me. Through the window I saw a nearby flash of lightening followed almost immediately by an immense clap of thunder.

The storm that had been creeping in from the sea had arrived and it seemed in an instant the wind sprang up into a howling gale, and rain lashed down on the cottage roof.
Lightening and thunder followed in quick succession, shaking the cottage as if it would carry it away in the shrieking wind.

I lay still for a while, telling myself that my previous idea that I was being watched and the rustling sound and sigh, had been the first touch of the storm round the cottage.

While everything seemed to rage outside the cottage I recommenced my masturbating. Fantasy returned to me, but it was not one fashioned by me this time. It seemed to somehow come to me from outside myself, unbidden, invading me.

The four youths had gone to be replaced by one. He was tall and dark and very handsome. I was no longer tied down, but still in a posture of surrender, open to my fantasy lover. 

At first he stood beside the bed, naked, an immense phallus, beautiful with a light brown shaft and a purple crown glistening with pre-cum, stood upright, engorged with blood and throbbing with every heart beat.

I entreated him, “Take my, my love, take me.”

At that moment, with the storm raging outside, a storm began to rage inside me. At first like the distant stroke of lightening and soft rumble of thunder I had seen and heard as I walked back to the cottage, my orgasm began as both threat and promise of exquisite pain and ecstasy.

My fantasy lover came between my legs but before the joy of penetration could occur, the full force of my orgasm struck with a power I had never felt before. I seemed to be discharging lubricant like a male ejaculation of sperm, and I screamed and writhed, wanting to stop but at the same time wanting the agony to go on forever.

Wave after wave of shaking orgasmic spasms shook me until I thought I might faint, but then the frenzy of my climax began to calm and as if in sympathy, the storm outside began to move away.

I was exhausted and despite the power of my experience, I felt that something was missing. I tried to determine what it was that left me with the vague sense of dissatisfaction, and then it hit me. Of course, my fantasy lover, for a moment he had seemed so real, more real than any of my previous fantasies.

In past masturbating I always knew my fantasies were fantasies, this time it had seemed real, and only at the point of penetration did that reality break down. I had so much wanted that penetration, so desired that large blood swollen organ to enter me, that now I felt it as a loss, a deprivation.

I was tempted to go straight to sleep, but I had made such a mess of myself and the bed I had to get up, change the lower sheet and take a shower.

As I returned to bed I felt the sense of being watched again, but this time I felt no apprehension. I told myself it was my imagination enhanced by the emotional turmoil of recent weeks, and the amazing reality of my phantom lover.

When I got into bed and had turned off the light, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke next morning I could here the sound of the breakers on the beach. “Tide’s in,” I thought. “I might do a bit of fishing from Annie Rocks.”

After the storm of the night before the morning was clear and bright, everything looking newly washed. I breakfasted and taking a hand fishing line and an old kitchen knife I made my way to Annie Rocks, a sort of rocky ledge jutting out a little into the sea, with deep water on three sides when the tide is in.

In fact the tide was beginning to recede, but I knew I could get in a couple of hours fishing before it had ebbed too far out.

Using the knife, I prised clams off the rocks to use as bait. I twirled the line three of four times then let it go to splash out some distance into the water. 

Annie Rocks was the only place near the house convenient to fish from, but past experience had taught me that the fishing was more an exercise in optimism than the reality of catching anything. It was therefore with delighted amazement that after the line had been in the water for only a couple of minutes, it started to indicate with spasmodic jerks that something was on the hook.

I hauled in, and I’d caught a beauty. I took it off the hook, rebaited and cast out again. Another few minutes and I hauled in another fish. 

I looked out to sea where, at a little distance for the shore, two or three small boats were anchored, their occupants fishing. It was hard to see properly, but there were no signs that they were catching anything.

After about twenty minutes I had caught four fish, and decided to call a halt. “No point in catching more,” I thought, “there’s only one person to eat them.”

I wound up my line and stretched out for a while on the rock, dozing in the sun. In that half awake half asleep manner a mental image of my phantom lover of the night before hovered in my mind. “If only…if only…”

The vision of my lover intensified and I jerked awake. “Dreaming the impossible dream, Ellie,” I scolded myself.

I gathered my catch and line and made my way back to the cottage, and then it was cleaning and filleting the fish, three to be put into the freezer and one for the evening meal.

In the afternoon I decided to have a bit of a clear up round the cottage. All sorts of things had accrued in drawers and cupboards over the years. I sometimes have the strong impression that they breed while we aren’t watching them.

Once I started I got a little tearful as I saw things that reminded me of the times Alec and I had been here together. The old teapot with the broken spout that was always going to be mended one day but never was. A broken fishing rod from the time Alec caught a “whopper” and he refused to cut the line.

I came across the old ouija board that we had had fun with when we’d had guests at the cottage. At least, we’d had fun until one oversensitive female guest became hysterical and started to see spirits all around her.  “We’ve called up Satan” she screamed. It took us nearly half a bottle of another sort of spirits to calm her. After that we never used the board again.

I sorted things out, some went into a big plastic garbage bag for disposal at the dump some four kilometres down the road, and the rest was tidied away. 

I always find it a bit of a bore cooking just for me, but having, like some skin clad female of Stone Age times, caught my own supper, I was not going to pass up on it. So prepare and cook I did.

It was getting dark when I finished eating and clearing up, and seeing it was such a calm and tranquil evening, I sat on the small veranda for half an hour, listening to the distance hiss of little wavelets on sand and watching the occasional swoop of a bat in search of its supper – or would it be breakfast for a bat?

Going inside I noticed I had left the ouija board out, so placing it on a table I got a glass and putting it on the board, sat with my finger on the upturned glass. I wasn’t sure if the thing was supposed to work with only one person using it. In any case, I’d never believed it worked. It was just a bit of fun, and I accepted that one of the participants was pushing the glass, but pretending not to.

After a while I started to slide the glass over the board without thought of asking a question. About half a minute of doing this and I began to feel as if I was being watched again. I stopped pushing the glass and I glanced round the room. There was no one, yet I felt a presence intensely. Perhaps our hysterical guest had been correct, and you could actually call up something with the board, but what?

I gave myself a mental shake and told myself not to be silly. I was letting my imagination run away with me.

I decided to put the board away, but before I could do so, a voice behind me said, “You’ve come to me at last, Ellie.”

I whirled round, and standing there was a tall young man. 

I am not sure now whether I wanted to scream with fright or protest at him entering my cottage uninvited. Perhaps I was about to do both, but I suddenly felt a wave of tranquillity pass over me. I had no fear of him, and he had a perfect right to be in the cottage. I had no need to ask how he knew my name; of course he knew it, as I knew his, Aaron. 

“Yes, darling,” I said, “I’ve come to you at last.”

Not only was he tall, but also very powerfully built in a beautifully proportioned way. His complexion was dark, and he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. 

“It has been a very long time, Ellie,” he said.

“Yes darling,  too long a time.”

I moved to him and putting my arms round him, stretched up to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm and as I opened my mouth his tongue flickered in and quickly we were almost eating each other. 

I was rotating my hips, grinding my lower belly against his crotch, and I could feel his hard manhood pressing against me.

“Take me to bed, darling, I whispered.”

He swept me up into his arms without a word, and carried me to the bedroom. He undressed me very tenderly as if relishing every new exposure of my body.

When he had done, and I was completely naked, I began to undress him. He was clad only in shirt and trousers, but the trousers especially seemed somehow out of date.  Instead of a zip fastener they had buttons and the cloth was rough and heavy. 

Standing before me naked, I could see his massive penis, hard and throbbing at my touch; then I knew; he was my phantom lover of the previous night.

Still standing I touched the crown of his penis with my fingers letting them become wet with his pre-cum. Then I put my fingers into my mouth to taste him. 

As if by some reciprocal agreement his fingers touched my vagina, letting them soak for a moment in my lubricant, and then placing them in his mouth as he tasted me. Then we kissed as if to mingle our fluids in each other’s mouths.

I was lifted on to the bed and he knelt beside me. His hands began to explore me. They were large and well shaped hands, and amazingly gentle in their touch. He began with my hair, running his fingers through it then traced the shape of my face rather like a blind man. At one point he bent to kiss my lips, not in wild passion but very softly.

We seemed to be in no hurry and Aaron’s hands continued to explore my body almost as an act of reverence, as if I were some sort of holy place.

He cupped both my breast, then leaned over to kiss my nipples. His eyes seemed to look deep into me as if he would penetrate my very soul. 

I reached out and took his penis into my hand and began to flip the foreskin over the crown, and for the first time he gave a groan of pleasure.

I had to release his organ as he put his hands under my buttocks and with seeming ease raised them up so my vagina was exposed and elevated, then he bent forwards to kiss it, his tongue exploring my entrance, then licking my clitoris.

“Oh my dear love,” I whispered, “Won’t you take me now? We’ve waited so long.”

I felt him open my legs and come between them. I reached down and felt his crown as it probed to enter me. Its size seemed immense, yet I felt no fear; I knew he would never hurt me.

I was soaked with lubricant and he slid into me easily and groaned, “Oh my dear love. I’ve waited all these years for you.”

I felt him penetrate into my depths, the thickness of his sexual organ pressing against my vaginal walls. I gripped him with my vaginal muscle, and this elicited another groan of ecstasy from him.

He began to move in me, and just as he had explored my body slowly and reverently, so his movements were slow, as if he wanted to relish every stroke.

I felt the vibration of my approaching orgasm and was fearful of its potential power. Aaron was moving faster and more deliberately now, and I knew we were going to come together. I wanted to beg him not to make me orgasm, not to unleash that agonising and delicious pain in me, but no words would come, and I was chiming in with his rhythm.

It was almost upon me and Aaron gave a mighty thrust heralding his ejaculation.

I was crying out, “Oh my God, my God, spear me to the heart my dear love…”

I woke with a jarring start, my head hanging down as I sat in the chair, my hand still on the glass. Oh, dear God, I’d fallen asleep. There had been no Aaron, no reverential love, no coming orgasm, and yet….

I could feel the warm wet discomfort in my panties and between my thighs. I was still in a state of extreme sexual arousal. I fled to the bedroom and masturbated, weeping as I did so for my lost Aaron.

I ended my mad self-relief, but was not relieved. I descended into a pit of self-pity berating myself, my deserting husband and the universe for my wretched state. I asked a question that millions must have asked over the centuries; “Why have we been given such powerful emotions, and then are denied their fulfilment?”

A quotation came into my head from high school days. We had battled our way through Shakespeare’s play, “King Lear”. I think I found it dreary at the time, but now words came back to me; “As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.”




The Board



I have this fantasy. I revisit it a lot. It never fails to arouse me to the point where I am frantic for it. 

*

In my fantasy I and a large group of horny, hard, lecherous men play a board game. And I'm the board. I imagine it a lot like the drinking game Kings Cup. The deck of cards is laid out face down on the table, scrambled about, and each has a task assigned to it. For example, if a man turns over a two, I jack off him and a friend of his choice simultaneously. If a man turns over a five, he gets to fuck my cleavage. If a man picks up an eight, he gets to lick me out. And if a man gets a King, he can fuck me. 

The game teases me and it teases them. They'll all be desperate for it, for me, the twenty-three year old girl who has never done anything beyond what I consider vanilla one-partner sex. Life has always gotten in the way of doing anything drastic like my acting out my fantasies. However, that's going to change. 

There's this guy, I know, Kevin. He's a friend of a friend's guy friend. He's always wanted me, hasn't tried to hide it. He's sent me pictures of his cock and text messages of all the things he wants to do to me. Kevin's not attractive in the least, he acts really pervy around girls and they tend to steer clear of him. 

I've gotten sick of fantasizing, of watching clips on the internet. I've finally pulled the courage out of god knows where to actually do something about this fantasy of mine. I power up my computer and without letting myself think about it quickly type a reply to one of Kevin's texs. I explain my fantasy to him and tell him I wish to fulfil it. 

Kevin replies with a text message. 'That's fucking hot I'm so fucking hard right now' Kevin texts me.

My pussy grows wet as I type in my reply.

'Would you be interested in helping my fantasy come true?' 

'Fuck yes!' 

'Do you know of any other guys who would be interested? I don't care what they look like or how old they are, as long as they're twenty-one or older.' 

'Hell yeah. How many guys were you thinking?'

'Between six and eighteen?'

'I don't know that many personally. But there's this website I know where guys talk about wanting to do this kind of stuff. Would you be okay with it if I sent them your email and ask if they were interested?'

The thought that I am actually going to go through with this is completely turning me on.

God I'm so wet now, my face is blushing.

'Yes.'

'God I can't fucking wait to fuck you,' he texts.

'I have three conditions though.' I add quickly, 'It's follow these rules, or get nothing at all. Okay?'

'Sure.'

'Number one is no anal. I know you guys are really into that. But it actually doesn't feel good from our end.'

After a pause, he replies, 'Okay.'

'The second part is an ultimatum. Either there will be no filming and no photos, or, you can film and take photos and even post on the internet if you want. But I will need to wear a mask so I won't be recognised by anyone I know. I don't want to lose my job if the wrong person finds them.'

'What kind of mask?'

'I've got a lace masquerade mask from New Years, it only covers my eyes.'

'And we can take photos and film everything? Film you?'

'Yes' God I'm so fucking turned on.

'Shit, I'll ask the guys, but I'm pretty sure we'll go with option two.'

'Okay and lastly I want every guy to go through an STD check, because this is a strictly no condom party.'

'God fuck yes!'

I purposefully arrive twenty minutes late to Kevin's place. There are cars everywhere, and it sends a thrill through me. I'm really doing this. 

I lower down my mirror and put on my mask. As promised, it only covers my eyes with holes cut in so I can see. Just enough to give reasonable doubt in case anyone I knew should ever find online photos or videos of what I was about to do. I had put on eye liner and mascara so that my eyes looked dark and sensual behind my mask.

I get out of my car and check my reflection in the window. I looked sexy. The tight black dress I'm wearing fits my hour glass figure perfectly.

I walk to Kevin's front door and knock. Kevin answers it and swears when he sees me. 

'You're fucking hot,' Kevin's eyes scanned me up and down. I'm thrilled by his response.

'I hope you have a deck of cards?' I ask.

He smiles and leads me inside. The men are seated in the living room. I did a quick count - fourteen. A lot of them are a good five to ten years older than me, and some of them possibly older than that. The older ones are probably from the website. I get turned on at the thought of how most of these guys go online and talk about fantasies like this, and that they have dreamt of just this kind of situation with someone like me. I was going to fulfill their fantasies too. 

There's a small coffee table in front of the men, with cards already faced down and scattered about. 

'Fuck,' one of them exclaims 'I didn't realise she would be this hot.'

'I can't believe this is happening,' another says.

'We came up with the rules, are these okay?' Kevin asks, and hands me a piece of paper.

I read through them and feel myself blush. My pussy grows hot with my arousal.

'Perfect,' I smile.

'Okay, one second and we'll start,' Kevin hurries over to a camera on a tripod I hadn't noticed. It faces the group of them around the table. Kevin presses a button and sits down. I assume he has started recording.

I step in front of the camera and remove my dress, revealing my matching black lace bra and panties, and I sit down on the vacant chair that had been left for me. 

Kevin picks the first card and reads the rule.

'Touch whatever part of the Board you like for 10 minutes,' he reads out loud.

He waves me over. Heart thundering, I walk over to him. He stands up, reaches around me, and unclasps my bra, tossing it aside. Immediately the other men bring out their phone cameras. Kevin cups my breasts and squeezes them. He rubs his finger tips over my nipples and they harden.

Then he stops and turns me around to face the men. He grasps my hips and slowly slides my panties down to the floor. There are an overwhelming amount of clicks from camera phones.

I feel my pussy begin to leak juices. My inner thighs are wet.

'Sit in your chair,' Kevin dictates and I obey. 'Spread your legs wide and show us all what you're offering up to us on a fucking plate. Show us your cunt.' 

I spread my legs wide. The men are staring at my crotch and rubbing their dicks. I'm so turned on. This is really happening. I'm letting a group of men take photos of my exposed pussy. Not only that, but I'm spreading it open for them, exposing my stiff clitoris and my fattened labia and the hint of my vagina, waiting, expecting.. . One man scoots closer to my chair. He places his phone about an inch from my pussy and takes a photo. 

'Now come over here and sit in my lap,' Kevin instructs 'I'm going to touch you.'

I sit in his lap. He spreads my legs wide open like before, then slowly slides his fingers down my stomach to my pussy. He rubs the tip of his finger against my clitoris and I gasp. He begins to draw circles on it, over and over and over. I whimper. He slides his fingers down from my clitoris and circles the outside of my entrance. I moan. 

'She's soaking wet,' Kevin tells the men who are ferociously snapping photos or filming. A couple of them have moved closer like the first man, taking close up shots. 

'Yes! Blow job from the board.' 

A man stands and walks over to me. He unzips his fly and takes out his cock. It stands straight and hard, and it points straight at my face. 

I lean forward and lick the tip. I wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue around, tasting the salt and musk. Kevin rubs my clitoris with one hand and slowly pushes his finger inside my pussy with the other. I moan around the cock in my mouth.

'Fucking hot slut sucking my cock,' the man groans above me.

I run my hands up and down his beer gut. They're so appreciative, so in awe of me. Yes they're degrading me and treating me like shit but that is the turn on as well. 

'My turn,' I hear someone else say.

I suck harder on the cock in my mouth. God I'm fucking loving this. I can see my juices all over Kevin's fingers. 

'Fuck between the board's thighs,' someone reads out. 

'Shit!' the guy above me growls.

I smile and laugh. I get up off of Kevin and walk around to the new player. He's older, like mid thirties. 

He turns me to face my audience. I pull my legs together and he pushes through my thighs from behind. The top of his cock skims my pussy lips as he thrusts back and forth. Now the men begin to argue about who is next.

'Such a fucking slut, want to fuck your cunt so bad,' the man behind me grunts.

The other men are too busy to notice that the man standing behind me and fucking my thighs has started to thrust higher. Instead of just skimming my pussy, now he's rubbing hard against it. My pussy juices are coating his cock. Oh god I want him inside me so much. I close my eyes and whimper. 

'You fucking want it, don't you,' he says. He stops rubbing and takes hold of my shoulders. I can feel him lining his cockhead up against my hole. I gasp.

Suddenly someone is yanking him away.

'Don't fuck up the game for the rest of us,' someone says.

'Yeah, fucking wanker-,' someone else interjects.

'Dude, she's so gone. Look at her, she was going to let him fuck her.' 

'Fuck she's completely out of it.' 

I smile at them and reach down between my legs to rub myself. 

'Fuck!,' someone exclaims. 

Another voice says, 'My turn-,' 

'Lap dance from the board,' says someone else. 

I jump on that man's lap and begin to gyrate. I dance as sensually and teasingly as possible. He extracts his cock from his trousers and begins to stroke it as he watches me. The temptation is too strong. I move my hips in slow circles and slowly descend lower and lower, closer to his erection. I feel the tip of his cock touch my pussy, and I teasingly arch my back up and away from it. I do this again and again. I want to make him frantic. 

'Lick out the board, fuck yes, come here you young fucking slut.' 

It's another of the older men, mid to late forties. He has a comb over. I sit back down in my chair. The man reaches out and spreads my legs wide open again. He leans forward and takes several long deep breaths, inhaling my scent.

'You smell so fucking good,' he leers and licks a long stripe up my pussy. 

I gasp.

He runs his tongue over my clitoris again and again and again, lapping at it. I cry out and grab his partially bald head. He sticks his tongue inside me and I buck. He scrapes his teeth along my clitoris, and my entire body tenses, locking up in pleasure. 

'Receive a blow job from the Board.' 

'Fuck you man, fucking eights.'

'Lie her down sideways across the chair,' someone instructs. 

In this position my arse is lifted up onto the armrest. The bald man spreads open my legs again and dives in.

I cry out once more.

The other man who had won the blow job approaches me. My head is dangling backward off the couch. He slides his cock inside and fucks my mouth. 

Oh my god it feels so good. 

'Fuck the Board's cleavage.' 

A man straddles my chest on the couch, brings my tits together and fucks into the little compressed space between. 

Oh god three men are taking their pleasure from me at the same time. The smell of sex is overwhelming. They are all around me, all wanting me. I come and come and come, my hips pushed up into the air. The men cheer. 

Someone picks up a card and throws it aside. It looks like we aren't carrying on with the smaller actions now. So much for lap dances and hand jobs. 'Lick out the Board!' someone yells. 

The bald man sits back. His job is done anyway. When I see who is coming forward, I whimper. 

It's a man who is at least in his sixties. He has a coarse, full thick beard. Some of it stained with tobacco. He presses his face into my pussy and rubs. His tongue flicks over my clitoris again and again and again; His coarse hairs in his beard rubbing against my open vulva -- my clitoris, my labia, my opening. His beard gets soaked with my juices.

The old man mumbles something, growling against my pussy and grunting. God that beard rubbing is such a turn on. The man who is fucking my mouth pulls out and spurts his fluid all over my neck and breasts. I love it, being marked and utterly used. 

The man thrusting between my breasts takes the opportunity to lift my head up so on every thrust up toward my face his cock brushes my lips. I poke my tongue out and lick the tip of his cock on the up thrusts. He groans and thrusts harder. I feel the old man's fat tongue push itself inside of me, and I arch my back to encourage his tongue to get even deeper inside me. 

'Come all over the Board's pussy,' someone reads. 

Another man appears beside the older one between my legs and jacks himself off as he watches. I groan at the thought of cum coating my pussy. The old man is tongue fucking me as deep and fast as he can, and I cry out in absolute pleasure. 

Suddenly the old man is yanked away and I feel a cock rest against my pussy and streams of cum hit my pussy lips. He rubs his cock all over my pussy, getting the cum all over my cunt. I want so much fucking more. The man between my breasts releases another load of cum on my breasts and stomach. 

The pussy-coater backs away and sits down. I bask in the feeling of being bathed in cum. I'm tainted and this is the proof.

'Fuck yes! I've got a fucking king!' 

The men groan at the other's good luck. The old man stands up and walks away as the king-holder approaches me. 

He's fat. I spread my legs. 

'Kevin, bring the camera over,' the man urges.

Kevin brings the camera. The man above me takes it and rests it against his eye. He has it gazing at my spread, swollen pussy. The man is naked, his fat almost overwhelming. His cock is in proportion, with some fucking girth and it's no small thing either. The sight of it both alarms me and excites me. Soon, very soon, this stiff flesh is going to be spreading me open.

'I'm gonna fuck your pussy,' he says to me, but yet he doesn't. 

He presses his cock against my pussy and rubs. He's teasing me. He wants me to beg for it. He rubs his cock in my juices. He stands above me, filming the way my greedy pussy tries to swallow his cock. 

'So god damn hot, such a fine fucking cunt,' he announces to our audience. 

He places the tip of his cock against my entrance and rubs circles around it. I whimper. 

'Please,' I beg. 'Do it.' 

He dips his finger in my juices and smirks. 

He pushes in the head, and I gasp. He begins to fuck me with just the head, in and out, in and out, teasing the hell out of me. 

'Oh god,' I gasp. 

Then in one strong thrust he pushes all of his fucking huge girth inside of me. I moan at the sharp, stretching sensations. I am so wet that he buries his cock with that one stab. He begins to pound me into the couch. It is rough, and it is dirty. His fat slaps against my thighs and my stomach. He grunts and wheezes from his efforts. I wrap my legs around whatever of him I can. 

He fucks me, one deep, driving thrust after another, and I grasp at the couch. My pussy stretched around his cock clings tightly to it. He grasps my hips and slams them against his. Forcing his cock as deep as he can on every thrust. I feel his balls against my asshole. I am so full of cock and I love it. Suddenly, quickly, I feel his cum filling me up with its liquid warmth. He stays inside me for a few seconds, then withdraws and slaps my pussy playfully with his cock before walking away. 

Just like that the game is over. The cards are forgotten and the men are approaching me hastily.

The bald man is back. He picks me up, presses me against the coffee table, and fucks up into me. Oh god it feels so good. His cock is smaller than the fat man, and his strokes churn through the added liquid of the fat man's cum. Another man straddles my face and fucks my mouth. I'm being filled from both ends, oh god I'm being filled from both ends. I am a whore. I am a complete and utter slut.

I climax long and hard. I black out, I thought only for a moment or two, but when I open my eyes, my mouth is full of cum and a different man is pounding my cunt with his cock. I think to myself, briefly, that I should make them stop. I was only supposed to actually have sex with four men, just the four kings. But it feels so good, my cunt greedily sucks at one cock after another, and it's making slurping noises as if to prove it. Oh god the sounds of sex, I could just close my eyes and lose myself. The man climaxes with a growling moan and a pulsing shaft, and another takes his place. 

This one is calling me a greedy cunt, calling me his slut, as he bites me, marking me as his possession, and I'm just lying here and meeting his thrusts with my own, using my hips to sink his cock even deeper. My cunt is on fire, oh my god. His cock moves in and out in frantic, hard jabs. It doesn't matter if he cums quickly or not. There will always be another man with a ready erection to refill me. 

'More! More!' I cry.

'Such a dirty whore. Letting me fuck you bare. You love my cock don't you, you love the way I'm pounding the shit out of you!'

He spits on me. He tells me to open my mouth and spits inside. I swallow. He grunts red faced graps my titties and bends down to suckle as he fucks me. I grasp under my knees and pull my legs as high and as wide as possible. The new angle allows him to slam his cock in much deeper forcing my cunt to spread wider around his fat cock. He groans and picks up the pace so that I am on the verge of coming again. He cums inside me and laughs as he walks away leaving me unsatisfied. 

Another man approaches. He picks me up and lies back, positioning me so I'm straddling him.

'Fuck yourself on my cock you greedy whore!' he commands.

I line up his cock and slowly push myself onto it until he's balls deep inside me. I undulate on him, scrubbing my inflamed pussy on his pubic bone as his hardness stretches me open, fills me, takes me. My tits bounce and spit and cum flies off them with the quick movements. I'm in heaven oh my god, I have never felt so full and yet I want more, so much fucking more. I roll my hips trying to push his cock in deeper and deeper. 

The man comes inside me and he pushes me off. He has used me. He has left his semen inside me, mixed in the hot soup of all the previous men. He has taken his pleasure in my body. 

Another man comes forward. He has a giant cock that makes me groan in anticipation. I want it so bad. He turns me onto my side, grabs my leg and rests it on his shoulder before he rests his cock against my hole and pushes in. I am all liquid inside, and he fucks incredibly fast. I'm wailing, begging for him to go deeper and harder. He nearly bends me over in half, and it feels so fantastic. He's fucking so deep into me I'm losing it. I'm climaxing again. I've lost count. 

The man pulls out, turns me around and fucks my cunt from behind. I thrust back eagerly. I love this man's cock. When he comes, I nearly cry knowing that it's over. He walks away laughing and high fiving some of the others. 

Kevin reappears and pulls me back around so I'm lying on my back. He spreads my legs so impossibly wide that it hurts. He pushes his full hard cock inside me, hard and punishing. My cunt swallows it down with a squelch.

'Fucking snubbed me for months, now you're going to take my fucking cock, you're going to take every cock here,' Kevin exclaims as he thrusts frantically. 

Kevin seems to love it rough. It hurts, and yet I love every second of it. I want so much more, I want him to mark me, leave hickies and bruises so everyone who sees them knows what a fucking dirty whore I am, that I let him use me like this. 




The Board



'You love this don't you? You want to be the perfect little slut!' 

He thrusts up brutally on the word slut. I keen and nod eagerly. He pulls out of me and I whimper. I try to get him back inside of me, but he moves further away. 

'You want to be used. You want to be claimed. You want to do whatever the fuck we say, when we say it. You want to be our perfect little hole, don't you?' 

'Yes, please!' I beg. 

He grabs me, twists around and lays back. I'm now laying on top of him my back to his front. He positions me carefully, but he isn't entering me. I see men with their cameras out again, trained on my gaping cum filled cunt. 

'You're going to let me do whatever the fuck I want to you, and what's more, you're going to love it because you're the biggest fucking hottest cum whore I've ever met and you want it so bad,' Kevin hisses into my ear. 

I nod and spread my legs wider. 

'You want me to fuck you, to take everything from you right? You want to be the perfect little slut?' 

That's when I feel his cock pressing up against my asshole. Another man approaches us and takes up a position between my legs. 

'Not that, you promised,' I whimper. 

'But you want it so much!,' Kevin says. 

'Time to turn you into cum addicted whore that will do anything and everything any man tells you to do. I'm going to really enjoy this you fucking whore.' 

Kevin teases the oozing cum against my asshole, and suddenly his cock is in my ass, and I cry out. The man between my legs lines himself up and splits my pussy lips apart with his cock. The man begins to thrust. They are both inside me, one jammed into my vagina and Kevin invading my ass. I want to be disgusted that Kevin's cock is in my ass, but I'm not. I feel hot all over. My pussy is still gushing wet from my overwhelming arousal. 

Kevin begins to thrust as well, and I'm gone. Oh my god the feeling of having two cocks fucking me. Two men fucking me hard and brutal like pistons, again and again and again. It feels so good I'm on fire. 

'More!' I scream. 

They fuck harder. Kevin is squeezing my breasts as he fucks into me. The man on top of me is panting and grunting. His face is red. There is sweat on his forehead. His eyes are wide open, glued to mine. The large camera is focusing on the shot of two cocks fucking up into me. I can't think, I'll let them do whatever they want. I just want keep feeling this. 

'I'm so fucking her ass next!' one man says. 

'I want to cum deep inside her greedy little fucking cunt,' says another. 

'Camera's up here!' Kevin shouts as he fucks into me deep and brutal. 

One of the men who has already filled my cunt with his sticky cum brings over the large camera. 

'Look at you; you've become the perfect little whore haven't you?' Kevin spits. 

I nod and spread my legs wider. 'Don't you want all the men in the world to know what a little slut you are?' Kevin asks. 

'Yes!' I cry. 

'You want men to see you on the street and know they can fuck you, that you'll let them do anything they want to you. You want them to come up to you and touch you then and there. You want them to fuck you, to use you every day of your life: any man on the street, at work, in a shopping centre, in public; you want to take them all. ' 

'I do!' I cried. My whole body was burning; I was grasping at the carpet thrusting, sinking both cocks into me deeper and deeper needing more, more cum inside me. 

'Good, then we are starting a new game,' Kevin smirks 'we're going to post these videos on the internet, and we offer all those out there watching the opportunity to partake in our new game. It's called Where's The Whore. If you can find her, you can fuck her,' Kevin told the cameras, 'Anywhere, anytime. No matter who you are or what you look like.' 

I see Kevin's hand reach around my face and suddenly my mask is gone. Kevin has ripped it off my face. 

I'm staring into the camera lens, now so much more vulnerable than ever before. I know what's coming, and I moan in anticipation. 

'The game begins now.'



The Board Game



Several months have passed since the two couples have gotten together for games. Both couples stay busy with their work or vacations. Every time they tried to set a time to visit, something always seemed to interrupt the plan.

This time when Arie called Asia to see about setting up a time the two couples could meet, Asia was emphatic about not letting anything ruin their plans. The two of them set everything up and promised each other to avoid any conflicts. As it turned out Benji and Carl had already spoken with each other and had decided to go fishing that day, starting out before daybreak.

Arie told Carl when the fishing trip was over they would all meet over at Asia's house to cook out and play a new board game Benji had bought. Carl agreed but stipulated he might have to skip the board game because he would probably be too tired after fishing all day.

"We have looked forward to hooking up with Asia and Benji and now you're wimping out on me," protested Arie.

"All I can promise you is I'll try not to fall asleep," said Carl.

Finally Saturday morning arrives with the alarm going off at 3:00 a.m. Arie nudges Carl in the ribs and tells him to get up and get ready before Benji pulls into the driveway. Arie reminds him about the goofy horn Benji has on his truck that makes a sound like a cow mooing.

"Remember the last time you two went fishing early like this and you over slept. He laid on that horn and woke up the whole neighborhood. He had every dog around barking for hours after you left. I thought we might have to move because of the embarrassment he caused," said Arie.

Carl pops up "I'm up, I'm up. I've got everything packed and ready to go. All I need to do is get dressed and meet him at the top of the driveway. Why don't you and Asia come up to the lake and meet us at the boat launch around noon? If we're not catching anything we might head back with you. It isn't but 30 minutes from here."

"I'll check with Asia but don't look for us. Keep your cell phone on in case I call you to let you know we're coming," replied Arie before rolling over and going back to sleep.

Benji pulls up right on time and the two guys ride off for a day of fishing. Carl thanks him for not waking the neighbors or the dogs.

"Aw man I wouldn't do that. Asia told me not to do anything stupid like that so that everyone would be in a good mood when we all get together tonight. Did you wake up Arie before you left?' asked Benji.

"No, she woke me up. You know I couldn't get anywhere if she didn't keep me on schedule. I asked her to check with Asia about maybe meeting us up there around noon. But after that she fell right back to sleep," said Carl.

"That's good because we want the girls to be plenty rested for tonight. I have come up with the best game ever and it is going to be a blast," Benji said with the excitement of a kid on Christmas.

Carl asked what the name of the game was and Benji said it was a game they had played before but this time with "adult only" rules he had come up with. When Carl pressed him for more details Benji refused to go any further saying it would be more fun to learn the rules as you go along. Benji added that they were here to do some fishing and let the rest take care of itself later on.

Carl could hardly keep his mind on fishing because of wondering what Benji had up his sleeve for tonight. Benji was a guy who was always conjuring up crazy things in his mind. These things were usually ways to manipulate other people to do what he wanted to do. Carl had to admit to himself though, he and Benji had had some great times with some of his ideas.

The two guys get the boat launched and have their bait in the water just as the sun begins to open it's eyes on another day. The water is perfectly still except for the ripples from the lures hitting the water. This was an absolute magnificent day to be on the lake.

It doesn't take long before the fish begin to bite and it looks like they may have something to take home for supper. Benji tells Carl, after they pull in several fish, "Well at least we have evidence for the girls that we actually went fishing."

Things slow down a bit as the sun gets higher and the temperature gets warmer. They notice several boats in the area but for the most part the lake is not too crowded. As the fish move for cooler water the guys are becoming more frustrated by the minute. To fill the empty time their discussions turn to the past.

Benji initiates the conversation by talking about what happened between the two couples the last time they got together. Telling Carl what a lucky guy he is to have such a beautiful wife and especially so talented in the bedroom, Benji's voice becomes excited. Without going into the actual details of the episode, Benji said he had hoped the couples could do something like that again.

Carl is somewhat taken back by all of this talk about his wife. In one sense he was proud of his wife in that she was attractive to other men. In another sense it was strange to hear someone else talk about her bedroom activities. Carl thought to himself while Benji went on about Arie. Listening to Benji and the thoughts about Arie performing had Carl aroused. 

Carl is still trying to determine in his own mind how the last time the two couples got together, what started out as a tease by his wife for his friend, got so turned around. He never meant for things to progress the way they did. Arie getting so caught up in the emotions of the moment and ending up bedding his best friend. The only way to justify it in his mind was to accept the notion of his wife wanted and enjoyed it. Yet, he still is troubled by it.

The thought of being around their best friends and being flirtatious or even nude didn't bother Carl at all. After all they were all adults and knew what they were doing. He had even settled on the idea of swapping on a very limited basis if Arie was ok with it.

The whole idea of this happening between the two couples was so foreign to him. He had never in his life considered it. He had fanaticized like everyone else about things like this but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would ever happen. Somewhere in the back of his mind he considers the right or wrong of the matter.

"Wake up over there! What planet were you visiting? I've been talking but I don't think you heard a word I said the whole time," said Benji. 

"Sorry about that, my mind kinda drifted for a minute. I heard you say something about my wife and then I started thinking about her and lost contact with what you were saying. I do remember you saying something nice about her. Was it about her chocolate chip cookies?" Carl asked.

"Yea, right…cookies. I said she has a great set of cookies!" Benji says sarcastically. "Did I get you up too early today? I hope you have enough energy for tonight because you're going to love the board game I've got." Benji says.

Carl says he may have to go home for a while to get a quick nap before coming over or he could fall asleep in the middle of the game.

Benji comes back with "No way man. Once the game gets started I don't see how anyone could get sleepy. The way I figure it we will all be "Eyes Wide Open" to the end."

They check the live well on the boat and see that they have enough fish for the four of them. Even with the fish they have they decide to fish all the way back to the pier.

Meanwhile the girls have talked about the night's activities and are wondering if either of the guys have something up their sleeve. The last time Arie turned the tables on Carl so Arie tells Asia if she feels something is going down to devise an alternative plan. This brings on questions from Asia.

"What are you trying to tell me Arie? I was under the impression that you enjoyed what happened last time. Benji and I talked about the whole thing and he said you seemed to have a good time with him. I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but he said you were pretty aggressive with him and didn't seem to hold back in the least," said Asia. "To me that sounds like someone enjoying themselves."

Arie confesses, "I just don't know what to make of what happened at our house last time. I must have gotten a wild hair or something. I am very reluctant to say I enjoyed it for whatever reason. I guess I really did enjoy it but I don't think it is something I would want to do on a regular basis. That night was just so… not me. Does any of that makes sense to you because I can't make sense of it myself?"

Asia gives her a hug and tells her it makes all the sense in the world. She goes on to say that their friendship is the most important thing and she would not purposely allow something to come between them. Asia went on to explain her thoughts on sharing herself and her husband with her best friends. She was very comfortable with her relationship with Benji; she loved him and him alone. Admittedly, she said she sees a difference between love and sex. She went on to say that if Arie did not feel comfortable doing something she should not do it.

Then Asia and Arie decide to drive to the lake to take the guys some lunch and see how they are fairing with the fish. Both girls are wearing spaghetti strapped tops with tight fitting shorts for the short trip. After packing up the sandwiches the two head off for the small lake. 

Pulling up to the boat launch area they see Benji's truck so they are relieved that they are still there. Now the task is to find them on the lake and get their attention. With picnic basket in hand they walk to the pier to see if they are within sight.


Not seeing them from the pier they start hiking down a path that follows the edge of the lake. As they continue down the trail they discuss how to get the guy's attention once they find them. A little flashing of their upper body might just do the trick Asia concluded.

As they crest a small hill they see a boat tied to the bank with no one in it. It is a good distance away but Arie is sure it is Benji's boat. 

Arie sees the guys going into the woods just ahead of them. Whispering to Asia she tells her to be very quiet so they can sneak up and scare them. 

They set the picnic basket down on the trail and ease up to the place where they saw them enter the woods. As they get closer they hear them talking but can't make out what is being said. Now everything is perfectly quiet, except for the birds chirping and the sound of two guys urinating on the ground. The girls peer through the bushes and low and behold it is two guys, but not Benji and Carl.

Arie has never seen what she is looking at. She knew what Carl's looked like and was somewhat familiar with Benji's. This guy was huge, especially in one particular area. Just looking at it had her motor running. Quickly checking out the other guy she noticed nothing spectacular except for his upper body development. This one surely worked out in the gym a lot.

Asia noticed the same thing that Arie had seen and was really grinning. Her motor needed very little to get it going. When she tried to whisper to Arie her voice cracked a little and the two guys turned to see them. Now they had been caught.

"Well now ladies, what do you think you're looking at?" asked the one guy with the large cucumber still in his hand. "Is there something we can do for you?"

Embarrassed about being caught in the act of voyeurism, Arie was ready to run but Asia did not seem the least bit ashamed. Arie was following the lead of Asia who was in complete control. Her heart was pumping and her breath was short. Aroused by the sight of what this guy still had in his hand, she was practically frozen in her steps. Her eyes were glued to its' enormous size. Thoughts of experiencing one that size began to run through her mind.

At the same time though, Arie kept asking herself how it was that just a couple of months ago these thoughts would have never been there. How was it that she could have been so shy and naïve and now a vixen on the prowl. He mind kept switching from do it to don't do it. Arie was turning into Jell-O; her resistance had left her. As was true the last time with Benji, the thought of enjoying the moment was foremost in her mind.

Asia had no doubt in her mind what she would do with either of these guys, or both. That was the exact thought in her mind. This was probably her biggest fantasy, two guys at once. Would this be her day for it to come true? She was now primed and ready for anything. The question that remained was should she follow Aries' lead or should she lead Arie. 

The four of them were still separated by a group of small bushes and about thirty feet. The guys remained where they were but not making any attempt to holster their weapons. It was as if they were ground fishing with extra enticing bait.

Asia turns to Arie asking her what was going through her mind. The answer she received was surprising. Arie said, " Follow my lead."

"Well guys, everything right now looks encouraging but we really need to see the whole package before making any commitments. So how about dropping those pants too," Arie says confidently.

"Hold on here missy," calls out the one with the enlarged cucumber. "I believe we can work together on this here situation. Where we come from we have a saying that goes, I'll show you mine when you show me yours. Right now you two got the drop on us, but when the tops go down on your convertibles, we oblige you on your next request."

Oops…. now Aries' bluff had been called. Asia had no idea Arie was bluffing and she was a little too willing to comply with the request. Arie tells her with her eyes to wait, so Asia pulls back and lets Arie continue with the game she has going. 

"I don't think so, we can walk away anytime we want. We have seen your goods and so far we still need some convincing if we are to hang around," Arie shoots back. "So what's it gonna be boys?"

Seeing as they have nothing to loose they look at each other and begin to slide off the shorts down to their boxers and briefs. Now the girls are really getting a show, but it's about to get interesting. The guys are about to call the next shot in this game of "show me show you."

"Ok ladies now's the time to put up or shut up," said the guy with the fresh gym look. "We have answered your demand and now you should comply with ours. We want to see what cards you're holding." With that said he ripped off his briefs, which inspired his buddy to match the move. Then the two moved toward the girls.

Arie knew this was the moment of truth. She was now faced with a decision to continue or fold and run for cover. She looks at Asia and says she is not up to this challenge. "Get us out of this if you can," pleads Arie.

"Thanks a lot," says Asia sarcastically. "Just do what I say." 

Asia apologizes to the guys and asks if they would be satisfied with them removing their tops for a quick look because they were actually looking for their husbands and had mistaken them for their husbands.

The two guys must have been pretty nice because they passed on the offer and began to get dressed. They did say they enjoyed the confrontation and hoped the next time they met things would be different.

Arie and Asia turn back toward the lake and retrieve the picnic basket they left on the trail. Getting back on the trail in search of Benji and Carl, they pick up their pace so they don't miss them somehow.

Easing around the lake the girls come upon a peninsula created from a rock formation. It looked like a great place to spread their blanket and enjoy their picnic lunch with the boys, if they could only find them.

Asia walks out to the point to look up and down the lake and sees another boat on her side of the lake about a hundred yards away. Calling Arie to help her determine if this is the right boat they both look intently at the boat and it's two occupants. Unable to be sure of whom it is, they begin spreading the blanket out on the rock. Unloading the basket of food on the blanket, Arie goes back to the point and looks a second time. This time the boat has moved closer, enabling her to recognize that it is indeed Carl and Benji.

Arie calls out to Asia that the guys are heading their way and should be here any minute. Asia finishes with the basket and suggests they do something to get the attention of Carl and Benji. 

"What about yelling 'hey you,'" asks Arie. "That should make them look, since they will be right in front of us." 

"That's no fun. Come on let's do something that will really wake them up. They've been out here fishing all morning," says Asia.

"I guess it depends on what you have in mind," Arie responds.

"What about both of us lying together nude on the blanket, that should do something," suggested Asia. "Are you sure it's them coming our way?"

Arie goes to the point again to make sure it is them for sure and confirms this with Asia. Now the guys are only twenty yards away so if they are going to get nude for them they will have to hurry. 

Arie somewhat hesitantly agrees to strip off with Asia but says she will only lie face down. They frantically pull off their clothes and lie down beside each other on the blanket. Asia is lying down showing the whole buffet while Arie is on her stomach showing only the appetizer.

What the girls didn't know was that while they were checking out the other guys in the woods, Carl and Benji had driven up to the dock to load up the boat. This is when they noticed Asia's car parked next to Benji's truck. It was then that Carl told Benji about Aries' plan to possibly come out to the lake with lunch. 

The guys decide to go back out on the lake and meet the girls out away from the dock. When Arie had recognized them earlier she didn't know Carl and Benji was already on to them. 

When they trolled up closer and realized the girls were lying nude, their plans quickly change. They decide to use their fishing skills and try to hook the girl's clothes with the fishing lures. 

On the first attempt both guys hook and retrieve an article of clothing. The girls remain still, waiting for the guys to say something. The second cast is just as successful as the first. They drag the remainder of the clothing close enough to the boat to reach over and pick it up. Now the girls are on the rock without clothing.

"Wake up ladies, if you lie out here too long without your clothes, you might get sunburned," says Benji. 

Asia and Arie lean up and ask the guys to join them for lunch, not realizing the situation they are now in. 

Carl says, "Well we would love to but we must get the boat out of the water and put these fish on ice first."

Arie ask how long that will take, keeping herself covered as best as she can.

Benji says probably about ten minutes at the most. 

At this point Asia is looking for her cloths and knows something is amiss. "Where are our clothes Arie, I thought they were right here?"

Arie looks to her side where she had put her cloths, finding nothing but hard rock. She is quickly reaching panic level. Then she glances toward the boat as Carl and Benji shove off from the rock. There goes the boat and their cloths down the lake while the guys wave to them with their clothing.

Arie screams at them to come back. "You can't leave us here like this. What if someone comes by and sees us? Get back here!"

Asia is taking this a little better than Arie, but she is still somewhat upset. "Calm down Arie, we can always wrap up in this blanket if we see some one coming. Let's just make the best of it and get a little sun."

After calming down a notch or two and realizing there was really nothing she could do, Arie turns back over on her stomach. 

As the wind rustles the leaves in the trees and the birds are singing, Asia and Arie are soaking up the sun. Their thoughts have turned to meeting up with the guys and their confiscated clothing.




The Board Game



The sound of rustling leaves and harmonizing birds turns to the splashing sound when water splashes against the side of a boat. Hoping beyond hope it is Carl and Benji who decided not to put the boat up they simultaneously turn to face their worst fear, the two guys they met in the woods.

"Well, well, well ladies, looks like the foot is in the other shoe this time. We had hoped to meet your again under different circumstances. I must say these are different circumstances," says the gym rat.

Arie goes under the blanket for cover until Asia tries the same move and jerks the blanket off of her. Then they manage to adequately cover themselves by working together but not until the two in the boat get a really good view of the complete menu.

Arie apologizes for the earlier incident and explains their predicament, with their husbands being the chief culprits of the stolen cloths. Arie asks to please be left alone. 

The two in the boat thank them for the unintentional returned favor and compliments them on their bodies then cast off to drift down the lake. Leaving the two girls on the rock, they wave good-bye and smile as they think of what might have been with the mermaids they came across this day.

Benji and Carl finally show up to join the girls with the cloths they had stolen earlier. Both couples had a good laugh about the stunt the boys had pulled off. The girls were really impressed with their ability to snag the clothing with their fishing equipment.

The picnic went well and the couples finalized their plans for the rest of the evening. When the basket was empty and the last of the drinks was finished off, they packed up and headed home to clean up and get ready for the new board game Benji had come up with. 

Arie was uneasily anticipating something out of the ordinary, thinking back to the last time they played cards. She didn't know exactly what to expect but she had that feeling Benji had come up with something wild and crazy.

When asked if Benji had told him anything about the game while they were out fishing, Carl said all he knew was it was some sort of board game. 

Arie did not wear anything outlandish like she wore the last time they got together. She had on a simple blouse with a lacy bra underneath. A tight fitting pair of jeans accentuated her very girlish figure. The only thing she wore that might be provocative was a pair of thong panties but she knew the only person with this knowledge was Carl. 

Carl and Arie arrived just before dark and walked up to the back deck of Benji and Asia's house to the smell of fresh fish frying. 

Asia greeted them with hugs, as she always did. She had always been a touchy-feely kind of person. Dressed in cut off shorts and a low cut tee shirt with fringe on the bottom, she looked ready for action.

While the guys finished with the fish and fries, Asia and Arie stayed inside talking about their experience earlier in the day. All Arie could talk about was the size of that large cucumber and what she would do with it. Asia came back with; "You had your chance and blew it." To that Arie said, "I would have done that too!" 

Benji and Carl came in at the same time the two girls were laughing at Aries' last comment. 

"What's so funny?" asked Benji, wondering what had them cackling so loud and hard.

Asia began to tell them what had happened earlier in the day to them when they mistook the two guys in the woods for them. Then she went on and gave them the "Paul Harvey," ("The rest of the story"). 

The part of the story about getting caught without their cloths had Benji really laughing but Carl had a look of concern on his face. That was something he had not anticipated when they snagged the clothes for the girls.

Then during supper when Carl began to picture his wife being caught naked in front of two strangers, he began to have feelings of stimulation. It, in some way, turned him on. 

After everyone finished eating and the dishes were out away, they cleared the table to make room for the board game. This is what they had been waiting on all day long.

Benji set the game board in the middle of the table with all the game pieces. It appeared to be a game they had all played before and were familiar with, until Benji got into the rules. 

After explaining that the rules were exactly the same as before but with a few new "adult only" additions. He then asked if everyone was ready for him to explain further. With only a few minor questions, he went on to explain the remainder of the rules. When he finished they all agreed to continue with the game.

Arie was apprehensive about going through with the playing of the board game under the new rules, but Benji had put in some rules she felt would allow her some opportunities that could save her from total embarrassment.

The game went something like this: The object of the game was to move your five game pieces around the board and into the safe area. Players would roll one die to determine how many spaces to move his or her game pieces. If a players game piece landed on the same space as another player, the player who had rolled the die then declared that the other player must take an article of clothing off. If the player who had rolled the die had previously lost an article of clothing they could opt to put an article of clothing back on instead. This continued until everyone had all of his or her game pieces in the safe area, and or was nude in the process.

With these new additional rules, there was some strategy to be played out. Do you go for getting everyone nude, or do you go for keeping your clothes on while forcing everyone else to get nude? Arie was quickly determining her strategy.

Everything was set up for the game to begin. Everyone had their glasses filled and it was time to begin the game. For some reason the game moved quickly and only a few pieces of clothing had to be removed. 

The two couples commented how much they were on the edge of their seat for the entire game. They had played this particular board game many times before and had always enjoyed it. With the new rules Benji had come up with however, it seemed to heighten the excitement of the game.

Asia was ready for another round to begin since the first one was relatively routine. She was clambering to get started because she was going after them with nakedness in mind. 

Benji was anxiously waiting to roll the die too. He never anticipated the game going the way it did. He really thought at least two of them would have lost their clothing. He decided this time he would spare no mercy, everyone was fair game.

Carl was somewhat relieved with the result. Although he would like to get Arie and Asia naked during the game, he was thankful he was spared any embarrassment. His strategy for the next round was to pick on the girls as much as possible.

Arie, out of character, seemed very anxious to continue the board game. Normally shy, Arie was filled with extra adrenaline it seemed. She even talked openly about getting the guys out of their cloths this time.

The game resumed and everyone was moving their game pieces around the board. They were attacking the game with a vengeance. They were all trying to get into position to put their plans into affect. If they thought they were on the edge of their seats for the first game, this game had all of the tension of a Super Bowl game.

Finally someone got hot with the die and made contact. Arie matched Benji's position on the board and demanded something off. Although he was eager to remove clothing they could tell he did not like being bested by a woman. 

"That's ok Arie, I'll nail you on my next roll and we'll get into your attire," promised Benji.

Then Carl rolled the die and began to put his plan to work by matching Asia. With that move he also demanded an article of clothing from her.

Asia said to Benji, "Looks like they are trying to get us naked while they keep their cloths on."

Several rolls go by without anyone making contact, then a string of hits in succession happened. Asia had lost everything except her panties and bra, Benji only had his briefs left and Carl had his tee shirt and boxers. Arie was in the best shape of all of them. She still had her bra (very low cut and lacey), panties (red thongs), and her jeans.

Benji's eyes were glued to Aries' cleavage and was having a hard time (literally) concentrating. The thoughts going through his mind about what he would love to do with those plump melons made him miss several opportunities to make others remove clothing.

Arie was aware of Benji's stare and told him he would not get to see the rest of them. She was really pouring it on to Benji. This had him completely out of sorts.

Carl couldn't help but look at Aries' chest area also. Even though he got to see them all the time, they were still great to look at. Carl also took the chance to gaze at Asia's figure every time he got the opportunity. 

Both guys would probably have sore necks the next morning the way they were looking side to side at the girls.

Carl gets lucky and rolls a number allowing him to choose to force either Arie or Asia to remove something. Since Asia was the closest to being nude he went for her and off went the bra, revealing her round, tanned breasts. Carl immediately felt a surge go through his groin area. The sight of this mesmerized him.

Benji was laughing at Carl's reaction. Then he swore to have Arie out of her bra in two more rolls of the die.

Asia returns the favor by matching Carl and demanding him to remove something. Off went the tee shirt, leaving him with only his boxers.

Benji needs to roll a five to match Arie and he is talking to the die as if it could hear him. The die leaves his hand and rolls across the board toward Arie. She is screaming for it not to be a five, while everyone else is pulling for a five to come up. The die slowly comes to a halt teetering between a five and a two. It's as if it is in slow motion but finally ends up on five and Benji goes crazy. Asia and Carl are laughing wildly too. 

Asia sinks down into her seat, knowing something is coming off. She decides to remove her jeans, leaving her with her bra and panties. It probably would not have been too bad if she didn't have to stand up to get the jeans down. They fit so snug; she put on a pretty good show just getting them off. Benji was eating this up (or wishing he were) along with Carl. When the jeans were off, revealing the red thongs, Benji was screaming for joy and Carl was becoming embarrassingly stiff. Boy, what a sight, the guys were thinking. 

This sight left Asia with a bit of jealousy in her stomach because the guys were really getting into it towards Arie. The feeling didn't last long because after all, they were all best friends.

Benji kept bragging about getting Arie out of her bra on his next roll and Arie countered with "No way little man!" 

It was Aries' roll and she happened to match Benji. "Ok big boy, off with the briefs. Let everyone see how small of a man you really are," she said with a laugh.

Benji really played this up big by doing his version of a striptease. When he finally removed his briefs he threw them at Arie. Thankfully she ducked her head as they flew over and onto the floor. 

Carl takes his turn but doesn't match anyone. He did accomplish getting his fourth game piece into the safe area, leaving him one game piece on the board halfway around the board.

Asia takes the die and matches Carl. This gets everyone pumped because they know the boxers are coming off.

Carl sheepishly pulls them off and sits down quickly because Mr. Johnson was looking straight up at him. 

Asia looks directly at Carl and licks her lips, then laughs while Arie begins to feel herself becoming moist. 

This makes the guys totally nude and leaves Asia with only her panties. Arie was still ahead because she was still covered with her red thongs and lacey bra.

Benji uses his turn but does no damage to anyone but he does manage to get within striking distance of Arie. This causes Aries' heart to race a little faster.

Arie takes her turn with the die and moves her final game piece to a safe distance away from Benji. Telling him he'll never catch up to her, Arie breaths a little easier.

Carl rolls the die and lo and behold he matches Asia. This creates a stir among the guys because she has now joined the nude dudes. 

Asia couldn't just slip her panties off and sit back down. She really put on a performance, running her hands all over her body and doing a bump and grind dance with her chair before removing her panties.

The guys cheered and Arie joined them when they applauded at the end of her quick little striping act. Arie wondered if Asia had worked in a strip joint in the past because of the moves she had. This made Arie start thinking about how she would handle the situation if she lost any more clothing.

It was now Asia's turn and she finished by putting her last game piece into the safe area. This meant she had won the game because she was the first to get all of her pieces into the safe area. The game continues until everyone gets his or her game pieces into the safe area, so there was still some action left on the board.

Benji again gets closer to Arie but she still remains ahead of him as she races for her safe area. Benji still commits to getting her remaining clothes off before she finishes the game.

Arie gets her game piece within reach of her safe area but she will still have to endure Benji coming after her at least one more time.

Carl is not near Benji or Arie so he just moves his piece closer to the finish. As everyone concentrates on the battle between Arie and Benji, Carl is checking out Asia sitting next to him (Mr. Johnson is still being patriotic)

Now the tension builds as Benji grabs the die for another chance at Arie. He rolls the die and comes up one short of matching her. Arie breathes out deeply, being relieved, if only temporarily. 

Arie needs to roll a two to finish the game but, as luck would have it, she is not successful and her game piece remains in range of Benji again.

Carl continues around the board in no peril of catching anyone. His concentration is on the nudeness sitting beside him. It is almost more than he can stand. 

The tension builds for Arie once again as Benji takes the die in his hand. Vowing to get her this time, he rolls the die hoping for a one to come up when it comes to rest. Again it appears to be in slow motion as it bounces across the table.

Arie is pleading for anything but a one. The die slowly comes to a halt with all eyes glued to the spots or spot as it turned out. Arie is crushed with the prospect of baring more of her body. 

Benji is jumping for joy, Asia is filled with laughter and Carl is stunned. Benji circles the table and then offers to help Arie with the removal of her bra. Carl defends his wife and suggests she be allowed to do a tease dance like Asia did earlier. 

Everyone agrees but Arie is feeling more pressure by the second. Not only did she have to remove her bra, but also now she was being asked to perform a dance she knows nothing about. 

Arie confuses them all by removing her panties instead. That in itself was a fun thing to watch also. With that out of the way Arie rolls her two and finishes the game by putting her game piece into the safe area.

This ends the game because Arie jumps up and heads for the hot tub out on the back deck, saying she is ready for some relaxation 

This leaves three naked people in the kitchen. Asia begins to clean up the table and put up the game board. Carl helps her with the game board and Benji somehow disappears toward the hot tub.

When Asia realizes Benji is missing and Carl is alone with her in the kitchen, her mind starts to visualize an opportunity to finish what she had started with Carl the other time the two couples were together.

Carl didn't realize the couples were separated until Asia eased up behind him and began to rub her breasts against his back. This caught him off guard and startled him. 

"What do you think you're doing Asia? Carl asked. Where is Benji and Arie?"

Asia said softly, "I was planning on finishing what we started at your house last time. It seems Arie and Benji are taking up where they left off but in the hot tub this time."

This causes Carl to turn, walk to the door and look out on the deck where he could see Benji and Arie sitting across from each other in the hot tub. It didn't appear as though anything was going on between Benji and Arie but it was odd to Carl that they had disappeared together, only to be found together in the hot tub. Carl wondered if Arie planned to meet Benji in the hot tub and then expect Carl to match up with Asia somewhere else in the house? 

Carl decided to sit and wait to see if anything went on between them. If it did then he would take that as a message for him to go with Asia. Surely she remembered that they were already naked together in the house. When he couldn't stand it any longer Carl told Asia to go with him to see if the hot tubers wanted any company.

Asia replied, "Don't you think they would have said something before they went out there? Come with me back here in the den, I think we have some movies you would love to see."

"No, not yet. I think I'll wait for a minute or so to see what happens here," Carl said.

At that time he noticed Arie reach behind her and unlatch her bra and take it off. As it came off, Arie slid down a little deeper in the water in an attempt to hide her breasts. This sent a rush through Carl. This was really strange, watching his wife in a hot tub with another man. He couldn't understand why he felt more turned on than outraged. 

Asia had eased up next to Carl and peered around him at the two in the hot tub. "Well, what are you waiting for? Are you going to stay here and watch them have all the fun? If you were waiting for a signal, I think the bra was it. You know what, we could stay here and watch. I don't think I've ever watched Benji with someone else, this might be fun."

As they watched from the kitchen Benji and Arie ended up sitting next to each other with Benji making the first move. He eased into the water in front of Arie and began to massage her legs. Starting with her feet and working his way up, Arie appeared to be melting.

Carl was standing in the kitchen with a rock solid reason to get relief from the nearest companion. Turned on by the sight of his wife getting seduced with a massage from his best friend, he was about to explode.

Asia was excited as well by the sight. She was imagining being the one in the hot tub and getting the rub down. Then she began to encourage Carl to take her to the hot tub to make it a foursome. "You can do anything you want to me, believe me, I'll love it and so will you."

That was all the encouragement he needed. "Come on let's go," said Carl.

When Carl and Asia joined them in the hot tub, Benji had gone down on his knees and moved to Aries' upper body. Their joining in the hot tub did not slow the action down in the least. It was as though they didn't know they were there.

For the next thirty minutes, only glances were made between the two couples. After both couples had finished, they returned to their spouses in an embrace. Collapsing into the seats of the hot tub from exhaustion, they finally found energy enough to discuss the board game and how much more fun it was with the new rules.



The Board Meeting



The girl from the agency rang to ask if I'd be free to take an urgent assignment at an out of town business in the morning. She was apologetic at the short notice but said it was for an important client whom they did not want to let down. As I had nothing planned for the day I was happy to accept. She promised to e-mail the details to me, including a confidentiality agreement. I was rather surprised at this but agreed to sign it.

Arriving at Reception in the morning, I was taken to the Boardroom by the Receptionist who explained that the Chairman's PA had been taken ill suddenly the day before whilst in the midst of preparing for an important Board meeting today. 

I just had time to take a quick look around the beautiful room when the door at the other end opened and a tall, silver haired gentleman strode in. He was wearing a beautifully cut suit with a crisp white shirt and an understated tie. I noticed the double cuff of his shirt peeping out from the sleeve of his suit jacket as he held out his hand towards me. I always notice men's hands and his was tanned with long, well manicured fingers. As I shook hands with him, I felt a slight tingle up my arm. He had a nice, firm grip. Always a good sign I thought to myself and was suddenly excited to be there. It turned out he is the Chairman.

The Receptionist left and we were alone. He gave me a piercing glance and took his time looking at me from head to toe. I was glad I was wearing my new suit and my favourite pale pink silk blouse which looks deceptively modest under the jacket but actually was cut short, ending at the waistband of my skirt and had little bows instead of buttons holding it together. The way he was checking me out made me even more glad I was wearing a lacy silk body underneath, as well as stockings and high heels. I felt breathless for some reason and as I took a deep breath, I saw his eyes lingering on my chest and the gap in the blouse which the movement opened up. His hand automatically reached out as if to touch me there when the door behind him opened and in walked several suited men. I was introduced to them and was told I am to take the Minutes of the meeting and was asked if I had signed the confidentiality agreement. I confirmed indeed I had.

I have to admit I had trouble concentrating, so conscious was I of the Chairman just a few feet away from me. I had the feeling he was not completely unaware of me either, as I could feel him glancing my way from time to time. When I was asked to distribute a report around the table at one point, just as I leaned forward to put his copy in front of him, he turned his head which brushed against my breast. It was electric and my nipples hardened immediately. He gave me a knowing look and his right hand, hidden by the table, reached under my skirt and stroked the inside of my thigh though my silk stocking. My legs almost buckled and it was all I could do to get back to my chair. 

It seemed as if the meeting went on for ever before it finally finished. As everyone was leaving, the Chairman told them he would join them later as he needed to go through the Minutes with me before I typed them up. 

At last we were alone. I felt as if my whole body was on fire and every little movement sent delicious shivers from the wet, swollen lips between my legs up to my equally swollen and rock hard nipples. He pushed his huge leather seat back from the table, leaned back and motioned me to come towards him. I stood there, between him and the huge table, legs trembling. His hands reached out and pushed my jacket half way down my arms, effectively imprisoning them and pushing out my chest. The little bows holding my blouse together were straining and my nipples were clearly outlined. His eyes held mine as his long, tanned fingers pulled each bow all the way down until the blouse opened up to show my breasts straining against the lace. 

He leaned forward, his head just inches away from my chest. I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive and swollen nipples as his fingers slipped under the thin straps of my lace body and pushed them down my shoulders, exposing my breasts. I wanted to grab his hands and make them touch me but my arms were caught up in my jacket sleeves behind me. He knew he was teasing me, making me wait. 

Next, he ran his hands up my legs, pushing up my skirt until it was bunched around my waist and he could see my stockings and more ... my swollen lips straining against the lace, almost spilling out on either side of the crotch. I leaned back on the table behind me and my legs automatically parted. With the lightest of touch, he pulled open the poppers, exposing me to his gaze. He then looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, as if enquiring what to do next. Bastard! He wanted me to beg. 

I looked down at him, at the bulge between his legs. Two can play the game! I found the strength to pull myself away from the table and shook off my jacket, freeing my arms. Without taking my eyes off him, I very carefully pulled the zip down over the hard bulge without touching it. He moved his arms, as if to free his rigid member from its confines. I pushed them back. I was in charge now. I knelt down between his legs and slowly pulled the material aside. His cock sprang out, the purple tip glistening with pre cum, his shaved balls heavy. My long painted nails slowly scratched them as I flicked my tongue to its tip. He moaned and arched his back. I started to take him into my mouth, inch by inch, holding him back from pushing the whole hard length into my mouth. He held my head as I started to move, flicking my tongue and sucking him. 

After a few minutes, he pulled me up and lifted me so that I straddled him on his chair, my legs on either side of him. His hands squeezed my buttocks as his mouth found my nipples at last, sucking them, biting them gently. I threw my head back as I pushed my breasts against his face. I felt his hands brushing against my swollen wetness as his fingers rub its length and found my sensitive clitoris and started rubbing it with the tip of his hard cock. 

I wanted it inside me ... my hot, wet, tight pussy desperate to feel it sliding inside. I started to sink onto it and as my orgasm started, he pulled me onto him so that he was all the way inside. His cock was tight inside me as waves of pleasure spread through my body and along his cock, gripping it as my inner muscles rippled with my orgasm. I wrapped my legs around him as he stood up and pushed me onto the edge of the table behind me so that he could penetrate me over and over again until he exploded inside me. 

I was now lying on the table, my legs still wrapped around him and he was still inside me. He leaned down and kissed me as his hands squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples, making me arch my back and cum again. I could feel him getting hard inside me and he started moving, with long, slow strokes, both of us enjoying the sensation of each stroke until the urgency overtook us and the strokes became harder and faster and we came together.

He stood back and zipped himself up, looking immaculate once more. Gently, he pulled me up and put my breasts back into the lace cups. He re-tied the bows of my blouse and pulled up my jacket into place. He then knelt down between my legs, kissing and sucking my pussy and clitoris until I shuddered to another orgasm. Without a word, he pressed the poppers back into place, pulled my skirt down and set me up on my feet.

We were both ready to face the rest of the Board again.



The Board Room



Cami always loved meetings in the boardroom. Something about the big maple table, the leather chairs, the place fairly reeked of money and power. She especially liked it when Michael's group was meeting. There were five of them. All men, definitely all men Cami noted as she entered the boardroom, not boys. 

Almost subconsciously Cami had dressed in her sheerest lingerie and shortest, tightest skirt that morning, knowing she would be seeing Michael's group. She left an extra button open on her silk blouse, showing her cleavage and just a hint of the black lace bra underneath. 

Passing out the meeting packets Cami could feel herself growing moist as she leaned over each of the group. 

"Thank you Cami." Michael said as she leaned especially close to him, positioning herself so her blouse was open to his probing eyes. "I see you have really outdone yourself today." Michael concluded. 

Cami blushed, but was caught off guard when Michael ran his hand up the back of her leg, under her skirt, over her garters and her black thong. 

"I think we should show Cami our appreciation for all her hard work and effort." Michael said, standing, but keeping his hand on her ass, causing her skirt to lift up. Cami's mind was reeling. She had always fantasized about Michael, but grabbing her ass under her skirt in front of everybody in the boardroom totally threw her.

Cami was barely aware of Craig closing and locking the boardroom door. Michael was massaging her ass with his one hand while unbuttoning her blouse with the other, running his hand over her nipples and tits. Cami's mind wanted to scream, to break away, but her body betrayed her. She could feel her nipples growing rock hard under Michael's touch, and her thong was soaked, the smell of her sex already filling the boardroom. 

By now all the members of the group had surrounded Cami. Hands seemed to be everywhere on here body at once. Her blouse was off and she could feel their strong masculine hands over her body, undoing her bra. Suddenly someone slipped one of their ties over Cami's eyes, using it as a blindfold. Cami gasped at the sudden darkness, becoming momentarily disoriented at the multitude of hands rubbing and pulling her nipples, sliding up her skirt, rubbing her clit through the wetness of her panties.

Breathing hard Cami began to swoon, overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations coursing through her. Suddenly she felt herself being lifted by five strong sets of hands and gently laid down on the boardroom table. It was the last time for a while anything would be gentle. 

Cami felt her skirt being ripped off so she was lying with just her tiny black thong on. Being unable to see anything made Cami feel very naked, but when she went to place her hands over her erect nipples each hand was grabbed and pulled over her head. A tie was wrapped around each hand and then secured to a leg of the table. Cami's heart raced as she struggled against her binds, but her ankles being bound in the same way answered her efforts. 

For a second there was silence, Cami lay there, blindfolded, and bound spread eagle to the table as the five men stared at her body as they finished disrobing. Michael broke the spell by stepping forward and running his hand down Cami's stomach and over her thong. The thin material was sopping wet, and Cami gasped as Michael suddenly ripped them off her, snapping the tiny string that ran down her ass. Handing the material to one of the men behind him, Michael slid two fingers into Cami's pussy, which was soaking wet, clit sticking straight out, lips swollen and open.

Cami's groan was cut short when her head was turned to the side and a thick cock was forced into her mouth. Grabbing her hair Craig began to immediately fuck Cami's mouth, his balls slapping her chin. 

Michael slid a third finger into her pussy, finger fucking her urgently as a mouth started sucking on her swollen clit. Cami couldn't tell if the mouth was Michael's or someone else's and suddenly it didn't matter anymore. Cami could feel a guy on either side of her jerking off against her tits as her mouth continued to be fucked, her clit sucked hard as she was finger fucked. 

Finally Michael had had enough and he climbed onto the table, placing the tip of his swollen cock at Cami's entrance. The mouth on her clit was replaced with someone's fingers as Michael slammed his cock into her in one explosive plunge. At that precise moment Cami could feel hot cum spurting onto her tits. Craig rammed his cock deep into her throat and began to unload, the first of many loads into Cami's mouth . Cami gagged slightly but was able to swallow most of Craig's cum as Michael fucked her with a fury she couldn't believe. A second guy shot onto her tits, this time from the other side of her, just as Craig pulled out, his last spurt landing on her face. 

Before Cami could even catch her breath a longer but thinner cock slid into her mouth. Hands smeared cum over her tits, rubbing it down her stomach and onto her clit. Cami felt a finger enter her ass just as she could feel Michael's cock swell. His thrusts were faster, shorter, and she knew it was just a matter of time until he too exploded deep inside her.  Suddenly Michael buried himself in her, literally pressing the head of his cock against her back wall. She could feel his body tense, his arms as hard as his cock. And then she felt him. A hot, spastic gushing flowing into her cunt. The force caught her offguard, the amount filling her beyond capacity, overflowing, dripping out of her. Again and again Michael swelled, exploded, still grinding deep inside her.

Cami had been experiencing a non-stop low-level orgasm for the past ten minutes, but feeling Michael unload in her sent her completely over the edge for the first of many times that day. Arching her back Cami moaned loudly against the cock filling her mouth. Her pussy convulsed over and over around Michael's cock, literally milking the cum out of him. 

The harder Cami came the harder the fingers rubbed her clit, pinched her nipples, and came in her pussy and mouth. The sensations were so overwhelming Cami almost passed out. Every time a cock came in her mouth or pussy a different one replaced it. Cami was amazed at the different sizes, thicknesses, lengths of their cocks, but they were all so fucking good she thought to herself. Unable to see she never knew what was coming next. One of the guys spent five minutes rubbing her clit with his hard cock before fucking her. Two guys took turns standing on either side of her head, turning her head back and forth, making her suck their cocks alternately until they both came in her mouth and on her face. Cum smeared over her tits, dripped out of her pussy and down her ass, which they used as lube to finger fuck her ass over and over. 

Cami lost all sense of time. She had no idea how long she was there, but she was impressed by the staying power of the men, who seemed to be able to get hard over and over again. When they were finally done her pussy lips were bright red and swollen. Cum from all five of them was dripping out her pussy, smeared over her entire body, and she couldn't imagine how much she had swallowed. She lost track of the number of truly explosive orgasms she had had, but she hadn't stopped cumming since they first put her on the table. The room reeked of sex, cum, sweat, and the smell alone made Cami want to cum again. 

She could hear the men getting dressed, but apparently none of them were planning on putting their ties back on as she remained tied and blindfolded. Finally Michael came over and kissed her. 

"Good work." he smiled "Rob's group should be in a minute."



The Board Room



1 Bigots

The firm was not without its bigots. Though Sydd had gotten there by talent alone—her first case was sexual and gender discrimination...she brought in the client—a wmn, just like herself: educated, professional, sophisticated; discriminated against, and highly put out—she won big—really big—and the 'big daddies' couldn't just let her walk....so an offer was made—commensurate with her win.... And here she was a partner in a very prestigious law firm—a senior partner who transgressed all gender and sexual codes.... Nah...she wasn't one of the bois...or the grls for that matter—too dark...and too well-hung....

But even this level of paradise had its problems....ask Lucifer....ask God.... And here we were, only a few stories up from purgatory...nowhere near heaven yet....

They were about a year into it now...an epidemic of resignations and firings.... A year since the new partnerships were announced and the 'gang of three' got their suites....young women and young men of color made the revolving doors look like turbine blades.... The last straw on the back of Sydd's camel was when the move was made against her suite's team....

Stupid move....stupid move....the perpetrators clearly hadn't done their homework.... They hadn't taken into account, how long Sydd had been around—senior among partners at her level; rumored next executive VP....and that was light weight.... What they really missed was that she was a bitch.... O, they had discussed her 'bitch-ness' at their favorite watering hole...those discussions went in two directions, diametrically opposed, but in small minds, never irreconcilable: she was disgusting and a disgrace to such a prestigious firm—the ultimate affirmative action baby; or they wanted to show her what a bitch she was: they had all kinds of dick for her—or so it seemed....

They underestimated.... They confused 'bitch-ness' for 'bitch-i-ness'....and here were the seeds of their undoing....

Sydd had watched this trio from the moment they entered the firm as clerks, interns, grunts....she had watched them mature in their bigotry and arrogance as they rose.... They were smart enough legally; but they underestimated everyone they deemed less than them....

Sydd shared coffee with the secretaries and paralegals....there were bag lunches with her interns and others....eventually she heard things over the years.... Not enough to block promotions, but enough to stockpile—like ammunition—for the right moment....

***

Pinstriped-down, she marched into the corner office—she never waited to be announced.... He swiveled in his chair....the suit as expensive as all get-out; hair cut at $250 a seating; nails buffed to a soft rosy glow—the man reeked money and power—and he was attractive, Sydd thought, as far as men and white folks could be.... He had, over the years, made clear—in that oblique way that lawyers do to cover their asses [reference some of our past presidents]—that he'd do almost anything to kneel between Sydd's thighs.... Sydd had no need to even entertain that option—her position was always too strong for that....here....

He rocked around. 'I've been expecting you...'

'Some things take time,' was her reply....

'House-cleaning?' he arched a brow....

'House-cleaning'.... She said flatly.... 

He made note of her suit....a tailored, winter wool; this one black—not blue, or charcoal, or gray—a brilliant black, three-piece with heavy chalk stripes—old school style....the pinstripes were for youngsters and those who had no sense of the history of this look.... The suit fit in all the right places.... It was the kind of garment on this body that would have shut this office down if everyone except the newest among them were not totally use to it—'inured'—is the word.... The jacket was man-cut and double-breasted—she had unbuttoned it as she leaned across his desk to make her point....the vest was tight and lapelled; beneath it was a crisp, shockingly white shirt and the most exquisite tie [he made a mental note: get the name of her tailor and shirtmaker, and make her an offer for that tie!]....the skirt fell just above the knee...a tight, tight pencil that hugged an ass that must have seen twenty years of marathons...then the real damage was done by the back-slit that rose to the tops of her very expensive seamed Cuban-heeled stockings....the pumps were soft, glossy black—long-toed and wing-tipped—with a 3 ½ inch stiletto heel....He recognized her business gear and settled back in his chair to await instruction.... 

'And of course, you have a plan; I know you do.'

'You know, Schuyler, sometimes you're just too friggin'cute,' she replied acidly....

He laughed loudly. This meant two things: she was right; and he was ready to listen.... 'Look...you're paid what you're paid because you're the best at what you do....you're also the best at keeping this firm out of the shit, and getting us out when we're deep in it.... I defer to you on all counts.... It's a wonder you don't have my job....'

'Yeh...it is a wonder, but that's not the issue today.... The issue today is to stop the hemorrhaging—the antics of these three are bleeding us to death; and don't think there's not a lawsuit—in fact, several—waiting on us.... Truth be told, if I didn't work here, I'd have your ass in knot from now til judgment day....'

Schuyler turned paler than he actually was...his adam's apple knotting above his collar.... 'Shit, Sydd...are we in that much trouble? I mean, I thought it was just simple harassment....you know, hazing....'

'That's the problem with you boiz—and some of you girls—Schuy...you always think it's simple—fun and games—you're fucking with people's livelihoods and their heads.... This could become a 'post office' because of those three....'

Schuyler's knot got even bigger as he took in Sydian's analysis....Finally, 'What do you propose?'

'First, we're going to 'chasten' the group and see who returns to the fold....those who don't.... kiss 'em 'goodbye,''....

'Chasten? I didn't know you were a student of de Sade,' he chuckled... 

'So much you don't know; but then it's the mystery you love, right? You only need to know that I get it done.... Besides, the Marquis is always a good read—so much insight into human nature....' With that, she blew him a mock kiss, slid from his desk, spun on her heel and was out the door.... 'Transfer Amy to my suite,' she said over her shoulder...

She raided his secretary's candy bowl as she breezed by and gave her a wink...

Time for some serious play.... 

***

2 The Chastening Rod

The mere thought of chastisement can have a funny effect...some people fold immediately—they capitulate—surrender.... Others dig in their heels for the medium or the long haul—they believe themselves in a position to 'fight'...another analytical error...a tactical blunder—one that Sydd had anticipated and was ready to savor....

Amy was a willowy, big-titted blond—'racked,' Sydd once heard in a passing remark—legs that went on for days...attractive... if you like them pale....She sat at one end of Sydd's conference table and tried not to fidget—tried to keep her cool—Sydd appreciated this; it would make the game that much more enjoyable....even though Amy's veneer was wearing thin and showing it....

Sydd made her wait just a bit longer as she extended her overseas call....She ended the call on this note—matter-of-factly, in a level tone—'Exile her.... Where? I don't know...don't care....Is there such a place as Slobovia? Antarctica will do....as close to hell as possible is preferable....Before she's fired—maybe in a year or so—I want her in the lowest basement we have....I want sunlight to be a remote memory during her working hours; and I want those working hours to be the longest you can possibly arrange...anyone who jeopardizes the firm and our position in this way should become our object-lesson....MY personal object-lesson....thanks for the update....I truly appreciate it....I've always known that I could count on you....Bye-bye....A la prochaine....'

'Amy...welcome'....

A fine mist of sweat beaded the porcelain forehead....almost indiscernible....almost....

***

Amy left the office visibly shaken....Sydian—Ms Black—had said nothing that suggested threat....it was simply the demeanor of power....and the black wmn...that was enough....then the call....assignments....ending with: 'We understand each other perfectly, don't we?' ....and the call....

Amy was fortunate that no one saw her as she shuddered to the washroom....her panties were so wet she thought she had pissed herself....

Sydian Black was a formidable creature....quite formidable....for the first time, Amy began to have misgivings about the intentions of her cocky cohort to re-shape the firm....not only had they dismissed, they simply hadn't seen the firm's most dangerous champion....S. O. Black....

***

She needed a drink....clearly more than simply 'a drink'....

She elbowed her way into the bar and saw her two co-conspirators there already, downing beers and shots....the 'Double-Dicks' as they sometimes referred to themselves....their legal euphemism—supposedly—they were such a legal powerhouse that the opposition was doubly fucked when they entered the courtroom....so much for legends in their own minds....

She crashed into the chair and ordered a double....

'You looked fucked, Babe...and I didn't do it,' chuckled Dick-One....

A comment she would have normally overlooked and turned into quick witted, almost razored banter, received 'O shut the fuck up!' as she turned up the shot and motioned for another....

'Shit!'...Dick-Two... 'the bitch must have shown you her cock, day one....'

Before downing number three.... 'if she had it'd be more than you two have given me combined....'

This froze conversation for two or three very pregnant pauses....Then one of the guys spoke: 'Not a good day, huh?'

Number four, slurred but clear... 'the bitch is a killer—an executioner—cold-hearted as they come...very, very dangerous....'

She called for number five. The bartender demurred....before she could protest...cause a scene about being a high-powered lawyer for a prestigious firm, one of the Dicks was motioned to the bar and asked—actually instructed—to remove the 'lady' from the premises to avoid further embarrassment...for the three of them....

They lurched her towards the door....

They hadn't noticed the rather dapper young black man in the booth across from them....he with his Financial Times....and his very small digital camera....recording it all....

The ways that things unfold....

All good plans are multiples of contingencies....all successful plans are so because of seized opportunities.... 

***

3 Sweating It

'Dangerous....you've got that right, girly,' Sydd said softly to herself as she went through the video download Jr had sent her.... 'Only you and the bois don't know how dangerous....yet....'

***

The suit was a rich gold-bronze glen-plaid—touch of teal, here and there...another double-breasted job—and she had the breasts for it!—heavy wool tweed—the weather was weather here in the lake-front city....another crisp white shirt—unbuttoned just so....over that she had worn an equally rich-looking ankle-length dark, faux fur and matching beret....the shoes, standard three and a half inch 'office' stilettos—that long toe she'd come to like very much—elastic mesh sling-backs....deep, soft man-tan in color....another exquisite look....

***

Test Number Two....Amy needed to report....two weeks after her first 'talk' with Sydd, she needed to give an update—a progress report on her work—routine...strictly routine....or it should have been....

She walked into the huge corner suite...sweating mental bullets....As she passed Sydd's manager, her outward persona was as flawless as ice sculpture....through the inner doors, the core began to melt....

These days, Sydd took particular delight in giving witness to and being the cause of Amy's meltdowns....they came with ever increasing frequency....

Funny how these things can be sensed....

Sydd...on the phone again—this would be perpetual for any meeting with Amy—paced the huge office....from her windows you could see the river drop into the lake—rumor had it that from her terrace she could look right into her office....

'Schuyler....you'll have to come down here....I don't have the time....we need to crush them now, like the cockroaches they are.... OK, babe....see you in an hour....'

Amy was mesmerized...then shocked....she was ashen—paler...much paler than her usual self....She neglected the fact that she had no context for the conversation she had just overheard, but she was certain that she had just heard her boss direct the CEO of the firm to come down to her office because she was 'too busy' to come to his—to 'crush the cockroaches'....

She swallowed hard and tried to focus....and when she did, the only thing that came into view was this powerful, yet beautiful terror pacing before her.... 

Sydd swiveled with the receiver still at her ear...nine feet—three yards on a football field—from Amy's seat....crotch high....Amy's line of vision—crotch high....

Sydd paused there...receiver to ear—another call had clicked in—legs gapped, tweeded pelvis slightly thrust forward...she held the pose...nonchalantly...ignoring her 'victim' as she dispatched orders....

Amy was mesmerized....she stared at what she thought she saw....she thought...she thought under rich wool tweed...beneath the deep pattern of glen plaid she saw the an outline of thickness fill the inside of Sydd's thigh.... she felt flush....felt a light mist rise on her forehead—a common occurrence since she had arrived in this suite—and then...unconsciously, she licked her lips.... At that she thought she detected a slight smirk on her boss's lips before she pirouetted on a stiletto, leaned over the broad desk and gave her the ass....

That is....a view of the ass—magnificent view of magnificent ass—never missing a beat in the transaction of business....Amy moaned—to herself—was surprised and had to catch herself....and then wondered: 'Why do black women have such marvelous asses?'....caught herself again as Sydd spun back around, dropped the phone into its cradle and asked, 'Now...where were we?...'

Sydd knew damn well where they 'were'....and she directed Amy's attention to the 'where' by placing one well-formed ass-cheek on her desk while one long gapped leg dangled to floor....the form beneath the thigh fabric thickening....

Sydd began the 'interrogation'...the 'tools of torture' on subtle display....the kind of 'display' that made the 'viewer' rub her eyes in disbelief....Sydd was purposeful....there was nothing between the stimulating scratch of heavy wool tweed and her cock except skin....

For the next half hour or so, her talk with Amy was laced with double-entendre....it began with 'briefs'—innocent enough—and progressed hotly through nuanced legalize that advised Amy not to get 'dicked' during her opening argument....the observation that unpreparedness was akin to 'bending over...a sure way to get ass-fucked'....the need to watch out for the 'cocksure'....and ended with Sydd pointing to the door and dismissing her with: 'We need to be absolutely clear, when we march into court, the only thing on this team that gets fucked is pussy....' 

Through it all, Amy squirmed and fidgeted....she even bit her lip...tried not to stare at the snake in Sydd's trou....and then just gave up on the effort and became stupefied.... 'mesmerized' is the word as Sydd's sharp oral ejaculation of 'pussy' snapped her out of her reverie—her musings on 'what' was in her lady-boss's pants, and if and when would she ever find out....

She tried to regain some legal, if not lady-like composure as she tried not to stagger from Sydd's office....clearly headed for the ladies' room....

Sydd gave a knowing nod to her manager who glanced at a clerk....at a decent interval Amy was joined in the facility....

Though Amy would have never known—she was 'pre-occupied'—she had slid into a stall, bolted the door as fast as she possibly could....hoisted her skirt and dropped her drawers even faster....the position she assumed—her back to the door, her head braced on a forearm against the wall would make any 'novice' observer wonder what an anatomical women might be capable of in such a position....

Our 'observer' was anything but a novice...and she had been tracking Amy from the first day she entered suite.... It took a while for Amy's bathroom antics to manifest themselves, but when they did they were as predictable as clock-work...and raised more steam than a sauna.... On more than one occasion, our 'observer' had to lock herself in a stall and seek 'relief' as well....

Amy braced herself against the wall, her head cradled against her forearm....a master at what she about to do, she stuck her whole hand into her mouth and pulled it out spitty....she gapped her legs as far as possible and pushed the three middle fingers up her cunt....the little finger found her asshole and entered....as soon as her thumb grazed her clit, she came....almost lost her balance....regained it....and then began fuck herself with a vengeance...visions of Sydian dancing through her head....in the space of a quarter hour she came four more times....

She righted herself and stepped from the stall licking her fingers....she couldn't resist it....

Our observer caught all this from her own toilet-perch....if she licked her own fingers, we'll never know....

Conveniently, the manager had arranged for this ladies' room to be closed for 'repairs' while Amy was engaged....like everything else she was oblivious to that too....

***

In the bar...neither 'potted' nor 'crocked'...Amy sat between her two co-conspirators...hand grazing their thighs....absentmindedly: 'I need to get fucked...maybe the two of you can approximate the one cock I really want....'

***

The two Dicks may have been offended...even embarrassed...but they were—if nothing else—supreme opportunists....and it wasn't as if they hadn't sampled all of Amy's holes before—singularly and in tandem....bigots like kinky sex too.... They were dutiful....and punishing....they tried to fuck the shit out her—literally—that night.... 

***

4 Lunch

Big law firms are corporate entities. The firm that Schuyler Clewles ran was one of the biggest and most prestigious in the state. His partners could command almost anything they wished...within reason. For instance, senior partners, each, had their own dining rooms—for entertaining clients and all....then there was the executive dining room....Yes, even democracy has its pecking order, and in the democracy-less world of corporate law, class and caste ruled....

Unless, of course, you were S. O. Black....Sydd was known to bring her manager, clerks and interns in to the exec lunch on occasion... 'We need to shake things up a bit!' she'd tell them on the way up.... This time she appeared solo...different plan...same agenda....

It was a winter-white day...another pants-suit....military cropped jacket—high necked, a bit of gold braid; pleated and cuffed pants over a winter-white angora turtleneck...ankle boots the same color....nestling that dangerously dark face with its shock of short, winter wheat napps....that was Sydd as she glided into the dining room....winter-white pashmina round her neck and shoulders....

The two of them saw her—started for a moment, then starred—then tried to go back to their meal....under his breath, Dick One muttered, 'Bitch....' Dick Two grunted in assent....

Surprising the two of them, without invitation, she had the waiter draw the chair at their table, and sat down....Dick Two choked on red wine....couldn't regain his composure before he stained his heavily starched white shirt.... Ever at the ready, in a lightening motion, Sydd dabbed her linen napkin into her water glass, grabbed his tie and yanked him to her as she blotted the spot.... 'Are you alright, Richard?' she intoned.... 'That will stop it from spreading, but I'm afraid you've ruined a terribly expensive shirt....but we pay you enough to buy many, many more, don't we?'....




The Board Room



He flushed....Dick One reddened considerably....

'I'll be fine, Syd—Ms. Black....' He stumbled....

'Sydd'll do....' She smiled....

Turning to Dick One... 'You guys had quite a night last night, huh?...'

His turn to choke, but he had nothing to choke on.... 'Beg pardon?...' he blurted....bead of sweat collecting in the hairline....

'O, I just saw you guys coming out of O'Shay's last night.... I was walking Roscoe—a friend's dog.... I know it was Cup Nite, and O'Shay's draws the crowd—good match, right?'

Dick Two started to relax and speak...the kick to the shin was sharp....

She went on.... 'I just love it when they put the stick to someone...and the double-teams are just marvelous.... You're a playa, right, Ricardo?...' That was intentionally with an extended 'A'...no 'R'....

'Er....No, Sydd....' He got it out but just barely....

'No? Funny... I have no idea where I might have gotten that idea....for some reason I thought I heard that both you were 'stick-bois'—great on the double-team and all.... And here I thought I had found a couple guys I could discuss brawling with—you know where they pull the shirts over the head and almost strip the other guy naked while they're letting her have it...? Well, ya never know...sometimes you get these things wrong.... I just KNEW you bois were 'stick-bois'.... She let her voice trail off...glanced at her watch.... 'O....gotta go....Some of us have to work you know....maybe I'll run into you bois again....'

***

'What the fuck was that all about,' Dick-Two as he straightened his tie and checked the ugly red wine stain it wouldn't cover....

'The bitch made us last night....' Ricardo said into the washbowl....

'So....? We were at a pub, watching a game.... So what?'

'Sometimes, you are such an idiot!.... she made us! All that "stick-boi, double-team" shit....She knows we nailed Amy last night.... We didn't come out of O'Shay's alone....'

Richard starred into the mirror.... 'So....? We fucked her—what's the problem?...'

'That's not the problem, idiot!....the problem is that Sydian Black knows!!! The question is, what else does she know?!' 

***

The widest of corridors can be the narrowest of halls....

Sydd swung off the elevator....that elegant stride that ate up distance, made her hips sway, and all sorts of admirers stop and stare....

Down a corridor of this big firm, who should she pass?....you guessed it...and why not?.... 'Aaaaaay-meee!...radiant as usual!....busy night, huh, girlie?!....

Bright red....bright red! Didn't know someone so pale could go so bright....

'I—I'm sorry?!' Amy blurted...dumbfounded and shame-faced....

'The report....the report, Darlin''....Sydd whispered striding by....

She thought she could almost hear Amy's knees knocking....

Amy turned to follow her senior colleague down the hall with her eyes....she wasn't so shook that she didn't note that there was no panty-line swaying under those winter-white wool slacks....

***

Amy....Amy, the 'Buffy' of them all....the Firm's own A/F poster-child....Amy who owned a retriever....our own fair-haired Amy was becoming a bit of a cock-hound....Unh-huh...Amy....

Sydd had taken Jr off the case after he had provided the last tid-bit on the ménage between Amy and Dick-One and Dick-Two....Avia stepped nicely into place and did so with a multiple of looks....wigs and makeup are a wonder....

Sydd got Avia on for a couple of nights of waitressing at O'Shay's....Avia also managed to catch Amy going into an adult 'bookstore'.... 'Damn,' Sydd thought, 'It doesn't get much better than this.... Folks need to be careful of who they fuck with.... One should never underestimate one's opponent....'

In the bookstore, Amy pretended to browse aimlessly.... 'Via did the same in another aisle.... She let Amy take her time....besides there was some interesting shit in here and it had been along time since 'Via had had time for this kind of frivolity—besides between she and Jr's antics and Sydd's 'assignments,' she experienced more than her share of graphic carnality—but there WERE some delicious pics of some big dicked brothas on the shelves....made her think it was time to photograph Jr again....

Amy became seriously pre-occupied at an enormous wall display of dildos....her eyes darted left and right, up and down, then finally came to rest in the section that contained black cock in all its various sizes and hues....she began to touch, heft, weigh...and then, fondle....

'Via discretely slid a wafer-thin digital from her coat pocket and got five or six pics before she approached....she rounded the aisle switching on the recorder....

'Yeh...I love that one....'

Amy jumped....

'I'm sorry, Huni....I didn't mean to scare you.... You were just handlin' what I love so much....In fact, that's why I'm in here on my break...I need a replacement....wore that last muthafucka out!'....Avia laughing out loud.... 'And by the looks of things...if you'll pardon me....looks like you'll do the same thing.... I mean, I don't mean no harm or disrespect or nuthin', but you a cute white girl...lil makeup and you'd be a bangin' bitch....'

Amy could only stare...mouth slightly ajar....

'Yes girl....I suck mine too....works for me... 'specially right before I'm ready for the 'work-out!'....laughing again.... 'reminds me of my boyfriend—all long and big and thick....come to think of it....he'd LOVE you!....'

Amy turned a deeper shade of pink.... Her nipples were punching the front of her sweater...her panties were full of gunk....and she was choking a big, fat, twelve-inch black dildo—realistic—or so it said—and starring at Avia who had hadn't bothered to close her coat.... Her nipples were winking at Amy through what appeared be gauze....but on a winter's day like today???...Amy thought she was hallucinating....

'I—I need to pay for this....' Amy stammered....

'Wait, Huni...don't just buy one.... Hell, nah!....You know we got more than one hole....and WE do have THOSE needs too....' Avia whispered handing Amy two more plastic pricks, a bit smaller than the first, but bigger than anything Amy had ever experienced...but certainly not as big—Amy was sure—as the cock she truly desired....

Amy seemed in a hurry to make her purchases—hah! So 'Via bid her goodbye: 'If we run into each other again, Boo, maybe my babi will be with me...then she can show you what one of those REALLY look like....' she giggled....

Amy turned red...then white—but had the presence of mine to speak before she rushed out: 'I thought you said your 'boyfriend'?'

'I did...' Avia giggled again... 'but my girlfriend got more cock than him'....she burst out laughing.... 'You know...she one of them... 'he-she's'....but she so fine....and lawd! Can she fuck!'....You go on now....Have fun!....

***

'Have fun! Have fun!'....that was all that Amy could think of as she hurried back to her apartment with her bundle—her thighs slick and sliding together from all the lubricant she had produced....visions of Avia, her dark hung man, and some mysterious 'he-she' dancing in her head....

***

5 Cock-Whore

Sydd rolled when Avia 'went' ghetto and gave her act of meeting and advising Amy in the bookstore.... However, it only became clear later that week how addicted Amy was to the fantasy of black dick ....

There was the 'bathroom patrol'....late afternoons, Amy would slide into the ladies' room surreptitiously...believing that at no one saw her, or at least no one cared—it was—as she played it—nothing out of the ordinary....

At least two pairs of eyes clocked her bathroom activities....Sydd's manager and our 'observer,' a law clerk.... Before we proceed you may want to ask why these two would undertake such surveillance? The short answer could be because their boss had instructed them to—clear and simple.... But as we all know, very little in the world is clear and simple, and certainly not if you work for S. O. Black....

Working for Sydian Onyx Black inspired the fiercest of loyalties. Why? Because SOB was fiercely loyal to all who worked for her—if they deserved it....Sydd had saved these two—resurrected their careers....they had been victims of pretensions and racism of little Ms Amy 'Whitebread'....so there was motive as well.... Yet, paramount to all of this, was the fact that they felt that their boss had integrity....that in a world of bastards and nasty bitches, they at least had a bitch who would fight for them....

***

Bathroom patrol.... Unobtrusively, Amy slides into the ladies' room....finds her favorite stall and locks herself in....lately, it's noted, she carries her bag with her....nothing curious there, right?

Minutes later—never too quickly—the observer enters....

Sydd's manager discretely places the 'Out-of-Service' cone in the alcove....

The observer's stealth is irreproachable.... She could have been in the stall with Amy and Amy would not have noticed....Then again, Amy wouldn't have noticed because Amy was too busy gettin' busy....

***

Amy quickly but efficiently laid out her 'tools'....first was her 'Big Black Cock/Tight White Ass' mag....she placed this on the floor opened to the day's inspirational images: today's choice: big titted blonde—not unlike Amy—being a cowgirl slut on some major black wood.... Page two: another blonde, equally racked and equally slutty, with a hand on each ass-cheek pulling them wide apart to accommodate a true monster....makes you wonder....

In the fold...not to obscure the images, she put two of her dildos.... Lastly, a tube of lube is produced from her bag which she hangs on the back of the stall door....

Amy first lubes her prizes...that is, after she licks and sucks them....it's a wonder that they need lube after she's done the preliminaries...one might say that she's 'thorough'....and, uh, 'capable'....

Then with equal dexterity she lubes her asshole—her pussy has more than its share of slick....

Then, her favorite—'Big Boy'—though the observer once thought the she heard the name 'Sydd' sighed at the beginning of one session.... 'Big Boy' is clearly used to rev things up...get 'juices flowing'....to create a heat—such an intensity—that inhibitions—even in a ladies' room stall—are cast to the winds....well, as much as they might be....

The upshot? All that big black cock stretching her pussy makes an asshole hot....it too begins to clench and beg....the answer to its pleas? 'Big Boy's' not so little 'brother'....

It can only be supposed that Amy has some experience at this—there are Dick One and Dick Two, after all....but even combined, they possess nothing like this....

On these washroom forays, Amy becomes oblivious to everything except the fuck she gives her two holes....she is oblivious to the incessant buzzing and humming of her two 'friends'—she is quite unaware that they can be heard—in fact, if it were the men's room, one would look for the barber....

And...she is equally oblivious to the sounds of her own pleasure....first, the sounds of hard, slicked rubber penetrating then sliding in and out of hot, slicked flesh....flesh creating more slickness from penetration and sliding....the mere sounds of wetness.... 

And then oblivious to the fact that she has become, over time and through this habit, unable to contain herself....she emotes her own pleasure now....it is audible....she is audible...her audibility is now a part of her pleasure....she and it can not be separated....

***

Sydian has done Amy a supreme service in these ladies' room surveillances....she has protected her....she has set up the security parameter into which Amy may come and go unmolested—granted, she 'molests' herself in there—Sydd has provided her with a safe space....this needs to be....there are other plans....

***

6 Secrets Kept

Black man, big black dog....R and Roscoe out for a stroll....up to that moment Roscoe has been heeled....R lets the lead out ever so slightly—gives Roscoe his head....the dog collides, then skirts round the well dressed young man....snaring him in his lead....forcing him to loose his balance....

In an instance...R is there at his elbow, keeping him from crashing to the ground.... 'I am quite sorry, Sir....sometimes he just gets his head—it's almost as if there's something in the air....'

There is no act of gratitude....the arm is jerked back as if the hand steadying is diseased—contagious....the man glares.... 'you need to control that BIG, BLACK BASTARD! You need control!' he snaps in a hiss....disengages himself and wheels in the opposite direction....

A 'marked' man....the devices place in the coat pocket and in the brief's envelope will track him for seven days....then....poof!....and R will then track him for another seven....

***

Roscoe loves him some Sydd [see 'Big Dog']....the big, black, unshorn nappy-haired poodle is nearly as tall as she when he rears and places his fore paws on her shoulders in his attempt to lick that lovely face.... 'Roscoe! You KNOW I don't play that, Boo....'....she lets him down, pats and strokes him....refers to him affectionately as 'My Nigga-Dog'....while his master briefs her....

'One Richard Poleman...' R begins.... 'interesting character....'

'Aren't they all?....' Sydd offers....an observation, not a question.... 

'Some are more interesting than others,' R offers....

Sydd glances up....R has a laptop open a series of stills begin to rotate slowly across the 17 inch screen chronicling the events of one Richard Poleman—'Dick-Two'—for those more intimately acquainted—over the course of seven days....

She motions for R to stop the slide-show for a moment.... 'Let's go back to the beginning.... How did you position yourself for these?.... I don't need 'trade secrets,' but I do need to know how to cover everyone's asses, including yours and mine....'

R clears his throat, as if to say 'You should know better....' Sydd cocks a brow.... He begins.... 'tracking devices, surreptitiously planted with a life of 168 hours—approximately seven days—before dissolution....the devices are keyed to a fairly high-power gps....using standard mapping technology—some of which is available on any search engine—some of which is quite good—the subject can be watched not simply crossing a mapped grid but actually entering a premises—not simply by number—but by actual physical locale....if we were linked into a more powerful system...I could show him walking any door he entered....'

R stroked the keyboard twice....a blinking light tracked across the grid...he stroked once more....street names appeared to label the dot's progress....another stroke, and buildings sprung up along the streets making a cityscape that looked vaguely familiar....

Sydd glazed for a moment...bit her lip—'Enough! Enough....' It wasn't that she was a technophobe, it was simply that sometimes she felt that technology should have its limits...even for those who purportedly wanted to use it for good....

R waited for her signal to resume....

She gave it.

The slide-show kicked back in....

'The three things I think you'll find of most interest are these...'

Image one: adult bookstore.... 'OK,' Sydd thought... 'healthy, sexually active, American male....'

R pointed out one interesting dynamic he felt worth noting concerning the image: 'He spent a fair amount of time in this space...and he left with nothing....most of his time was spent in the second floor rear....'

Sydd raised her eyebrow again....

'Gay men's section...complete with gloryholes....'

Image two: strip club....this time, Sydd picked upon it: 'He's definitely in the wrong place to be the 'Wilbur Whitebread' routine at work....'

The club was in a kind of 'no-man's land'—an in between space that 'lawyers from up-scale firms' usually didn't frequent—particularly, white, ultra-conservative, racist lawyers....

The club catered to those who liked their 'women' dark, aggressive, and 'packin'....Sydd and Avia had been known to frequent this spot—even dance there on occasion....Sydd regretted that she hadn't had the opportunity to pick up on this one—it might have saved a lot people a lot of aggravation—maybe even some jobs....

Last image: murky...almost in silhouette....

'Where is this?'

'Behind the club....' R answered....

From what she could make out, there were two figures....one kneeling...at the crotch of the other....

R refocused the image....honed in on one every specific item...marked it, then brought the entire image into line....

The figure whose crotch was being serviced was obviously wearing heels....

Sydd turned to R.... 'Is that him....and is he doing what I think he's doing?...'

'One and the same, and both....' R nodded....

***

Avia was there within the half hour....

R told the two of them that Dick-Two seemed to be a creature of habit sexually.... He hit the club two to three times a week—Tuesdays and Thursdays, maybe on the weekend....

'That gives us the rest of this week in the hope that he'll appear.... I'll need both of you on this one—we have to have more that silhouettes.... You up for this , 'Via? You're gonna have to get that cock sucked....'

'In that case, he'll just have to get me up!.... If not.... I know we can depend on ol' R, here....' She giggled gripping the inside of her 'accomplice's' thigh....

He simply grunted: 'Combat-pay, right?' 

***

Richard Poleman showed up on Friday evening....late.... They had all hoped that they would not have to take this into the next week....

Avia was there....R worked the dj's booth....everyone oblivious to his equipment—thinking it was simply all more of the stuff that djs carried to set their work off from everyone else....

When Avia saw Dick-Two enter, she upped her game and began to work the room in fever-pitch....OK—maybe the wrong metaphor here—what she really did was 'fever-inducing'...designed over the of time—of her own determination; by her own administration—to make all temperatures rise—and in particular, that of the Poleman....

She had calculated this from the beginning of the week....here, it culminated in Friday's look: in order to raise the temperature—all temperatures—she was red hot....

***

Avia is the color of dark copper—burnished to a glow that gives the impression that she is always 'in the furnace'...the fact is she is a furnace....sexual heat rises from her when she's doing something as 'dull' as reading a book....you can be certain that that was one of the things that threw Amy off-guard in their bookstore encounter....

Tonite, she was ready for the Dick....question was, was he ready for her? Totally and absolutely rhetorical...even if the boi had known weeks in advance 'what fate awaited' him, no amount of lead-time or study could have prepped him for Avia—and particularly, NOT Avia, tonite....

There she was glowing...and in red.... 'Via—you should know—is built something like Sydd—in fact, quite like Sydd, only a head or so taller....slim, athletic, racked, and beautiful.... Tonite, red page-boi...red lycra top and micro-mini—she's supposed to be a dancer, right? Needs to be able to move....and red, patent-leather thigh high boots—stiletto heels....the tight, tight red thong that's 'choking her jewels peeks with every bend and twist of her hips....when she reaches too high, her nipples free themselves, exposing her gold nipple-rings—a gift from Ms Sydd....

She made the thong purposefully tight tonite....she wanted its discomfort to be her sexual goad....she wanted to be hot—and extremely hard—when her moment came.... 

'Via wouldn't dance for him at first....but she danced everywhere that might place her in his line of sight....and she danced mostly for brothers....letting them handle her any way they wanted—just the way she wanted....

She 'cow-girled' knees and crotches making big dicks bigger.... If she rode a brother's knee she made sure one of the two hands that gripped the high was full of cock....two or three she rode long enough to milk—she took their cream; made them nutt in their pants as they stuffed bills down her top.... One or two she coaxed out of their zippers....and got close enough to scald with hot, creamy spit.... At least one had a cock so pretty...so thick...so black...that she couldn't resist handling it.... She made him cum all over her red leather opera glove....then she fed it back to him...he took it dutifully, and she rubbed all that tight ass against his chest....




The Board Room



At each moment of conquest—this went on for forty-five minutes to an hour—she made sure that she made eye contact with Dick-Two....she especially did this whenever some big, meaty paw covered her thong—she would grind into it and then push off and dance away....

The last time she did this she strutted by his table....he reached out and grasped her wrist.... She looked down at him hot-eyed and let the words form on that perfect, thick red-slashed mouth: 'What do you want, Daddi?'....

His mouth was crotch-high, and she thrust it at him with movement so slight that even he doubted she had done it....the smell of perfume and sweat and pre-cum mixed together in a musk that made his head swim....he tried to bring his best game, but even to him, it was clear he was out of his league: 'I want you, Bitch....' He said, trying to sound the playa....

'That so?' 'Via smiled—trying not to laugh—'and what of this bitch, you want?'....pushing that crotch just a half inch closer....

Before he could answer, her music came up and she broke into the nastiest dance of the night—right there for him—or so he thought....

She straddled him and rocked in his lap....pulled his jacket back as she peeled down her top and rubbed her sweaty titties all over his very expensive, starched white shirt....she thought she could feel his nipples rise behind the fabric....

She cover his mouth with her thick, red-coated lips and hummed 'Nasty Girl' while her tongue wrestled with his....

Then she backed off him....turned round, and backed up on him....her ass all in his chest and worked....he reached between her legs and grasped the hardness in her thong and began to stroke it....

'Moment of truth,' she thought....pushed her mini up over her hips and gripped the bows of her thong between thumbs and forefingers...gave a slight tug—all in rhythm—and all of her goodness sprang forth....

'You want this, Daddi?' she cooed....

***

Poleman was 'drugged'...he was 'drunk'...he was 'intoxicated'.... This bitch was too fuckin' fine and here she was dancing in front of him...the prettiest, hardest cock he'd ever seen almost on the tip of his tongue, and this fine, muthafuckin' bitch was asking him if this was what he wanted....

He reached forward...caught Avia's hips and pulled her to him.... There was no resistance on her part.... She knew two things: she knew what she had to do—R was shooting her every move—had been since Poleman walked into the club....and she knew what she wanted to do—she was hot as fuck....she needed relief and she had fantasize all week about getting right here—in this mouth...she wanted to fuck this mouth...not because it was attractive...but because of what it represented....if ever there was a mouth that SHOULD be fucked, this was one....

So she leaned into him with a vengeance—intent on punishing him....no niceties.... 'Via bottomed in his throat on the first stroke...felt him gag and held him on her cock....strong hand away from the camera firmly behind his head....then she pulled back and began to ride....

R caught it all for posterity....

***

7 Cocksucker

Ricardo deCulo sat in his office....nice office....for a junior....not quite what he had in mind...yet not bad....not like the seniors' suites—nothing like what that bitch commanded....

DeCulo....bright boi from a very good family—'Hispanic'—he was quick to let you know...no taint here...no mixing of unsavory bloods....a youngster longing for the good old days of the Cold War, unbridled machismo, and when lessers knew their place....his favorite fantasy: Sydd in maid's uniform....happily dusting...or own her knees...waxing...Master Ricardo's cock....

Ricardo deCulo—Dick-One—was as white as they come for a Spanish-speaking white boi...and he wanted to remind you—emphatically—of the whiteness of his Spanish heirs—the conquistadores who made all of this possible....he took great pains to make all of this obvious by denigrating everyone below him, and particularly singling out people of color—specifically the Spanish-speaking dark ones—to unleash his own venom....

As usual, his mail had been neatly compartmentalized and stacked according to priority....external, sorted by client; internal, by the hierarchy of the firm....then the miscellaneous....

The manila, inner-office envelope sat in the middle of the desk....its presence was as portentous as it was out of place—it didn't fit into his system....As he slid behind the desk into the sumptuous leather desk chair, it both commanded his attention and threw him off-guard....

He lifted it...weighed it...noted its flimsiness.... Then undid the cord.... The content slid out effortlessly.... Two 8x11, high-resolution glossies.... 

***

Two 8x11, high-resolution glossies....

She was beautiful....coppered-colored, black chick in a red, Asian-cut wig....the face was exquisite....and in ecstasy....

His eyes slid further down the page.... 'Damn!' he mused... 'This one is 'special'....as he caught sight of her tits—two up-thrust cones...nipples straining for some invisible pleasure....

Then his eyes came to what really made her special and the source of the ecstasy and the angst in her face....from what he could tell, this black chick had a very, very big cock...and it was embedded in the mouth of some slobbering white boi....

Ricardo wanted to turn away but her image was just too powerful...the dick in Dick-One had gotten the best of him....

***

In what might be best described as a 'cold sweat', Dick-One reached for the second photo....when he brought it into his line of sight all the blood drained from his face....he recognized the face on the other end of that cock....the one that looked as if it was attempting to choke itself.... 'Poleman...!'he said under his breath—more in gasp....before he collapsed back into his seat....

***

'Get a hold, dammit! Get a hold! He cursed softly to himself....he needed to steady himself and think this through....

He rose from the desk and moved to the bar....the cubes clinked in the glass as they were splashed with Glen Livett....he keyed the remote for the cd-player....he needed to be calmed....

It was 'classical'....though not the kind of classical that either you or I— or even he— might have had in mind....this 'classic'—one that would certainly be remembered—would be archived in quite a different space....

The voice was looped....over and over....in a deep, shallow, guttural tone, the woman's voice repeated: 'Give me that big, black cock, Bitch...fill all my holes.... Give me that big, black cock, Bitch...fill all my holes....'

He thought he was going crazy—loosing it....

***

'So glad you could stop by, Richard....' She began down the long conference table....

He remembered Amy's description of her: 'an Executioner'.... She was dressed for the part...

It was a long, long, tight black dress that clutched at her calves....stopping just there....at a pair of very, very dark, seamed Cuban-heeled stockings that slid into black, patent-leather, peep-toed stilettos....at her waist was a very wide corset belt, making it all seem impossibly thin; making her seem impressively domineering...and in charge....and she was....

Then there was that incredible black face...and that shock of unruly, short, nappi blond hair....

'How long have you been with us, Richard?'.... how could he know that this question—like all the rest—was rhetorical....

'Five years'.... He blurted out....

'Five years,' she repeated softly....

He nodded like an embarrassed school boi....

'Five years,' she sighed again.... 'You, Amy, and Ricardo have been meteoric....'

He nods again...the heat in his cheeks starting to burn....

'Tell me....' --the tone is emphatic—he snaps to attention....

'Tell me.... Did you actually think that five years would be enough to insulate you against all the mischief you created?...would be enough to protect you from all the shit you caused to be rained down upon this firm?....Did you honestly think that someone—no matter how high—would be willing to cover your ass—YOUR ASSES—forever?'....she added the last bit, drawing out 'asses' for dramatic emphasis.... She wanted him to know that no one would escape her wrath....

He winced.... No answer....

She walked the length of the table....thumbed open the manila envelope she carried and twenty-five or more glossies cascaded to the table....

Behind the burning of his eyes he heard her ask—rhetorically—'Did you truly think that five years of snot-nosed, sophomoric, bigoted, and racist behavior, could protect you from THIS?....'

She glided back to the other end of the table and out the door....

Tears splashed silently onto the scattered 8x11s....

***

She re-entered just as noiselessly as she had exited....she wanted to give him time...but not too much time—old interrogation technique from her days in the DA's office....

'Worse day of your life, huh?' she said softly....

He nodded 'Yes'....

'That's what I like about you bois...regular candy-asses....you're probably thinking suicide about, now....'

He jerked up in his chair....Again the look of a school boi caught in his own shit....

'Could you possibly think I would let you off that easy?....Could you???!!!'

He stared...for a moment....tried to recall everything he had ever heard about S. O. Black....and then said sofly...almost inaudibly: 'What do you want me to do...?'

***

Amy was just about to emerge from the ladies' room after her routine afternoon relief...Before she could leave the washbowl, Sydd was at her side....

'You know....' --a rather long pause—'I would have thought that a partner in this firm—albeit, a junior partner—would have learned to practice a bit more discretion....See you in my office in—let's say—thirty minutes....'

Amy went whiter than usual....

***

Sydd began—Amy's loop playing softly as background—'Some psychiatrists believe in sexual addiction....Me...I believe it's a crock....What about you?'....another rhetorical question...that Amy didn't get....

She answered, shakened.... 'I ....I...I don't know....' voice full of tremors....

'But it does seem that you have a --shall we say—'fixation?....'

Amy could only stare at the table....her turn to have the tears well up in her eyes....

'I suppose I should be flattered, though....Was that really my name you were whispering....?' Sydd had made her way down the table....Amy could catch that subtle scent of her that made hairs stand on end—that gave her a certain electricity—that made more than her eyes wet....

'So....the 'black bitch' turns you on, huh...?' Sydd whispered....stroked Amy's hair....and Amy did just as expected....came....

And quite hard, at that....

'Good....' Sydd said softly....the only thing punctuating the silence was the door closing behind her....And Amy's sobs—the combination of shame and release....

***

Sydd let her stew...

She re-entered with towels—hot and dry—and let Amy try to give some order back to her appearance....

Again, softly: 'Amy...Amy...Amy.... What are we to do with you?...'

Again, the rhetorical....Again, Amy misses her cue...she answers: 'Whatever you want, Ms Black....Whatever....' the voice trails off....

***

'YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!....' that was about all that Ricardo could get out before two burly gentlemen—both of them black—ejected him from his favorite watering hole—O'Shay's....

Amy looked at Richard—Dick-Two—with red-rimmed eyes and sighed....his eyes—blood-shot—told the same story....

'She was right....' He croaked....

'She said he would turn against us,' Amy began....

'He always thought he was better than us...superior....' Dick-Two....

They went on into the night—until closing....rationalizing--justifying about how they had turned on the friend—their one-time, erstwhile friend...their confidant....their CO-CONSPIRATOR....

They needed to rationalize....but if the truth be told, they didn't turn....they were flipped....

They had simply encountered a force they hadn't reckoned on....a force—in their young professional lives—that was both irresistible and immoveable.... A force, that for them, was also unknowable and therefore incalculable....

They had come across Sydian Black....

***

'Here...let me help you....' The extended hand was firm; the heft was strong as he was pulled up from the curb....

'Funny...that I should be pulling you up out of the gutter, Ricardo....' she said..... 'Funny, but not altogether unexpected....

'You need to learn a bit about strategy and tactics....there's a lot you need to know about under-estimating your enemy—and let there be no doubt—I AM YOUR ENEMY....' It wasn't loud...it was simply emphatic....

'Maybe I should give you a reading list....

'From the looks of things...You'll have some time on your hands....' With that she handed him his severance check.... 'Don't bother to pick up your things... I'll have them shipped to you....

'By the way....You should always remember one thing.... Never...never...fuck with me and mine....

'Gotta go....got a party to plan....Toodles!... O, wipe that shit off your coat!...'

She spun away from him....began her walk up the avenue, huge nappy-haired, unshorn poodle at her side....

The day before New Year's Eve....

***

8 Auld Acquaintance...Best Forgotten—Epilogue 

New Year's Eve....

The condo beneath the penthouse is ablaze.... Its three glass walls are a show of lights that overlooks the river at the point where it joins the lake....

The door bell sounds over and over.... Richly resonates to the glittery sound of clinking champagne flutes and the flutter of laughter and light conversation.... This is a private party—a very private party....

Guests arrive....in little or nothing....feminine types drop their wraps at door to reveal nothing beneath them—save heels—or undergarments so flimsy—and provocative—that nudity would be considered more demure....the range of stilettos—pumps, peep-toe, sandals, ankle boots, over-the-calf, over-the-knee, thigh high boots—boggles the mind; sends the shoe fetishists into catatonic shock....their planes are only broken by garter belts and corsets—the most expensive and ornate—tethered to stockings of all hues and textures....these tending to end just beneath some meticulously shaven crotch....convexed and concaved

The men.... As for the men, there was the tendency for a bit more discretion....Many had arrived in silk pajama bottoms—some in leather pants—beneath their coats....many shirtless; others in all manner of tops that raised the eyebrows of potential partners: silk T's and tanks; meshes and nets; leather straps and wide, wide belts....some needed no encouragement to leave their pants at the door with their chaperones' wraps.... And for some—when the pants came down—there was both admiration and anticipation—even cocks that were not hard stirred the imagination.... 

Except for the hostesses and hosts, the guests were all given masks—a matter of party discretion—which they might or might not wear....the more creative—particularly among the feminine types—had simply made their faces up so exquisitely and with such creative fervor that they were incognito cognito.... 'the unknown known' so-to-speak....

Host and hostess—sometimes all four—greeted guests at the door....coats and wraps were gathered by a tall willowy blonde wearing little more than an extremely sheer apron, hose, stilettos, a smile and upturned breasts with gold-studded nipples....her face made up artistically to disguise, but not to hide beauty or....ardor.... One got the impression that she was truly pleased to be here....that something or someone had smiled upon her...she had been blessed....

A young, blondish white male toured the flat wit a tray of champagne....his only attire: a half-mask, bow-tie and gold-plated cockring....the heft of his cock and its leakage indicated that he, too, was quite happy to be here under any circumstance....he, too, looks vaguely familiar....

***

A New Year's Eve sampler: they virtually came from all walks of life—to be sure, there were no pimps or drug dealers here—no hardened criminal types—if they had even thought of appearing on the premises, let alone at Sydd's door, there would not have been a stiletto long enough to pry out of their asses....but there were some women...and wmn...and young men who ...shall we say...on other occasions would be using their charms in the most 'professional' of ways....but tonight, they are guests of S.O. Black....and like everyone else on the premises—including the District Attorney, the Commissioner of Police, and the Mayor's chief aide, all knew the meaning of the word discretion....The only power that truly scared Sydd was her own....

So....At the New Year's Eve bash people mingled and fucked....or had whatever kind of sex they wished that was consensual and within....even Sydd's BDSM friends were tame by their standards at this event....

A sampler: two gorgeous young men on a divan facing the river, its back to the crowd, are reflected in the ceiling to floor glass as they jerk one another off....the only thing as passionate as the pumping fists is their lip-lock....

Just beyond them, near a brazier on the balcony that wraps three sides of the condo, is another couple...in furs....two women it appears...at first glance....the dark one leans over the rail with her fur raised while the pale one approaches her from behind....the scene unfolds as the pale eases a thick, bright red strapon up her lover's ass—that is her lover for this instance—then reaches round to grasp what is equally as hard between her lover's thighs....at that moment, their tongues, too, start to grapple with each other....

The floor in front of the front fireplace is also occupied....a young Asian woman had made herself the center of attention...two young men—of unidentifiable ethnic background—dark, built, exquisitely hung...filled her holes, front and back....her moans were muffled as they echoed into an equally exquisite black cunt....perched above her mouth, pussy lips spread and splayed, was a stunning, bald, black woman, whose temporarily tattooed face, gave off a fierce eroticism magnified by the rapturous grimace her climax fixes on her entire person....

These scenes are replicated throughout the flat....they exist along with the tinkling of ice and crystal....conversation and laughter....against a backdrop of sighs and moans....

***

The condo is filled with revelers....the door chimes once again....Sydd opens it...Avia flanks; R and Jr are to their rears—actually not bad places to be, given who they are....

Schuyler—he of Clewles, Oles, Cunter, and Koch—Sydd often mused what the would be called on the street if her name preceded all theirs—'Black C.O.C.K.—(bad joke, huh?)—in any case, Schuyler had arrived with his former trophy-wife, whom Sydd had only, and purposely, met in passing....she had aged well over the years—in spite of what Sydd might have supposed were Schuy's antics—or maybe because of them—but quite well, indeed....

An olive-complected, redhead, statuesque—stunning, even Sydd would share....legs for days—roughly Sydd's height—and ass that some secretive African ancestor must have bequeathed to her—and a rack that only Schuy's money could have bought.... Great smile, too....

Sydd mused.... 'How could I have let all that pass me by all this time....'

'Welcome Schuy....Diana, soooo happy you could come....'

Diana coos: 'Wouldn't have missed this for the world.... Heard so much about this affair, as one hears about it, that is'....she chuckled, as she shed her floor-length ermine to reveal gold nipple-rings, a gold, chain-link belt, and a pussy-ring that appeared to be a small bell.... All this was mounted in gold, four-inch stilettos, whose gold chain motif wound their way up her calves....