3 comments/ 91056 views/ 4 favorites When Opportunity Knocks By: magichands Lee, our good friend Bill, and I were just sitting around on the deck at our house. The afternoon sun was filtering through the trees, it was around 80° out and simply pleasant. Bill is a year or two younger than my 58 years, and like me, in good shape for the age. Unlike me, he is active in several local clubs, and he tries from time to time to get me to join. The idea of sitting in some meeting a couple times a month never really does it for me, so I always declined or changed the subject. Lee was looking her usual very nice, as she hopped up from time to time to refill the pitcher of ice water and add a few snacks to the table. I liked watching her firm 49 year old bottom twitch as she walked into the house. In the course of the conversation, Bill mentioned that he was the entertainment director for an all men's club up near Longview in Washington. He told us that they had 2 new members, and it was initiation night the next evening. I braced myself for the usual plug to get me to join, but he surprised me by asking if I knew of any pretty ladies who might be interesting in doing a "little show". Bill told me that usually they just hired a professional dancer from one of the agencies, and the club was a little tired of the slick and boring shows they put on. So his job was to come up with a fresh face, who would do a semi-strip down to panties and bra at least. I just listened as he went into detail how the pros would strip to a skimpy G-string, and twirl around a few times, the collect their $250 and be gone. "Good grief!" I said. "The club pays $250 for THAT? All they need to do is stop at any nightclub and buy a beer and they would do better!" "Yes, I know", Bill said, "But most of these guys are older, and wouldn't be caught dead in a strip club." I thought of that a minute, and understood. I wouldn't bother, either. I thought about my students at the Massage Therapy College I teach at, and none popped right up in my mind, besides, I wasn't really sure how to go about even asking one of them. About that time Lee came back out, and she had caught just a piece of the conversation. Giggling, she asked Bill what that was all about. He blushed a bit but explained what he was looking for. Lee grinned, and did a twirl, and said, "Will I do?" I laughed at her, and mentioned something about how she might feel a little foolish showing off her 50 year old fanny to a bunch of white haired horney old coots, and she stuck her tongue out at me and turned around and bent over! "Just what is wrong with my 49 year old ass?" she said, giving me a dark look. Poor Bill turned beet red, he never has gotten completely used to Lee. Bill is mostly a metal detecting and fishing buddy, and that is it. I told Lee there was nothing wrong with her butt, and reached out to grab her but she skittered away, laughing. Things returned to small talk, but Lee kept interjecting questions, like "How much does it pay, how many songs, how far does the dancer go, on and on.." Bill told her the amount, and that the dancer usually went fully nude for just a second as a finale, and that they wanted an amatuer instead of a professional for a change. I glanced at Lee and noticed her nipples were poking the top of her bikini a bit, and thought, "Oh-oh!" "I will do it!" Lee suddenly exclaimed. Bill did another one of his blushes, and looked at me with a funny look. I just shrugged. Bill said that there would be about 30 men there all told, plus the two new members. They would all be strangers except for him. Lee just laughed, and told he could just close his eyes during the dance if he wanted. "Well, it would be different" he said. "Why not?" I admit I wasn't too sure of this myself, doing a peek-a-boo in public for a second or two was one thing, dancing nearly naked for a roomful of old men was another, but what the hell. That night, Lee asked me what she should wear, I wasn't much help since I didn't have a clue. Then she asked me how far she should go, I simply told her Bill said they went "all the way", so that was up to her! The next night I got home a little early, Lee was all ready to go. The club is about 70 miles from our house, so off we went. Bill met us at the door and ushered us into the back room. Lee went over and peeked into the meeting hall, and came back with a grin. "Boy, you weren't kidding!" she said. "It is a sea of gray hair out there!" I just laughed and told her to not cause any heart attacks. While we waited for the 10:00 showtime call, Lee fiddled with her makeup, tugged on the hem of her rather modest dress. She looked like a lady ready for an evening on the town. I realized she was wearing a bra, I didn't know she owned one, and no nylons, another surprise. She had carefully applied makeup, Lee is a wonder at that. When she does put on makeup, which is rare, one still has to look very closely to realize she has any on at all. I had to admit that she was beautiful, her off-black soft dress left one smooth shoulder bare, and fit her lean 112# frame perfectly. It hit me that it was the same dress she had worn to a Charity Ball in Portland a few years before, and it still fit her just as well. I have to say I was proud of the way she looked, but I was also nervous since I had no idea at all of what she planned to do. Just then, Bill knocked softly on the door, and said "showtime!" My job was to control the music, so I went first and took my post over at the side. The equipment was all set up, there were 10 discs, each one labeled in the order Lee wanted. It hit me that she had put some planning into this! Where I was sitting, I had a clear view of the whole room, as Lee entered and exited, she would pass right by me, so she could cue me to hit the buttons. There was a bank of light switches right by my side, too. I looked over the labels, some marked with colors, one said "strobe", etc. I was just wishing I had had a couple of minutes to experiment with those when Lee appeared behind the curtain. She glanced out at the room, it was very dark. I could just barely make out the audience sitting in a half circle, with aisles at a 45° angle separating them. In front of them was a slightly elevated area, obviously a portable stage. "Turn the lights up!" Lee whispered, just as Bill announced on the speaker, "And here she is, Miss Donna Lee!" Where the hell did THAT come from?" I thought, as I started turning knobs. I got the first song playing, then turned the lights up. I fiddled with the level for a bit until I got it to what I thought was right. At this point I was more concerned about screwing up the works than what Lee was about to do, but she slipped out across the stage to a wild round of applause. Lee did some whirls, lifted the hem of her dress here and there, pranced down one aisle, then the other, reaching out at lightly touching the guys as she went by. I noticed that dollar bills were appearing here and there, Lee would pause, make eye contact, collect and be gone. Then she returned to the center of the stage, slipped the tie of her dress, and started doing a full body shimmy as the song neared it's end. Her dress started to slip on it's own, lower and lower, then as she held her arms over her head it slid on down to the floor, leaving her standing there in a white frilly slip, that covered her from the top of her breasts to mid-thigh. She picked up the dress, and slipped through the curtain, giving me a wicked grin as she went by. The applause was thunderous, and went on for a solid minute! I took the opportunity to fiddle with the lights, I managed a tint of red, and started the next song. The next two were repeats of the first dance, she was all over the stage, lifting the hem of her slip to give a glance at white panties, collecting more dollar bills in the process. By the 6th song, she was down to a shelf bra and the white panties, it hit me as she danced that there was something more underneath, but I couldn't quite make it out, even as she passed by at the end of the song. Just 3 to go, I thought, feeling a bit proud of myself for not messing up the songs or lights. Just then she appeared from the curtain, and whispered to me, "More lights!" I reached over and hit the strobe, it was aimed right at the stage. She did the entire song in just bra and panties, it was fascinating to watch, so much so I almost missed the cue as she stepped off. I fumbled with the discs for a second, found number 9, and put it in the machine. This one was a slow, dreamy musical, Lee lay on the carpet and rolled around, lifting her bra, spreading her legs. The whole room was dead silent except for the music, I had softened the volume. They seemed to be leaning forward, just staring. Then Lee reached behind her back and tripped the bra. I realized she had a narrow wrap top underneath, it was completely sheer! Then she slid her panties down, a bit at a time, finally stepping out of them. She had on a pair of matching tiny panties, also completely sheer. She danced the last few bars with more twirls, and as the song ended, she slipped off the stage. She was standing behind the curtains just a couple of feet from me, and she told me to add a bit of light about halfway through. "How will I know when?" I asked her. She looked at me with slitted eyes, and said "You will know!". I realized she was hot as a pistol, her nipples were sticking out as erect as they ever get. I plugged in the last disc, Lee stepped out onto the stage to more applause. As the last slow song started, I turned to look at the light switches. The one on the end was labeled "floor", I looked out at the now fairly bright room and realized that there was at least 6 small floodlights in the steps of the stage. Lee had the top off by now, and was on her back facing the crowd, legs slightly apart, the sheer thong was coming down. I saw her hesitate, then slip them completely off. She lay there moving only slightly to the music, then she turned her head and looked at me. I reached over and flipped the switch! WOW! The floor lights came up and it was bright, too bright I thought. I started to reach for the switch when Lee began to part her legs, wider and wider, so I just turned to watch! She pulled her knees back, then put her feet together. Reaching out with both hands, she grasped her feet and pulled them up! There was almost a moan that passed through the audience, men were leaning over to get a clear view! Lee rolled over on her knees, then reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. This bunch wasn't used to this, they were used to getting a glance of two and then gone. Everyone in the room could see her completely bare and spread, I knew by now her clit had grown to it's full half inch. I saw lee's hands reach down and do a single stroke, and she orgasmed right there on the stage in front of at least 30 men! Almost mercifully, the song ended. I reached over and killed the lights, as Lee got up and exited again. The whole room was stone silent, these guys were in shock. Then they erupted into applause that went on and on. I realized that I was clapping too, as Lee passed me heading for the back. I was right behind her! I shut the door, she turned to me, saying "Damn, Damn, Damn," reaching for the front of my pants. In seconds they were down, and I was in her, she was grunting and I was grunting, we both went off in just a few strokes. Lee's head went back with a sigh, then she began to calm. "Damn, you missed your calling!" I told her. Taking a deep breath, she said, "No I didn't...." When Opportunity Knocks Chapter One Here I was, all suited up for a hot evening, and the ungrateful bitch turned me down she never showed. I had met her on the web a month or so ago and we clicked right off the bat. She was real, not the slinky model type and not adorned in the latest "cant be worn" fashion. This girl has tits and no stupid smile. She was certainly not a tease either, who was all talk and no substance, at least until now when she failed to show at the restaurant. She promised to be an absolute delight in bed and even a fun person to hang out with, blind date or otherwise. But the bitch didn't show. I waited for two hours after our appointed time, just in case she got lost or some other delay had kept her from being on time, but still no Terry. She had stood me up and I was getting more and more pissed by the moment. I looked around the place again. There was a bar for patrons to sit at and have a drink before they were seated for their dinner. Two guys were chugging down beers, and a woman, who reminded me of Terry. Terry was supposed to be about 5'7" tall, heavier than skinny, just the way I like a real woman, long blond hair, though I prefer a little more color in it, and with tits to keep me busy for a long time. She described herself as "anything goes", wanting to experiment. She was married but with a mind to stray if the right situation presented itself, not all that different from me. She claimed she had green eyes but couldn't send me a picture because of some fear of it being shown on the net or something. Just another excuse it would seem now. She could change her identity now and I would never find her on the chat room again. I suspected that was exactly what would happen. I suddenly got angrier. I had traveled six hundred miles, worked out all kinds of excuses for this trip at this time, and now the bitch had the audacity to not show up! Outrageous! It was a good thing she didn't show up now, for I would probably have just told her off in front of the entire restaurant, no one treats me like that. I was good to her online, earnest, sincere, open, and sharing of just about any thought she asked for. And this is how I am rewarded. Stood up. Shit! I tossed back the last of my drink and stood up as if to dare the world to fuck with me right now. I am not a violent man, but I was sure upset. I looked again at the lone woman by the bar. Something about her.... Could she be... I wondered if maybe she was really Terry and if she was testing me. I suppose it could happen, but I thought better of that possibility and waved for the check. Hell, I hadn't even eaten dinner and I was hungry! Hungry and angry and hornier than a rooster in a hen house full of hot chicks. SOMETHING had to give. I paid the tab and started for the door. The coat rack was beside the woman at the bar. I had already asked her if her name was Terry, but I felt like asking her something else, just to make a little conversation. Then I wondered, why? Was she likely to just go back to the hotel with me, having never set eyes on me before? Not very likely. I slipped an arm into the appropriate one on my coat, forcing me to turn to my left and directly facing this woman in the chair. "Hi, again," I blurted out. At this point, anything that started something up was better than not trying at all. "Hi, again, yourself," She said, "Couldn't find your friend?" Something wasn't right about the way she asked that. It was as if she remembered something about me, from two hours before, and nothing about anyone else in the place. The way she said it too, bothered me. She made the assumption I did not find my date, that I must have waited at the table the whole evening for a "no show," and that I was now leaving a defeated man. And one more vibe I got from her asking the question the way she did. It was as if she were taunting me, laughing at yet another male ego deflated. She was relishing her gender's victory over me as if she had some personal stake in the outcome. It pissed me off yet further than I already was. I decided to fight back, if the bitch was willing to take the bait. What did I have to lose! I stopped what I was doing, one arm in a sleeve and the other half around and vulnerable. I looked her in the eyes, blue as they were and therefore not those of the now infamous Terry, and decided somehow to get up enough nerve to say simply, "You don't look any happier than I do. Come with me if you have an ounce of courage in you." It was a bomb bigger than I had ever dropped before. Bold, bodacious, audacious, totally presumptive and bound to get me little more than a slap on the face. But like I said, what did I have to lose. No one in this strange town knew me. No embarrassment if she laid me out. Who cares? Get bold now if I was ever to get bold in my life, I thought. To my utter amazement, she stood from the bar stool, and took a place directly in front of me. She didn't say a word. She just rose up, and stood there. I must have been gawking like a dummy for she suddenly said, "Mind if I reach my coat?" Damn, I thought. She was not going to hit me, just run away. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I stepped aside and let her reach for her coat while I finished putting my own on. I got a whiff of her and smelled the woman more than perfume and knew instantly this lady was hot. She was wet for sure and though I could not see any signs of that fact, I could smell her juices as sure as I was blocking her way to the door. As I was about to turn and let her by, she said, "Where are you taking me?" "Wow!" I thought. What the hell had I said? "Come with me?" That was the all time winning best pickup line? Or was it the dare of courage? Sheesh! I had no idea but I sure wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste either. "I have a car. Follow me." It was so callous, and yet I sensed a twitch of appreciation, or was it obedience. I couldn't figure it out yet, but I was sure willing to go along for the ride. I turned the rest of the way toward the door and stepped out, holding the door for this mystery lady to join me. And she did, waiting almost slave-like outside the door for me. I stepped around her and started toward my car. It was only twenty yards or so away, but I could not resist turning my head about halfway to see if she was following. What the hell was going on here? Then I got a chill. Was I being set up? Was there a holdup about to take place with me as the guest of honor? I looked all around to see what I could see and that turned up only cars and one couple going toward the restaurant. We were alone, or the accomplice was very good at concealment. Then I thought maybe this woman was able to pull a gun or knife and rob me herself. Or maybe she was a prostitute and did this kind of thing for a living. I was suddenly in a very difficult mindset and having second, third and even fourth thoughts about what I had started. How could I be so timid!!!! I chastised myself. This was a mid-America town. Not New York where the kind of behavior I feared was common. Hell, for all I knew, this woman was scarred shitless of me and wondering with just as much trepidation if she was doing something stupid. And yet... I had to find out more about her before I opened the door. "Why are you coming with me?" I demanded, doing an abrupt about face at the car door. I looked her straight in the eyes, with no expression on my face, stern if anything, and waited for her answer. "Because you told me to." She didn't even blink. It was a factual answer. Perhaps it was overstating my command a bit, since truly I had challenged her, not instructed her, but maybe that was the very answer I was looking for. I told her to. She was giving me control. Was she a sub? Her behavior was leading me to think that way, but somehow I could see her in the opposite roll too, on top so to speak, reeling off orders and expecting them to be obeyed. I suddenly realized that I was so entranced in all this mystery and maneuvering I had lost my perspective of the basic situation - this beautiful woman had simply answered my questions and followed my instructions. It was that simple. Why was I farting around and not acting on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? I smiled slightly, and brought back my stern look. "Get in," I instructed in only the slightest semblance of command. To my amazement, she didn't hesitate to obey. I closed the door behind her and began thinking about the delicious package that had just stepped right into my car, simply because I had "told her to." She was wearing a red skirt, that much I remembered. It was riding high up her thighs while she sat in the stool at the bar, but let down only to just above her knees when she stood up. Her blouse was a silky affair, pink and with a bit of lace someplace on it I could not remember, and open down the front row of buttons far enough for me to get a good idea of the size of her breasts. This woman had a great ass I could see on the stool, and a great chest for me to spend lots of time with. What else could I ask for? On top of all that, it was like I had found the perfect drug to have her follow my every command! Drive on! I told myself. We backed out of the lot and said nothing. I wondered if she would be as quiet and obedient when we arrived at the hotel I was staying at. The drive was about ten minutes, and the silence was about an hour. It was just too rare a circumstance to say anything at all. She was either as dumbfounded as I was at allowing herself to get into this situation, or playing me for the total dummy I was trying to deny I was. We would know soon enough. The Marriott Courtyard was a three-story building, like all the others I had stayed in on business. It had a single line of parking places in front, and more space to the sides. It was lit up outside clear around so any guests wishing to enter doors closer to their rooms would be comfortable doing so. I parked the rental directly in front of such a side door and got us both out of the car. The mystery woman had not moved when I got out myself, and I had to walk around to her side and open the door before I realized, when she still did not move, that I had to command her to get out. "Come with me," I said. She turned and put one graceful leg out of the car. She gave me a hand, and I helped her up and out. She was beautiful, even if I had not seen a glimpse of the whiteness in her crotch. I surmised she was wearing pantyhose and probably a pair of white panties under or over them. It was just to dark to see more than a glimpse as her legs separated and closed again when she stood. I held her hand, rather than letting it go, and walked her to the door. I didn't want this dream to end. Foolish as it sounded, I felt that holding her hand would somehow affect any thoughts of running and keep her reassured and there. Apparently there was some credence in this for she smiled for the first time. I opened the night lock with my room key and led her into the hallway. After getting my bearings, I turned to her, smiled and started leading her up the flight of stairs to the second floor. We merged from the stairway only three doors from my room and crossed the distance still intact. Fumbling a little more with excitement, I managed to open the door with the third pass of the plastic card key and pushed the door in. We entered and I closed the door, switching hands with the one that was holding hers till now. When the door closed, I looked back at her in the faint light of a lamp on somewhere deeper into the room. She was hot. I just knew it. How could I have gotten so lucky? How did I travel so far, only to be stood up by someone I had chatted up a mutually rewarding storm with, to suddenly find myself in my hotel room with the gorgeous dirty blonde with tits like melons and hips like they were meant for me? How did all this happen? "Well," She spoke. She broke the silence and asked, "What do you want me to do?" Though her words meant what they said, her voiced carried the real message, a message beyond the obvious. She was telling me something, and I thought I was finally beginning to get it. She wanted to be pushed around, to be captured, harnessed, tamed and made to do whatever made me totally happy. She really was giving me control, even asking me to take it. I was sure of it now, and was not about to miss this chance. "Sit down," I said. "Sit on the bottom of the bed and leave your knees a foot apart for me. I want to get a good look at you." Funny how there are little things in life that mean so much more than many of the bigger things. Making enough money to live on is important as can be, but how it pales in comparison to the momentary gratification of seeing a woman in an out of character pose. The thought of positioning her with her knees apart came from deep within me at that moment, automatically, and was a brilliant thought, even if I didn't consciously have it myself! The little adjustment to the standard sitting position of knees instinctively and tightly together made all the difference in her presentation to me. So much could be read into such a pose, probably more than even the poser herself could realize. She was open, unconcerned with her exposure. She could also be uncomfortable in this exposure, and yet deliberately so since she obligingly came here in the first place. This woman was revealing herself to me more every second that we were together. At least for tonight, she wanted to be a slut, my slut, and I was not going to disappoint her. As she proceeded to follow my commands, I moved around the room turning on the lights. Chapter Two Having turned on all the lights so I could get a good look at her, I asked her what her name was. She responded somewhat coolly with a name I'd never heard before, sounding something like "Earette." "Earette," I repeated, "Interesting." I walked over to the closet where I had placed my bag earlier and made sure it was open and ready if I got a chance to use any of the play things I had brought along for my scheduled date. The way this replacement was going; it could end up being a far greater thing that I get to do tonight anyway! Things were looking up. "Stand up Earette, take off your coat." She did as she was told almost robotically, though there was just a hint of flare in her movements to betray her eagerness to comply. She threw the coat to me as if her feet were permanently affixed to the floor where she stood, her ankles still about a foot apart. I hung her coat, and then my own on the hangers provided in the closet and closed the mirrored doors. At the last second I pulled my bag from the closet and placed it on the valet stand beside the credenza holding the obligatory TV. Noticing that device for the first time, I walked back toward it and looked at its front, and then at its rear side to determine if the necessary connections were there - they were. I turned back to the still standing woman and casually placed a hand in the center of her chest and pushed her just enough to make her legs buckle against the bed. She sat back where she had been involuntarily. I looked at her for several seconds. The pink silk blouse was drawing my attention like a magnet. It was loose, lackadaisically lounging around her shoulders, hanging open to expose deep cleavage, and without a wrinkle. The top buttons were open and the first one that was buttoned was all the way down to a level about even with her nipples, which were already poking through a bra of some sort and the blouse. This enabled me to see the center point of the bra and a great deal of the breast flesh of one breast. The bra was of the sheer and mostly transparent variety I like so much, doing its utmost to enable her own flesh rather than some lacey pattern to imprint the silky blouse. The effect verged on hypnotic. I managed to pull myself away from the stare I had fallen into and walked around in front of her. There were about six feet of distance between the foot of the bed where she was sitting and the credenza. I stood back until my butt touched the TV screen and gazed once again at this gorgeous and mysterious woman who had somehow taken my expectedly exciting evening to a whole new level of adventure. She was magnificent. Her legs were drawing me now, lush in their captivity in her skirt, open, as I had commanded, unflinching in their obedience. Her skirt had necessarily ridden up her thighs to enable their spread for me and I could just make out the hint of the white panties she was wearing OVER the hose. This woman was out looking this night, intending to have a good time, and was probably just as glad she had found her mark, as I was glad to have found her. "Spread your knees further," I commanded. She slid a hand to either side of her skirt and pulled the hemline up to accommodate a deliberate and accentuated spreading of her legs. She rose up slightly to let the skirt ride up to her ass underneath, while moving her knees apart until they touched the bed on their back sides. The new view was so exciting I had trouble controlling my body. I could have kneeled down and ripped her panties and hose and eaten her alive at that very moment, but I knew she wanted more than that, and so did I. Instead, I stepped forward until my belt was nearly touching her nose. She didn't move at first, and I simply looked straight down at her. Finally, she tilted her head up without leaning it back. Her chin as a result, brushed the buckle of my belt. Her eyes were defiant, yet yielding, difficult to describe but in no way fearful or worried. She didn't say a word, but she told me a lot. She wasn't going to do shit unless I told her to, and that was how it was going to be. She was a perfectly willing, even eager participant in just about whatever depravity I had in mind, but I had to make her do it. For whatever personal reasons she had, she wanted to be dominated and driven into this sexual encounter and in fact wasn't going unless "forced" to do so. It was getting clearer to me all the time what an absolutely unbelievable opportunity I had stumbled onto. "Drop that zipper and lick my balls, Woman, gently." I ordered. Her eyes lingered on mine as her hands rose and maneuvered my pants zipper. I heard it fall as we continued to gaze deeply into each other's minds. Her lips formed a smile as she pulled my underwear down and slipped her fingers around my rock hard shaft for the first time. Simultaneously, I raised my chest in a long, slow draw of breath at her touch. She dropped her head then and began to fulfill my wildest dreams. With one hand holding my cock, she used her other to drop the elastic of my briefs and cup my balls. She brought them forward for her inspection, and then to place them one at a time between her lips. She must have worked up a salivary lather in her mouth for I could feel the wetness of her lips caressing my balls, one at a time. She would get one surrounded and then suck it into her mouth to just the point of pain but not quite there. Then she would pull her head back minutely, taking the ball with it. The effect was nearly enough for me to shoot my first load right up her face. Earette was no dummy though and she knew how far she could go. After a few minutes, she left her hands on my glands but raised her head up toward mine again as if to seek my approval. "Very nice, Earette, you do that very well. You are a very good ball sucker indeed." I was starting to get into the roll and each time I struck a nerve that she was obviously asking me to strike, I was emboldened to go to the next step. "Now lick my shaft, and lick only, until I tell you different." She dropped her head back to her duties. This was going to be more fun than I had ever had before! Her lips felt like velvet on my cock shaft. She licked it like a lollipop from underneath to the tip. While continuing to cup my balls in one hand, she used her other hand to hold and maneuver my cock to get her tongue over every spec of its overly sensitive skin. The sensations were electric, but the scenario of this gorgeous but totally obedient woman acting out my every wish was nearly more than I could handle. It was all too good to be true. This was exactly what I was hoping to encounter, and yet I never expected to get so lucky. It's always better when you dream about it, even when you talk about it, but to have it actually come true was beyond all expectancy. I was in heaven and moving up! When Opportunity Knocks It was time to move on to the next step. I was wondering what it would be like to have my cock smothered in her breasts. "Take off your blouse." I said this simply and matter-of-factly. I was still not sure how she wanted to hear my commands so I kept them simple. For the first time, she failed to obey. She continued to lap at my dick and fondle my balls. I didn't know if she was being openly defiant or simply preoccupied with the task at hand. Or, she might be testing me. Was I up to the task myself, the task of command, of being in charge? In all things in life, we have to make decisions at some point. Often they are innocuous, even retrievable and without significant consequence. In this instant, the consequence of guessing wrong as insignificant in either of our lives. We would go on and live our lives the exact same way no matter what either of us did, excepting of course something violent or really off the wall, which neither of us had given any indication of so far. Not being one to beat around the bush or spend too much time rehashing the little points, I delved right in with my best assumption so far. This woman had shown me every indication that she wanted to be dominated. She had also shown me some indication that a modicum at least of humiliation just might be to her liking. She parted her legs for me without question. She fondled and licked my groin as if born in slavery to do so. I added up the evidence and acted. "I said, Bitch, take off your blouse!" I braced myself for the backlash in case I had guessed wrong. Much to my utter amazement, and sheer pleasure, she looked up at me with a sheepish grin; her eyelids rolled down over her pupils, and removed her hands from my groin. "YES!" was all I could think and it took everything I had to keep from shouting it and ruining the moment. She kept her head in nearly that exact position, no more than an inch from my cock, and began to unbutton her blouse. As she did so, her bra-covered breasts were beginning to emerge in all their glory. They were more than simply large, they were luscious. The flesh bulged over the tops of the bra's cups and begged for attention. They were just like Earette's own personality, daring me to touch, to take charge, to devour. I was horny as hell and my cock was dancing like a bobble-head doll at the thought of contact with these delicious globes. She finished with the buttons and lifted the blouse from her skirt. Then she rocked her shoulders back and let the sheer material roll back off her and down her arms. The movement was graceful and erotic. She was giving herself to me yet again. She was totally at ease with the position she was in and apparently enjoying every minute as much as I was. The blouse fell to the bed and I picked it up as her hands went to undo her bra in back. I brought the material to my face to feel its sheer silkiness glide over my skin. I smelled her unique aroma from all parts of the material and took in her essence to add to the sensations she was giving me. Meanwhile, her bra slipped away somehow and I suddenly felt her breasts being pushed up against my thighs. This woman was as horny as I was and needed the contact just as much too. She wanted me to ravish her, of that I was sure now. But it also had to be done at just the right pace to keep her off guard and wanton through it all. This could not be rushed and was not going to be the typical fuck-and-run fest at all. This was going to be a night to remember for both of us. How HAD this come about? I had a flashback of waiting for two seemingly endless hours for a no-show date, only to strike gold with this horny gorgeous woman on the way out the door. It was all too good to be true. And now it was time to make it happen! "All right, Earette, place my cock between your tits and make it feel like it belongs there." I was getting almost too comfortable with this command "thing" and fitting right into the roll. Once again she not only obeyed, but with a lust to please and self-please that could not be duplicated without total commitment to the act. She pulled my dick out to her chest and wrapped it in her globes. Her skin was cooler than mine, though still hot in the general sense, and felt exotic on my sensitive skin. They were soft and supple wrapped around me, practically swallowing me in their gorgeous glory. I felt my hips begin to gyrate involuntarily to slide my shaft up and down the makeshift tunnel of quickly warming breast flesh and I felt her move in opposite directions by flexing her back. She raised her head to look at me again with those beautiful blue eyes, her mouth opened by the natural tension in her neck, seductive, wanton, willing to do whatever I asked. She was asking me in her own way if what she was doing was the way I wanted it. "Mmmmmm... that's good Earette. I feel your tits around my cock like it belongs there. That's very nice." Her smile was genuine and I could tell she was proud as well as satisfied with her work. I too was proud of myself in a sense for not blowing this opportunity so far. If I could only keep getting this lucky with my perceptions. I had to have this woman in every way that was possible! I reached down and brought her head back to my stomach and hunched my hips up to make it obvious her next task was to suck the head of my cock while I fucked her tits. She didn't disappoint me. Once again I felt her hot wet mouth devour my cock. Each time I forced it up through the cavern between her tits, her mouth was waiting to take it in and hold onto it like a suction vise. I could feel the skin pulled up into her mouth, begging not to pull back out again. My cock was comfortable in her mouth, felt at home there, wanted, and I was not about to deny it. My hands instinctively rolled around to the front of her body and began to take up the movement of her breasts, freeing her own hands to resume her fucking of my cock with her fingers and mouth. The scene was obscene. I could see us in the mirror doors of the closet. I stood there with my ass hanging out and then pushing forward to shove my cock into her oral cavity. My hands were positioned under her tits to hold them up and fondle them as they were squished between our bodies. And the whole time, Earette remained latched onto my cock with her mouth and hands as if it was giving her life itself. Half an hour before we were two people who had never seen each other before and would probably have gone through our entire lives without ever knowing each other even existed. And here now in this hotel room, we were locked in a coupling of organs in the most intimate sense, each selfishly taking advantage of each other's bodies, and yet totally devoted to each other's utter satisfaction. This is a strange world we live in, and one that even turn in the unbelievably good directions on occasion. This night in this room with this gorgeous woman at my groin was possibly going to be one of those unparalleled nights of sheer ecstasy, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that happened. Chapter Three One question that was coming to mind now was just how far this beautiful woman wanted to go. Not that she might not want to fuck and get fucked, she would never have come to my room if that were in question, but how far this commanding her around was intended to go. Did she have anything else in mind? How to find out without just blurting the question and ruining the moment? Hmmmm....., I thought, some creativity was required as the evening progressed. Take it slow, but take it! I almost lost control while I was thinking. Her ministrations on my dick from both her breasts and the head in her mouth were about to bring me to a boil. It was too early for that. I was good for more than one orgasm, but not as many as a woman usually was good for. Time to find out just how many Earette was good for. "Stop." I commanded. The word caught her off guard. She froze. Her lips were stuck to the head of my dick and her breasts were in full cradle of the rest of my cock. She just stopped in that position. I savored the moment and then, out of pure guesswork, determined to find out how she would take to physical dominance too. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back on the bed. She bent back at first, into my pressure, resisting, but then fell back obediently onto the soft spread of the bed. She was naked from the waist up, her legs still splayed to the sides with her feet still on the floor. She let her hands flow out to the sides in a crucifix form, which told me once again I was in total control and she would do virtually anything I wanted. I couldn't help but take a minute to stare at this totally subservient creature before me. Her long dirty-blonde hair had blown out to the sides and top of her head as she laid back. It was spread out in a kind of halo around her accordingly. Though the spread of her legs and the new view of her groin area as revealed by the now pushed up skirt were clear indication that this was a completely different kind of angel. My eyes targeted her crotch area. I love a woman's body clothed in everyday under things. I think this is more intimate than some sexy lingerie purchased for the seductive purpose. It's as if she was suddenly and mysteriously caught on tape by some voyeuristic pervert aiming to dream up everything he could to do to her, to make her horny, to fuck her brains out. It was just plain hot and sexy. And this woman was now in the very position before me. Her skirt was askew, bunched up to her waist and out to the sides, her upper torso bare exposing her huge tits to me fully, and her crotch protected only by a thin layer of nylon over another thin membrane of cotton reinforcement in her pantyhose. To her there might have been some sensation of protection there, but to me it was just the opposite - it said to me, "I dare you to rip me open like a kid at Christmas and use me up in a heartbeat!" Wrong message for protection, write message for the moment. I kneeled down and pushed my head up between her thighs, burying my face in the crotch of her pantyhose. Immediately I could finally smell the true aroma of this woman, this slave, and it was intoxicating. I moved my nose up and down the area of her crack trying to make the moment last and yet to glean more of her scent for my hungry nostrils. Before I knew it, her hands came up and pulled my head into her more deeply. Her legs came up and began to wrap behind me to aid in the process of pulling me in. She was obviously as horny as I was, and maybe even more so. She has once again shown me an opening, in the form of a weakness in our imaginary struggle for control. The game was more interesting each step, but totally fun throughout. I decided to move to the next level of dominating this hot broad. I stood up erect, pushing out of her entwined legs and beyond the reach of her arms. "Don't move," I said, and moved to the bag on the valet stand. I pulled some things from it and returned to the bed, but to one side. I took a piece of cloth I had prepared for this exact purpose and flung the bulk of it under and across the bed. Satisfied that it had come out the other side, I rose and tied one end of it to her closest wrist. "I didn't tell you to touch me Woman, I didn't tell you to wrap your legs around me. Now you must be restrained. In the future, follow my orders or other punishment will await." The look on her face was curious. In one interpretation she expressed some fear, some trepidation of giving up control for she was certainly not fighting my tying her up. In another sense, I felt the slightest indication of a smile at the events taking place, an almost triumphant expression of satisfaction that what was happening was more in her control than I have ever imagined. In either case I saw no warnings, no reason to hold back. We would see. I quickly crossed at the foot of the bed and tied the other wrist. This time I pulled on the material, a kind of stretchy, soft velvety cloth that tied easily, left no marks, and was not the least bit painful to the subject. Her arms were now secured in the outstretched position and she was helpless to do anything but flail her feet if needed. I took another piece of the same cloth and made like I was about to tie her feet. She expected this. But I suddenly climbed onto the bed and kneeled by her head. I slipped the material under her head and over her eyes and tied it quickly on one side. She was blind. Then I just as quickly dismounted the bed and satisfied her earlier suspicion that I was about to tie her legs and made her ankles fast to material secured to the legs of the bed. She was now spread-eagled on the mattress; blindfolded, and open for me to do any damn thing I please. It was an amazing moment of realization. Here was this woman I had never spoken to, never talked to even in email or chat before, and she was letting me have my way with her as if she knew somehow that I was not some freak that would cause her harm. The Midwest can be a stranger place than we New Yorkers think, I ventured, but this little number has nothing to fear from me but pleasure. I aim to give her more of that than she can take! The scene was intoxicating enough that I had to prod myself to continue rather than just stand there and marvel at the beautiful body in such an erotic pose before me. I finally went back to the bag. I could ensure I would never forget this night, and perhaps if she wanted, render the same assurance to Earette. I removed the camera bag from the duffle and began to set up the video on the tripod. The lights would now come in handy in a more practical sense in their more natural incandescent reflection on the subject. No fluorescents, no artificial light from the camera, just the real thing - an inexpensive hotel room in the Midwest town where this gorgeous woman was about to have the time of her life. I completed the set up, checked for the long play tape in the cartridge, and began the recording. The camera was sitting on the shortened legs of the tripod, which in turn were sitting on the top of the credenza. The view was perfect, starting from about mid-calf on Earette's legs, and encompassing everything up to the about the middle height of the headboard of the bed. The camera's eye would miss nothing as long as I kept myself from getting between it and its subject anymore than necessary. I would try my best to remember this. I reached back into my bag and pulled out a small draw-stringed bag. Loosening the strings, I then pulled out a couple of miniature clamps. There was no way that Earette could know what I was doing. Once again I was amazed at the magnitude of leeway this woman was giving me. She was either a terrific reader of character, or just plain nuts to give me this much control. Hell, I thought, she had not even asked me my name in the whole time till now. WOW! I stepped up on the bed and kneeled down bed beside her torso. She could certainly feel that motion, though she might be thinking anything at this point as to what I was about. I didn't want to scare her at all so I first massaged her breasts with my hands. Her nipples were already hard but the new motion and friction were combining to make them stand out even more. After only a few minutes of this, I withdrew my hands momentarily, much to her dissatisfaction as witnessed by her groan, only to bring them back to one breast, and more pointedly, to one nipple. I installed the clamp on it and tightened the jaws only enough to hold it there. Her reaction was instant and nearly violent in its magnitude. But it was not one of pain or rejection - it was one of sheer agonizing pleasure. She loved it!!!! Of that I was certain. She moaned deeply at the sensations, the surprise, the feeling of torture at the hands of this strange man to whom she had relinquished total control. I could only imagine what must be going through her head. I had an advantage knowing that I could never do anything to actually hurt a person, let alone a woman, and in that she had total safety. But she could not know that having never even spoken to me before, and certainly having never met me either. Hey, I found her sitting in a bar, alone, for at least the two hours I had been waiting there, and I could not even guess what she was all about. I could only go with the "flow" so to speak, and do what seemed right at the time. And go with the "flow" was next. I needed to see and touch and taste this woman's pussy. I first applied the second breast nipple clamp and evoked more groans of pleasure from Earette. She was becoming more active by straining a bit at the ties binding her hands and legs. She moved her butt on the bed in a wiggling motion that just served to turn me on more. Her squirming was not desperate in anyway, but definitely driven by pleasure and the need to have more. I would not disappoint her. Running my hands over her breasts once more I ran them softly down over her stomach and to her thighs. I did this lightly at first so as not to distract her from her reverie over the nipple clamps. But once they were in position, I kneeled down between her thighs and used my hands to push them wider apart. I felt compelled to get my head inside her, into her essence, her heart of sex. Her scent was emitting stronger waves every minute now and I could see the first signs of wetness on her cotton padding in the hose. It excited me in the most grinding way and made my cock stand through my open zipper like the Eiffel Tower. As I looked closely at her crotch, I could barely get a glimpse further down where the cotton ended and left only the nylon material between me and her sexy body. I was going there soon, I thought to myself, but there was plenty of time. I decided to try something else before going for the obvious. "So you like what's happening so far, do you?" I must have caught this brazen, over-confident woman off guard for she suddenly admitted, "Ohhhhhhhhhh... yes... ohhhh eat me please....." Aha! That was all I needed on the one hand to know that I was totally on the right track. On the other hand, it told me she likes to talk too. This was just too good to be true. I reflected for a moment that this was exactly the night I had only hoped for with Terry, the gal I had come to meet at the restaurant, the gal who had said she actually like a lot of the things we were in fact doing now. But like most such fantasies, that one did not come true and she stood me up. But totally OUT of the ordinary, this new fantasy, even better in its spontaneity, WAS coming true! The world was not so cruel after all! "Ahhhhhhhhh..." I responded, "So I am hitting some nerves after all." I raised my elbows and rested them on top of her thighs. My head was poised just above her mons as I spoke. When I spoke, my chin would drop low enough to make contact with her pubic bone and stir just enough of her skin to move her clit as well. Even my talking to her was going to elicit a physical response. "You like to be held captive, do you?" She was silent for a moment, but then responded tentatively. "Sometimes...." I took that as an arrogant response in our little game. "Sometimes? You mean you think you can pick and choose when and what I can do to you?" I knew all along she must be referring to the people she gave up control to, more than the things she let them do. "Quite the little slut you are, aren't you, thinking you can pick and choose like that." I placed a hand on her breast. "Is that what you think you can do? Pick and choose? People? Satisfactions? Humph?" I began to squeeze one breast firmly but not painfully, and used my other hand to tighten a clamp slightly. The reaction was immediate. "Oh! Ohhhhhhh! Oh please, I'll do whatever you want, Scott... just tell me what you want and I'll do anything for you..." When Opportunity Knocks I was floored. She had used my name. Instinctively I looked around the room. My name was nowhere. There were no tags around, no business cards on the credenza, no mention of my name at all. How the hell did she know my name was Scott? I jumped up on the bed and straddled her waist. I kneeled down and rested some weight on her. Grabbing both breasts now in an almost threatening way, I demanded, "How do you know my name?!" She had apparently not known for sure if her ploy had worked as completely as it appeared, but now she was sure. She couldn't help laughing a little, but then the pressure on her breasts was increased, not painfully but certainly noticeable. Time to fess up. "Silly, it's me, Scott, Terry." She was smiling still, way ahead of the curve from me, and though she was the one all tied up, I was the one who didn't know what the hell was happening. But it was beginning to come to light. For some reason, she had decided to play it coy with me from the very beginning. Probably from a position of security, she had altered her pictures to focus on her body, not her face, and to look like she was blonde, not dirty blonde like she was. At our meeting, she had decided to try to asses my worthiness of her before consenting to acknowledge our familiarity. I could certainly understand her concern, as I considered all this. "When you actually came over to me, and we started to talk, I decided to keep the fantasy alive by playing the roll we had so often talked about online." She was obviously proud of herself and gaining far too much confidence given her current state of restraint. I had been duped like some stupid stereotyped male thinking through his cock. I had in fact deserved it! She had me cold! Hell, I allowed myself to be snapped right up and whisked off to a motel room, albeit my own, and convinced to have a wild night of sex with someone I knew no more about than a light post! It was embarrassing! "Now take this blind fold off and untie me and we can talk about all this...." She was moving as if I was going to follow her instructions yet again. She acted perfectly confident that I would bend, even break at her beck and call. I wasn't about to abide. "Who the hell is Earette?" I demanded. She laughed heartily for a moment, and then, hearing no response, "Terry, silly. It's Terry, backwards!" She laughed again at her con game and how well it had worked. She wasn't thinking she had made a fool of me, but I was sure tempted to feel that way. It took all I had in the way of self-confidence to fight the temptation back. After a moment or two, she added, "Now take this blindfold off and we can finally meet and talk." I had to admit it was a terrific con. She had me fooled every step of the way. It was beautiful. It took full advantage of the double head thinking of men and made the con work. Of course she was comfortable with me, she had conversed with me a lot! Of course she knew what I was doing when I tied her up - we had talked about that a lot! Of course she knew I would now take off the blindfold and sit back and get to know her, talk to her about whatever. But, I decided there and then, was where her record of perfect assumptions ended. No more Mr. Predictable. Time to turn the tables. Chapter Four I didn't respond at all. I simply went about what I wanted to do with this delectable body. There was nothing she could do about it, short of screaming, and she wasn't likely to do that unless I did something to prove her thoughts about me wrong. I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her, and now it was time to take advantage of that. This was going to be fun! First, I wanted to turn her over. I remembered her ass from her pictures. Sure, she had told me she liked it played with, but I also liked to play with a nice ass, and hers was definitely a nice ass. How to do this without giving her too much sense of relief that she was safe, but not taking all night either. I put the engineer in me to work. I opted to do a controlled turn where she would be tied up and secured throughout the turn. I also decided to keep her at the foot of the bed for now. The reasons for this, and there were more than one, would become clear soon enough. The problem was easy now. Secure the hands and arms so turning her would not affect them, and then work with the feet to control her position. I grabbed another piece of the stretchy, velvety material and looped it around a post in the middle of the top of the bed. I tied one end to one wrist and pulled the other end tight. This pulled her now newly tied arm to the head of the bed. Then I released that wrist from the original tie and kept the old tie taught in my teeth so the other hand could not escape prematurely. I similarly secured this other wrist to the head material and pulled that wrist up to the other and tied them off securely. The initial ties were removed and the extra material put aside. I climbed off the bed and examined my work so far. This was half the fun, seeing her helpless in whatever position I chose for her. She could do nothing, even if she wanted to. I looked at her like this for some time before she wiggled her ass impatiently to bring me back to the business at hand. Releasing her legs, I used one as leverage to roll Terry over on her back. I reached down between her legs and put my arms around her waist to re-center her on the bed. Her legs were now past the bottom of the bed and knee-down on the floor. This was an entirely new sight for me, Terry prostrate but kneeling, exposed to me for whatever purpose I had in mind. And I had plenty of purposes in mind. Terry must have had the same intentions for she moaned now for the first time since I had silenced myself and her. "You like the feel of that, don't you, Terry?" I teased. "Ready for me to play with your ass, maybe? To shove something up your pussy maybe? Hmmmm..." She was shaking her head and groaning her accent to my questions. She was more than ready, she was intensely eager for these things to happen. And I didn't want to displease her now, did I? I took my pants off but left my briefs on. I removed my shirt and socks, all of which I simply threw in the corner. I was horny as can be and yet I wanted all this to last forever. I kneeled down behind the sex machine before me and placed my hands on the top of her ass. I could easily see the wetness seeping through her hose and liner. She was hot and wanted anything and everything she could get, and the sooner the better. Rubbing my hands around lightly over the nylon material, I could feel her lulling into a kind of sexual stupor, hypnotic in its potency and sensual in its exclusivity of thought. I was not there. She was not there. Only my hands rubbing her ass were there, and stimulating her beyond her ability to respond. She tried though, wiggling her ass under my hands to intensify the contact. I gave her the intensity she wanted. SLAP! I brought a hand down firmly on her right cheek. It surely didn't hurt, but it definitely shocked her with both the sound and the sensation of punishment that was intended. I rubbed some more and then brought my left hand down on that cheek. The same reaction occurred with her suddenly freezing in place, and then moaning slightly and moving her ass under my hands again. I could see her moving her shoulders now too to massage her still clamped nipples on the bed. The woman was getting hot. "You want me don't you," I chided, "You want me to fuck you don't you?" "Oh yes, Scott, please, I need you inside me, give me that cock of yours now. I am so hot!" I chuckled out loud with a snickering laugh. I had her now and she was mine. She would do anything for me to get what she wanted, my cock in some hole in her body. "Well, these holes are covered, here Terry, I may just have to shove my cock back in your mouth again.." As if to answer me with her body, she squirmed to one side and opened her mouth for me to have a target to shoot at. I climbed on the bed and complied with her wish and placed my cock at her lips. The second she felt it there, she devoured me. She sucked me in as if she was not going to let me go. If I hadn't met this woman on the net and grown to know her, I might even be concerned about what she would do to my cock. She sucked it in. slurped her tongue all over it and then tried to exact a prize for her work. She blurted around my cock in her mouth, "Uhhhh... finger me... put SOMETHING in me, please!" "Something in you, huh, Terry? Let's just see what we have here...." I stood on the bed and stepped off to get at my bag once again. Reaching in I pulled out just about everything. I looked the items over for a minute and decided on a plan of action. Kneeling back down between her outstretched legs, I dropped my head to her ass and began to nibble through the nylon material. She moaned in gratitude for the attention. I used my hands to continue to give her all the sensations possible, and maneuvered them in ever widening arcs to finally include passes down the backs of her thighs. She was wiggling her ass and making all kinds of noises of appreciation for the action around her ass. Over time I began to get anxious myself. I wanted this to go to the next stage. I reached behind me to the bag and pulled it over by my side while the rest of me continued the motion on her ass. Reaching into the bag, I pulled a scissors free and brought it close to her crack. She was unaware yet that anything at all was happening beyond the wonderful ministrations on her butt. Pulling away suddenly however brought awareness to her. I could sense her questions emerging, what was next. I pinched and pulled the crotch of her pantyhose back from her body and used the scissors to slit it for about a foot. When I let it go, Terry knew immediately that something had changed for the open air now wafted over her heated sex and ass. The protection was gone, yet the hose were unmoved from her body. As she gathered all the data and synthesized it’s meaning, she suddenly jerked at the touch of my finger on her swollen pussy lips. I ran the finger up, and then down the slit, from one end to the other, lingering for a moment each time it crossed her clit. Her bottom began moving differently now, pushing back at me at times she thought strategic to somehow get my finger to enter her. It didn't work toward anything but alerting me to her level of heat. Given what I saw and felt in her hot wet slit, she was at a very high level of heat indeed. I brought my face down to her crotch then and shoved my nose right at her sphincter muscle. I pushed up against it and definitely had the desired effect, for Terry suddenly pulled her ass forward in surprise, but then pushed back with her hardest thrust yet to somehow draw the intruding object into it. That was fine by me! With my finger in her cunt, and a few more now, I began to stimulate her there to begin to confuse her feelings entirely. The more things going on at once, the more stimulated she would become, and the more she would let me do out of sheer necessity to be satisfied. I replaced my nose with a finger from my free hand and shoved it into her slowly. I knew it might pinch, but I also knew that once the diameter was in, it would pinch no more, and my fingers weren't that big around. It slid smoothly into her ass, dry as a bone, and was sucked tight to hold it there. With my thumb from that same hand, I penetrated her pussy lips and slipped it in as far as I could reach it. I now had her like a bowling ball in one hand, a finger in one hole and my thumb in the other. My first hand continued to massage her mons and clit, alternating between cupping her for full and broader contact, and fingering, twiddling and even pinching her clit. She was beginning to boil in my hands. The juices were flowing down her crack and I began to lick them up. Then I would nibble a bit on the area of her ass cheeks facing inward toward her crack where they were most sensitive. The whole impact of all this contact, with her hands tied above her head, her eyes blindfolded, and her body more than comfortable on the bed with her knees only slightly supporting her, was exactly what one might expect. She bucked and pushed and pulled and tried everything she could to devour the intrusions into her body and soon rocked in orgasm. It was intense for me to watch. I could see her cheeks flexing as if to pull my finger in deeper. Each time they did I tried to give her some satisfaction by pushing on the digit for more contact. Then her pussy muscles would constrict around my thumb, trying to keep it there and bring it in further. She would arch her back each time I pinched her clit, making it more accessible for yet more abuse by me. It all hit her like a hammer hitting a nail and drove her into depths of depravity and humiliation and sexual satisfaction she could no longer hold back than she could hold a train in the station. She came in waves of pleasure. The tide surged in and took her and swept her away with it to places she had not been before. This was exactly what she had been looking for, exactly what she wanted to feel, to sense, to experience. This was the ultimate satisfaction she wanted, and now, for the longest time she could remember, she had it, all of it, and all the time it was being forced upon her by some strange man at her totally exposed and subservient ass. It was all too much. She nearly passed out. Chapter 5 I was tired. The whole evening had been first tedious in waiting and then an emotional and physical roller coaster. It was time to relax. I released all the ties on my captive and removed her blindfold. When we made eye contact once again, it was with smiles and a sense of relief and understanding, a mutual respect that came from months of chatting and now the culmination of a meeting. We had both participated equally even though the sex had been initiated more by me than her at this point. We had agreed to meet, and meet we did. But it was not on one person's terms or the other’s; it was on mutual terms where both had participated in the decisions, and the execution. This relationship was starting off on the right foot as far as the Scott half was concerned. Terry sat up and smiled broader. She must have sensed my need for a break and pushed me back on the bed. I didn't resist and fell backward on the pillows and let my body relax. It felt good to be there, to be watch so intently by this sexy woman who I had just pleased to no end. It felt good to have her run her hands over my chest as if to relax me and feel me at the same time. Till now, she had had little contact with me that had been initiated by her. It was obvious that she wanted to change the rolls. I had no problem with that and gave her every indication I could to encourage her to continue. "Roll over, Scott," She commanded. I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell her that back rubs, though I realize most people love them, were of no use on me. I have no problem letting someone fondle me in just about any way imaginable, but rubs and massages for the sake of muscle relaxation or anything but pure sexual enjoyment were lost on me. She quickly alleviated my fear by promptly blindfolding me and leaving the bed. Now I had no restraints on me anywhere but my eyes so it wasn't as if I were unable to move. What she obviously wanted was to keep me in the dark while she did whatever she was about to do. Well, that was fine by me, I trusted her completely now that she had trusted me, and frankly looked forward to whatever she had up her sleeve, or her pantyhose! "Just what do you have in this bag," She asked as I heard some rustling. I tried to think quickly about whether there was anything in there I didn't want her to see, and then I laughed at myself. This was supposed to be a totally free and candid event, no secrets to fuck it up, and nothing held back. So who cared! If either one of us was unhappy about something, we would simply separate and go our own ways, no questions asked and no tales to tell. Pure pleasure was all this rendezvous was about, nothing less, nothing more. I had purchased a slew of things on the net in anticipation of this meeting, some of which would surely be embarrassing if found by either a spouse or anyone frankly who wasn't of the same mind as we were at that moment. But since we were of that mind, let anything happen, I relaxed and even began to look forward to her reaction to the things she was about to find in my bag. There was stuff in there I had never used before, only dreamed or fantasized about. There were things in there I didn't even know if I would like, or if she would. I had tried to bring it all, just in case. An opportunity to try all this stuff does not come around often and I didn't want to miss this one, so I brought just about anything and everything I could find. There was suddenly a silence, as her searching must have stopped. Now what, I wondered. Had she found something that upset her? Had I pissed her off somehow? Was there something in that bag that insulted her or brought back a bad memory? I was afraid the whole evening was about to end when I abruptly felt her grab a hand and secure it to a restraint she had already secured to the bed on that side. Quickly she moved to the other side and did the same with my other arm. I expected my feet to be next, but she surprised me by mounting the bed and straddling my back to sit on me. She had caught me off guard enough that I exhausted my entire lung full of air upon receiving her weight, and opened my mouth to replenish naturally. The surprise came when I felt what had to be the ball gag shoved quickly and firmly into my mouth. Not only was this a first for me, it was exotic. The fact that a woman I had only just met was suddenly stuffing my mouth full of rubber to keep me from talking was erotic as hell. I had wondered if this would be the case, and sure enough it made me feel totally submissive, even captive of this woman now. My arms were tied and my eyes blindfolded, and now my mouth was gagged and I could not speak. She had total control over me and I had no say in what was to happen. The idea of being subservient hadn't entered my consciousness as much as the idea of captivity. In reality, she could do whatever she wanted to me, even in the form of violence, and there would be little or nothing I could do about it. To give oneself over to another like this, no questions asked and no rules, was as erotic as it was frightening. My senses were raised to new heights. "Ohhhh,,, " She cooooed, after leaving the bed and resuming her inspection of my bag. "You have a little treasure trove in here! Let's see now, here's an anal plug, and a big one too. Now were you expecting to shove this huge tool up my ass? Huh? Were you? Is that what you thought you would do? For your own enjoyment?" She wasn't scaring me yet, but she was close. She continued, "Is that what you planned? And where do you get off thinking that, huh? Maybe I don't like a huge tool like this up my ass. Maybe that scares me like I am going to scare YOU!" I could feel my butt cheeks wince at the threat. At least I knew one thing that was coming - my biggest butt plug was certainly going to be pushed up my chute. She had resumed her searching through my bag. "Boy, lots of ties and straps and things. What else is in here.... Some lube, is it, well. You have sooo much stuff in here I am going to be busy for a long time. Maybe we should just get started quickly so I can be sure to use all of these things on you tonight." I heard some more rustling and then the bed gave up her next move. She jumped aboard and pressed her feet down between my legs, pushing them apart. There was no ceremony her, just brute force opening me up sufficiently for her to perform her next act. And it came quickly. I felt something, probably a finger, fishing around my asshole and then inside. It was obviously well lubed and this told me she was at least going to try to make this a bit more comfortable than I had done for her. Hey, I thought to myself, that was heat of the moment when I pushed my finger up her ass, there was no lube out yet, and it was... Then I gave up on trying to justify my inconsiderate behavior. Had the gag not prevented me from doing so, I would have confessed then and there I was sorry for "dry" fingering her. But I was gagged and could not, so I was about to suffer whatever punishment she cared to administer. When Opportunity Knocks Sometimes life throws some really good opportunities your way, and I am an unapologetic opportunist. Now sometimes I think it's a bad thing, but not after this little opportunity came my way. I get bored at work and I end up chatting online quite a bit. Well, I can't quite remember how it started, the beginning blurred after the end came. But it turns out that one of my friends, whom I meet up with for some fun, had actually slept with an acquaintance of mine. She didn't have any idea about him and I and I didn't have any idea about the two of them. But when he realized he had slept with both of us, well the wheels started turning in his head. We all started chatting on a Thursday. By Friday he had figured out a plan for us to meet at my place on Sunday. I jumped at the chance. I'd jump at the chance to get him into bed, but him and another woman? No way was I going to miss this one. So it was settled, Sunday afternoon at my house. I was mostly in the center geographically anyways; they were both coming from 2 or more hours away, one from the north, and one from the south. They met up at a coffee shop around the corner from my place. She had never been to my place, or met me in person for that matter. So he met her there and they both came to my place together. I was so nervous. It had been years since I had ever done anything with a woman. And even then, it was college, and I was drunk all those times. So we all sat on the couch, just talking. She and I realized we had a hell of a lot more in common then just him. I think we talked for a good 20 minutes before he stood up and stripped. He leaned down and told me to go put his favorite outfit on. This outfit consisted of a pair of skimpy little thongs and my black boots. When I got back into the living room, he had her skirt up. I leaned down to both of them and told them to bring it into the bedroom where there was a lot more room. So they followed me into the bedroom, he laid her back on the bed and started to eat her out. I smiled and sat back and started playing with my pussy. She started moaning, and I knew exactly what she was feeling. He has an amazing tongue. No, amazing doesn't even describe it. He has an unbelievable tongue. When he had made her cum, he came over to me and pulled me to the edge of the bed where he proceeded to use that tongue on me. As I arched my back and opened my eyes I saw her watching us and smiling, so I reached up and pulled her down to me and kissed her. That is one thing that will always differ between men and women in my eyes. Women are soft. They have soft lips, soft skin, soft everything. Whereas guys can be soft and gentle, but they still have roughness surrounding them. And I absolutely love that roughness. So while he was making me tremble I was kissing her and her hands were caressing my breasts. He made me cum so hard. After he made me cum, he switched and went over to her. He went back and forth between us, making us cum, licking us and fucking us. All the while we would kiss or fondle each other. He bent her over the bed while I watched and played with myself. Then he laid back on the bed and she climbed up so she was riding his face. I straddled his cock with her back to me. With the both of us riding him like this he came deep inside me. We all just cuddled on the bed talking for a little while. She and I comparing stories of people we both knew, and sharing our stories of each other. It was so comfortable just laying there. She wanted a smoke, so she went out to her car for her cigarettes. He told me to fuck him again while she was out. When she came back in he had me bent over the bed fucking me from behind. He told her to lay down on the bed in front of me so I could eat her out. He had his hand wrapped in my hair while I licked and sucked on her, I loved hearing her moan while he was fucking me hard from behind. We switched positions again and he had her over the bed while she ate me out. She was good at it too. While she was making me cum with her tongue, he had his cock buried deep inside her and he came for the second time. Back on the bed cuddling again, she mentioned that she had brought her camera. I looked over at her and smiled, and she went and got it. We took turns going down on him, and taking pictures of it. Then we set the timer and rode him again, this time facing each other so we could kiss and enjoy each other. I barely noticed when the camera took the picture we were into our fucking again. We set the timer again and switched positions, her on his face, and me on his cock. We stayed like this for another little while then just cuddled on the bed some more. I noticed that it was getting dark out and realized we had been going at it for about 4 hours. We took a few more pictures for good measure and talked and cuddled a little more. Then they both had to get back. They still had to drive 2-3 hours home. So we all got dressed and said our goodbyes at the door. I watched them go, both getting into their cars. Then I laid down on my couch and sighed. It was a good day. Maybe we'll do it again soon? When Opportunity Knocks... My name is Patrick. I am a 32-year-old man living in the suburbs in the Midwest. This story is 100% true. Only the names have been changed. It all started a few months back. I had been attracted to my sister Anne for what seemed like an eternity. We got along great, and whenever she is around we tend to gravitate towards one another. Not only was I physically attracted to her, there was a strong emotional connection between us. As far as sister in laws go, I couldn't have done much better. Anne and I had also done our share of flirting over the years. Well, maybe I had done a lot of flirting with Anne, with her being kind enough to not take offense. Anne is one of those women that can take your breath away with just a smile. She is strikingly beautiful, much like her sister, my wife Ranae. They both have gorgeous faces, with high cheekbones, great smiles, and eyes that can melt the heart of the strongest man. They also both have beautiful, long flowing hair, which is a real turn-on for me. That however, is where the similarities end. Ranae is twenty-nine years old, five foot seven, with a great body, nice ass, and mouthwatering D cup tits topped with large pink nipples. She has light brown hair and blue eyes that remind you of a pool of water. Anne is four years younger at twenty-five, five three, a little slimmer than Ranae with a cute rear and a perky set of B cup breasts and small little nipples that stand out like pencil erasers. She has dirty blonde hair and the deepest brown eyes I have ever seen. Ranae and Anne also differ greatly in their personalities. Ranae is somewhat shy and reserved, and is very discreet when talking about all things sexual. She only talks dirty in bed, and even then it usually takes her a few drinks to get her really opened up. Anne however, is much more open, with a devil may care attitude when it comes to discussing her sex life. She'll tell you anything you want to know, and a few things that you probably didn't. Hearing all of her stories of her sex life with my brother Gene, who is a really great guy, is one of the things that make Anne so hot to me. While Ranae and I enjoy a great sex life, it was always such a turn-on to hear about these two doing things that to me seemed unbelievable. Anal sex, sex in public places, letting Gene cum in her mouth while giving him head. These were all things that seemed routine to them. It was while having one of these conversations that I learned that Gene and Anne occasionally do a little swinging. As you can imagine, the idea of Gene being willing to share this incredibly beautiful woman with another man sent my imagination racing. At the time, there is nothing I could have wanted more than to proposition them right there, but my common sense and my desire to not be divorced kept my mouth shut. That's not to say that since that time that the whole idea of it has not become one of my regular fantasies. It was however, a fantasy that until recently I'd had to keep to myself. A few years ago, Ranae took notice of my attraction to her younger sister, and made me promise that if I were ever to cheat on her, it would be with anyone else but Anne. It was a promise I figured I'd have no trouble keeping. The odds were slim the opportunity would ever present itself anyways. My brother Gene is in the Air Force, and for the past few years, they have lived at a couple of different bases, none of which were within five hundred miles of where we live. As such, we saw each other only a couple of times a year on Christmas or some other holiday. I tried to put the thought of it out of my mind. It was all just a fantasy, and never likely to happen. Fate however, has a way of presenting opportunities when you least expect it. This past spring, my father invited the whole family up north to a big celebration of his parent's sixtieth wedding anniversary. His family would be coming in from all over the country, and it sounded like a great time. There would be lots of people there that we hadn't seen in years. After Ranae and I agreed to go, I found out that my sister in law would also be making the trip. Her husband Gene was overseas at the time, so he wouldn't be there, which was disappointing, but it would be good to get to spend some time with Anne and my two young nephews. We all arrived at the hotel first thing Friday morning, after a ten-hour overnight drive through a wonderful snowstorm. You've got to love Wisconsin weather in the spring. We all checked into our rooms, and I'll admit to being disappointed when I found out that our rooms were at opposite ends of the hotel. It would be Ranae and myself, along with our two sons in one room, with Anne and my in laws and her two sons in another. Within a couple of hours of our kids running the halls, from one end of the hotel to the other, we all decided it would be a good idea to try to get rooms a little closer together. We were in luck. The hotel had two adjoining rooms at the end of the second floor, the type with the door between the two rooms. After we were all settled in it was time for Ranae and I to get a nap. Our kids would be leaving with my mother and father to go visit relatives so we could get a little quiet time. I was dead tired after being up all night driving, but not so tired that I didn't hit Ranae up for a quickie before our nap. After we got a chance to rest, we got up and went to get a bite to eat. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, with us spending a lot of time catching up with people we hadn't seen in ages. On Saturday, we all got up and drove to the town where my father grew up, as this was where the anniversary party was to be held. When we arrived at the banquet hall, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was an open bar. In short order I had downed several Jack and Cokes, and was starting to feel pretty good. I was also finding myself flirting pretty openly with Anne. In the state that I was in, I couldn't be sure what her reaction to my advances were, but at that point I was just enjoying her company. We had a great meal, and there were many touching moments with stories relating to the anniversary couple's early years of marriage. With the party winding down, it was decided that we were going back to our hotel, where most of the family was staying, to continue with the festivities. Ranae and I, along with Anne decided that a nice dip in the indoor pool would be great after the long day we'd had, and the kids were certainly not going to object. My mother and father went off to join some other relatives in another area of the hotel, while the rest of us went to go change into our swimming attire. As luck would have it, Ranae and the kids were ready to head to the pool within minutes of us reaching the hotel, so I told them to go ahead and I would catch up. As I was changing into my swim trunks, I could hear my nephews running along after them leaving Anne alone in her room. In my somewhat still intoxicated state, this was an opportunity too good to pass up. As I knocked on the door that connected the two rooms, my heart was racing at the possibilities of some alone time with my stunning sister. As I mentioned before, Anne is not the shy type, and she opened the door while still getting her bikini on. At that moment, seeing her standing there in the doorway half dressed, looking as beautiful as I had ever seen her, it was intoxicating. I didn't care what the consequences were. I had to give it a shot. I wrapped my arms around her soft shoulders and began to kiss her gently on the neck. As she closed her eyes, the look on her face sent tremors through every part of my body. My hands began to roam over her velvet skin and had soon made their way around to her wonderful backside and inside of her bikini bottoms, where my fingers found a completely shaved, wet pussy and an already hardening clit. It was more than I could take. I had to taste her. As I pulled her bikini bottoms down I dove into her love box like a starving man, and was rewarded with a taste as sweet as honey. I could have kept licking her pussy forever, but I was soon brought out of my fog by the sound of Ranae's voice talking right outside the door and the words "Patrick stop! Ranae is coming" coming out of Anne's mouth. With this sudden jolt of reality, I set about getting back into my room and trying to not look too guilty. Alone in my room, I felt guilty at having betrayed Ranae's trust. I'd never done anything like this before. I also felt more than a little nervous thinking about what Anne's reaction would be when I saw her again. What if it had been a mistake? What if Anne, the woman that I'd fantasized about for years and someone that I truly cared about hated me? What if Anne told Ranae? Oh God, I could lose my marriage, my children, everything over one indiscretion. Why was I so stupid? What would Gene say? I had taken advantage of his wife while he was away defending our country. My mind was reeling over the possibilities of what could happen, but I also was trying to come to grips with the fact that one of my greatest fantasies had just become a reality. To my great relief, after I took a short walk outside to get over my immediate fear, I came back to find both sisters acting completely normal. Ranae was having a good time visiting with family, and Anne smiled at me as if to let me know everything was fine. I spent the rest of the evening trying to avoid thinking about what had just happened, and turned in to bed early. I didn't get much sleep that night, tossing and turning all night trying to avoid punching a hole in the bed with the raging hard on that I was sporting. The following morning it was time for us to go home, and all of us said our goodbyes and loaded up into our cars for the long trip ahead. While still feeling a bit awkward over what had transpired, I couldn't get Anne out of my head. All through the following days and weeks I kept thinking about what had happened, and fantasized about the opportunity to see Anne again. My wish came true a few months later, when Ranae told me that Gene was coming home from Iraq, and he and Anne and their sons would be coming to visit us for a few days. I looked forward to seeing them all again, and tried to put all thoughts of what had happened previously out of my mind. As hard as I tried, I still could not suppress the memories of what had happened in that hotel room. Ranae and I spent the following few days getting everything ready for their stay. We were both looking forward to having them come and stay with us, and we wanted to make sure that everything was ready for their arrival. The big day finally came and I have to admit, it was wonderful to have them home. Gene and I unloaded their truck and took everything up to their room, and settled down to have a few beers while the kids played and the women got all caught up on whatever women get caught up on. Everyone was pretty tired at that point, so we all went to bed shortly after. On the second night they were home, after we had grilled some burgers and the kids went to bed, Gene suggested that we all get into the hot tub. Not being one to argue with a good idea, I readily agreed. The water felt great, and a few drinks later, Gene and I somehow convinced the girls that hot tubs were much more fun without clothing. Gene and I were certainly enjoying this, although it wasn't doing much for keeping those old feelings I had for Anne buried. I don't think it was doing much for keeping any desires Gene may have had for Ranae under wraps either. Soon enough, Ranae was sitting in Genes lap, and he had two handfuls of her beautiful breasts. It was my turn at that point to focus my attention on Anne. As I played with her tender little nipples, my manhood began to swell with desire. My hand found it's way down to Anne's velvet soft pussy lips, and I began stroking her clit with my fingers. After a few of minutes of this, Ranae said she was going inside for bed, with Gene saying he needed to use the bathroom and following right behind. After they went inside, Anne seemed a bit uncomfortable, so we decided to go in as well. Gene and Ranae were nowhere to be seen, and I had a creeping suspicion that Gene was trying to do more than use the restroom. At that point I turned my attention back to Anne. She looked beautiful standing there with nothing but a towel on, her hair still wet from the hot tub. All the feeling I had been trying to suppress flooded back to me. I couldn't resist and immediately cupped her perfect little ass in my palms and dropped down between her silky smooth thighs to enjoy her liquid heaven. After only a few moments we were interrupted by the sounds of our spouses returning downstairs. It seems Gene had struck out for the time being, and therefore so had I. After the ladies had headed upstairs, Gene told me that he was surprised that I hadn't succeeded in getting any further with Anne. It was apparent that we both would have liked to see things go a little further than they did, but on that night it was not meant to be. I decided to head off to bed since it was getting pretty late. Ranae was still awake when I got there, so I decided to try my luck with her. The results were much better than I had had with Anne. Her pussy was so wet that I knew that what had happened earlier had gotten her aroused, so I asked her what she was thinking. She told me that she wouldn't mind if anything happened between the four of us, as long as we were all OK with it. She just didn't want anyone to have any hard feelings. I assured her that Gene and I had already had this discussion and that if anything did happen, we would all be fine with it. Secretly, my mind was going crazy. I had just gotten permission from Ranae to make love to her sister. This was unbelievable! The next couple of days we didn't see much of Gene and Anne. They had other family they needed to go see while they were in town, so life returned pretty much back to normal for the time being. On the last night before Gene and Anne were scheduled to go home, we had Ranae and Anne's mother and stepfather over for dinner, along with one of Gene's high school buddies and his wife. Gene cooked us some great steaks and we all had a really good time. After dinner, no one was quite ready to call it quits, so Ranae and Anne's stepfather agreed to watch the kids so we could all go out and play pool and have a few drinks. I spent a good part of the evening flirting shamelessly with Anne, and Gene was doing likewise with Ranae. After all, we all knew this would be the last night we would be together for some time. By the time one a.m. rolled around, we were all feeling pretty good and decided it was time to go home. Once we got there, Ranae went off to our room to get ready for bed. Gene gave me a sly grin and headed off to follow her. I had other ideas on my mind, and decided it was time to go check on Anne. She had gone off to the bathroom to get changed for bed, and I thought she might need a little help. I walked right up to her and gave her a big hug. It felt so good to hold her in my arms that I could have stayed there forever. After a few moments of this I began to kiss her neck, while my hands worked their way around to begin kneading her perfect ass. This had the intended affect, and Anne closed her eyes and began to make some of the most delicious noises I have ever heard. We worked our way over to the counter, where Anne removed her shirt to give me better access to her hard nipples, which I readily accepted into my hungry mouth. By this time, my hands had found their way to her waiting pussy, which was already becoming quite wet. As I pulled her pants off my fingers continued their assault on her ever-hardening clit, which had her grinding her ass into the countertop. I then switched back to kissing her shoulders and neck. When I looked into her eyes, there was a fire there that I had never seen before. The look of desire on her face will be forever etched into my memory. Eventually my mouth found hers, and I enjoyed one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced. Our tongues darted back and forth like wild animals performing a primal mating dance. At this point, neither of us could wait any longer, and we both fought to free my swollen member from its confines in my shorts. As Anne guided my shaft into her own private piece of heaven, I thought my head would explode. After all this time, this was actually happening. I began with long slow strokes, but the silky heat of her love nest was too much to bear and soon I was pounding away for all that I was worth. Within minutes she was clamping down on my hips with her legs, trying to pull me deeper inside of her and digging her nails into my back. When she threw her head back against the mirror and began making the noises of her own impending orgasm, I knew it was over for me. I came for what seemed like an eternity. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and at that moment I felt a connection to Anne that I had never felt with her before. When we were done, I held her for a few moments, knowing that I may never be lucky enough to hold her like this again, and just enjoying being close to her. We opened the door to the outside world, and then I thought about Ranae and Gene. What was going on in my bedroom? I had my answer a couple minutes later when Gene came out with a big shit eating grin on his face and saying he was going to go smoke a cigarette. I turns out that Ranae was putting up a bit of resistance to his advances until they heard the noises coming from the bathroom. After that, she gave in pretty quickly. The next day Gene and Anne and my nephews went back home, and we miss them. After they were gone Ranae and I had a chance to talk about what had happened. She wanted to hear every detail about what Anne and I had done, and I was more than happy to oblige. It turns out that she was just as turned on by what had happened as I was. She said she couldn't wait for it to happen again, but next time, she wants to watch. Hmmmm.....it sounds like it's time to plan a trip to visit Anne and Gene. When Opportunity Knocks Ben and Lacy arrived at the small, hole-in-the-wall bar on the east side of town. Neither had been there before and were only there because Lacy had won tickets for a show in a raffle at work. Lacy wore a short leather skirt, white green blouse showing lots of cleavage, and her best heels. Ben wore his best jeans that hugged his ass and a maroon silk shirt. "Could they find a more out of the way place?" he asked. "Quit bitchin', Ben," said Lacy. "We have free tickets that include the first round of drinks. What more could you want?" Ben looked around nervously. "Not to feel like I'm in 'the Twilight Zone.'" Lacy laughed. "You're such a goof, Ben." The couple walked up to the door and handed the doorman their tickets. He looked them over then said, "I'm guessing neither of you have ever been here before." "You'd guess right," said Ben. Lacy rolled her eyes. "I won the tickets and I asked my buddy Ben to come with me." "Oh, so you're not a couple?" asked the doorman, sounding rather intrigued. "No," replied Ben. "Lacy is just a really good friend of mine." "Well welcome then. You two have a reserved seat tonight." The doorman motioned inside and a young woman stepped up to escort the couple to a small booth near the stage and in line with the bar. "What can I bring you two to drink?" "Frozen strawberry margarita for me," said Lacy. "Tom Collins." "I'll be right back," said the waitress. As she walked away, Ben said, "That's a man, you know." "Really?" "Well, it was anyway." "Tranny?" asked Lacy. "I think so." The waitress returned with their drinks and Ben asked, "Are you trans?" The waitress smiled. "What gave me away?" "Adam's apple," said Ben. "I'm getting it shaved in a few months," she said as she passed out the drinks. Sadly, insurance won't pay for my transition. Well, enjoy the show." The waitress walked away as the bar slowly filled with patrons. Ben and Lacy enjoyed their drinks and chatted about work. Ben decided he wanted something to eat but their waitress was so busy hustling tables he couldn't get her attention. He decided to walk to the bar and order something for both of them to share. There was an older man sitting at the bar who had been watching Ben and Lacy since they had arrived. He was wearing an expensive three-piece suit that complemented his salt and pepper hair that was neatly styled. He turned to Ben and said, "Good evening." "Evening." "First time here?" "Yeah. Bartender!" The bartender gestured to him that he would be with him shortly. "I'm Gordon." "Ben," he replied, shanking Gordon's hand and wondering why this guy was even talking to him. "Is she your girlfriend?" Gordon asked, pointing at Lacy. "No, just a friend." "So, she knows your gay?" Ben's eyes grew wide, he felt his heart race. How could this stranger possibly know something that no one else did? "Wha- what are you... you talking... talking about?" Ben smiled. "Still in the closet eh? I'll bet you a blowjob your lady friend there knows you're gay." The bartender dashed down and said, "Wha'cha need buddy?" "Sampler platter," said Ben. "You're at the reserved table right?" "Yeah." "I'll have Chantilly bring it to your table and add it to your bill." "Thanks," said Ben, then darted back to the table. "What's wrong?" asked Lacy. "Nothing," said Ben as he finished his drink. Chantilly arrived shortly after with two fresh drinks and the sampler. Ben was confused. "We didn't order more drinks," he said. "Complements of Mr. Stewart," she said, pointing to Gordon. Ben bit his lip as Lacy said, "Well maybe he should join us?" Before Ben could react, Chantilly gestured and Gordon walked over. "I see you received my drinks." "Yes," said Lacy, "and thank you. Care to join us?" "Thank you," said Gordon sat down next to Ben. "I'm Gordon." "Lacy." "Ben." "So what brings you two here?" asked Gordon. "I won two tickets at a raffle at our work," said Lacy. "Wonderful," said Gordon. "Have you always wanted to see a drag show?" "A what?" asked Ben. "Yes," said Lacy. "And I've heard this is the best in the state." "Shy of New York or Las Vegas I must agree," said Gordon. "Hold on," interrupted Ben, "you never said this was a drag show." "I didn't?" exclaimed Lacy, with a twinkle in her eye. "No!" barked Ben. "Sorry," said Lacy "I thought you knew The Outskirts was a gay bar." Ben's eyes grew wide. "Why?" Lacy smiled nervously, then said, "Because you're gay." Ben grabbed his drink and downed it one swallow. Gordon smiled wickedly and waited. "How... how did you... how did you know?" "I've always known Ben," she said. "Why? Is there something wrong?" Ben threw his arms around Lacy and kissed her cheek. "I didn't know anyone would accept me." "Well, I can't speak for anyone else, but I sure as hell do." "As do I," said Gordon. Ben sat up and swallowed hard. Suddenly he remembered the bet Gordon had proposed. What was he going to do? Before he could figure out the solution to his problem, the lights dimmed and the show started. As promised, it was a phenomenal show of singing, dancing, jokes, and music. Lacy, Ben, and Gordon enjoyed the sampler platter as they watched the show. Soon the show took an intermission, with everyone buzzing about the performances. Gordon leaned in and whispered in Ben's ear, "Met me in the men's room in two minutes. We've got a bet to settle." "Excuse me folks," said Gordon. "I'll be back shortly." Gordon stepped away and Lacy said, "He sure is nice." Chantilly stepped over to clear the empty glasses and said, "I see you two like Mr. Stewart." "Yes, he's very nice," said Lacy. "Yeah," said Chantilly, "it's not everyone who gets to party with the owner." "The what?" asked Ben. "Well yeah," said Chantilly, "he takes good care of us here. He's even helping me with the costs of my surgeries. He can't cover them all, but he does what he can for those of us who want to transition." Ben smiled nervously, then said, "Excuse me ladies, I need to use the head." Ben stood up and walked to the men's restroom. The sign on the doors said, "Drag Queens" and "Bitches." A man stepped out of the one with the "Drag Queens" on the door and nodded at Ben as he walked by. Ben took a deep breath and stepped in. The restroom was cleaner than he expected, but otherwise looked like a men's room. He walked up to a urinal and began to relieve his bladder. "That's a nice dick you've got there." Ben looked over his shoulder to see Gordon standing near. "Thanks," he mumbled. "When you're done, come see me in my office." "Your office?" questioned Ben. "What... are you Fonzie?" "Back stall. Don't make me wait." Gordon walked away as Ben finished up. He washed his hands and whispered to his reflection, "What the hell am I doing?" Ben grabbed a paper towel, dried his hands, and made his way to the last stall with the wooden door. He looked around, then knocked. "Enter." Ben took a deep breath, grabbed the handled and opened the door. Gordon was sitting on the toilet, still full dressed. "Well," sighed Ben, "I'm here." Gordon smiled. "That you are." "So... what now?" "Now, you pull your cock out and let me suck." "Wait, what?" "I bet you a blowjob. I never said who was sucking whose dick." Ben sighed. "Fine." Ben unzipped his pants and pulled his limp cock out. "It's even more magnificent than I remembered," said Gordon. Gordon took Ben's penis into his hands and guided it to his mouth. Ben watched as his member disappeared into Gordon's warm mouth. A soft moan escaped Ben's lips as Gordon began to please Ben orally. Though he had only had a couple of blowjobs before, and one was from a woman, he found this one to be a most magical and erotic experience. It was clear to Ben that Gordon was highly skilled at sucking cock. Ben felt his eyes roll back as Gordon's tongue stroked his cock and his teeth gently dragged along the shaft. He had imagined blowjobs like this before, but never experienced one more impressive or amazing. He wondered if Gordon could in turn teach him such amazing techniques. Gordon was enjoying the fresh, young cock. He could tell Ben's experiences were rather limited, but it was clear he was enjoying himself. Gordon savored the taste of Ben's sweet precum as it coated his tongue. The aroma of his cologne mixing with his natural musky scent fueled his desire. He slid his head back and continued to feed on the fresh meat in his mouth. Ben found himself caught up in the moment and grabbed Gordon's head and began to fuck his face. At first, Gordon struggled, then gave up control and savored Ben's face fucking. He could tell Ben was nearing climax so he sucked harder, caressing Ben's balls and licking his shaft. Ben's cock pulsed numerous times, filling Gordon's mouth with his cum. Gordon greedily swallowed his sweet, sticky reward, savoring the taste and smiling with Ben's cock still in his mouth. Ben moaned softly as he felt the sexual release he'd craved and longed for in several months. Gordon pulled Ben's cock from his mouth and said, "Now that you've had your release, I'd like mine." "Okay," said Ben, still lost in his euphoric cloud. Gordon stood up, spun Ben around, and shoved him against the wall in the stall. He unzipped his pants and quickly removed a condom from his jacket pocket. "I'm so going to enjoy fucking your sweet, young ass." Gordon rolled the condom onto his cock and spread Ben's ass cheeks. He lined up the head of his cock and pressed against the entrance to Ben's rosebud. "Take a deep breath and relax," whispered Gordon, "you're going to love this." As Ben did what Gordon instructed, he felt the hard invader enter his ass. Ben's mind raced as he felt Gordon's cock penetrate him. "Yes!" hissed Ben. "Please... Fuck me." After a few thrusts, Gordon's balls smacked Ben's ass. Gordon nibbled on Ben's neck as he fucked him. Ben felt the cool of the tile wall against his face and through his shirt. His cock began to harden again as Gordon fucked him in the bathroom. "Tell me Ben," hiss Gordon, "are you a virgin?" "Yes," moaned Ben. "I love fucking virgins," said Gordon. "Their asses are the finest." "Thank you," moaned Ben. Gordon soon began to pound Ben's ass, fucking him harder and deeper with every thrust. Pinned against the wall and at the mercy of Gordon and his cock, Gordon wrapped his arm around Ben's waist, pulled him back and pushed him over, allowing him deep penetration of Ben's ass. Ben moaned loudly as Gordon fucked him harder and faster. Outside the stall there was a strange rustling noise, but neither Ben nor Gordon noticed nor cared, as they were caught up in their moment of passion and lust. Gordon pounded Ben's ass until he felt his cock swell and pulse. He shot his load into the condom and Ben's ass, releasing a guttural, primal moan that echoed throughout the bathroom. Gordon pulled his cock out and threw the used condom into the toilet. "Thanks kid," said Gordon. "That was great." Ben and Gordon fixed their clothes and opened the door. Four men were also putting their cocks back into their pants; one was one of the stage performers. Ben felt his face redden and burn as he dashed out of the bathroom and back to the table where Lacy was sitting. "Fall in?" she asked. "Something like that." Lacy sighed, "Have fun?" Ben smiled and said, "Yes, yes I did." "Good. The second half should be starting soon." Gordon walked up and said, "Might I have a word Ben?" "Ya know," said Lacy, "I need to visit the ladies room." Lacy quickly got up and ran to the restroom as Gordon leaned over and said, "I just wanted to say how nice that was and I'd like to do that again sometime." Ben bit his lower lip, then said, "Really?" "Really." "Can we do it without the audience next time?" Gordon laughed. "Sure." Lacy stepped back up and said, "Jesus! Seems while you were gone some couple was getting it on in the bathroom. From what I hear it was pretty steamy and intense." Gordon winked at Ben and said, "Happens here all the time." "Yeah, but really, in the bathroom?" "Why not," said Ben smiling. "When opportunity knocks, you should open the door." When Opportunity Knocks Ch. 2 It was just one of those hot summer evenings. Ted, my husband, Bill and I were just sitting on the deck trying to keep cool. Bill is a nice looking man who comes by from time to time, he is about 55 and has the sprinklings of grey in his hair to show it. Usually Ted and Bill plan a fishing trip, or they will head out to one of the local parks with their metal detectors and dig up pennies. We have met Bill's wife, Brenda, who is a matronly type in her early fifties, too. She is into antiques, and a bit of a pain to be around. No matter the conversation, she will wait for an opening to mention one of her latest purchases. This all drives me nuts, and Bill too, I think. He comes by from time to time to visit, and I have long suspected he does it to get away from Brenda as much as anything. But he is fun, and good company. I often wondered what he would do if he was to catch me sunbathing nude on the deck, or running around the house in a short skirt and no panties. But he has never seen me in anything less than a bikini, and when he is around, I always wear one that is a bit conservative. Even my most conservative bare my bottom, at least. Bill never says anything, just blushes. Anyway, the guys were sitting out on the deck chairs chatting about everything under the sun, so I got up to refill the ice water jug. That and sneak myself a nice cold Bailey's and creme. I was standing by the window, when I heard Bill ask Ted if he knew where he could find a dancer or showgirl. My ears perked up at that, this was quite out of character, or so I thought. So when I came back out, I pointedly asked what that was all about. Bill did one of his blushes, but I persisted. Finally I manged to dig out of them that one of his "social" men's clubs wanted to hire someone to put on a little show at for the guys during an initiation ceremony. I jumped up and asked them if I would do, that got a laugh from Ted and another blush from Bill. But I managed to talk them into it, and suddenly I was booked for the next evening. The next day, Ted left for the School, and I went to work. I ran off a set of tunes that I thought would do the trick, put them all on discs. Then I dug out some outfits, and practiced for at least 2 hours in front of the mirror. I was actually feeling fairly confident, until Ted came home. I was all dressed, ready to go. I knew I looked as good as I could look, but what if they didn't like me? Then I started to worry. Ted never noticed, I don't think. I had a case of butterlies all the way up the freeway to the club. There was no turning back, I knew. I was actually going to do this. I have been naked on a beach, but so was everyone else. I even danced on a table once topless in a moment of sillyness, but that was about it, other than flashing a guy here and there. This was different, I was the show, I either did good or I got laughed out of the building! For the first time in my life I was wishing for bigger tits, cuter fanny, something. We got to the club and I took a look, the place was filled with men, and they all looked to be 50 plus. That helped somehow, the last thing I wanted was a roomfull of jeering kids.. Ted gave me a big grin, and went over to set up the music and look at the lights. I stood behind the curtain, shaking like a leaf, when Bill announced me as "Miss Donna Lee!" "Here we go!" I thought, so I stuck a leg out from behind the curtain, and realizing it was dark as night in the room, I told Ted to turn up the lights..He did, slowly, and as the guys realized they were looking at my bare leg sticking out from behind the curtain, they started to applaud and yell! That helped a lot, and out I went. I don't really remember much about the first song, I was still frightened, but as the song ended, the whole building erupted in applause, it went on and on. Suddenly I was into it, they liked me! I danced the next songs, teasing and giving a peek her and there, and suddenly I was down to my shelf bra and panties. I had a semi-sheer set snugged up underneath, tucked in so it wouldn't show. Being in my underwear in front of a roomfull of appreciative men was starting to give me that feeling in my stomach, I could feel my nipples getting hard. Then it was the last song, I told Ted to hit the lights halfway through. I was thinking of the strobe, he had turned it on for one song, and I knew it looked fantastic. I was laying on my back, now fully nude, I turned and looked at Ted, knowing he would know to hit the strobe. Suddenly, the floor lights came on, and I was bathed in light so bright that I couldn't see for a second. I heard a moan run through the men, then I could see them, leaning forward in their chairs. I opened my legs a bit, then more, then all the way! There were no shadows on that stage, I was completely naked, so I reached down and grasped my feet, and pulled them back and up to my stomach. Then I flipped over on my belly, I did a few grinds, got up on my knees, and reached back. I wanted them to look, I wanted them to see me, I was now hot as a pistol! I spread my cheeks with my hands, opening wide. There was nothing hidden, and I knew it. I reached down, I couldn't stop, and dragged my fingers across my pussy, and climaxed right there, just like that. I lay with my chest on the stage, and I could see some of the men. Their eyes were wide, leaning forwards, mouths hanging open. I felt another small orgasm as I started to get up, I knew I had to get back to the dressing room. At that moment, I would have let any one of them, all of them, come up and screw me right there on the stage, I was all but gone! I made it to the dressing room, I heard footsteps right behind me, I didn't care who, I needed someone, anyone! I turned and there was Ted, the look on his face was one of total lust! I was murmering something as I reached for him, I had his pants open and he sprang out, I just leaped on him. We went at it like animals, just grinding, taking, then he was exploding in me and I went seconds behind him. Totally earthshaking, so much so I went faint for a second.. Ted was holding me, as the room seemed to clear. "You missed your calling!", was all he said. With a catch in my voice, I looked at him and said, "No I didn't...." I dressed and straightened up, and Bill knocked softly on the door. We let him in, he looked at me like a man looks at a woman he wants, there is no hiding that. "I never realized", he said, handing me an envelope. "I gathered up the tips you piled behind the curtain, too." "How did I do?" I asked, a bit curious. "There is over $500 there, I am sure," he told me. I gave him a quick hug, and told him, "Hey, now I don't have to always wear my suit when you are around!" So help me, he blushed....