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Peter & Jo

By: rufus11



Jo is hot, and I know that everyone says that about their woman but Jo was the real deal. Only 5'6' tall with shoulder length auburn hair and a body to die for. And to make the package perfect she had gone to the best surgeon on the Gold Coast and had her boobs increased to a massive 36DD. Now that might seem just big on another woman but because of her height she made them seem enormous. Not only that but after coming out of a repressive first marriage plus new tits she turned into another person, never a shy one to start off with, I was getting used to the succession of low cut "tit tops' as she called them. And today was no exception. She had a low cut t shirt on that barely covered her nipples and she was a wet dream on legs.

We had been at her work Christmas party all afternoon, I was the skipper as it was her party. So I sipped orange juice all afternoon while Jo enjoyed herself. The party had been going on for hours and I noticed that Jo was getting pretty drunk. All the people she worked with were in a similar condition and there were a couple of wives looking daggers at Jo and their men, most of whom were openly ogling her. She could hold her drink but there came a stage when she started to fall over that I thought the party was almost over.

So eventually it was time to pack up and go. As I loaded our gear into the car, Jo staggered over and announced that she hadn't had enough and that a work colleague, Peter, was coming with us. I protested a bit, but had to admit I was pretty dry myself and wouldn't have minded a beer when I got home. Peter was pretty good company and was reasonably straight so I would have someone to talk to, my guess was the Jo would collapse and sleep as soon as we got home.

For those of you in the northern hemisphere, you need to understand that Christmas down under is in the middle of summer, so as you can guess so are the Christmas parties. When I got the giggling Jo and Peter home, I went straight into the fridge and grabbed a cold one, I was pretty hot so out came the inflatable pool and the hose, as I was all set to fill it then sit in it while I knocked off a couple of cold ones.

Jo squealed with delight and rushed inside to get dressed and as I wandered inside to put on my board shorts, Jo came out in her briefest bikini. Now I don't mind her showing off and was especially pleased to see her in that tiny thing, with strings tied at the back of the bikini top and the sides of her bottoms.

I was back outside in a couple of minutes to see Peter leaning over the balcony obviously engrossed in what was going on in the pool. As I stood next to him I got to see the view as well. Jo was leaning back against the inflatable pool side with water just up over her tits. Now the water was straight out of the tap and cold, so her nipples were standing up like thimbles, all in all a very horny sight indeed.

Peter and I just stood there gloriously staring at the magnificent body in the pool, having a conversation about just how good her tits were. Jo opened her eyes and said matter of factly, don't forget she was very drunk, that "they look a shit load better in the flesh".

With that she reached behind her and deftly undid the ties and the bikini floated off in the pool. I was absolutely transfixed, the sight before me was unbelievable, I looked at Peter and he was staring and was speechless as well. Well back to Jo because I did not want to miss a thing, and before my eyes Jo started to sleepily massage her magnificent tits. I have seen her do this many times but always when we were fucking and when she started to pull and twist her rock hard nipples I suddenly realised that things were rapidly heading to places I had not thought about. Now Jo has always maintained that her nipples were directly connected to her clit and I had used that knowledge to my advantage many times, when a quick twist and pinch would get her panting and before I knew I would have my cock jammed hard inside her beautiful cunt.

I can tell you that board shorts were not made to take the pressure that my shorts were under, as my cock bulged and struggled to get out. I could hardly ignore Peter, he was breathing very deeply and massaging his cock through his shorts.

Jo was oblivious to all this as she continued to massage her magnificent tits and I could see the red flush of arousal creep up around her neck. As Peter and I stood there mesmerised, Jo's right hand drifted across her stomach and with a quick tug the string holding her bottoms was undone and her hand went straight for her clit. Jo was totally oblivious to all now and I watched her thrash and pound her way to a magnificent hard breathing climax. Although I always liked showing her off in public I had never envisaged her doing this in front of a an audience.

Jo slowly opened her eyes after her climax and then stood up allowing the bikini bottoms to fall to the pool and as she moved her right hand her beautiful cunt was exposed completely for the first time. She stepped out of the pool and walked up to the deck and she sat at the outdoor table, still completely naked. If there is one thing I love that is the taste of her cunt, so I decided "What the fuck" I knelt in front of her, scooped her knees over the armrests and proceeded to use my tongue to advantage. She slid down the chair as far as she could and exposed herself completely to my tongue. I got that thing into every nook and cranny that I could. Her clit, up her cunt as far as I could and around the anus. Now this is normally enough to send her over the edge, and she is quite noisy when she comes. But not a sound did she make, when I glanced up from my labours I could see why, she had Peter's cock jammed down her throat as far as she could get it.

Peter must have been as close to the edge as I was because it was only in only a couple of minutes I could see him thrusting at her mouth as her adams apple bobbed up and down as she drank his cum. This was enough for me so I stood and finally freed my cock and rammed it straight into her as far my balls would let me. One or two pumps were enough to empty my swollen balls as I came in a frenzy.

I pulled out of her and collapsed into a chair and found myself sitting next to Peter as my gorgeous Jo just lay there with her legs wide apart. I watched mesmerised as the milky cum in her cunt slowly leaked out and ran down toward her anus. Then if the show could not get any better, her hand scooped up all of it and she dripped it into her mouth, using her tongue to clean every bit from her fingers.

Needless to say I could feel my cock stirring almost straight away with this wanton display. I stood up, letting my shorts fall to the floor, and grabbed her hand and led her to the lounge room. As I looked over my shoulder I could see Peter sitting there in shock, A quick Oi to him and he was up and inside with us.

I lay her on the lounge and draped my cock across her mouth and without a sound she just took that cock in her mouth and started to suck and piston her head up and down. Peter wasted no time and was pushing his hard cock back inside her cunt as Jo rocked herself to orgasm, which I am sure would have been a scream if my cock had not been in the way.

Suddenly Jo spat my cock out and jumped off Peter. I was a little disappointed as I had come only a couple of minutes ago and it was going to take some pounding in her mouth to get me to blow again. Peter must have thought the same thing, but before either of us could say anything, Jo had pushed Peter on his back on the lounge and immediately jumped straight on his cock. Now I was enjoying this immensely but was not to keen on getting my cock anywhere near Peter's head while he was fucking my wife.

Before I could scratch my head, Jo said "Come here" and with her right hand patted her arse and ran a finger across her arse hole. Now I do not have to asked twice, I love a bit of anal action, but Jo will only allow it on special occasions, I guess this was one of the occasions. My cock was still wet from her mouth, so I slowly pushed the head of cock up her tight arse. With nothing in her mouth Jo was free to speak her mind and proceeded to utter the filthiest narration of what was happening to her.

Now this was very special indeed, my cock up her arse, I could feel the head of Peter's cock in her cunt as we slammed her as hard as we could. Jo was shouting "Fuck me you cunts, fuck me, stretch me, treat me like a slut, fuck me, fuck me" over and over again. So I thought what the hell and I started to lap her arse cheeks with the palms of my hands. This was enough to send her over again, and even I could feel her cunt pulse with orgasm after orgasm until finally I could feel Peter's cock spurting inside her,. Well that was enough for me, just a couple more slams against her arse and then it started from the balls of my feet, travelled up my back to my head then down my front to the head of my cock, and bang I exploded inside her tight arse.

Jo just collapsed under me, and I slowly pulled my cock out of her arse. Peter did the same with her cunt, and slowly slid out from under her. I could hardly believe my ears, as she said "Thank you baby" and settled down to sleep. 

Peter and I retrieved our pants and went outside to get over, what could only be described as a totally unexpected yet sensational experience. We shared a couple of beers, and finally Peter stood and announced he better get home, as his wife was waiting for him. Ooops I forgot about that, I rang for a cab, and when it beeped in the drive Peter shook my hand and thanked me for the experience he had just shared with me.

I staggered back inside to see Jo still in the same position we had left her in. Cum leaking from her arse and cunt and she was blissfully unaware and the wreckage that lay around us. Unbelievably I could feel my cock stir again, so I thought what the hell, I dropped my shorts and slowly pushed my cock back into her anus. This was not a go hell for leather fuck though, I wanted to be gentle and remember the wife I had before today, as I think I knew that the ride was going to get really interesting from here on. 

Peter and Katie



Peter and Katie were an odd couple. Not odd in the sense that they were odd together, but odd in the sense that they were odd individually.

They were both the skinny nerdy sort.

Peter was a curious guy. He was always asking questions even at a young age, he was sort of awkward and lanky. Like he never grew into his body. He had a ridiculously curly head of hair that grew comically away from his head. He was not a good-looking guy, but Katie encouraged him saying that to her he was handsome.

Katie was also a peculiar sort. She was constantly into her studies, and wanted her parents to be proud of her. She has had a self-esteem issue from a young age because of a stutter that she's had developed when she was young. All of the kids would make fun of her for it, which is a shame because she has an otherwise pretty face, and a heart of gold. Her eyes are always sincere, and her lips full. She would often bite on them as a nervous tick, she liked to keep her light brown hair short, but not too short. She almost always wore skinny jeans, and an oversized hoodie, and with this hid probably the most peculiar thing about Katie. She has some of the largest breasts imaginable. She wore DD cups but no bra she had found so far could adequately contain those orbs. Katie thinks they are freakish on her skinny body, but Peter encourages her to be comfortable in her own skin, even though he has never actually seen the great mountains on her chest. They had decided long ago that they would save themselves for marriage.

They worked well together because they both experienced bullying, and helped each other to feel like there was good in the world. 

Our story begins at the end of Katie and Peter's high school career. Katie had just turned 18, and since she had gotten perfect grades her parents made good on their promise to fly her anywhere in the world she wanted. Loving culture and history and also wanting to have a good time she decided on Italy. At first her dad planned on taking her, but then Katie mustered up the courage to ask if Peter could escort her. They trusted Peter but didn't know how he would handle himself if anything bad happened, but when they learned that Peter's dad was good friends with a resort owner on the coast they changed their minds.

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"I'm s-s-so exc-cit-t-ed Peter." Stuttered Katie with a warm smile as she looked up at Peter.

"Me too!" Said Peter. "My dad said that the resort is basically an old mansion his friend redesigned. And since we're getting here right before the big summer season we will be like the only ones there!"

---

After they checked in they were shown their room so the could unpack. The room was phenomenal. It was actually three big rooms, a main living area with a balcony that over looked the pool area, and beyond that the ocean. The other two rooms were a massive bathroom with a built in jacuzzi and a walk-in shower. The bedroom had only one massive king sized bed. When they got to this room Katie looked embarrassed down at her feet. When Peter noticed he touched her arm and said, "It's okay. I can take the couch. It's about the size of a regular bed anyway!"

After they unpacked Peter suggested they go check out the pool area. 

"I'm n-n-not so sure."

"Come on! We're the only ones here! And I got you something." Peter then went a grabbed a box from his luggage.

"Wh-what is it?" Said Katie really excited that Peter had thought to get her something. But when she opened it all excitement faded. It was a black two-piece swimsuit. Her worst nightmare. And she had to try it on or she might make Peter sad. 

So Katie reluctantly agreed to the proposal, and they went to put on their bathing suits.

Peter put on his basic red and yellow swim trunks and waited. After about 15 minutes Katie came out with a towel wrapped around her.

"What's going on?" Said Peter. "How does it look?"

"I-I-I'm not-t-t so sure Peter..."

"I'm sure it looks great!"

"Uhm I-" but her sentence was cut short, her towel got caught on a door handle and was pulled right off of her.

Peter's jaw dropped as he stared in disbelief. 

The top of the bathing suit just covered her massive tits and they were trying desperately to spill over. The bottom showing off just how long her legs were.

"You look... Really really nice." Peter finally managed to utter trying to hide the growing problem in his trunks.

"Is it n-n-not t-too revealing?..." Said Katie.

"Like I said Katie. It's just us. There's nothing to worry about."

--

When Katie and Peter got down to the pool the area was completely empty. They both jumped in and found a volleyball floating so they started hitting it back and forth. Every time Katie would jump up to hit the ball her boobs would make a dramatic motion all the way around her chest. Peter ended up so distracted he got hit in the face by a few of Katie's passes, but she didn't seem to notice his drooling over here. "Thank goodness my lower half is underwater," Peter thought to himself. He really didn't want to embarrass his sensitive girlfriend.

"You n-n-need to p-p-pay better att-tention Peter!" Katie laughed as he lost track of the ball again. At this point a middle-aged man with a mustache wearing a hotel worker outfit came outside to sit down on one of the pool chairs. Peter gave him a wave, but the man just ignored him and continued to relax. Katie was having such a good time she didn't seem to notice the man's presence. 

Everything was going smoothly and they were having a great time when Peter hit the ball a bit to hard it went right over her head and rolled on the ground up next to the man's chair. Katie got out of the pool to get it, but it wasn't until she was already out of the pool that she saw the man relaxing. She turned to Peter and gave him an apprehensive look, but then started to creep slowly over next to the man to see if she could get the ball without waking him up. But right when she was about to pick up the ball she somehow became tangled up in her long legs and tripped causing her to fall right on top of the man, her massive tits smothering his face. 

The man panicked and pushed Katie off of him so that she fell hard on her butt next to the chair. The man started yelling something in Italian and looked really really angry. Katie was stunned, she just sat there looking up at the man with her mouth open trying to say something but her nervousness got the best of her. As soon as Peter saw this he swam as fast as he could and got out of the pool to run to his girlfriends rescue.

As Peter approached the scene the man looked up at him and started yelling and pointing at him threateningly. 

"Sir. Please try to calm down." Said Peter cautiously approaching the man. "We're just tourists staying her for vacation. We didn't mean any offense."

"Oh." Said the man. "Well American punk. What will you do with this now. She caused me a big problem!" The man said in just broken yet understandable English.

"What are you talking about sir? I'm sure my girlfriend didn't mean any harm. We're both really sorry."

"I-I-I..." Stammered Katie looking up in fear.

"You little slut! You make me like this right now!?" Yelled the man down at her face red with anger.

"Sir! Just calm down! What are you even talking about? What problem?" Said Peter trying to resolve the issue peacefully.

"Oh oh oh." Said the man shaking his head. "I mean this problem." And with one motion the man yanked down his shorts exposing a massive veiny dick that was now hovering inches away from Katie's face.

"What the hell man?!" Peter yelled approaching the man trying to push him away, but the man didn't budge. He just looked at Peter and with one great motion brought his hand back and smacked him across the face. Peter was down for the count laid out on the ground next to the pool chair. The man then put his foot on Peter's face and lowered himself into the chair. The man's cock was still sticking out at Katie and it looked like she was trying to scream but couldn't. She was just frozen in that spot.

"Now. You want boyfriend to be okay? Then you take care of my big fat cock. Yes?"

It was then that Peter started to come to his senses. He tried wiggling out from under the man's foot and yelling but the man just pressed down harder. Causing Peter to gasp in pain.

"I-I-I..." Katie finally managed to stutter but nothing else would come out. She just kept looking at Peter, then the man, then the man's looming dick. She was freaking out. 

"Here I show you like this." The man grabbed the back of Katie's head then started guiding towards his dick. "I-I-I..." Katie stuttered still unable to react, started going cross eyed watching the plump tip of the cock as it was slowly guided towards her mouth. "I-I-I!" Said the man mocking Katie, "Just quiet American slut." And in on motion he guided his dick past her lips into her mouth. 

All of the sudden Katie started freaking out trying to push away with her hands. The man thought she looked cute freaking out like that, wild eyed with his cock in her mouth, but he was not nearly done. He used one hand to grab both of her arms and held them behind her, and the other hand to force her head even further down his thick shaft.

Katie almost immediately started to choke and gag on the man's cock, which caused him to laugh. He looked somehow extra sinister with his mustache, like a melodrama villain.

"Hey hey hey! Look up. At my eyes!" The man demanded.

Katie looked up through watering eyes. "If you do what I say I will let boyfriend go right?" She just looked at him. "Nod you understand?" With his cock in her mouth she nodded her understanding. "Okay so. Just make me cum on your big tits and you go." Katie just stared. "Remember." The man said as he started to push down on Peter's head. "AHHHHH..." Moaned Peter. "I crush his head to pancake. So do your best. Understand?" Katie nodded again with a mouth full of dick. At this the man released her for a moment.

"Okay. Now give my dick big kiss with big lips. Right here." The man said still holding here hands behind her but using the other to point to the tip of his cock. Katie hesitantly moved forward and placed her lips on the end of his cock head and kissed. "Now," said the man, "you like popsicles?" Katie nodded no. "Well you like this one. Lick my dick like big popsicle." Katie proceeded to do so lapping her tongue up and down his shaft feeling the texture of his veins with her tongue. 

From afar you one might think she was just giving an enthusiastic blowjob, but she just wanted to save Peter who had resigned at this point to just look up in silence at the sight of his girlfriend sucking off a stranger. Every time he moved or said anything the man would increase the pressure on his head. Peter wanted it all to end, but he just wasn't strong enough.

"Okay pretty slut American. Now you see those big balls underneath the big cock you lick now? You will lick those. Very very important." Katie stopped what she was doing and looked down. Stuck out her tongue and started running it along the sack looking up at the man to ask if she was doing it right. "Ooooooo... Very very good." Said the man. While Katie was lapping her tongue against the man's balls he reached over her back and pulled at the strings to release her bathing suit top. Katie tried to pull away but the man strengthened his grip and said, "Ah ah ah my big titty friend. Remember I make boyfriend pancake." 

Katie stopped pulling away looked down at Peter and then back up at the man. "Alright-t-t, as long as you p-p-promise to let us g-go." Katie responded meekly. The man then quickly pulled off the top and threw it across the sitting area into the pool. "I p-p-promise." The man said laughing throwing his head back guiding Katie's mouth back to his cock as he started kneading her massive breasts with his palm. 

Finally satisfied that Katie wasn't going anywhere the man freed her arms. She rested her hands on his knees while he used his now free hand to push her head up and down on his cock. "These are the biggest titties I've ever seen!" Proclaimed the man delighted as he squeezed them both with his rough hands. 

While Katie continued to suck, the man used both his hand to bounce her breasts up and down, which caused Katie to involuntarily moan. "That's it slut." Said the man. "I have idea." He said as he lifted her head away from his dick. "Spit." Katie spit on the ground not understanding what the man meant inadvertently spitting on Peter's face. 

"No no no. On your favorite cock." Katie looked at him confused, but spit on the tip of his cock. "Spit all over." Katie spit everywhere she could find, which took a while to cover his fat 10 inch cock. "Good. Now come close and wrap big tits around my dick." Katie confused moved closer to the man's groin and did so. 

"Now up and down with the big tits." Katie followed his instructions closely hoping this was all almost over. The man was delighted to see his cock head stick up to her neckline as she did this, and told her to suck it as she did this. The man looked at his craftwork. This young American girl tit fucking and suckling on his cock. It was almost too much. 

He started to play with her big nipples as she did the causing more involuntary moaning. The man decided to push it even farther. "Okay girl sucking my cock. Look up here." Katie looked up as she kept tit fucking. "Tell me you love my cock." Katie was dumbstruck. She was already forced to blow a stranger in public mostly naked and now she was going to be forced to face her greatest life long issue. 

Speaking. 

"Say it." The man said insistently as she looked up at him like a deer at an oncoming car. "Aaaaaaaaahhhghhhhhhh." Moaned Peter as the man pressed down harder on his skull.

"..."

"I l-l-love your c-c-c-cock."

The man grinned and laughed at the stuttering now completely humiliated teenager. "Say, you want my big cock." The man responded in delight.

"I want-t-t your big c-c-c-c-cock."

"Say, my cock is better than his." He said motioning to Peter.

"Y-y-your c-cock is b-b-better than P-P-Peter's." Said Katie looking defeated.

"Say you want to suck this cock everyday!" He said in jubilation.

"I w-w-want to suck-k-k y-your c-cock every d-d-day..." Katie said still tit fucking the man.

"HAHA!" The man said in delight. "Say, supercalofragalisticespyalidocious!"

"Hey man! Would you lay off of her and finish already." Peter managed to yell still under then man's foot.

"You want me to finish?" Said the man. "Okay then." He took Katie by the back of the head and pushed her mouth down on his cock as hard as he could 5 times. Threw her head back off his cock. Jerked it twice then pointed it at his right foot. Large amounts of cum shot all over Peter's face, as he lay helpless to do anything under the man's foot. Katie looked at him as if he had broken an agreement. The man was laughing hysterically. "There you go." He said through a grin. "All done." He then slapped Katie lightly on her face with his cock stood up and walked away back into the resort.

The couple stayed there on the ground, unable to move or say anything. Cum dripping down his chin Peter finally stood up went to the pool and grabbed Katie's top. He helped her up and said, "Come on. I'm going to call my dad, and somehow I'll make this right."

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Peter called his dad, but was too ashamed to tell him what really happened. So he just opted to say that an employee at the resort had been very disrespectful to them. Peter's dad was furious to hear this and said that he would call his friend, the owner of the resort, and make this right.

His dad called back a few minutes later to say that his friend greatly apologized and wanted to give Katie and Peter a big dinner in order to meet them, and figure out how to solve this issue of the "disrespectful" employee.

Peter explained the situation to Katie who had been mostly silent since the event with the mustached man. She looked up at him and nodded. Hoping that they would be able to somehow bring this man to justice.

That night Peter dressed up in a suit that looked way to big on his beanpole body, and Katie wore a black and white casual dress that buttoned all the way up, the hem just above her knees.

Peter was rehearsing what he was going to say to the owner of the resort once he saw him, getting ready to bring justice for him and his meek girlfriend. When the two teenagers found the room they were supposed to go in for the dinner two men were guarding the doors.

Peter approached them. "Hi. We are here for the dinner." He said. Both men looked down at him wordlessly then one nodded and opened the door. The room was a magnificent dining hall, with a table full of men speaking Italian loudly. The couple was guided to both sides of the end of the table next to the seat of honor where Peter supposed his dad's friend would sit. As he looked across the table at Katie he tried to force a smile, and she tried to return one. They both looked around the room and saw men dressed like the men guarding the front door at every window around the table. Some even carried large guns. Peter couldn't decide if that made him feel safe or not.

After a while of sitting there Peter finally saw the door closest to him open to reveal his dad's friend, the owner of the resort. Peter felt the room start to get smaller, and felt his heart start to pound. The owner of the resort grinned at him from under a big mustache. It was the man from the pool area.

As the man approached the table he opened his hands in greeting and slapped Peter on the back as he sat down. Peter looked over at Katie who was completely drawn into herself looking down at her empty plate, she couldn't believe this.

As the man sat down he said, "So! You're David's kid? It's so nice to meet you. You can call me Tony, yes? I think you wanted to tell me about one of my employees 'disrespecting' you and your girlfriend?" 

Peter just looked at the man slack jawed. He couldn't move. The man then looked over at Katie and said, "And h-h-how are you sexy girl? I've missed you." Katie didn't respond at all. She just kept looking at her empty plate. All of the men at the table looked very happy to see Tony and started yelling down to him in Italian pointing at Peter and Katie. Tony yelled back in Italian nodding his head. 

"They've heard a lot about you two." Tony said to Peter and Katie with a smile. "So tell me how's your papa? Did he ever tell you how we met?" Tony continued to talk at Peter, but eventually he just started phasing him out still at a loss for what to do.  

Tony then paused in his long dialogue and tapped Peter on the shoulder and asked, "Do you mind?" Peter had no clue what Tony was talking about. 

Tony then stood up undid his belt and dropped his pants once again revealing the massive cock of Peter's nightmares. Katie's eyes got wide as she continued to stare at her plate. None of the other men seemed to notice or mind. Tony then grabbed the side of Katie's chair and dragged it next to him. He then took the back of Katie's despondent head and lowered her mouth again onto his huge member. "Oh I missed this mouth!" Shouted Tony as he looked up at Peter and smiled. Tony then continued to converse at Peter using one hand to gesture and the other to push and pull Katie's head up and down on his dick.

In the meanwhile the servers came in to deliver food, working around their boss getting his dick sucked by an American teenager. None of them seemed to give much notice to the event. Peter just kept staring disparagingly at Tony. Unable to do anything, but watch as his girlfriend's mouth had this man's massive penis shoved inside of it once again. 

Peter of course ignored his food, while Tony ate in front of him while he continued to fuck Katie's mouth. Katie's mouth was of course pretty busy right now full of Tony's dick. Things went on like that for a while until one of the men at the other end of the table yelled down to Tony. Tony yelled back and laughed shaking his head. He looked over at Peter and said, "That asshole doesn't believe me." He then lifted Katie's head off his dick with a "pop" and took her by the hand pulling her to her feet. 




Peter and Katie



Tony then stood behind her, and started feeling her breasts while yelling at something in Italian to the man down the table. Katie couldn't do anything but look down at her feet. Then quickly before Katie knew what was happening Tony grabbed the inside of her dress and ripped the buttons all the way down the front until Katie was standing in just her underwear before a room full of middle aged Italian men all now cheering.

She tried to cover herself up but Tony said, "No no no. My friends are curious." Tony then undid the back of her bra and pulled it off to expose her massive breasts for all eyes to see. Oooing and ahhhing at the scene the men yelled apparently for more. Tony then went a step further from before, and leaned down to pull off her panties, as he slid them down her long skinny legs exposing a perfectly shaved adorable little pussy. Peter was destroyed. He never would have dreamed that the first time he saw his girlfriend's vagina would be an event shared with a room full of middle aged men. Tony then guided the now fully naked Katie back towards his chair. He pulled out his chair and motioned for Katie to stand over his lap with a leg on either side. What could she do? With all of the men with guns around she decided it was best to do as told.

Tony then positioned his fat veiny dick right towards the entryway of Katie's pussy. Tony looked over at Peter and winked while giving him the thumbs up, and then grabbed Katie's hips and slowly started moving her towards his erect cock. As the tip touched the entry of her pussy Katie gasped. Undeterred Tony continued to slowly push down on her hips until the fat mushroom head of his dick popped into Katie's no longer virgin pussy. Katie gasped for air with her eyes closed and entire body shaking. 

Peter could do nothing but watch his girlfriend's virginity robbed before his eyes. Tony continued to work his cock into Katie's pussy lowering her down onto it. Tony got halfway before Katie slammed her hands down on the table in front of her and let out a massive moan. Everyone at the table went silent and watched as Tony took Katie's hips and started working her up and down on his cock. Realizing he could fit no more of his massive prick at the moment he continued to fuck her with half of it's length lowering her and raising her body rhythmically. This caused her massive tits to start bouncing and Katie to start loudly moaning to the enjoyment of the entire room. After a little while Tony remembered Peter sitting next to him, grabbed a handful of bouncing tit, and started sharing another anecdote as he fucked his girlfriend in front of him. Peter face was blank of emotion he had gone deep inside of himself unable to deal with the situation. 

After a little while of Katie moaning on top of Tony's monster dick another man down the table yelled something. Tony yelled back looked over at Peter and said, "This jerkoff doesn't think it'll fit all the way." Tony then unhanded Katie's breast and used his arm to knock all of the remaining food, plates, and silverware onto the floor. He then stood up abruptly causing Katie to fall forward onto the table. Tony then took her by the back of the neck and pushed her face into the table, causing her tits to flatten against it. 

He then looked over at Peter smiled and said, "Wish your girlfriend luck." He then jumped forward ramming all 10 inches of his dick into Katie at once. She let out a scream of pain mixed with pleasure and started moaning and screaming as loud as any human possibly could. But after a little while Katie's pussy started getting used to the punishment. And she just moaned in massive amounts of pleasure. Peter looked downwards not knowing what to think. While he fucked Katie before his audience Tony started taking off his shirt removed the rest of his clothing until he was completely naked. The sound of Tony's balls slapping against Katie's ass echoed throughout the hallway. 

After what seemed like an eternity a man at the other end of the table yelled something that caused him Tony to laugh so hard he had to pause pumping Katie's pussy full of his dick to regain composure. Leaving his dick inside of Katie, Tony looked over at Peter and said, "My friend said a funny joke. It means... Uhm... To breed out the weakness? Yes I think so." 

Peter started feeling his body shaking from all the stress. Tony laughed and started to pump his cock like a piston into Katie's pussy. She started screaming again as the table went into uproars of laughter. After a few moments Tony let out 7 more pumps in to Katie's pussy yelling "Super-cali-fraji-listic-espy-ali-dociois!" A syllable with each pump. He held in on the last syllable, both his and Katie's bodies shaking. Katie let out a massive moan as Tony pulled out of her pussy. As he sat down in his chair a trail of cum leading from the tip of his cock to Katie's ravaged vagina. Katie stayed lying on the table as Tony looked over at Peter breathing hard.

After a moment of breathy silence he said, "I think I will borrow this one for the night," as he smacked her across the ass. 

"Alonzo will show you back to your room." Peter looked around him as a security guard approached. As Peter stood up to leave Tony added, "Oh! It was so nice to make your acquaintance young man. Don't worry! I will take good care of girlfriend." Peter looked at Katie one last time as he left the room. She was covered in sweat and breathing loudly, a blank look on her face

Peter didn't sleep much that night. In the morning a guard came and knocked on his door to tell him Tony wanted to see him. Peter was guided to the elevator and taken to the top floor of the resort. The elevator opened to a bedroom with a massive bed in the center at the other end of the room, which sat in front of a massive window. 

As he slowly approached the bed he saw Tony laying down naked. As he got closer he found Katie also naked, between Tony's legs, sucking on his dick. "Ahhhhhh!" Tony said as he saw Peter approaching. "Good morning! We have been having so much fun! Isn't that right my little angle?" Katie nodded without looking up keeping her lips sealed around Tony's cock. 

"Now listen," said Tony stroking the back of Katie's head. "I've been thinking. It would be a shame to end all the fun after one night. You all only have a week left here and this little girl needs all the real big dick she can get. How about I keep her for the rest of the week?" Peter just stood there with a blank face. "I assumed we have a deal!" Said Tony throwing his hands up. "Okay. Now get out." As Peter left the room he turned around one last time to see Tony guiding Katie to sit on his cock. As the elevator doors closed he could hear her start to moan.

That afternoon Peter's dad called to ask how the dinner went. To avoid any more shame he lied and said everything went well and that the man who "disrespected" them was fired. Then he got a call from Katie's parents asking where she was and why she wouldn't pick up her phone. Peter said it was because she lost her phone, and no she couldn't talk because she was at the spa getting a massage. Peter really wanted no one to ever find out what had happened.

As the week went on Peter couldn't escape it. When he went to breakfast, there Tony was sipping tea and reading the paper while Katie was under the table sucking his dick. When he went to the pool he could hear moaning and seem Tony fucking his girlfriend on the balcony of his top floor suite. Some nights while he slept Tony would have him woken up just to come watch as he fucked Katie senseless. 

When the week was finally over she was sent naked back to their room. She walked past Peter without saying a word. Handing him a note.

It was from Tony. It read,

Dear Little Bitch,

Thanks for loaning me your lovely little girlfriend to dump all my cum into. I'm going to miss her, and I know she will miss me. In fact I decided she'd miss my big dick so much I'm coming back with you both to America so I can catch up with your dad. Maybe she can suck my cock on the plane ride home? Maybe I can pound her in your bed while you sleep on ground? Haha! I will see you soon.

Love,

Mr. Big Fat Dick

AKA Tony

P.S.

How is your mom doing?



Peter and Miss V.



That Sunday afternoon was not unlike any other. Miss V quietly hummed as she worked in her makeshift studio in the corner of the loft. Peter knelt in the middle of the room on the hardwood floor jerking off, as ordered. Miss V liked to watch Peter playing with his cock; it was a source of inspiration to her. To prevent him from spilling his goo and messing Miss V's beautiful floor, she tied a rope tightly around the base of his dick and balls. Peter liked it and complied.

Suddenly Miss V stopped humming. Peter froze. He knew that couldn't be good. "No! Don't stop." She hissed.

"Yes, V." 

Peter could feel his legs begin to tremble. He wanted to lean back onto his feet, but he knew V would not ever let him cum if he did. Miss V slowly rose and crossed the room to where he knelt. "I'm blocked. Does Pet want to eat his cum for me?"

Peter wanted to shout out 'yes!', but all that escaped his lips was a weak, almost whispered, "Yes, V." 

"Okay, Pet." She pushed his shoulder back firmly. "Lay back for Miss V." And he did. Stretching out onto the cold floor was a relief.

"Stay here, Pet, while I get your special spoon." She smiled, "I will bring your special silver spoon. I bet you have a lot of goo, don't you?" Miss V didn't wait for an answer.

Peter lay there thinking about how firm, yet gentile, Miss V treated him. He never knew which it would be. It was a game he liked. In a moment she would return with the spoon, ready to feed him his own jizz. How would she remove the rope from his cock this time? Peter's cock throbbed hard. Oh, he tried to calm himself. If he came too fast she would not be happy, and then there would be no fun for him later. Miss V had plans and Peter was very much looking forward to participating.

Miss V always threw the best parties. Last week Miss V was so impressed with Peter's arrangement of the loft in preparation for her 'little get together' that at the end of the night she surprised him with a special reward. After standing most of the evening in the middle of the room wearing nothing but crochless lace panties and allowing anyone who was interested to watch him rub his cock, Miss V came behind him and whispered in his ear, "Okay, Pet...I think you've earned a treat." She bit Peter's ear hard and ordered him to go and wait for her in the bathroom.

Peter's insides trembled a little as he answered, "Yes, V."

"Just a minute, Pet," she said, grabbing Peter's balls to halt him. "Lick it first." She pulled his head to her left tit. Peter hungrily lapped at Miss V's stiff nipple. Peter's balls squeezed tight inside the lace panties. Abruptly, he was pushed away into the direction of the bathroom where he was to wait. Peter groaned as he strode down the hall; his thick cock bobbed as he walked, and a tiny dribble of pre-cum glistened on its tip.

What a marvelous night, Peter remembered. After Miss V blindfolded him, she guided him into the empty tub. "Lay down, my Pet." Then she called out to some others to join them. Though the porcelain was cold against his back, Peter felt a burning heat course through his body...directly to his massively hard cock. The anticipation was agonizing and exciting. 

Peter distinguished at least three others, two women and a man, in the room; Miss V did most of the talking. He could hear them kissing and licking and moaning. What about me, he thought. Suddenly Miss V announced, "Now, everyone...time for the guest of honor to receive our gifts."

Miss V made only one rule---Peter could cum, but he could not, by any means, touch his dick. One by one they sprayed hot piss down onto his body. He twitched and moaned. He drank and swallowed. His ass cheeks squished in a pool of urine; it was bliss. Soon Peter could no longer contain it. He asked permission to cum. 

"Do it now, Pet!" she obliged his request.

Thick, hot cum exploded from Peter's cock. As it pumped out of him over and over, and slid down his body to float in his piss bath, Peter felt more hot jizz, someone else's jizz, drip onto his chin. His tongue flicked out and all around in a desperate attempt to lick it off and taste its salty sweetness. When they were done with him, Miss V allowed him to remain in his special bath for another hour. She removed the blindfold so Peter could admire the lovely mess they had made all over him. On her way out, she turned and said, "Okay, you can cum one more time after I leave, but only once. See you later, Pet. I'll come for you in a while." And Peter was left to enjoy his piss bath all on his own. Miss V was so good to him.

Now Peter wondered what amazing things Miss V might have in store for him if he ate his cum like a good boy should. 

Just then Miss V returned with the special silver spoon. She had changed into a thong and heels, nothing more. "Do this right," she said, and reached out to remove the rope from his bound cock and balls.



Peter and Nick Ch. 01



Chapter One:

Louise

Nick Copley did not consider his childhood to be a happy one. He lost his parents at 6 years old, and was put in to care. After a year of being moved between foster homes Nicks uncle Peter Copley returned from a travelling and came to collect his nephew from the foster home he was living in. 

Peter did not feel ready to look after his young nephew, but felt obliged to as the poor boy had nowhere to go, and besides he was the boy's only remaining family. Their relationship developed slowly. Peter was extremely focussed on his career, and so Nick was more brought up by a succession of nanny and au pair's. Money was never an issue as Peter rocketed through his career soon becoming managing director of the software company that he worked for. They spent holidays together travelling to the best locations on beaches, or ski resorts. 

Peter more often than not brought whoever was his girlfriend of the moment with them on the holidays. Because of his wealth Peter had his pick of attractive gold diggers who were after his money and lifestyle. Nick watched through his childhood and developing adolescence as his uncle, knowing what they were after, used these women to his own advantage and then dropped them without a second thought. 

Peter's opinion of women was pretty low, as he knew they saw him first for his money and power, and his personality second. Peter was a good-looking guy, and kept himself in shape. He just wished he could find someone who he felt was looking at him rather than his wallet. Through his years of dating a string of attractive women, Peter became pretty proficient in the bedroom. He knew how to push a woman's buttons, and make her beg for more, but the emotional attachment was never there. He found himself getting bored more and more quickly, and switching between women more and more frequently.

When Nick became a teenager, things began to change between him and Peter. Peter began to be able to relate to the young man, and saw a lot of himself in Nick. There were a few exceptions. Nick had been sent to the very best schools, and had excelled in everything from sports to the classroom. Nick was an expert skier, swimmer, and horse rider. In fact he was rapidly becoming one of the most eligible young men around. He was however very reluctant with making friends, and liked to keep himself to himself.

Peter on the other hand grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. He survived through initiative, and his natural wit and charm. He worked his way up in a small computer software firm. Through his leadership skills he soon took over management of the store, and progressed through head office management. It was under his direction that the company recognised crucial gaps in the market, and exploited them to become a market leader.

Peter did not want to see his nephew continue to be what he thought was a shy retiring teenager. He was also a little worried about Nick's apparent lack of confidence, and interest in women. One weekend Peter took it upon himself to make an effort with the young man. They went camping by Peters large private lodge in Montana, where Peter thought they could spend some quality time together. There were no revelations, but both Nick and Peter thoroughly enjoyed the weekend with each other. Peter spent more and more time with Nick introducing him to "the right people" and slowly tutoring him in the ways of the world. Peter quickly realised that Nick's apparent shyness was simply maturity beyond his years, and many people could not believe his true age. Nick absorbed Peter's advice like a sponge. He especially watched his proficiency around women.

At 18 years of age Nick could not stand the social circles that he was involved in at school. He realised their importance for contacts in the future, but found both the men and women his age incredibly immature. He knew the women saw him as a good catch, and dismissed their advances at every step. This only increased the sexual aura about him, as he became the prize catch for every teenage girl at his school. He had on a couple of occasions used this to his own advantage sexually, but the morning after he had made it quite clear that it was to be no more.

He soon realised that he felt more of a thrill when he noticed some of the mothers, or even teachers looking at him. A look he knew to interpret oh so well from his uncle. He however knew it was not right to risk scandal, and caution would always be needed in such a situation.

Peter knew that Nick was more a young man than a teenager, but still felt it was not right to leave him at home alone during his many business trips abroad. For this reason he continued to hire an au pair to look after Nick and the house during his absences.

The last au pair had stayed with them for two years, and was now leaving due to her husband's job moving elsewhere. Peter had to find someone at short notice due to an imminent trip, and so resorted to finding someone through word of mouth rather than the usual agencies. His finance manager gave him the number of a family friend who had just moved from France. She was looking for a job to help support her and her husband while they were finding their feet in a new country. Though she had no experience as an au pair, Peter was assured she was trustworthy, and had enough experience as a housewife to be able to cope. After all Nick needed little looking after these days.

Louise was offered the position on a probationary basis, just in case things did not work out. Louise was a clever woman who was university educated, and hated the idea of being an au pair to a spoilt child, but needed the extra income to help support her and her husband through the difficult transition to a new life. They had emigrated with the promise of a new job, but this had fallen through within a week of their arrival. If it had not been for their family friend recommending her to his boss as an au pair she did not know what they would have done.

When she arrived for the first day of her new work she felt thoroughly depressed. She was even more worried when she saw the size of the house. It was enormous, with huge grounds. Her worries were slightly allayed when the maid greeted her. She soon found that the majority of the cleaning was not her responsibility, and her main priority was to look after Nick, and ensure the house was organised properly in Peter's absence. As she was shown around she began to be a little overwhelmed. The house had everything someone could ask for, from gorgeous en-suite bathrooms, to a pool and a gymnasium. She was informed that all the houses amenities were at her disposal provided her duties were maintained. Louise soon realised that the job may not be as bad as it had first seemed, and as she settled in to a comfortable chair in the veranda overlooking the beautifully manicured grounds she felt a little more settled.

Peter knew the new au pair started that day, but it did not strike him as anything significant. He had seen a multitude come and go, and though he had always enjoyed their company they were always little more to him than just staff. When he came home he went straight to the swimming pool to unwind as he usually did after a day at school. As he was swimming he noticed someone come in to the pool area, but paid little attention. He soon realised that the person did not go away, and became slightly annoyed at their presence. Once he finished another length he pulled himself out of the swimming pool and walked to get his towel.

Louise had gone to introduce herself to Nick, as the maid had informed her that he had returned home. The maid had told her Nick usually went for a swim on his return. Louise had not wanted to disturb him, so waited patiently for him to finish by the door before she said anything. When nick climbed out of the water she was quite taken aback. She was expecting a young awkward teenage boy. As the water dripped off Nick's nearly naked body what she saw was a well-developed man with a beautifully toned and tanned body. She was completely lost for words as Nick slowly strode towards her picking up a towel on his way.

Nick gruffly said "don't you know you aren't supposed to wear outdoor shoes in here?" as he walked towards the figure that had been watching him as he slowly wiped the water out of his eyes. When his vision cleared what he saw before him was a slim brunette woman looking a bit startled, but she was undoubtedly looking at him with that look that he knew so well.

After Nick barked his reprimand at her Louise instinctively bent forward to start taking off her shoes. She was so taken by surprise and flustered that she did not think that it was just a young boy that had spoken to her like that. She had worn slip on sensible shoes with a small heel, but in her current predicament struggled to take them off easily and in a dignified manner.

Nick saw the look of surprise in her eyes before she bent forward to start taking her shoes off. What he also noticed more importantly was the beauty in her. She was not a classical beauty as he had seen in the multitude of women that his uncle had dated. However the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, and the look in her eyes expressed a sensuality that he had not encountered before. He quickly stopped her fumbling with her shoe my gently resting a hand on her shoulder.

Louise stopped dead as she felt his hand touch her. She realised her heart had quickened significantly and felt like its pounding could be heard by the young man touching her. A whole mixture of sensations swirled in her head threatening to make her giddy as she heard him say "I am sorry. I did not mean to sound rude. Please stand up, you don't have to take your shoes off, I know you are not used to the way our house is run. Its not your average family home".

Louise stood up to see his broad warming smile and his eyes looking directly in to hers. She smiled back and thanked him, explaining that she was just a little nervous, as this was her fist time in such a job. Nick said he would show her around again and explain his timetable and how things usually worked in the household once he got changed. 

As she sat down Louise regained her composure a little and tried to figure out what had just happened. She was after all a happily married woman, and to be taken by surprise by such feelings was totally not like her. Especially as it was by the boy she was in charge of and was supposed to look after! She reassured herself by the fact that it must have been the shock of how much more developed, and mature he was than she was expecting. 

As Nick showered and towelled himself dry he kept thinking about the woman waiting outside for him. She had definitely looked at him openly digesting his youthful body with her eyes, and she had definitely liked what she saw. Nick smiled as he felt himself getting hard at the thought of her looking at him, and if he wasn't very much mistaken she had an engagement and wedding ring on. When he came out of the changing room he introduced himself properly, and walked her around the house and its grounds. 

As they walked he told her about his history, and his relationship with his uncle and how he came to be in his care. In return Louise spoke about her husband, what situation had brought her out of her home country, and what had happened to his job. The pair talked comfortably for a long while, and Louise began to feel more relaxed and comfortable in his presence. 

Nick however realised he was subconsciously using the techniques he saw Peter employ when courting a new conquest. He tested the water when making a joke as he gently touched the side of her arm. When she simply laughed along and flicked her hair back in response Nick knew he was on the right track. 

The day finished uneventfully, and as Louise left for home Nick wished her a good night and kissed her on the cheeks, to which she replied "your French etiquette is very good young man" smiled and then headed home. When Louise got home she found her husband in a terrible mood. He had been to two interviews and felt both had gone terribly. He suffered from his poor English, and felt he did not stand a chance. Louise spoke fluent English though she had a fairly strong accent, and offered to help him improve his English to help him. He however just dismissed her, and went outside of their small flat to smoke a cigarette. She loved him very much, and wished he would let her help him, but she knew he was a proud man. He was also the only man she had ever loved and been with, and wanted to stand by him if possible. Louise ended up going to bed before her husband, and was asleep before he came to bed.

The next day Louise took to her tasks at work with a great efficiency. She wanted to make the best possible impression as she did not know how long it would be before her husband found work, so she wanted to be sure she could at least hold down this job to keep them secure.

Nick returned from school and his rowing training early, and spent some time with Louise in the kitchen before heading off for his usual swim. When he returned he found Louise was preparing dinner. He enjoyed talking to her. She was an intelligent woman, and was not afraid to speak her mind. He also loved her French accent, and on more than one occasion she asked him what he was smiling about. 

For dinner he had insisted she make enough for both of them, as this was the usual practice for the au pair. While she was setting the table Nick went off to his uncles wine cellar and came back with a nice bottle to compliment the meal. Nick knew this was becoming more of a date than a meal after school, but he did all he could to show this was just usual practice. 

Louise was a bit surprised by the wine, but accepted it graciously. She did not normally drink any alcohol, but enjoyed it on the odd occasion. She refused a second glass, as she had to get home, and began with the washing up. Nick helped her by doing the drying, and they continued chatting like old friends. When it was time for her to go home Nick went to kiss her goodbye, and accidentally on purpose brushed his lips against hers when kissing her goodbye on her cheeks. Louise blushed ferociously and mumbled a goodbye as she smiled and made her way to her car.

That night her husband was not at home. He had left her a message that he was meeting up with an old friend who may be able to help him find work. She could not help thinking about Nick as she lay down to sleep and was surprised to find her nipples erect and sensitive as she pulled her night vest over her. She blamed this on the alcohol and went to sleep. 

Her husband returned at two in the morning completely drunk, and tried to be amorous. She fought his advances off much to his anger, and he went off to sleep on the couch. Louise lay there feeling guilty both about thinking about Nick, and about her husband sleeping on the couch, but she did not want to have him back in their bed in such a state.

Louise's husband was fast asleep as she left in the morning for work. As she came in to the kitchen she found Nick there, and a fresh cup of coffee waiting for her. She forgot it was Saturday and there was no school, and was not expecting to find him there. Nick asked her if she was all right as she clearly had something on her mind, but she just said she did not sleep well. Nick suggested that she take a swim to clear her head saying, "it always works for me", but she declined, as she did not have a swimsuit. Nick replied that his uncle always kept a spare selection of swimsuits for unexpected guests, and she should help herself, and besides he had to take his car in to the garage to get the brakes checked.

Nick did not need to take his car in at all, and he also knew exactly what kind of swimsuits his uncle had. They consisted of the smallest bikinis, which Peter used to get a better look at prospective lovers. Nick drove out of the drive and returned a mere five minutes later to assess the situation.

Louise took Nicks advice and went to the swimming pool to get changed. Sure enough in the women's changing room there was a selection of swimming costumes, but as she looked through them she realised they were all very small two-piece suits. Louise prided herself in keeping herself in shape, but her bigger than average breasts for her small frame had always prevented her from wearing a bikini.

She was in two minds as she stood there in her underwear. Finally she decided to at least try one on as she thought she was the only one in the house, as the maid only came in the afternoon, and there was no gardener today. The small bottoms fitted well, and she was glad she had shaved herself last night or it would have shown. She liked to keep her pubic hair shaved and trim as she felt it was neater and more hygienic. She had never thought of the sexual connotations it carried.

The top was a tight squeeze, and if she had been going out in public she would never had put it on. Her large breasts spilled out from it as the top struggled to contain them. When she looked in the mirror she looked more like a glamour model than someone going for a swim. 

Nick saw Louise emerge from the changing room and drew his breath. He had never guessed that she was hiding such a fantastic body under her clothes. He realised she had always dressed in such a way to conceal her true figure. Now that he saw her he immediately went to the men's changing room and got changed in to his trunks.

Louise had done just one length when to her horror she saw nick come in to the swimming pool room. He nonchalantly said hi and explained the garage was shut as he was walking towards the water. She did not know what to do. If she came out of the water he would see her body entirely on display, but she did not want to risk swimming in the indecent outfit in case she exposed herself.

Nick dived in to the swimming pool and came up a few meters from Louise. He sensed she was feeling uncomfortable so made every effort not to look her up and down as any normal man would have in this situation. He asked why she was not swimming which completely threw Louise.

Louise came up with a hopeless lie on the spot that she was not a good swimmer, and did not want to do so in front of him. She was actually an excellent swimmer, and swimming was one of the ways she kept herself in such good shape. She realised that she had in fact backed herself in to a corner when Nick replied that he could teach her. Despite her protesting Nick would not take no for an answer, and she realised she had to agree for a short while before she could escape to the changing rooms.

Nick said they would start with a few basic exercises, but as they did not have any floats he would have to support her. Before she knew what was happening he was beside her with his arms holding her hips. Her knees immediately went weak as she felt him touch her, and the familiar feelings returned once more.

Nick noticed her nipples started to stand up like little bullets when he was close to her. He began to enjoy making up exercises that gave him secret chances to touch her body without being too obvious. Wherever possible he brushed a hand against her breasts, or had her crotch pressed firmly up against him.

The effect of all this was not going unnoticed by Louise. She lost track of time as let the young man manipulate her found herself longing for the next time he put some pressure, or brushed against her now over sensitive private areas. When he ran out of further ideas he pulled her up and Louise found herself straddling his thigh panting softly while looking into his eyes. Nick could feel the heat between her legs as she breathed softly, and he enjoyed the silence that passed between them. He knew she would soon be his. 

To be continued... 



Peter and the Wolf's



Pete was an average person, not to big or small, in his late 50's, a bit old for his job, as a maintenance person in an upscale apartment complex, even thought he didn't look it, but he did his job well and everyone seemed to like him. Pete was obsessed with sex and had a rather large collection of porn both in his DVD player and on his computer. Pete especially liked bi-sexual porn and had several videos of guy, guy, girl and girl, girl, guy films in his library. 

Pete loved women, but was not opposed to sucking a stiff one every once in a while especially since he was not that attractive and had a hard time picking up women. He was also a bit shy when it came to women so when he got horny, sucking a hard cock was not out of the question.

He struck up a good relation with the Wolf's, who appeared to be the same age as him, and they seemed to get along well. Jason was a very hansom man and his wife Sharon was just his type, short, smallish tits and a very tight ass. Pete always fantasized about them but would never make an approach as it was company policy to not date the tenants and besides he was just shy about it. 

Jason and Sharon often engaged him in conversation usually about where they lived. Seemed they were both from Tennessee. Pete was somewhat of a history buff and had learned a lot about the area. He often told them about places he had visited in the state and some history of what had happened in the past. The Wolf's seemed to really like him and often when they needed work on their apartment asked for Pete specifically. Pete loved going there as he dreamed of going in there and finding one of them naked and ready to fuck.

Sandy came to visit, Jason's and Sharon's daughter of 26, and the family seemed very close and often went to the hot tub together. It was on one of those days that they were on their way to the hot tub that they ran into Pete.

"Pete, come here. I want you to meet my daughter," Sharon was very bubbly as she spoke.

"Hi" Pete said.

"Sandy, Pete; Pete, Sandy" Jason introduced.

"Nice to meet you," said Sandy.

Pete melted. Her voice was like angels singing and he thought her body was just as stunning as her mom's. What he wouldn't give to see this beauty naked on his cock. They chatted for a few minutes and the subject of karaoke came up and Sharon said, "Sandy loves to do karaoke"

"Oh really? Maybe we could go out some night and stun the crowds with our talents," Pete jested.

"I would like that very much," Sandy said to the stunned Pete.

He never in a million years would have guessed that this situation would arise and kind of looked stupid for a second. 

Sandy saw his embarrassed look and said, "Besides I don't know anyone around here and you could show me around, OK?"

"Well uh yeah, I guess so," Peter stammered out.

"Great! What is the best night to go out?" Sandy asked.

"Well I guess Friday, several places close by have a show and if we don't like one we can choose another."

"OK then, Friday night, it's a date."

Pete looked at Sharon and Jason and they were both smiling and seemed to take this all in stride. Pete still looking dumb founded walked off waving his hand and went back to work. His head was reeling. Did this really happen? Was he going out Friday with this nubile young maiden that was so lovely and half his age? Oh shit, Friday? That's what he said and that was tomorrow. Well best be getting ready then.

Pete woke up on Friday morning and was still in disbelief of this day but got ready for work and went to the shop to check in. The morning went pretty much as usual and nothing was out of the ordinary until he was clocking out for lunch. He saw Sandy on his way home and she waved him over. 

"We never set a time for tonight."

Still dazed, but now sure of the "date" planned for them he said, "The shows usually start around 8 or 9, so how bout I pick you up at 7:30 and we go from there."

"Ok, I'll be ready."

The rest of the day seemed to drag on and five o'clock always seemed to be another hour away as Pete was looking forward to the evening. Finally he was off the clock and headed for his apartment to change and get ready for this beauty.

Pete knocked on the Wolf's door and it was immediately opened by Sandy. 

"You ready?" she asked. "Let's go," replied Pete, and off they went.

Pete drove over to his usual hangout and the karaoke show was just starting. They walked in and a few of the regulars that knew him stared at the young beauty on his arm. Pete just smiled and ushered her over to a table not to far from the stage. Ricky, the host of the show, saw Pete and nodded at him. Pete and Sandy were looking over the book and they each picked a song and turned it into Ricky. They patiently waited for their turns and exchanged polite talk over drinks. Pete was first to get up and did his song and sat down to mild applause. 

"Wow, you are very good," Sandy said as she stood up to take her turn at fame. 

She had chosen "Black Velvet" one of Pete's favorite songs and he was amazed at how well she had sung it. When she sat back down he commented on how well she did and the crowd was also appreciative, as she had received a very loud applause. They had a couple more drinks and Sandy said let's go to another bar.

Pete and Sandy bar hopped going from one karaoke show to another until it was rather late and Pete decided he had enough beer and wanted to go home. Sandy agreed and they got in his car and headed for the apartments. 

"You really are very good and I would love to hear you sing some more," Pete said.

"Your no slouch yourself," Sandy replied.

"Ah shucks, I used to do this on stage for a long time to make some extra money so I feel like I'm cheating."

"Well a hansom man doing what he likes to do and also very good at fixing things, hmmm, I could get used to that,"

"You know, if you were younger and I was a bit more brave, I'd kiss you right on the lips."

"What? Your not brave enough now?"

Pete was stunned again. Was that a dare? Oh hell, he had just enough booze and the situation was right so he leaned forward and kissed Sandy on the lips.

Now Pete was as I said not the most hansom man nor was he her age, but one thing he was good at was kissing. So many women had told him that he was a very good kisser so he did not let this opportunity pass. He pursed his lips and met hers as soft as a butterfly on a rose petal and pressed every so slowly so as to enrich the moment. He did not want this to ever stop and as they kissed he pulled her closer so he could feel the heat of her body. He pulled her tight and felt the curves of her body caress him as they continued to kiss. He let his tongue slide gently out of his mouth to caress her lips and part them gently as he probed her mouth, searching for her soul. 

She felt his tongue probe her and she responded in kind letting her tongue glide over his and searching for an entrance to his mouth. She felt wonderful. She had never been kissed by a man this way and wanted it to last forever. She gladly gave her body to this wonderful mouth that was attached to her and wanted to feel that tongue deep insider her. 

"Oh, my gosh," Sandy said as she pulled away.

Confused, Pete stood there as Sandy grabbed his hand and said, "Come with me."

Sandy led Pete in the door to her apartment and up the stairs and into her mom's bedroom. Sharon was sitting there at her computer with a robe around her and looked a bit shocked as her daughter and Pete entered the room. 

"Mom, you got to try this, you will be so shocked."

Both Pete and Sharon looked at each other wondering what the hell Sandy was talking about. 

"Kiss him mom, this is incredible."

Sharon got a look in her eye that Pete was unsure of, but he knew that Sharon was coming over to kiss him. As she got up from her chair, Pete thought he glimpsed her pussy, but the shadow from the light on the computer made him unsure of that. Sharon crossed the distance in no time and was standing in front of Pete before he knew what was happening. She raised her face to him and placed her lips on his.

Pete was in seventh heaven. Here was this vixen he had masturbated to on several occasions standing a bit on her toes to kiss him and he felt her lips on his. Again he pursed his lips to get the full embrace of this woman and kissed her with all his expertise. He felt Sharon pull him closer as he slid his arms around her to hold her closer. 

Sharon broke the kiss and looked at her daughter and said, "I have to experience this closer."

Sharon went to the bed and sat down opening her robe to reveal her body. Pete's head was reeling. What in the hell was going on?

"Come here and eat my pussy."

Dumb founded and confused, Pete stood there looking at Sharon. Her body exposed to him and it was everything he had imagined. A beautiful face sat on a short neck that led down to smallish tits and tiny nipples. Below that was a flat stomach that Sharon kept toned at the exercise center and lower still was the object that he often fantasized about. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with just a small landing strip above her puffy lips that were wet from anticipation.

"Well, go on," prodded Sandy.

Pete looked over at Sandy and saw that she was encouraging him to go suck her mother's pussy. It took no more urging as Pete sank to his knees and placed his mouth on Sharon's pussy. Ah the sweet intoxication of his desire was here and he decided to take his time and enjoy every second. Slowly and carefully he let his lips and tongue explore every inch of this wanton woman and he so enjoyed the journey. Savoring every sense and scent he wandered his tongue exploring every crease and crevice this woman had to offer.

Sharon quickly had an orgasm that was everything she had imagined it was, but Pete showed no sign of letting up. He continued to suck and swallow her juices until Sharon finally grabbed his hair and pushed his head away.

"Ok, ok, geez, I just can't take anymore."

Sandy plopped on the bed and said, "My turn."

Pete looked up from his position between Sharon's legs and saw Sandy sitting next to her mom, naked as a newborn baby with her legs spread and a beautifully shaved pussy. Pete couldn't believe his luck. He moved between Sandy's legs and started to eat her as he had done to her mother. 

"Oh fuck mom, he is good huh?"

"Enjoy hon, I know I did."

Pete was in ecstasy as he slid his tongue over this tasty pussy. He used his lips to nuzzle and pull her clit to full extension and then he sucked on it as if to pull her entire body into his mouth. Sandy was wiggling and squirming under the expert tonguing she was receiving and then her mother took one of her tits and started to suck on it. Sandy felt a new orgasm come on that was more than she had ever felt before. She squealed with delight as she squirted into Pete's mouth for the first time she had ever done that. 

Jason was standing in the doorway, stroking his 7" cock and enjoying the view. He knew from the look on his daughters face that she was having one of her biggest orgasms ever. He has seen a similar look on her face so many times before that he knew she was really digging this. He let her come down from her orgasm and then decided to announce his presence.

"You really looked like you enjoyed that one honey."

"Daddy! Oh let me tell you that was wonderful. Pete has the best tongue, I must have cum three times and then mom helped me get off so hard."

"I wish you could experience that hon," Sharon said.

At the first sound of Jason's voice Pete moved back away from the bed and looked in his direction. He stood there in the door blocking any chance of escape, but what Pete noticed was his magnificent cock. It must have been about 7 or 8 inches he estimated, smooth and very erect. Pete heard them talking but could not remove his eyes from that stiff rod poking out from this intruders body. 

Jason was not really into men, but on occasion, when Sharon was out of town, he would wander over to the glory holes and get his cock sucked expertly. He knew that men liked to suck and swallow more than women but as far as having some guy come over to suck him off, that was not his style. 

"Damn, I feel jealous. You two got sucked off and I didn't."

"Well maybe you'll get your chance," Sharon nodded toward Pete who was still mesmerized by Jason's cock.

Jason looked at Pete and saw that his mouth was agape and he was staring at his cock. He walked over to Pete and put his cock at his lips and Pete took the whole thing in his mouth. Pete had heard them talking but didn't understand a word of the conversation. All he noticed was that this magnificent cock was approaching and he wanted it in his mouth. As it reached his lips he engulfed it oblivious of everything around him. 

"Wow! He sucks cock too," Sandy said.

Sharon and Sandy got on either side of him and started to take off his clothes. Pete was aware that his clothes were being removed and then remembered that there were other people in the room. Now, he has had observers before when he sucked some cock, but this was exciting to him. Two women were watching him swallow their father's and husband's flesh sword and enjoying every minute of it. He started to suck harder which made Jason moan. He could tell from the way his cock was jerking and swelling that he was about to get a mouthful of cum. Pete felt a hand on his own cock and was not sure who it was but it just spurred him on. Pete reached up and grabbed Jason's balls just as he exploded in his mouth. The first spurt filled his mouth and Pete swallowed all of it savoring the man juice he craved so much. Several more spurts followed and Pete was trying to swallow all of them.

Sharon was kneeling next to Pete and rubbing his cock watching him swallow spurt after spurt of her husbands cum and getting wet from the scene unfolding before her eyes. She had never seen a man suck cock before and even though she considered herself a pro at it, she knew from what she was watching that she was barely an amateur. 

Sandy leaned forward and kissed Pete on the cheek and let her tongue slide over her dad's cock while she tried to stick it in Pete mouth so she could get some of that cum too. Pete released his hold on that dick so he could look at Sandy who looked at him with wanton eyes and he kissed her on the lips sharing the last of the cum he had sucked from her dad.

"Man that was great. I have had a few blow jobs before, but honestly Pete, you're the best."

Sharon grabbed Pete's hand and led him to the bed where she laid him down and continued to stroke his cock. Sandy leaned over and took her mother's hand away and engulfed Pete's cock into her mouth. Sharon got on top and straddled Pete's mouth and shoved her pussy onto his face. She immediately felt that wonderful tongue do it's magic as Pete explored her pussy extensively. Jason leaned over his daughter and kissed her ass, which was sticking up in the air and let his tongue wander over the crease leading to her puckered hole. Sandy opened her thighs and felt her dad's tongue drift over her ass hole and then probe deep into her pussy. He was good, but she still thought Pete was better.

Pete was getting close to cumming and tried to say something but Sharon was pressing on his mouth so much that all he managed to get out was a grunt. Sharon felt the sensation of this and she let a flood of juices run into Pete's mouth as her orgasm hit and then Pete erupted into Sandy's mouth. He honestly thought he was going to hurt her as he shot wave after wave of cum into her mouth.

Sharon collapsed on the bed and rolled over and kissed Sandy who still had some of Pete's cum in her mouth. They shared the flavor and kissed passionately for several minutes. Jason continued to lick his daughter's pussy softly and everyone came down from the high they were on. 

Pete couldn't believe what had just happened. He sucked two pussies that he had only dreamed about and sucked a cock in front of those women who were now passionately kissing. 

"You looked shocked Pete," Jason said.

"Yeah, I guess so, not sure what just happened, but I loved every minute of it."

"We had thought about you a lot and maybe having you join us, but we were unsure how you would take it, but when Sandy came to visit we thought that was the perfect opening. We had no idea how good you were at kissing and now we're glad we got you in bed," Sharon chimed in.

"Really?" asked Pete.

"Yeah, Sharon loves to get fucked by two men and she really took to you," said Jason.

"Mom loves to have a nice stiff cock in her ass," Sandy offered whimsically, and smiled slyly at her mom who just blushed a bit.

"What do you think Pete? Would you eat my ass as good as you ate my pussy?"

Pete needed no more encouragement and leaned over to tongue that ass he craved for the past year. Sharon moaned her appreciation and spread her cheeks for him to get closer. His tongue really was magnificent Sharon thought and she must have more. He pushed at her puckered hole and felt it slide into her ass and Sharon squealed with delight. She rose up off the bed and shoved her ass deeper at this soft intrusion. Pete ran his hand up into her pussy and shoved two fingers deep into her. He could feel his fingers millimeters away from his tongue as Sharon's juices flowed down his wrist.

"Now, stick it in me."

Pete jumped up and shoved his cock toward her ass hole and it slid in easily. Jason slid under his wife and pushed his cock deep in her pussy and Sharon moaned loudly. Pete could feel the stiff cock rub against his with only a thin membrane separating them. What a feeling, he had never experienced this before but he loved it. Sandy leaned over Pete and stuck her tongue deep into Pete's ass and this spurred him on to fuck harder. Sandy got it real slick and stuck a finger in him. Pete thought he was going to loose it but managed to control himself. He had his ass rimmed before, but he never let any one stick anything up there, only this was heaven. He was enjoying the feeling of Sharon's tight ass squeezing his dick, the cock that was rubbing against his and the hand that was finger fucking his ass and then it hit like a ton of bricks. He shot a huge load into Sharon's ass and she screamed into the pillow that was next to her. 

Her orgasm was very intense and when she came, her pussy started to squeeze Jason's cock and he started to cum. Pete could feel the spasms against his own cock and it felt wonderful. When it ended, Pete rolled off of the pile and Sharon rolled off her husband, lying on her side. Sandy got between her legs and started to eat her ass licking up the cum that dribbled out. Pete joined Sandy but in the front eating Sharon's pussy licking up the combined juices of Jason and Sharon. Sandy and Pete met in the middle and kissed deeply.

Sandy left a few days later and everyone was there to see her off, Pete was very happy about how things turned out and he continued his visits with the Wolf's, waiting for the day that Sandy would return. He really did like his job and now that he was more familiar with the Wolf's, it seems that they had more work requests than usual and of course they always asked for Pete.



Peter and Veronica



He lit another cigarette and returned his stare to the door. He hadn't smoked for years but it felt right to do so now, as if the sheer act to which he had committed himself removed the need to deny him any of his lesser pleasures. He sipped at the glass of wine that sat next to his chair. It was an expensive bottle, the most expensive one in the off licence he had darted into as the taxi's meter ticked away. It had been bought as a sop to the ideas of sophistication and romance, two concepts that he rapidly understood to be out of place in this seedy hotel room that reverberated with the sound of the jet engines as they ferried their passengers to a myriad of destinations from the airport over the road. It was dark in the room. What little light existed seeped through the windows from the streetlights outside. Every now and then it would brighten suddenly as a car passed by. Long shadows would appear, shoot off round the room and escape into nothingness, leaving him alone in the half light. 

Every now and again he would cock his head as his ears desperately searched for the sound of footsteps in the hall beyond the panelled wood of the door. More often than not the sounds he heard were no more than the product of an expectant imagination that willed them into existence, a process that caused a sudden rush of adrenaline that rapidly diminished with the knowledge that the sounds were no more authentic than the plastic flowers that sat on the bedside table. Occasionally the sounds of actual footsteps penetrated the mounting fog of excitement that clouded his brain. He learned to differentiate them, the soft pad of the trainer that he rapidly discounted, the click of the heel that would cause elation as they approached only for his hopes to crash as the sound passed the door and echoed off down the corridor. Some came with voices, some understandable, others in dialects or accents he struggled to place. Every now and then he would pick up the briefest snatch of a conversation, the American tourists discussing the day out, the business man shouting about his latest deal on what must have been his mobile, a conclusion reached on account of the single set of footsteps that accompanied him.

He looked at his phone, a vain attempt to check that he hadn't somehow missed a reply to his messages. He had sent two so far, both to the number that he had been more successful in deleting from his phone than his memory. The first had been nothing more than the address of the hotel room where he now sat coupled with the days date and the time of eight o'clock, a time that he realised was already in the past. He silently cursed himself for his stupidity and despaired his arrogance. To think that she would simply drop everything and dance to his tune. To imagine that she would be unable to resist his summons, or even unwilling to submit to his desires. He felt foolish and guilty, and for the first time since he had been hit by the insane urge to gouge on his lusts, he thought not of the siren who tempted him north but of the clever, kind, beautiful girl who innocently shared his life and swallowed his lies.

Such torments disappeared with the unmistakable sound of yet another set of footsteps coming down the landing. The sharp clipped sound of the heels echoing off the walls left him with no illusions that the wearer was female, and each step increased the speed of his heartbeat. His mouth hung open in expectation, his held his breath as the footsteps got louder and louder. His body tensed as sound moved to right behind the door in front of him, his eyes stayed glued to the door handle as time stood still. It moved.

He saw it shake as the hand on the other side touched it. He saw it slowly turn towards the floor. The door opened. The light from the hall flooded through the widening crack, momentarily blinding him. He blinked rapidly, desperate not to miss the sight that he had awaited so eagerly, but he could not ignore the sharp pain that came with the piercing light. He closed his eyes and inhaled his cigarette, holding its smoke in his lungs with his eyelids firmly clamped together. She had come, he told himself as he opened them to the vision that awaited. 

A silhouette emerged from the glare. To the sound track of the high heels on the threadbare carpet, the figure moved into the room. It was a shapely form, he could tell that even though it was hidden by a long coat whose hem brushed her knees. It was tied tightly round her waist, allowing it bulge deliciously in all the right places, places that he subjected to a barely concealed leer. Her eyes glimmered in the half light, shining out from the glasses that magnified her inherent femininity. Her fringe framed her mischievous face, those full inviting lips smeared in her dark lipstick, those red cheeks, those seemingly innocent eyes, ringed as they were with black circles of mascara. She watched him impassively as she moved into the room, inspecting his lustful stares with what appeared to be almost a degree of amusement. Her strides were long and confident on the high heels that attached themselves to her feet by way of long black ribbons that snaked up her calves to be crowned by two elaborate bows. 

They would once have been the last thing with which anyone would have associated her. He wondered if that was still the case, or whether it was only for him that the quiet, innocent girl turned into the irresistible femme fatale that moved so erotically before him. His eyes dropped to the her nylon clad shins, frantically indulging himself in his seemingly unfathomable fetish. The dark sheer material contrasted with the black ribbons that snaked round her ankles, a sight that for him was both exotic and erotic. She accepted his gaze eagerly, it empowered her to the point in which she positively revelled in it. Her movements became pronounced, her hips swayed further, she thrust her ample breasts forward with each step. His mouth twisted round his cigarette into a predatory grin as she stopped and turned her body to face him. She returned his stare calmly, her hands rising to the tight belt that held her long coat firmly closed. He exhaled his smoke in one long breath sending it trailing across the room towards her 

'I thought you'd given up,' she purred in that soft Scottish burr that haunted his darkest dreams.

'I did,' he replied, his voice affecting a level calm that sat ill at ease with the goose bumps that covered his skin. 

'And yet...' as her words trailed off she flicked her tongue slowly over her full, red, luscious lips, a gloriously subtle and yet infinitely erotic act.

Seeing his almost dumbstruck reaction, she dropped her eyes from his, pulling her face away with feigned modesty as she tugged the belt with one quick slap of the wrist. It opened slowly, the light cream fabric parting to reveal the black strapless mini dress she had taunted him with before. He watched as the coat fell from her shoulders, exposing the white skin of her neck before slipping down to display the voluptuous body that she had encased in the cobalt black lycra of her dress. It fitted her tightly, effortlessly hugging every curve, every contour. It clung to her breasts like a glove, her erect nipples clearly pronounced pointing through the thin fabric towards him. It clung to the tops of her heavenly thighs, the high hem line high enough to be considered indecent by even the most shameless of whores. It was the kind of dress you would see worn by endless skinny bitches in top shelf magazines or writhing pole dancers as they began their routines but it was made for her. In it she had become sex. She pulled the coat from her shoulders, giving him even more of her heavenly voluptuous body on which to feast his eyes, a sight he devoured with gusto. His cock twitched as he drank in this goddess, this siren, this big, beautiful bitch who had come to embody the very essence of his lust. 

'So,' she said confidently after letting him feast on the sight she had granted him. 'Is it as good as you remembered?'

His lifted his eyes to return her seemingly neutral expression. His stare narrowed as he studied her intently before he slowly dropped his gaze to appraise her ample form. As he took in the sumptuous cleavage and nylon clad thighs that shimmered in the half light, he sucked on his cigarette. His watchful eyes studied every inch of her flesh with barely concealed lust. He exhaled the smoke in one long puff as she stepped back slightly and allowed her bum to rest on the edge of the desk behind her. 

'Better,' he said eventually.

She flashed him that dangerous grin of hers in response before biting her lip tenderly. She raised one foot from the floor and held her leg out in front of her. Leaning forward she ran her fingers down the nylon as she straightened her tights. It was a seemingly unconscious act, one she undertook almost without thinking but it drove him wild with desire. Her hem rode up as she moved, exposing ever more of her thigh. His eyes made out the line at the top of her tights. He heard if called the laughter line once, so called because if you made it that far you were laughing. He wasn't laughing now, this wasn't about laughter. Instead his blood boiled with lust, his loins stirred by the manner in which she teased him.

Suddenly she got up and took several paces towards him. His eyes fixed upon her sumptuous breasts as they swayed in time with her steps. They bulged both above and below her tight neckline, looking like they would spill out at any moment. Between the firm orbs hung a long string of black beads that ended the large silver cross. For a split second he wondered if she had found religion before he discounted the idea as being incompatible with wanton way with which she presented herself. He remained motionless as she moved, even when she lent in as to smother him in her intoxicating scent. His eyes looked over her full dark lips, smothered as they were in her thick lipstick.

She pulled back quickly. Taking the packet of cigarettes that had sat on the small table next to him, she walked back to the desk as she took one out. As she shifted her weight onto the edge, she placed it between her lips and clicked the lighter into flame. It illuminated her face, her wide eyes, her flushed cheeks, before it extinguished itself leaving only the smoking embers at the end of the cigarette which glowed brightly as she inhaled the smoke. It dulled slightly as her long breath came to and end. She lifted it from her mouth, the brown tip now stained black, and returned his infatuated stare with that same mixture of disdain and arousal. It seemed to him that she held the smoke in her lungs for an age, but it was only a few seconds before she exhaled through her pursed lips.

'Feels good, doesn't it?' she enquired with a sly smile.

He nodded in reply, taking another drag of his own rapidly diminishing fag. 

'Doesn't it worry you though, that now you've tasted it again, you be able to stop with just one bite?' It was seemingly innocent question but the way the light of the cigarette flickered in her eyes gave him no doubt as to her meaning.

'Isn't that half the fun?' He answered quickly, flashing her a wry smile as though amused by his own remark.

'For some I guess,' she said thoughtfully, before she placed the cigarette back in her mouth and lent down slightly so that her empty hands could stroke her thighs. It was again effortlessly portrayed as an almost unconscious act but one that could not help but conjure the most depraved images in his mind as he watched transfixed. 

'But what if you couldn't get it?' she asked suddenly, looking up from straightening her tights, her face still radiating with the smug, self satisfied grin he found so alluring. 

His eyes narrowed in confusion, his brow creased as he considered her question. As he thought she placed her foot on the stool next to the desk, allowing her hem to ride even higher, exposing the very top of her thighs. She held his gaze as she repositioned herself, the act itself almost a dare, challenging him to resist looking down. It was a wanton act, that of a brazen hussy, so shameless and yet so free. He tried to keep his eyes on hers, he tried to be good, he failed, and allowed himself he treat of watching her hem ride higher and higher, getting ever closer to the pussy that had become the very definition of sin and want and sex. As he readied himself for the sight about which he dreamed, she swivelled her body slightly, bringing her nylon covered thigh into his vision, depriving him of his treat. Instead he leered at the shimmering material that encased her flesh as it presented himself almost up to her waist. 

'I said what would you do it you couldn't get it,' she repeated eventually, snapping her legs shut as she spoke, a movement that caused her tight dress to roll back down her leg. He reacted slowly, the sudden movement breaking the enchantment under which he sat. For a second he sat disorientated, as if having awoken from a seductive dream. Eventually he looked up and returned her stare, his face hungry and lean. 

'What do you mean?' he replied as his eyes bored into hers.

She smiled, another sexy, dangerous grin. Her leg moved slightly, another deliberate movement designed to intoxicate the arrogant fuck who had lured her here. He fell for the bait immediately, again dropping his eyes to her feminine figure, unable to resist the unique temptation she alone embodied. It empowered her, the way she controlled him, the way in which she could so easily have him eating out of an which ever part of her body she choose to mention. It was exciting, it was exciting in that it excited her, it got her wet. Teasing him, driving him wild, knowing how easy it was, she loved it. 

'You know what I mean,' she replied seriously, forcing his eyes to yank themselves from her legs and return her stare. 'You've waited so long, denying yourself, driving yourself wild, unable to sleep, unable to think, unable to breath without your mind filling with images of the one thing you want more than any other. Then finally when you give in to temptation, into your desires, your lusts, what if you couldn't have it?'

'Why wouldn't I be able to have it?' he answered quickly, his voice calm but containing a hint of power that had so far been absent. He looked at her like a predator, his expression one combining the uncertainty she expected with a resolve that almost scared her. 

'Because I wouldn't let you,' she said softly as she picked up the packet of cigarettes and placed them in the pocket of the coat which sat next to her.

She smiled again, the same dangerous smile she used so effectively against him. She looked at his face, trying to gauge his reaction, unsure as to what she wanted to see. She taunted him, played with him. It didn't matter whether it was true or not, it was the reaction she wanted, his reaction to her. 

He said nothing for a second, his eyes remaining on her as he pondered. Suddenly he got up from the chair, picking up his wine glass as he moved. He swigged from it as he stood, emptying the glass of his liquid before gulping it down and moving towards her, until he stopped close enough for her to feel the alcohol on his breath. The animal prowled, it smelled its prey. She smiled, revelling in the way she played him, in the way she had so easily ensnared him.

It excited her, her power, his strength. As he moved towards her, she lent backwards, resting her body on her hands. As she moved she thrust her large firm breasts forward in such a way as they seemed about to escape from the tight dress. Her hard nipples poked towards him, pushing against the Lycra ringed by the dark flesh. 

'In that case, I'd have to ask as to why you would come so far only to deny me my pleasure?' He looked uncertain but controlled, as he struggled to contain the lust whilst trying to decipher her words. Was she serious or joking? Surely she couldn't be joking? The final question threw him into a panic. He hadn't considered this. The thought she wouldn't come, well that he had prepared himself for, at least to the point where he had discounted it. But this, the thought that she should arrive looking like the sexiest bitch on the planet only to show him what he was going to be missing, the thought that she would simply show him just how sexual, how glorious, how wanton she could be was one he had discounted. He wondered whether she meant it, or whether this was just a way of showing him just what a sexy, powerful, irresistible bitch she really was. 

'Just to see if you were actually going to go through with it for a change,' she answered with a sweet, satisfied smile. 'Just to see that for once you weren't going to leave me high and dry.'

She turned round. He couldn't resist letting his eyes wander down her back, from her soft white neck to the sumptuous buttocks that were clearly visible through the tight, thin fabric. They looked so good, the twin cheeks causing the tight dress to bulge to the point where it looked like the dress would spilt open to reveal it sumptuous contents. 

'It's a long way to come just to see if I got here,' he said softly, as he surveyed her voluptuous form. He licked his lips at the sight of her, unable to restrain his hunger, even as he struggled to comprehend the meaning of her words.

'Not half as far as for you though,' she purred with an air of satisfaction, watching his eyes grope her figure in the reflection of the mirror that faced her. 'So far, so much time and money, and so many, many lies...'

'Why the dress then?' He asked suddenly, having grasped at what he felt was a chink in her armour. 

'Just to see the look on your face,' she replied quickly. 'And let me tell you, it's a fucking picture.'

He raised his eyes quickly to return her stare trough the reflection in the mirror. He looked momentarily confused, unsure what to do or say. She smiled, pleased with herself for reducing him to this state, pleased to feel in control. Suddenly he stepped forward, a short, uncertain step towards her. As he moved he breathed in deeply, filling his nostrils with her fragrance, that sweet mix of the perfume and her nectar. It intoxicated him and he knew he had to have her. 

'So now that you know I'm here,' he said quietly, leaning in so close he felt her hair against his face. 'And now that you've seen my eyes pawing all over your voluptuous body...'

He paused, inhaling again, allowing himself the opportunity to devour even more of her scent, knowing that doing so simply enflamed his passion. She moved her head away from him, a movement that could easily be either an attempt to deny him, or an attempt entice him to shower her neck with his wet kisses.

'What are you going to do next?' As he finished speaking he leant forward, placing his hands on the desk on either side of her body, effectively surrounding her, blocking her escape.

'The next thing I'm going to do is walk out,' she purred, turning her head to look at his hungry leer over her shoulder. 'But that's not the question.'

'Then what is?' He asked calmly, outwardly still betraying no sign of the uncertainty and lust that boiled within him.

'The question, you arrogant fuck, is how are you going to stop me?' She answered loudly, raising her eyebrows in defiance.

'How I'm going to stop you?' He replied, this time allowing himself an air of arrogance, as if he had rejected the idea that she may be here to do something other than submit to his whims. 'Not if?'

'No, not if,' she smiled and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. 'You haven't come all this way to let me just walk out and leave you to spend the night at wanking over the image of me in this dress, have you?'

He said nothing, his eyes returned her stare impassively.

'I thought not,' she smiled again, seemingly so certain as to his response to take it for granted. 'No, you're going to try and stop me, aren't you sugar?'




Peter and Veronica



'You know fucking well I'm going to stop you,' he snapped suddenly. 'And you fucking want me to.'

'Oh, you're sure of that are you?' she span round as she spoke, shooting him a severe look as she came face to face with the man who had taken her virtue. 'Well try me.'

'What do you want me to do, beg?' his voice rose as he spoke giving a hint as to the desperation and uncertainty that gripped him.

'Now that's a thought,' she replied with a giggle. 'You on your hands and knees pleading with me to indulge your filthy little fantasies.'

'I'm not going to beg,' he said dismissively, as if the very notion displeased him. After all he was man and for her femininity was his masculinity. 

'That's a pity baby,' she purred with mock sincerity. 'I quite like the thought of making you grovel. And I bet you would fucking the love the view down there, you dirty fucker.'

They stood looking at each other. His mind was a mess of lust and confusion, hers fully focused on luring him into her trap. The air around them crackled, the desire, the passion, the lust could not be denied, but even so she wove her spell, spinning her web, pulling him further and further into the snare which tightened around him.

'So if you're not going to beg, what are you going to do sugar?' she moved her face closer to his. His eyes studied her full dark lips, her sparkling eyes which shone with an intoxicating mixture of lust, power and sex. 

He studied her closely, still unknowing of her intentions and drunk on lust. The atmosphere electrified around them, her breathing slowed causing her cleavage to rise and fall hypnotically. He felt years of tension, of frustration, of want. He felt hungry and sinful. He would wait no longer.

Suddenly he lent in and forced his open mouth forward. She raised her hands as his lips clamped round hers, his tongue down her wet throat as the words of denial seeped out. She tried to push him away, a weak shove that did little to halt his advancing body. If anything it drew him closer by reinforcing his strength. He had given himself to his lust, to his desire and now it consumed him. She tried to close her legs together but he had already manoeuvred his knee between hers. As his tongue raped her mouth, his right hand groped her large firm breast, pulling it from her tight dress. It spilled out gratefully, the soft flesh falling into his firm grip, his fingers squeezing her erect nipple in a way that caused her to let out a barely audible squeal from the mouth that grappled with his. She pushed him again as her tongue fought with his. Her legs clamped around him, the move releasing the slightest hint of the smell of her sex as it slowly soaked the nylon of her gusset. As it filled his nostrils he felt the last vestige of sanity disappear. He broke off the kiss suddenly, lowering his head to her soft breast and taking her nipple in her mouth. As he moved she remained pinned between him and the wall, her body still balanced on the edge of the desk. Her stiletto clad feet kicked wildly round his body as she maintained the pretence of denial.

'No,' she gasped eventually.' No.'

Deaf to her protests, he sucked on her nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud in a way that caused her to omit a barely disguised murmur of gratitude. His right hand grabbed her hair from behind and jerked her head backwards. The left reached down between her flailing legs, and groped at her crotch. He felt the wetness instantly, the sensation causing him to lift his head and lower his gaze. It glistened when he saw it. The sheer nylon, its dark sheen stretched over that tiny triangle of hair about which he drooled. The dim light hit the moisture and it sparkled. His cock hardened as the damp spot grew. He smelled it, the sweet intoxicating scent of her sex, it grew further. He licked his lips, still the wet patch grew, still the smell intensified, still his cock hardened. 

'No you fucker,' she called out loudly, her voice containing the clear sound of triumph that she could not suppress. 'No you dirty cunt.'

He looked her in the eyes, letting her see the madness to which he had succumbed. He had given himself to it, he had embraced it, and now he revelled in. She had conjured it from within her, this siren, this slut, this goddess. She had driven him to it, had lured him, had teased him. And she loved it, she loved knowing how much he wanted her, loved now how mad she could drive him. She wanted to be conquered and ravished, she wanted to be fucked and used.

'What you going to do? Rape me?' She taunted him quietly, in a way designed not to be heard outside the confines of the room. 'Are you going to rape me, you dirty fucker?'

He grabbed at her crotch, his fingers grasping at the soaking material. She felt his arm stiffen as the fabric tightened round the tops of her thighs before the tension disappeared with the sound of the material ripping. She felt the cold air against her enflamed vagina. He grabbed his belt and pulled it off him in one long motion. His trousers hit the floor with a bump, leaving a bulging pair of boxer shorts which quickly fell away to reveal the hard throbbing cock that stole her virtue. She looked at his erect length as it stood proudly between them. It was his weapon, strong and true. It was magnificent and beautiful, the source of her desires and her needs. It was all that was masculine, and in being do it reminded her of the femininity that seeped from every pore.

'Are you gonna rape me with your big cock,' she taunted again, her feigned protests designed to see how far he'd go, designed to see how badly he wanted her.

She lent back on her hand and pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her other sumptuous breast which feel out to stand magnificently next to the other. She raised her legs, placing them in his hands, forcing her dress up round her waist, leaving her legs naked save for the laddered tights that clung to her skin. 

'Rape me you cunt,' It was more a demand than an objection, but to him it made difference. He was too far gone to care now, he wanted it too much, he needed it too much. He slammed his cock inside her, an act she greeted with a squeal of ecstasy.

'No,' she cried, as her body reacted with encouragement, forcing his dick deeper into her womb. 

'No,' she squealed as he thrust it in again

even deeper.

It was the way she greeted each thrust, somehow managing to maintain control of the lust that consumed her too. It became her victory cry even as she found herself conquered. To have inspired it, to have created it, to have caused it to erupt so spectacularly. This was her gift, this was her skill, this was her art. To have driven a good man bad, to have corrupted him as he corrupted her.

It was senseless and animalistic. It was brutal and rough. It was so out of character and yet so them. Quiet, sensible, dependable her, looking like the sexiest slut in the land, being fucked within an inch of her life by the stud she had seduced and ensnared. Nice, reasonable, thoughtful him slipping away from normality and decency to be driven so crazy by his mistress that he would risk everything to take her. Risking his marriage, his name, even risking his liberty for this beautiful slut.

It was good. It was great. It was so, so, so fucking great. Covered in sweat, breathless, knee trembling, hardcore fucking. The kind she wanted more than any other, the kind he needed. Sex devoid of love or consideration, selfish and arrogant, glorious and thoughtless. They had surrendered to their emotions and needs, they had surrendered to their desires. She pushed her cunt on to his cock, pulling him deeper into her. 

They watched each other as they fucked. His eyes were like steel, bristling with the power and strength of the animal inside him, burning with desire having willingly surrendered to hunger he felt. Hers burnt with jubilation, with ecstasy, with triumph, with sex. Their eyes urged them on as she emitted her yelps and squeals and that chorus of objections. She licked her fingers as he pulled her legs even further apart. She quickly thrust her hand down to her clit and started rubbing it furiously. As he grabbed her legs, ladders shot up and down her tights. Her dress was now more than a elaborate belt around her belly above which her unfettered breasts gyrated in time with his pounding. She got louder as he got deeper, louder and deeper and louder and deeper. She felt his balls bouncing against her arsehole in time with his thrusts. His big cock in her tight pussy, it felt so fucking good. A sexy bitch, an insatiable stud, a wanton tart, an alpha male, a femme fatale, a very bad man. Her cunt tightened, his cock twitched.

'Rape me you cunt, you fucker, you prick,' she was screaming now, screaming and cuming, screaming and cuming. Her pussy tightened around his hard cock, setting off a instant response as she felt it jerk inside her

'You slut, you bitch, you fucking whore,' he replied loudly as the sweat broke upon him. He thrust his cock even deeper, so hard it hurt but she revelled in the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. She came, this vixen, this slut, this minx. She came as the juices flowed from her, she came as he fucked the shit out of her pussy. So fucking good, so fucking good. His cock jerked again. 

'Rape me you cheating bastard,' screaming and cuming, screaming and cuming, spurring him on.

She pushed her cunt on to his cock, pulling him deeper into her. The orgasm hit her harder and harder, so intense, so wet, so carnal, so fucking amazing. And knowing how she had created it, how she had seduced and lured and driven wild, this beautiful beast that ignored her objections, knowing that she alone could drive a man so wild, so mad, so insane, knowing that within her lurked, the sexiest, horniest bitch, it made her cum even more.

The jet of hot spunk shot suddenly into her hungry cunt. It splashed against the walls of her womb, it splashed into her pussy. More and more, as he came, his head thrown back as he rejoiced at the elation he felt at the act to which he had so long denied himself. Every word, every letter, every text, every e-mail, foreplay, foreplay for this act. He knew she had trapped him, had poisoned him, had seduced him, but that made him want her even more. His dirty little secret, his uber-vixen, his wanton mistress. He pumped his hot sperm into this filthiest of muses and he revelled in his gall, his audacity. She was his prize. He came as she came, came like never before, harder, stronger, longer, just as he had fucked her... 

Eventually their thrusting, sweating panting bodies came to an halt. They looked at each other, two red, panting faces, exchanging almost curious stares. He took a few step backwards, as if the realisation of what had happened had finally hit him. He had lost control. He had literally lost control of his senses, of his emotions, of his body. She had said no and yet he had taken her, she had pushed him away and yet he had overpowered her. In those few moments he forgot how she had spurred him on with her body, how she had revelled in the act, how her objection had been no more than this big beautiful bitches battle cry.

She got up slowly, her legs trembling slightly as she stood on those high heels. She looked at him strangely, as if in shock over what had just happened. Her eyes slowly looked down, seeing the tights that were now more holes than nylon, seeing her naked breasts as if for the first time. His eyes followed hers in looking at the silver cross that hung between her pink orbs as if a sign as to the guilt he thought he should be facing. His mind began to fill with panic, surely he couldn't have and yet he had been driven mad by his lusts.

She raised her hands slowly, pushing them back behind her. The dress fell suddenly, leaving her naked but for the ripped tights and the heels that still remained tied to her shins. She took the two steps towards him and looked him right in the eye, her expression silent and unforgiving. He returned her stare for what felt like an eternity, wishing her to say something, to say anything, unable to see past the worse case scenario. 

The slap came unexpectedly. Hitting his left cheek, leaving a painful sting and the echo of the limp contact.

'That's for ignoring my objections,' she said forcefully. 'And so this.' 

As her face changed into a smile, she lowered herself, maintaining eye contact as she sank to her knees. She opened her mouth and licked her dark lips, leaving the hint of the lipstick on her tongue. It flicked out towards his tender shaft and caressed the tip with the a whisper of a contact. It felt so good, the touch of her tongue on his dick that remained smothered in her juices. As she pulled it away a thread of glistening liquid came with it, stretching to bridge the gap between her mouth and the large flaccid cock that hung from his crotch. Her tongue brought the fluid to her top lip and left a silver trail as she ran it from one side to the other before her mouth opened to envelope the bulbous member. He felt it begin to harden as his ears filled with the slurping and squelching she emitted as she hungrily sucked his cock, lubricated as it was with their nectar. Her fingers stroked the balls that hung down like over ripe fruit whilst others nudged his anus. He got harder and harder as he felt the strength and the lust within him. He watched his prize, his corruption, as she watched him. He fanned out his fingers and pushed them into the fields of her hair. He gripped tightly and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth, before he pushed her away, just far enough for his once again erect member to spring up forcefully and interrupt them.

She pulled back further, bending her body with feline grace, arching her back as her head tipped back. She rolled side ways and came to stop with her still nylon buttocks arse pointed up towards him. She pushed herself up with her hands, first that firm bum. His eyes accepted the sight hungrily, loving the way it had been framed by the dark sheer nylon, loving its pertness and its wobble. She lent forward and placed her arms out on the table, pushing her pussy towards him on the pivot of her heels.

'And now I will give you what you've already taken,' she cried joyously as she watched his reflection in the mirror.

He stepped forward hurriedly, his body being led by the throbbing cock that sought to worship this goddess through the only form of ritual it knew. This time there were no words of protest as it slammed into her slippery hole, lubricated as it was by their juices. In fact she encouraged him, spurring in on as he thrust into her, his hands on her breasts and her clit, his tongue on her neck...

It set the scene for the night, fucking and sucking and spanking and licking. Hard and rough, physical and passionate, driven by animal lusts. She lost count of the times she felt his cum erupt in her mouth or in her pussy, and he lost track of the time he spent with his head between her legs or his fingers in her anus. They spoke little for they needed only their bodies to express themselves. By the morning they were tired and aching. He dressed as she replaced the long coat that covered the definition of sin and temptation that was her body. Wordlessly they left the room and walked to the car park where they set off on the short journey to the airport. She decided not to drop him in front of the terminals and incurred the costs of a ticket in order to take the car into the furthest corner of the multi-storey. There they embraced against the side of the corner, and as their bodies felt each others warmth, they couldn't resist the urge to indulge themselves of one last tryst, fully clothed against the passenger side door. It was quick but fitting, leaving them both parting with juices dripping. No words were said as they went their separate ways.