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Smokin!

By: mojoworkin



Lately, my wife and I had been really horny. I had picked up some XXX videos and we spent a few nights watching them in bed, with each night ending in some pretty wild sexual escapades. Our sex life has always been great. We are both uninhibited and our lovemaking sessions rarely score below an eight on a scale of one to ten. What can I say? We love each other wholeheartedly and we lust for each other to the same degree. She is incredibly sexy. Men of all ages constantly hit on her, which is fine by me. 

Rose is 27 years old, stands five feet three inches and weighs a well-proportioned 120 pounds. She has beautiful porcelain skin, smooth all over and a terrific world-class ass. She measures out at a curvaceous 34-23-36 and has a naturally sexy appearance; from her beautiful sultry brown eyes to her soft sensuous moderately full lips, which I love to see wrapped around my dick. I’m 41 and carry 200 pounds on my 6’2” frame. My hair is black and curly with a touch of gray. We are both attractive and make a good-looking couple. 

Although we have both been faithful in our five years together, we have talked about a variety of fantasies and engage in a wide range of sexual activities with each other. I travel a lot, so when I come in on the weekends, we like to go out. Typically, we like to do things on the spur of the moment, whether it be eating out at a restaurant or dropping in on some live music. To be honest, we have fun doing anything together, which doesn’t happen to often, given our children’s demands of our time.

One Friday night I was flying in from LA about 7:30. I had been gone for a longer than normal 10 day period. Both of us were looking forward to spending some time together in the privacy of our own bedroom. As I waited outside the terminal for my family to arrive, I thought about the time we would spend alone tonight, after the kids went to sleep. Would it be a soft, slow romantic interlude or a wild and crazy sex-starved affair? Knowing us both very well, I knew already that it would be the latter and I couldn’t wait. I can’t tell you what a great feeling it is to love and lust for someone so much and for it to be reciprocated. 

My wife honked the horn and pulled me from my thoughts. I loaded my luggage in the hatch of our SUV and jumped in the front seat. Immediately we embraced and kissed deeply for a few seconds. “Mmmmm. I guess you really missed me.”, she said.

“You know it! Hey, where are the kids?”

“I gotta babysitter.”

“You’re kidding? What time do we have to be back?”

“She said she’d stay as late as 3am.”

“Holy shit! You are unbelievable!”

“Honey, I just gotta get away from the kids for awhile. I want to get crazy with you tonight.”

“Baby, you know I have no problem with that! Where are we going?”

“I don’t know yet. Are you hungry or did you eat already?”

“I ate a snack at the airport in LA. How about you?”

“I had dinner with the kids earlier.”

“Well, let’s go find a club or something, then.”

“Okay.”

We headed downtown and talked about different things. She looked totally hot, as usual. She had on a black skirt about mid thigh and a white button up men’s style shirt. I could see her lacy bra beneath the thin material. To top it off, she was wearing a pair of sexy black open-toed heels that had “fuck me” written all over them. Her shirt was buttoned just barely above the front clasp of her bra and I was getting a hard on as we spoke. She could tell I was checking her out and loving every minute of it.

“Don’t get any ideas handsome. You’ll get all the pussy you want before the night is over. So keep your hands to yourself.” Of course, she tells me this as she is reapplying slut red lipstick to accentuate her sexy mouth at a traffic light. I wasn’t gonna argue with her. I knew there would be some great sex tonight.

We went to a little bar and had a few drinks and listened to some poor excuse of a musician. With a little buzz going we decided to leave, when we smelled the wonderful aroma of a fine cannabis. I looked over my shoulder and noticed two guys and one girl that had just walked in. It was obvious that they had just smoked a joint or two as the gust of cold winter wind that rushed in with them carried the unmistakable scent. I looked at Rose and she looked at me, knowing what I was thinking. “Rose, I’m gonna go and ask them if we can buy a joint off of them.”

“Cool. I’ll order a couple of more drinks.”

I approached the trio. One dude was about my height but about fifty pounds heavier, with a thick build and biceps as big as my thighs. He looked to be in his mid forties, ruggedly handsome, with a black bandana wrapped over his head and his gray unruly hair falling out from underneath the doo-rag. He had on a white long-sleeve t-shirt and a black leather vest. My guess was that he had a Harley sitting outside. The other guy was tall and lean, about six-four, he was with the girl. She was one fine piece of ass, built like a brick shit house. Her hair was straight, dark and black. Her eyes were an intense blue and she had on biker boots and jeans like her two friends.

“Excuse me.” 

The big guy turned and looked at me as his friend was ordering their drinks at the bar.

“Hey, what can I do for you?”

“Listen, my wife and I were sitting over there when you guys came in and could not help but notice the very appealing scent that accompanied you through the door. I wonder if you would be kind enough to sell us a joint?”

“I don’t know you from Adam, pal. How do I know you’re not a cop?”

“I guess you don’t, but do you think a cop would hit you up for one joint.”

“I don’t know man. I don’t have anything with me anyway.”

“All right. No problem. Listen, I didn’t mean to bother you. You guys have a good time, thanks anyway.”

As I turned away, I heard him say, “Hey dude, where’s your wife?”

I turned back to him and pointed in her direction, “Right there in that booth.”

“I don’t see anyone.”

I turned and looked and he was right. She wasn’t there. “She must be in the restroom. There she comes.” I pointed at her as she was walking back to our booth and we both watched her as she took a seat. I am sure he was looking at the same thing I was when she sat down. Her skirt came open and gave a quick glimpse of her crotch as she scooted in the booth. 

“Hey, my man. You have one fine looking bride.”

“Thanks.”

“Look dude, I didn’t mean to come off as an asshole. I tell you what. I don’t live but about five miles from here. Let me and my friends have a few drinks and if you guys are still here when we are ready to leave, you can follow us home and we’ll fix you up.”

“Cool.” I shook his hand and walked back to the booth and sat down next to Rose.

I told her what happened and we just started talking about other things, deciding to leave after we finished our drinks.

Just as we were about to leave, the guy I had been talking to and his friends approached our table. “Hey man, do you guys still want some weed?”

“Hell yeah!” I felt for the first time a little intoxicated as the tone of my voice caught my attention. I knew Rose was getting drunk. We were talking pretty dirty right before they walked up. She and I were both horny and a little smoke would be the perfect prelude to one of our wild sexual romps to end the night. 

He introduced himself as Hud, yeah, just like the Paul Newman character. His friends were named Jason and Chrissie. Hud pulled up a chair and the other two sat across from us. We talked for a while then Rose got up to go to the restroom. Hud made no attempt to hide his fixation on her ass as she walked to the restroom.

I wanted to break his stare. “Hey, so you guys about ready?”

“Not yet man. We need at least three shots before we leave. If you want to get some smoke, then you and your lady will have to toast the night with us.”

Well, I knew I wouldn’t have a problem, but Rose was already pretty buzzed and I knew if she drank three shots of tequila, that was it man. She would be staggering drunk. When she gets that way, she’ll say anything and of course, she gets hornier and hornier as the drinks go down. I was thinking that maybe it wasn’t a good idea when she came back to the table. I scooted in the booth further to allow her in. Now, she was sitting where I had been, next to Hud.

We downed the first round and then the second. Rose was getting looped as we all were. We all started getting boisterous and began to raise a little hell. The third round came and Hud proposed a toast to the “hottest little bitch in the house”, you know who that was. He was totally consumed with her. At first she was playing it off, but by the third shot she was fairly oblivious to anything except for the tingling in her pussy that intensifies the more she drinks. He didn’t say anything derogatory, however he made it clear through his body language that he would give anything to fuck her. In fact, he was all but ignoring me, now. I’m sure he was wishing I weren’t there.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here and go smoke out!” Hud said as he slammed his empty beer down on the table. His friends didn’t even notice. They were making out, wrapped in each other’s arms and Jason had his hands all over Chrissie’s tits. I looked at Rose and she was very glassy eyed and a little disoriented, but she had no problem believing that she was in complete control of her faculties. I saw the way she was watching the amorous couple across from us and I knew she was getting really turned on. I had a bad feeling, so I just figured that we would act like we were going to follow them and then ditch them the first chance we got.

As we all stumbled outside, I asked Hud what they were driving and he pointed to a couple of bikes. I knew he drove a Harley. “Dude, just follow me.” 

Suddenly, Rose let go of my hand and exclaimed, “I want to ride!” Oh shit, this isn’t good. I tried to convince her otherwise, but as with any strong willed drunk, I knew I would lose this battle.

“Hey man, don’t worry. I just live a few lights from here. She’ll be fine.”

“Fuck!” I got behind them as quick as I could on the road, but they were off and running. My heart started racing and I was cussing myself. What the fuck was going on? Then I saw a bike coming my direction and I could see Hud with a big smile on his face and my sweet little angel behind him with her skirt flying almost straight up. He did a u-turn in front of me and waved me on. We arrived at his house a short time later and I was so relieved to hold my baby in my arms again. She was all excited and jumping up and down, hugging me and telling me how great it was. Her adrenaline was pounding through her veins as we followed the others into the house. I started to calm down a little as we all took a seat in the den. Rose and I sat on a big chair together; she on my lap and the other three sat on an adjacent couch. 

We passed a couple of joints and drank a beer, shooting the shit and I have to admit everyone was having a good time. Even though, Hud couldn’t take his eyes off of Rose, I was all right with it. She’s fine and couldn’t blame him. Besides, I was feeling no pain and my dick was hard in its place, which was right between the crack of her ass. 

Jason and Chrissie couldn’t keep their hands off each other and finally got up and went into a bedroom down the hall. Rose was grinding her ass into my dick and I was ready to start fucking. So, I asked her if she was ready to go. She said she was.

Then, from the bedroom, we could all hear Chrissie getting the shit fucked out of her. She was bellowing like a stuck pig. Jason was ramming the shit out of her and the distinct sound of his hand slapping her ass filled the whole house.

“Goddam! Those two are getting after it!” Hud said.

“Their crazy as shit. Let’s go watch them fuck.” With that he got up and walked down the hall. “C’mon!” He yelled back at us. Rose turned to me and had this wild look of excitement in her eyes and starting kissing me.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go see what their doing.”

“I’m game.”

We walked in the room holding hands to find Chrissie with her hands gripping the headboard. She was positioned doggie-style and Jason was fucking her for all he was worth. She was hollering at the top of her lungs. Hud was sitting in a chair across the room from where we were standing. He was removing his boots. Neither Jason or Chrissie had any idea that we were in the room, but something told me that even if they did, they wouldn’t have cared. Both Rose and I were to engrossed in what we were watching to notice that Hud had taken off all of his clothes until he walked over to the bed and stood beside his friends with his dick in his hand. His dick was thick and hard. It was average in length but I swear, thick as a beer can. However, he wasn’t looking at his friends, but straight at my wife. I don’t know what she was looking at, because she had moved In front of me and was grinding her ass into my crotch. 

Suddenly, Chrissie’s screaming got louder and she started yelling out. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! You motherfucker!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!” Jason unloaded his cum in her pussy as he lunged forward and held her hips in his hands reaching the deepest confines of her womb. He just held her tight savoring his orgasm. This lasted a few moments and the three of us just stood mesmerized by the purely sexual vision before our eyes. Chrissie removed her hands from the headboard and turned her head toward us.

“Your turn. See if you can beat that performance. Nobody fucks like my old man.”

Hud barked out from beside the bed, “C’mon goddamit! Let’s see something!”

Rose was still unconsciously grinding her ass into my crotch and I couldn’t see her face. On one hand, I wanted to show the bitch on the bed what heights my wife and I can reach when we put our minds to it, but on the other I was somewhat scared of the situation. Rose’s hands were holding me on the outside of my thighs, clasped to them with a vise like grip, her ass still slowly gyrating against me. Chrissie got up from the bed and walked over toward us. What a fucking sight she was. Her coal black hair was strewn over her breasts, still heaving from what she had just been through. My breathing was getting heavier, too, as was my wife’s. She walked over to Rose and stood before her looking at her with a serious, no bullshit, wanton look of lust. 

“Listen sweetheart, I am just getting started here. Now, either you get your sweet ass in gear or……”

“All right, all right.” I said. “Go sit back down and we’ll give you a fucking show that you’ll never forget.”

As she took her place on the bed, about five feet directly in front of us, Hud stood his ground right where he had been slowly stroking his cock. Jason was still sprawled on the bed, looking as if he had passed out. 

As these two watched us, I whispered in Rose’s ear, “Let’s show them how to fuck baby!” I moved to her neck and started kissing and nibbling from one side to the other. I lifted her hair and started kissing the back of her neck, which totally turns her on. Her hands rose up and took the back of my head as she started running her fingers through my hair. I moved my hands over her breast and gently started squeezing them through her sheer shirt and bra. She began moaning and moving her ass against me with more force.

I ripped open her blouse, popping all the buttons off and she moaned loudly. Quickly, I unclasped her bra and pulled it apart revealing her tits and rock hard nipples. I looked over at Chrissie, as I tugged on Rose’s nipples and she was fingering herself. “That’s it man, pull on those nipples!” I reached down and pulled down the rear zipper of her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and I simultaneously pulled what was left of her shirt and bra from her shoulders through her arms. There she was, standing in just her black fuck me pumps for everyone to see. No panties tonight, that was her surprise for me that our new friends were enjoying as well. I pulled my shirt over my head and slipped my shoes off. Rose turned to me and kissed me deeply. She stopped me from removing my belt and pulled me close to her, whispering in my ear, “I want them to watch me do this.”

With that she turned me to the side and began unbuckling my belt, pulling it through the loops and throwing it on the floor. Then she got on her knees facing me giving them both a clear view. She rubbed my dick through my pants and moaned softly as she looked at Chrissie. Chrissie was sucking on her own juice-laden fingers that she had been cramming up her pussy. As she worked the zipper down and dropped my pants, I noticed that her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. She quickly pulled my underwear down to my ankles and my cock sprung out. As I stepped out of my clothes she began sucking my dick in long loving strokes, slurping loudly and moaning against my cock. God, it felt so good! I looked up and saw Hud walking over closer to where Chrissie was sitting entranced by my wife’s beautiful ass. I could tell that is what he liked, and wanted. He was an ass man just like me. 

She started slurping and moaning louder, sucking faster and stronger and all it did was make my dick harder. I wanted to fuck her and I didn’t want to wait! I told Hud to get Jason off the bed and to sit on the other side because we were coming over. Rose gave me a few more good sucks and we both walked over to the bed. I grabbed her by the waist and through her on the bed. She likes it when I get rough and I was in no mood to fuck around. I got on the bed and pinned her against the headboard, putting her in the same position Chrissie had been earlier. She took hold of the rails on the headboard and I slammed into her, grabbing a fistful of her hair with my left hand and placing my right hand on her ass pulling up her cheeks so I could look at her asshole as I fucked her.

Instantly, I started fucking her hard and she started meeting my thrusts wildly, bucking, screaming and cussing just the way I like her. “C’mon baby! Yeah! Fuck the shit out of me! Show this bitch how to fuck a woman! That’s it! That’s right! Make me come, baby! C’mon bastard! You can do better……Oooooooh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah! Oooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooooh……AUGH!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, oh yes!!!! I’m cumming for you!!!!”

Her pussy juice was flowing down her thighs and I removed my hand from her ass and wiped her cream up from her thighs, lubricating my fingers. As she was recuperating I flipped her over roughly and put her on her back, taking her legs and putting them over my shoulders. Her arms were out to the side as I started pounding her again. My hands were placed firmly on her ass. I moved my fingers on my right hand to her asshole and quickly penetrated her with one finger as I continued to fuck her. Chrissie got close to her face and started talking shit to her. “Your getting fucked good, aren’t you baby? My pussy is so wet watching you!” Hud moved over to the other side and started roughly feeling her breasts. He joined in the trash talking.

“I knew you were a hot little bitch……you little slut! I want to see more of your ass before the night is over!” He moved down and started wildly sucking and biting her nipples while I was fucking her as hard as I could and Chrissie started to try and lick her clit as I was pounding her. Rose let out a scream as Chrissie’s tongue made slight contact with her clit. Her eyes rolled and her mouth opened in a wide circle as she started trembling with another orgasm. She was screaming but a silent wail of total release.

“You want to see more of her sweet ass, Hud?!!!! Let me show you how I like to start it out.”

I whipped her back over and pulled her luscious ass cheeks apart. She started screaming, “No! I can’t take it! Please! Let me recover…..” Chrissie had her face down where mine was and I dove in to her ass with my tongue, licking all around it and lapping up the pussy juice that coated not just her asshole but her crack and cheeks as well. Chrissie lifted my head up and started licking furiously. She was alternating between her asshole and her swollen wet pussy. She was lapping her like a fucking dog! Rose was moaning loudly with her face buried in the bed. I got up and picked her head up and sat down under her so she could suck my dick. This caused her to rise off the bed into doggie. Hud got behind her and stated fingering her pussy, while Chrissie continued to eat her ass. 


Smokin'



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She couldn't believe it. She still couldn't believe it was happening even though she was sitting bound to the chair with him standing before her. She wanted him, but she would let him fulfill his fantasy this time.

When she arrived at the room, she knocked at the door. He answered it immediately and stepped aside, ushering her into the room. Once inside, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, their tongues dancing with each other. Their hands roamed over one another's bodies, exploring fully for the first time.

She traced her hand softly over his jaw, her fingers featherlike against his skin. As their kiss ignited their passions, she began to clutch at him. Her hands moving over his arms and back. She pulled him into her, wanting to feel his body against hers.

Backing him gently to the bed she told him in a soft voice, "Sit, baby." Slowly she backed away from him, her eyes locked with his. Stopping a few feet away from him, she reached down to take hold of the edge of her shirt. Pulling it slowly over her head, her hair fell softly around her shoulders

Next she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. Moving her hands to her hips, she pushed the jeans down her legs until she could step out of them. With her foot, she gently kicked them away from her body.

Standing before him now in a black and purple lace bra and black lace panties, she watched him. Her eyes never leaving his face as he watched every move she made. Smiling at him, she reached back behind her back to unhook her bra. Sliding the straps down over her shoulders and down her arms, she let the bra drop to the floor. The cool air caused her nipples to harden.

Next she slid the black panties down, just barely exposing the top of her dark mat. Looking at him, she smiled, and then ran her tongue over her lips, before sliding the panties the rest of the way down her legs. She then kicked them aside to join her other clothes.

As she watched his, his hand slid down the front of his jeans and he began caressing himself. She crossed the room to stand in front of him, reaching down to touch his face. She caressed his face softly, and then let her hand drop to the underside of his chin. Tipping his face up toward her, she bent slightly and kissed his lips.

As the kissed ended, he stood up. Reaching out, she lifted his shirt over his head, as her head leaned in to kiss the center of his chest. Her tongue slid out and she tasted his skin. Her silky tongue slid over him to his nipple, which she quickly sucked into her mouth. Her hands sliding like liquid over his shoulders, down his back until they finally rested on his hips. Soon he felt them at the front of his jeans, working at his zipper. Carefully she slid the zipper down over his already hardening cock.

Sliding the jeans down over his hips, her tongue sliding down over his chest to his stomach, caressing him. As his jeans slid to the floor around his feet, she knelt in front of him. Silky soft hands sliding up and down the calves of his legs. He felt her warm breath just before her tongue flicked across the head of his cock. A soft moan coming from him as he waited for her next move.

Her mouth opened just enough to take him in. Moving him in and out of her moist mouth, she felt him getting harder with each stroke. With a few more strokes of her lips and mouth around his cock, she stopped. "Not yet, baby," she whispered, looking up at him.

Getting to her feet, she backed him to the bed once again. Before stepping away from him again, she brushed her lips against his, her tongue darting out to run along his lower lip.

Watching intently, he watched as she slid her hands up to cup her full tits. Pushing them together, she squeezed and kneaded them until the nipples hardened. Her right hand then slid up over her tit toward her mouth. She inserted her middle finger in her mouth, wetting it. Then she slid it down over her body, down her stomach and finally across the dark, triangular patch of hair that covered her pussy.

Sliding her hand down, she shifted her feet slightly, opening her legs. Slipping her finger into the dark mat of pussy hair, she moved it back and forth over her clit as she watched his face.

He wanted to be the one touching her and he knew that he soon would be. But first, he would tease her just as she was teasing him. Rising off the bed, he came to her and gathered her in his arms. Kissing her hard on the mouth as his cock throbbed against her stomach.

Before she arrived, he had set a straight-backed chair in the corner of the room. Now, he took hold of her hand and led her to the chair. "Sit," he told her gently.

She waited patiently as he bound her feet to the legs of the chair. Legs parted, the inside of her cunt exposed slightly, the pink inside glistening wetly.

Moving behind her, he bound her hands. Pulling her hands down behind the chair, he tied the other end of the rope to the rung under the chair. Her body was arched now; her tits jutting upward. Once he finished binding her to the chair, he stepped back and surveyed at his handiwork. She wasn't able to move. Knowing this, he reached out and tweaked her nipple, causing a gasp from her.

Stepping around behind the chair, his hands touched her shoulders and slid gently down the front of her body. His body bent slightly and his hands reached down to cup her tits. The slight warmth of his breath against her neck, seconds before his lips touched her. His lips lingered at the point between her neck and shoulder, where he knew she was most sensitive.

Pulling her long, dark hair to one side, his tongue tracing lines from the top of her neck down to her shoulders. Her body quivered in anticipation as his tongue caressed her. His hands slid down over her stomach. Slipping his hand between her legs, he caressed her pussy.

Turning her head slightly, she kissed his neck and cheek as he explored her. Caressing her clitoris with his fingers, then gently slipping a finger into her cunt, burying it. Her breath coming in excited little hitches now. When he felt her cum, he withdrew his finger from her wetness and placed it on her lips. She took the finger in her mouth sucking at it.

He moved around in front of her, running his hand down over her body again. Stepping between her parted legs, he knelt down between them. He parted the lips of her pussy with his hands, revealing move of her moist, hot cunt. Running his thumb over her clit a few times feeling it harden, and begin to blossom out of her folds.

She watched in anticipation as his head dipped down between her thighs. As his hands spread her, his tongue passed over her clit, a low moan building in her throat. Suddenly, he sucked hard on her, running his tongue back and forth over her gorged clit. Shivering in pleasure, she tried to arch into his face. 

Wrapping his hands around her ass, he buried his face in the warmth of her cunt. Her warm cum coating his lips and tongue; she tried to push her hot cunt closer to the source of her pleasure. "Please, baby," she begged in a whisper.

Reaching down, he began undoing the leather throngs that bound her feet to the chair. Leaving her hands bound he stood up in front of her. His magnificent cock jutting proudly in front of him, he moved to the right of her chair. 

He suddenly reached out and savagely grasped her hair, jerking her head back. His other hand was now wrapped around his cock. Leaning in over her until his cock was touching her lips. He ran the head of his cock over her lips as her tongue darted over it. He began stroking himself over her mouth. When he would get close enough, her tongue would touch the head of his cock, causing it to jump. As his stroking increased, she begged him, "Please, baby. Let me taste you."

He loosened his grip on her hair just enough for her to turn her head toward him. With her mouth now even with his jutting cock, he slipped it into her warm, inviting mouth. As her lips tightened around him, his hand gripped her hair once again before loosening to slip through her hair to the back of her head.

His hips moved back and forth as his cock slid in and out of her eager, waiting mouth. His hand suddenly pulled her head toward him as he thrust his hips into her. With his cock buried deep in her throat, she gagged slightly and he backed out to keep from choking her. He released his hold on her head and hair.

Backing away a few steps, he began to stroke himself again. As she watched, she saw the first glistening drops of pre-cum forming on the head of his cock. Licking her lips, she met his eyes and whispered, "Please?"

He moved in toward her again, gently taking her head and placing his cock against her waiting lips. Her tongue darted over him, licking the pre-cum from him. Once she had cleaned the nectar from him, he backed away from her once more. This time, he moved around in front of her. His hand slid smoothly back and forth over his cock, bringing him to a climax. Stepping in between her legs, his head dropping down to watch her face as his cum shot over her chin, tits and stomach. 

"Noooooooooo," she whined wistfully, her body twisting and writhing in the chair. She had wanted to feel him inside her so bad. 

As his stroking slowed and he finished spurting his cum over her body, he looked down at the glistening wetness that covered her front. "Don't worry, baby. We're not through here," he whispered softly. As his cock slowly deflated, he walked around behind her chair and began untying her hands. She rubbed at her wrists, getting the circulation going again.

He reached down to take her by the hand. Helping her to stand, he led her to the queen-sized bed where they lay across the bed, resting for a few moments. She knew he needed to rest to rebuild his strength. She caressed him, feeling the lines and curves of his body. She touched every part of his body, her hands silky against his skin.

He rolled over onto his side, facing her and pulled her close to him. Her head rested against the hollow of his shoulder; his head resting gently atop of hers. Their hands began to explore again. The urgency was gone this time. This time would be slow and easy. They would take their time and make this last.

They rested for a while, just caressing and holding each other, planting tender kisses on one another. Their passions soon began to ignite again. His warm lips moved over her face, kissing her forehead, her eyes and her cheeks. Then his lips found her neck and began kissing the area between her neck and shoulders. Shivers of anticipation ran over her, as his lips moved over her.

His hands found her soft, full tits. Caressing her for a few seconds, then suddenly he squeezed them hard as he began sucking at the hollow between her shoulder and neck. Hearing the sharp intake of her breath, he thought to himself, "Good! I don't want her to know what I'll do next."

She loved this; not knowing what move he would make next. The suspense was what kept her riding high. She craved this kind of sexual attention.

Pinching her nipples, he heard the soft moan of her pleasure. Losing himself in the sound, he soon returned when he tasted the blood in his mouth. He licked the side of her neck, cleaning the area where he had been sucking at her.

Sliding his body lower, he began to lick first one of her tits and then the other. Hands sliding slowly down over her stomach as his index finger dipped into her belly-button, then back out to continue down. He lay his hand flat over her pussy, allowing his palm to slide up and down over the thick, dark patch of curls between her thighs. The hair was still damp against his palm; her musky smell filling his senses.

Shifting his body around, he got between her outstretched legs. Taking one of the pillows from the bed, he placed it under her ass, then gently bent her legs. Lying on his stomach, he positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping his arms around her legs, and then over the top of them, his fingers gently spreading the lips of her pussy. His tongue venturing out and slipping into the folds, then running along the inner edges of her lips. Working his way to the top of her lips, he let his tongue trail down over her clit, searching for the hard, small bud. Once he had it between his teeth, he nipped it playfully, feeling the insides of her thighs quiver against his shoulders.

Bringing one of his hands back under her leg, he probed her wet slit and then slipped his finger deep into her. Still sucking at her clit, he began pumping his finger in and out of her. Feeling the muscles inside her clenching and unclenching, he knew it wouldn't be long before she came. Sucking harder at her, he suddenly pulled his finger from her and then quickly lowered his face. His tongue darted into her hot slit, tasting the sweet flood of her cum . She was like a river, flowing over his tongue. He lapped at her as her back arched and low moans of pleasure filled the air around them.

Feeling himself hardening again, he slid his body up to cover hers. His semi-hard cock showing signs of coming back to life once again. Holding her against him, he let his passion rise up once again. Feeling her hand reach between them, as she began sliding it slowly up and down his shaft. "Get me hard again, baby," he whispered in her ear.

Gently pushing him off of her, and making sure he was comfortable on the bed, she got onto her knees. Taking the pillows from the bed, she propped them under his head so he could watch her. Then she positioned herself between his legs. Her head dropped slowly toward his cock as he lay back to watch. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, stopping under the bottom, in the tender, sensitive spot directly behind the head. Her tongue flicked at this spot until he thought he could stand no more. Then her lips surrounded him, as her dark eyes looked up at him. She felt him growing larger and harder as her lips worked at him. Her mouth began filling with his engorged cock. As she moved slowly up and down on him, she took more and more of him into her mouth and throat. 

Finally she dropped completely down on him, her lips touching the very base of his cock, against his groin. He thought he was going to explode right then, but he held back. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair and jerked her head up off of him. "On your knees! Now!" he commanded her.

She turned away from him, still on all fours, her ass in the air, looking back over her shoulder at him. Looking into her dark eyes, he saw the lust for him just barely hidden beneath the surface. Raising up on his knees, he placed his hand in the center of her back. Gently, but firmly he pushed down until the upper part of her body was against the bed, and her ass was in the air in front of him. Grasping her hips, he positioned himself between her thighs and guided his cock toward her. He leaned forward into her, letting it slip between the lips of her silken pussy. He let it slide back and forth slowly over her clit a few times, teasing her. He felt the hard bud of her clit pressing along the top of his cock as he leaned back and let it slide up over her until the head was directly over the opening of her cunt. Wetting it with her juices, he suddenly thrust himself into her, burying all of himself inside her.

Grabbing her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, he began to pump in and out her tight, hot cunt. Coming almost completely out of her, before thrusting back into her again.

"Harder, baby!" she cried, as she thrust her ass back into him. His balls slapped against her ass as his speed increased.

Seconds before he came, he grabbed her hair and jerked her head back and buried himself in her. Feeling his load beginning to boil up into the shaft of his cock, then explode into her spasming, hot cunt. Her wetness flowing over him and mingling with his.

With his free hand, he slapped her ass, just as the muscles inside her clenched his cock. milking him. Her hands clawed at the spread of the bed beneath them. As her spasming slowed, his spent cock deflated and finally slipped out of her.

She flattened her body against the bed, as their ragged breathing began to slow. He lay down beside her, slipping his arm around her and pulling her body in close to his. Curling onto her side, she snuggled in next to him, their bodies fitting together like two spoons. He planted small kisses over her back and neck until they fell into an exhausted, but satisfied sleep.

3-13-2000



Smokin' Aces - Assassins Ball



Finbar McTeague (a.k.a. "The Surgeon") noticed he had gotten to the Jazz bar around the middle of the crew. The Crew being the other Assassins in America. The assassins he had grown up with, fought against and won with. He had heard there would be a few legends showing up tonight, but didn't count on it, the price was only a mediocre amount. 

Lazlo Soot was already there, once again wearing the face of another man, he guessed one of the agents sent to protect the target by the way he kept touching his ear and speaking without moving his lips. He was sitting at a small table in the middle of the room, an odd choice Teague thought, but respected the man too much just to shoot him straight out. Maybe, he thought, he could just let Soot lead him straight to the three-million, kill him then. 

Smiling at the idea he looked around for more. Teague was also surprised the Tremors weren't here yet, but knew they liked to make an explosive entry. The deadline for the assassination was at three o'clock AM, if they did turn up today, it would be with only seconds to spare. 

The defense for the target didn't seem too troublesome; he had seen the snipers on the rooftop opposite of the jazz club, but to them Teague was just a suit looking for a few whiskies before bed. Also he was able to discern guns on the thighs, ankles and backs of every waiter and waitress. Sighing he sipped his drink, enjoying the music. It was going to come down to who had more bullets. 

A woman was suddenly on the barstool beside him. Goddammit, how the hell had she snuck up on him? When he used his peripheral vision and saw the small red dress she was wearing he felt his heart speed up in a way a warm gun never had. Her South American accent as she flirted with the bartender had his cock twitching.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked smoothly.

"Depends on what you're offering..." the woman began but before Teague even knew what he was doing he stood up and spoke straight to the bartender, without giving the woman a glance.

"Excuse me, Dwight Gooding." He pulled out an old alias and introduced himself to the bartender handing over his card, "With White Records, I just listened to that set and thought it was amazing."

"Alright, my man!" the bartender began, "Would you like to meet the band?" McTeague agreed and left the bar with the owner leaving the woman alone. He could feel the air of surprise and upset out of her when he returned after the bar owner had started the next song. His two guns were a comfort to him as he snuck a glance at the woman as her lips wrapped around the rim of a martini glass and suddenly he was feeling very uncomfortable. He wanted to see that mouth wrapping around his cock. He decided to switch tactics.

"Too much oil." He muttered as he settled into his seat.

"Excuse me?" the woman turned to him, her smoky gaze burning over him as he tried not to breath in too much more of her scent, it was making him dizzy. 

"You use too much oil," he elaborated, turning his head towards her for only a moment, but in that moment his eyes grazed over her chest and he felt as if his sight could be another set of hands, adoringly clasping and setting on the two perfect globes of her breasts. "You're wearing Carlo Quoé, which is a good fragrance for you, but it's being ruined by the oil." he left the ball in her court.

"Bravo. You're very good about the perfume, but I don't use oil on my skin." 

Finally he turned on her, leaning an elbow on the bar for balance, if he had been standing he would have staggered backwards; he had not been prepared for the full on woman he was affronted with now. Her dress left nothing to the imagination, yet didn't do the body he knew was underneath the justice it deserved. Her legs went on forever and his mouth went dry thinking about where he could wrap them. He wished he had been talking about her skin though, the rough olive colouring shone just perfectly in the neon lights from behind the bar, he could see himself kissing it for hours. "I didn't mention anything about your skin." When she looked overly startled he smiled, thinking 'Ah good, another assassin'. "I think it must be on the gun you're wearing." Her startled look then turned to one of smoldering coyness, a look he hoped to see far more in the future. "I don't think tonight is going to end well for us." 

"I am Ariella Martinez." she said in almost a whisper, holding her hand out to him, "And you must be The Surgeon." 

"At your command," he murmured when he touched his lips to her fingertips, her taste was just as good as she looked. "McTeague is fine though."

"I'd prefer to call you Fin." Ariella spoke warmly letting her hand linger in his. Goddammit she knew how to play a guy. Teague couldn't help but play along, it was only 2am, he still had time before it was all business and she turned out to be his competitor, or even his enemy. 

He knew the Martinez signature of poisoning, using natural ingredients as to not be traced, very impressive. But if she called him Fin then she must know him too, his obsession with the human brain and the psychological nature of his assassinations. Okay, so they're on the same playing field then. 

He heard a shot outside. Ariella twinged too. So arrived the Tremors.

"All these gentlemen callers competing for your attention?" Teague asked with a little smile, leaning back on the bar.

"No, I like the single life." Teague knew she was lying, in the way her voice stayed monotone and how she automatically picked up her drink, he decided to let it alone.

"About this situation... you know what they say; two heads are better than one."

She cleared her throat and cut him off. "You know Surgeon, I don't need your help."

He paused and leaned in towards her, playing with a lock of her hair, "Then why haven't you killed me already?"

She leaned in too and Teague thought he might lose it, drop the fucking three-mil and take this beauty for as long as she would let him. "The night is still young." She whispered, her small hand running up his arm before playing with the collar of his suit.

The main lights began to flicker before going out completely, leaving only a few neon signs blazing. Ariella grabbed Teagues shoulder as his arm automatically wrapped around her waist. Neither of them said anything, but looked around the bar and watched everyone's reactions. The bartender automatically started trying to calm everyone down and walked behind the bar, where Teague knew there was probably more than one firearm stashed. 

Soot, the earlier assassin, stood up and Teague knew it was time to act.

"Go with me on this." He winked suavely and smiled at her bewildered look. God, it was like having a virgin on her first kill.

He stood and quickly wrapped an arm around her throat, aiming a gun at her temple and drawing the attention of the entire bar. 

"Everybody freeze! This woman is a wanted criminal."

"Who the fuck are you?!" the bartender yelled.

"Mike Gooding, FBI. I've been looking for this woman for three days, she's a wanted murderer. Now get Baker on the line." 

When the bartender started radioing down to Baker, (the man in charge of keeping the target safe according to the file Teague had received), then looked over to Soot, who he thought was Don, IBaker's second), and asked if Teague was with the target-party. 

Soot, being a fucking idiot, in Teagues opinion, just stood there like an open-mouthed little bitch, causing the bartender to curse and pull out a sawed off shotgun aiming it straight at Teague.

Now, McTeague was just a man, and having his arm around a gorgeous woman's throat and pressing her firm behind up against his hard and ready groin it was only natural for him to hesitate between throwing Ariella out of the line of fire or keeping her sexy little ass as tight to him as he could possibly get. He decided to perform the former so he could enjoy the latter later. 

Seconds after he had pointed his gun back at the bartender, Ariella had taken the shotgun he had identified out of ... well he didn't know where she had hidden it in that small red dress, but he decided to find that out later too. Then there was a second gun in her hand as well, one aimed at the bartender and the other at a female waiter across the room with her gun trained on Teagues skull. 

"Nice gun." she whispered, not taking her eyes off of the other two. Teague was about to say 'what' when he saw the gun she had run her tongue up the barrel of before aiming at the other woman. It was his! How the fuck had she gotten it out from the inside of his jacket?

"Tone it down sweetheart." he joked before the bartender started making useless demands, asking people to place their weapons on the ground.

Ariella smiled when Teague just laughed. 

Suddenly a midget clown with explosives strapped onto him shot through the window. Goddammned Tremors.

Teague grabbed Ariella by the waist and practically threw her behind a booth, covering her body with his until the small pieces of midget stopped splattering around them. 

Gunfire began ringing through the hall, Teague took his gun back from Ariella with a smile and opened fire on the servers and the bartender. While he had an almost perfect shot on Soot, it was assassin etiquette to 'save the best for last'. 

Another clown came through the window. Fucking Tremors.

Ariella had been taking out as many as she could with her small shotgun and Teague could see she was about to do something, but when she stood up he was taken completely unawares. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back down behind the booth, bullets flying past their faces.

"Wait! Wait 'till it's safe!" He couldn't let this beauty get a nine millimetre to the forehead before he'd even had a taste. 

"I'm not here to play it safe!" she yelled before running straight out into the fray. Teague could only watch and cover fire from behind as she stalked right up to the stage where two waiters had dug themselves in and were exchanging fire. In a millisecond they both had shurikens protruding from their main arteries and bullets to the chest. 

Teague smiled when she preformed the most well known assassin move and crossed her arms to shoot in the opposite directions before rolling over a table and making her way to the stage, behind which was the elevator to the bunker below where the target was hiding. Only Teague saw the waiter hiding behind an adjacent booth stand and take aim at Ariella's back. 

He took the shot but realized he was out of rounds just before the bastard had squeezed off two into Ariella. As she fell Teague started walking up the room towards the waiter, throwing his now useless gun to the side and taking out his favourite razor, only used on special occasions. This seemed like one.

Slicing the man across the abdomen, Teague made sure to move his hand away before the man's intestines burst out, then wrapped his arm around the man's neck and used him as a shield as he pulled a reserve gun from the back of his waistband, taking out the bartender in three hot shots. The waiters twitching body fell and Teague was already by Ariella's side, swiftly picking her up into his arms and taking her to the side room just as the Tremors finally appeared. 

"I should have listened to you. Not my strong suit I guess." Ariella whispered as he put her down on a bench before taking off his jacket and using it to staunch the bleeding of the deeper bullet wound, one that had gone through her right side, not hitting any main organs. Thankfully both weren't fatal, but she would be in a lot of pain tonight. 

"It never was." Teague muttered distractedly as he lifted her dress to get a better look at the bullet scratch on her ribs. For a moment the only thing he could comprehend was the fabric of Ariella's thong, black lace bracketing her hips perfectly, Teagues mouth watered like he had just beheld the most delicious feast. Well in a way he just had, he chuckled to himself.

"Thank you." she whispered, her hand going to his face as a small trickle of blood left the corner of her mouth. He didn't say anything as he reached up and smeared the blood away with his thumb. Even shot, bleeding and with a small piece of midget clown in her hair, she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. He started to lean towards her, intent on getting his taste now, when she stopped him with a hurried whisper. She reached up to her lip and peeled off a Skin Sin. It was a thin piece of plastic that contained veins that lead to a small pocket of poison that was meant to be contained on the inside of the mouth, the veins were designed so the poison was excreted only on one side of the plastic, and not on the side of the wearer. Again a Martinez signature, the Kiss of Death. Fuck he'd gladly die for a kiss from this woman. Thankfully he didn't have to as Ariella reached up and pulled him down to her by the back of his neck. 

This goddess under him, with her blood soaking him up to his elbows, ran her tongue along his bottom lip, moaned when he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and arched her chest into his. His hands began roaming her body, careful of her wounds, he kneaded her hips, squeezed her breasts, and even had the chance to lean himself between her legs, feeling her soft, damp heat moulding over his stiff aching rod. He was positive he could have had her right there, with gunshots and gore all around and nothing would have been able to stop them. 

The calls of the Tremor boys were screaming out loud and clear and getting closer by the second. Ariella broke away somehow holding the gun Teague kept between his shoulder blades, and started breathing faster, looking around worrying, trying to see where she would be safe. 

"Don't worry, Daddy and Lester will be through in a second and they'll leave Baby Boy behind to guard." He had finished tying torn pieces of his jacket and shirt around her hips and waist, successfully slowing the blood-flow. "You okay to go?" He had been implying taking out Baby Boy together but when she had trouble sitting up he knew he should leave her behind but for once his knowledge wasn't influencing him.

"I think I'll let you have this one, make it fun to watch baby." she smiled as she followed along behind him. They stopped in a doorway where Teague started rolling up the wrists of his white shirt, bloodstained and ripped while making sure Ariella was securely behind him. Daddy and Lester passed them without glancing their way leaving Baby Boy to look around the dining room with a dumbass smile on his face. 

"Go get him Fin," Ariella whispered against his neck as she reached around the front of him and placed his gun into the front of his belt. He groaned when she dragged her hand over his cock then slapping his ass. He began taking a miniature flash-bomb out of his pocket and pulling the pin. Then, rolling it straight between Baby Boy's feet, he started walking, straight towards the giant idiot, covering his eyes for the split second the flash would have blinded anyone else. He emptied his gun into Baby Boy, but that only seemed to make him angrier, and with a yell the goliath charged him. Teague let the blow flow through him and Baby Boy's weight to unexpectedly carry him farther than he thought. Teague slammed into the bar, but when Baby Boy stood up to carry on he felt a twinge in the back of his neck. Ariella saw perfectly clear from the other side of the room that Teague had embedded a charge in Baby Boys neck, and with perfect precision it went off, only causing Baby Boy's eyes to pop out of his skull.

"Damn, I was hoping for the whole thing to explode."

"You mean his head?" Ariella laughed, Teague just nodded and began helping Ariella down the stairs behind the stage to the bunker. "The eyeballs were a nice touch though." 

Teague just shook his head and pulled her to the back, passing fallen agents and civilians, blood coated the walls and when the elevator shaft was in sight, gunfire was still ringing. Ariella kicked aside the mask of one of the men she had been shooting at in the bar, she was more disgusted than impressed. Teague looked down and saw Daddy's exposed legs, took aim and shot the old fucker in the knee. Ariella giggled when she saw Daddy had no idea where the bullet had come from an automatically assumed it was the men underneath them.

"Anyone wanna see my sisters titties?!" Lester screamed, then a loud explosion shook the foundation. How had the Tremors gotten rocket launchers?

"Okay, let's go." Teague murmured, pulling Ariella along mirroring Daddy's and Lesters descent into the basement hallway to the bunker. The Tremor boys made it to the landing and made sure the guards were dead then continued down the hallway, Teague and Ariella following close behind. Ariella's heel caught on a piece of blown up concrete and she collapsed in Teague's arms with a gasp. Teague could hear Daddy turn around, raising his gun and flicking off the safety. 

"Shit." he whispered, pressing Ariella into the wall, flattening her body with his. Even when she knew there was another assassin coming towards them with an AK-47, Teague couldn't believe she started rubbing herself against him.

"Fucking sexy witch." he growled as he lowered his mouth to hers. 

Daddy came around the corner, but before he could put the smallest amount of pressure on the trigger Ariella had taken Teagues razor out of it's wrist sheath and jammed it into Daddy's neck, slamming him against the corner and cracking his skull, her lips never leaving Teagues. 

Daddy fell without making a noise, but Teague and Ariella wouldn't have noticed if he had gone down screaming. Apparently Lester hadn't noticed either, he was too busy missling the bunker door. 

Teague pulled away and drew up his gun to take out Lester as well but Ariella pulled him back against her hard. He couldn't help but laugh as his hands ran gently down her ribs and waist while her arms and legs locked around his neck and waist.

"C'mon Surgeon, let someone else do the work for you once in a while." she began running her fingers down his neck and jaw, making him sigh. 

"That's not my style love."

"Hmm, I'll have to see if I can change that." Teague hadn't forgotten she still had his razor in her hand and was starting to become antsy with the deadline coming on fast. 

"Now or later?" he tested, now meant she was looking to get rid of him fast and he would have to kill her before even entering the bunker that Lester was very close to breaking into, later meant she was keen on keeping him alive, splitting the money and maybe even letting him hang around her for a while. 

Yells and gunshots rang out from down the hallway and inside the bunker, making Teague and Ariella break out running towards the fray. 

They arrived just to see Lester go down from a knife in his back and bullets riddling his chest. Somehow Soot had taken out Lester Tremor and the protecting the target. 

The target stood with a handgun in his hands, blood splattered completely over his left side, breathing heavily and curses spewing from his mouth.

"Where's the other guy?" Ariella murmured quietly, her eyes and her gun never leaving the targets face. 

"Soot!" Teague shouted, looking behind him for a quick second. "Soot, it's two against one here, c'mon out and we won't kill you outright."

"What about me?" The target sputtered, his gun arm shaking. Ariella looked at Teague who checked his watch, then nodded to her. They both leveled their guns and shot, two bullet holes, side by side, were in his forehead when he crumbled to the floor. Watching her take out the target had him hard for her in a second, especially the way she blinked when the kickback of the gun hit her, so like a first-kill virgin. 

She knew the reaction she had on him and lightly ran her hand up his thigh, smiling before seeing something behind Teague and aiming her gun once more.




Smokin' Aces - Assassins Ball



"Fuck!" Lazlo Soot swore coming back from the bunkers makeshift kitchen, a bucket of boiled wax in his hands.

"You were too late Soot you Scottish bastard, it's already 3:01." Teague said kneeling down and searching the targets pockets, pulling out a cell-phone and dialing the head-hunters number. Ariella kept her gun trained on Soot as he paced around angrily.

"Done?" the voice over the phone asked.

"Yeh," Teague muttered, checking the body for anything like a trap.

"Account number?"

"Half to 365985562001, and half to..." he looked at Ariella for her number but she just shook her head. "Uh, never mind that, all to my account." the head-hunter hung up and Teague turned to Ariella, "Really?"

"Oh don't think you get to keep it Fin, this just gives me a reason to hunt you down more often." She winked at him and the seductive coyness was back. 

"Soot, get outta here." Teague muttered, dragging his hand up Ariella's leg as he stood, Ariella training her gun on the other assassin until he had left.

"So are you going to try and change me now or later?" 

"I'll work on making you relax a little later," she said kicking off her heels and stepping over the target into a pool of blood, to press her body against his. She began undoing the buttons to his shirt with her bottom lip between her teeth, gauging his reaction, "But I have something we could do now..." 

"Ah love, I think this is the best job I've ever had..." 



Smokin Ch. 01



The duplex that the Midge's lived in was the type of starter home that many young couples invested in right after getting married. The neighborhood was safe and the cul-de-sac their home sat on was only a few blocks from the local community college campus. As a result of the location, many of the duplexes were rented out to college students on short term leases. 

John and Cathy Midge shared their duplex with an ever revolving number of teenage college students that the landlord rented to each semester. The Midges had been married for just over two years and had moved here soon after tying the knot. John who was 26, was working as a driver for UPS and Cathy, 25 worked parttime at a local daycare center. They weren't well off but John worked as much overtime as he could get and Cathy's job was really more something for her to do as opposed to a real income source.

John was a well built 6'2" 190 who had played running back on the football team for a year in college till he got injured and had to quit the team. Cathy stood only 5'3" and weighed 115 pounds, quite a bit of that weight coming in the form of large, natural breasts. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back and stopped just short of her pert, round bottom. Cathy had a great complexion and in the summer when tanned her skin looked almost bronze. In short she was a smoking hot piece of ass! 

Yet Cathy was hardly pretentious and often dressed like the local students, with jean shorts, tee shirts and flip-flops her usual daily attire. She was outgoing and friendly and didn't mind the flury of activity that naturally took place next door in the way that college students live. As long as they respected John's sleeptime and kept things under control she actually kind of enjoyed the youthful energy.

The two new guys who just moved in next door were what we would have called "stoners" in the old days. Steven Diaz and Mike Wilson were unmotivated students who spent most of their days playing music, video games, smoking weed and trying to score with the local coeds. It wasn't that they weren't smart kids, they simply enjoyed the college lifestyle more than they did the college bookwork. They weren't late night partiers, preferring to start their day with a "wake and bake" which usually led to a little partying during the afternoon hours. 

This was fine with The Midges as John was usully out of the house by 7 and rarely returned till 7 pm. Cathy didn't mind the guys little get togethers and was grateful that they were usually crashed out by the time John got home. Like most young couples, John and Cathy fucked like rabbits after getting married. While they still had an active sex life, John's long hours had curtailed some of their activities. Cathy understood he was providing for them but that didn't make her any less horny. She would never consider cheating on John as she loved him dearly and had filled the missing void between the cock she was getting and what she craved with a variety of sex toys she had ordered on the internet. She and John had been together since she was 17 and her experience with the opposite sex other than John was limited to some awkward teenage exchanges. Despite this she was a sexual dynamo, giving great head, swallowing John's cum, taking him up her tight ass, letting him cum on her pretty face and generally doing anything that he wanted her to do. 

One early September afternoon the boys next door were having a little get-together with some of the new meat, freshman girls. Cathy watched through the living room window as a group of three newly minted coeds pulled up in the driveway next doow and bounced out of the car. All three were knockout blonds wearing tight workout clothes, two of them slim with long hair and the third a little curvier with shorter hair. They were giggling as the guys greeted them outside the door and led them in. Cathy heard the music get turned up and the party starting. The daycare center was closed for renovations and she was getting a little stir crazy inside the house with nothing to do. 

Suddenly everything went silent next door and she heard Mike yelling at Steven.

There was a knock at her door.

"Hello?"

It was Mike from next door.

"Mrs. Midge? Are you here?"

Cathy opened the door and said, "Mike please call me Cathy! Mrs Midge makes me feel like an old lady!"

"Of course Cathy," Mike replied. "Can you help us? We seemed to have blown a fuse and aren't really sure how to fix it and can't get ahold of the landlord"

"Sure thing Mike," said Cathy. "Your fuse box is probably in the kitchen like ours. I will show you how to fix it."

"Thanks so much," Mike gushed. "We kinda look like idiots in front of our new friends."

Cathy laughed and said, "Those girls dont look like the critical types."

Once inside their side of the house Cathy quickly located the fusebox and the music and lights went right back on.

Cathy noticed the waft of weed as soon as she walked in the door. She had never actually smoked pot though she had been around the block enough times to know the smell.

The girls all had beer cans and were sitting on the couch in the living room surrounding Steven.

"Hello, I'm Cathy," she introduced herself.

"Hi" they replied almost in unison.

"Cathy do you want a beer?" Steven asked as he reached into a cooler that sat on the floor in front of the couch serving as a sort of a coffee table.

"No I shouldn't. I really don't need the extra calories."

"C'mon it is the least we can do for you helping us out," Steven said.

"Honey you dont look like you need to worry about calories," said the tall blond sitting on the end of the couch. "You are totally hot!"

"Well thank you," Cathy said as she felt herself blushing from the sexual undertone of the girls remark.

"I guess one can't hurt," she thought. "It isn't like I have anything else to do.

"Okay, I'll have one, just one"

"Cool," proclaimed Mike.

She sat down on the recliner across the room from the couch as Steven handed her a cold beer. They all made small talk for awhile and soon Cathy had downed her beer and had started on the new one Steven quickly had supplied for her. Ashley was the name of the girl who had called her hot she learned and she had moved off the couch to sit on the arm of the recliner Cathy was sitting on.

The other two girls were engaged with Steve and Mike over some teenage topic.

"So what do you do?" Ashley asked.

"I work with kids," Cathy replied.

"Oh that is so cool!" said Ashley.

The two talked about the daycare center, kids, and the things that seem so interesting when you are getting a buzz. Ashley was so pretty, Cathy thought. I wonder why the guys arent all over her she was thinking when Ashley caught her off guard by leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.

"Whoa, I wasnt ready for that" Cathy said surprised.

"Oh I'm so sorry Cathy," Ashley. "Your skin is just so beautiful and I couldn't help myself."

"Hey Ashley don't scare off the neighbor!" laughed Steven.

"It's ok," stammered Cathy. "It is flattering though I never have been kissed by a girl before."

Ashley leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I would love to kiss you in other places. You are so hot I could just eat you up."

Cathy knew her face was turning red. She was getting turned on by the aggressive girl's advances and even though she had never really considered women she was interested in what it would be like to kiss her on the lips.

"Hey break it up over there," Mike chirped.

Ashley stood and laughed, "Like you guys don't think she is just the hottest thing alive."

Mike reached behind the couch and pulled out a bong. 

"We better smoke a little before things get too intense"

"Cathy do you smoke?" asked Steven.

"Pot?" 

"Uh yeah, are you cool with it?" Mike quizzed her.

Cathy knew they smoked weed and had no problem with it. What she did not know is if she should partake, especially after she already had two beers and had just been propositioned by a teenage girl.

"Hey I'm cool with it," she replied.

Everybody let out a little cheer.

"Cool"

"Awesome"

"Great"

Mike loaded up the bong and offered it up for Cathy to take the first hit.

"Oh I didn't say I was going to smoke," she protested.

"C'mon Cathy!"

"Do it girl"

"You'll feel so good"

The teenagers all encouraged her. She rarely drank and the two beers already had her buzzed.

"Ok, just one time," she said meekly as Mike lit the bong.

She coughed as the smoke hit her lungs. 

"Easy honey," warned Ashley

The weed smoke burned Cathy's lungs. 

"Don't worry Cath, it will go away in a minute," Ashley said. "I just started smoking a few weeks ago and the same thing happened to me too."

Cathy looked at her and smiled and then everything went black...

When she woke she was in a strange room, under the covers of a bed. Her clothes were still on though her shirt was rolled up around her midriff. She slid over to her right trying to get her wits about her. There was a body next to her facing the other direction.

Long blond hair.

It was a girl.

She rose up on her elbow to see it was Ashley. The sun was peeking through the pulled shades so there was enough light to see though it was dim.

Ashley rolled over and smiled.

"Hey there", she cooed.

"Uh hi", Cathy muttered.

"You were out like a light," Ashley chuckled.

"What happened?" Cathy asked.

"I guess the pot was laced with something that hit you just right, or wrong I suppose," Ashley replied with a laugh.

"I still feel so lightheaded. How did I get up here?" asked Cathy.

"Oh the boys brought you up here to rest", Ashley replied. "I joined you with a promise to the guys not to take advantage of your blacked out state."

"But I admit that I did do a little exploring while you slept. I hope you aren't mad", she said with a sympathetic look.

"What did you do to me?", asked Cathy in barely a whisper.

"Cathy you are the hottest girl, woman, I have ever seen. You looked so peaceful sleeping here and I kissed you because I needed to feel your lips on mine", Ashley admitted.

"Oh ok", Cathy whispered.

"That's not all though", Ashley whispered back.

"I felt your boobs through your shirt. They are so nice I just needed to see them. So I rolled up your shirt, pulled your bra cups down and sucked on those beautiful pink nipples of yours."

Cathy did not say anything. She was still a little lightheaded and on hearing that Ashley had sucked her tits, turned on.

"I'm sorry that I took advatage of you", Ashley said quietly.

"I love my husband", Cathy said.

"Oh baby I don't want you to feel bad. You didn't do anything wrong", Ashley said.

"Not yet maybe", Cathy whispered to her.

"What do you mean"

"I mean my panties are soaked and I am so turned on that I want you to suck on my tits among other things. I know that I am still buzzed and maybe I will regret it but I want you to fuck me!"

Cathy could hardly believe she just said that.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

"They are downstairs. I'm sure by now the guys have my friends naked", Ashley said with a laugh.

She moved over to Cathy's side and took her face in her hands, just staring at her. Then she moved in and kissed her. She was pleased when Cathy kissed her back. 

"Put your arms up baby", Ashley instructed.

She pulled Cathy's tee shirt over her head. She then reached around and unhooked her bra. Cathy's tits spilled out and Ashley lifted them one at a time to her mouth to suck on.

Cathy closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations that were flowing through her body. This 18 year old sweety was driving her crazy.



Smokin' in The Smokies



It was on the second day of our camping trip that Troy finally blew up at me and told me how ashamed he was of what a fatass I had become. That was his word, fatass, although fatbelly and fatthigh and bigfloppytit would have applied equally well. After four years of marriage he was still lean and athletic, and I had spread in every direction. And hiking a steep trail in the Smokies at his preferred pace was just getting to be more than I could do.

I cried all the way to the Park Service cabin. When we came within some distance of people he tried to calm me down, but I knew what he was doing and that just made me madder and sadder. Finally we made up over dinner, but I still felt hatred for myself and my blubber with every bite. We didn't even say good night as he bunked down in the first bed on the male side of the cabin, and I went to the female side.

There I felt even lonelier because the only women there were two skinny, well-muscled gals who looked like a couple. Great, I'm alone with two lesbians, and they're in great shape and I'm a porpoise. There ain't nobody on this side of the wall a man would want to fuck.

It was dark by nine o'clock, and the lights went out on both sides soon after. The two lesbians went out to sit by the fire or smoke a joint or fuck in the woods or something, and I just lay in my sleeping bag, hating myself.

Slowly I got to thinking, though... Troy just doesn't appreciate how sexy a full-figured gal-- okay, a fatass porpoise-- can be. He doesn't realize how full my appetites are in all directions. In fact, it'd been a while since we'd had a really good fuck-- the last few times, infrequent enough as they were, I had felt like I was just the most convenient hole. Listen, girl, you want to keep your man, you gotta show how delicious and sexy you can be, a voice inside me said. That was when I got the idea.

I got out of the sleeping bag and took off all my clothes. In the moonlight, I thought I didn't look half bad-- an abundant, fertile figure of womanhood, balloon-like breasts sloshing over a round belly, trunklike thighs holding up a round, eminently grabbable ass. There was a lot to love here, I thought, if I could just make Troy see (or feel) that.

I crept in the dark, with only my sandals on, over to the men's side. The women's door was locked, of course, but the men's was wide open. It was exciting to walk, nude, into that room full of strange men, in the security of knowing that if someone suddenly turned on the light I could at least hop in with Troy and hide myself. I felt along the wall to the first bunk and heard Troy's familiar snore, one of many in a room that seemed to be fully asleep. Just right for a surprise, I thought, and kneeling beside the bed I lifted the cover about halfway down.

My head disappeared under his blanket and found the lump in his boxer shorts. I pulled it out and it started to get hard in my hands. Faster response than usual, I thought, and quickly popped the head into my mouth. It stiffened quickly against my teeth and and I began running my whole mouth up and down the length of his shaft. Suddenly he was awake-- and he sat up with a start. I pushed him back down, covering his mouth with my hand, and continued my ministrations. He let me, feeling my face and then running his hands over my back and cupping one of my tits as if he'd never felt them before. He seemed appreciative enough... maybe this wasn't so hard after all. (HE was, though.)

In a moment I felt his cock jerk in my mouth and I swallowed the head all the way down as he shot streams of warm cum down my throat. I gave the end of his cock a couple of playful flicks and he wriggled in delicious agony. Then I moved up to kiss him-- and froze.

It was highly unlikely that Troy could have grown a beard since I left him that evening.

I shrieked and ran out. Maybe one or two of the guys saw me as I did, but most probably never even heard the noise. I was horrified as the realization swept over me-- I had just sucked a total stranger's cock, in the room where my husband lay sleeping. I spat, trying to force up the cum I had swallowed so eagerly, to prove my love.

I scraped my tongue against my teeth, as if I could remove a layer of skin and thus no longer have the mouth that had sucked a strange cock to ejaculation. But no, I had done that. I was an unbelievable slut standing naked and cum-spattered in a forest, a slut who had put a completely strange penis in her mouth, who...

I remembered the way the stranger had rubbed my face, tenderly. Had felt my tit, curiously. He had enjoyed feeling me, in a way that Troy hadn't for a long, long time.

I felt my vaginal lips moisten and swell apart. I had to admit, it had been the most pleasant sexual experience I'd had in a good year. I reached down and felt the nub between my fat thighs as it swelled and grew warm. As I remembered the feeling of the stranger's cock on my tongue. I rubbed it there in the moonlight, squeezing my own giant balloon tit, and I remembered the sensation of that cock in my mouth, that foreign cum leaving a taste in my mouth I could still barely identify. A shudder built up in my mighty thighs, and with a whimper I came. I had done it. I had shown Troy, I had sucked a total stranger off, and I had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed me, too, all of me.

Without admitting to myself what I was doing, I started walking back to the cabin. I froze in the woods as I saw a man standing on the porch, smoking a cigarette. At first I thought it might be Troy, ready to kill me. Then I saw the outline of a beard. It was him.

I stepped forward into the moonlight.

He looked at me, my bulging breasts and round tummy in the blue moonlight. And he started to walk forward.

"I wasn't sure if you were a dream," he whispered.

"Go get a blanket and meet me in that clearing," I said. "Then you'll find out." He did as I said and I disappeared back into the woods. I knew I could hide, now, I didn't have to do this, I could just try to put a horrible mistake behind me... but I didn't want to. I wanted to prove that I was desirable.

He showed up and put the blanket on the ground. We kissed and one of his hands began to massage my huge tits while another slid under my hanging belly and between my fat thighs and into the wet place between. I moaned as I felt his cock grow in his jeans and unbuckled the belt, and as he squeezed the round mounds of my ass. He seemed to like what he was feeling, all of it, just fine.

I dropped to the ground, ass grinding into the scratchy blanket, legs spread wide. In a moment his jeans were down and I felt his nearly hard cock, his stranger's cock, tickle the outer edge of my lips. My legs bucked up to meet him and he plowed into my steaming snatch. As he did he licked my nipples, smashing a handful of my huge tit into his mouth with each thrust. I grabbed his ass and felt him ram into me, bouncing off my blubbery stomach as my tits flopped up and down in his fast and my ass, my wide whoring ass, ground pleasurably into the dirt. In a few moments, I felt him spasm on top of me and for the first time I had stranger's cum in my steamy pussy. As we lay there, he rubbed his hands over my bouncy belly and drooping tits, admiringly.

We lay there silently for a few moments. Finally he spoke. "You're with that scrawny feller, aren't you?" he said.

"That's my husband, yeah," I said. "He wasn't any too nice with you tonight, I could see," he said.

"I think I understand what's going on here now. You really didn't know it wasn't him..."

"If you've enjoyed a lady's attentions, you won't ask her impertinent questions," I said, grabbing his warm and swollen cock.

"Fair enough," he said, grabbing my ass and giving it a good squeeze. We wrestled playfully and I soon found myself on top of him, grinding my wet snatch into his crotch as his soft cock flopped against the overhang of my belly.

"You have any friends in there?" I asked.

"Matter of fact, I do. My buddy Jim."

"Go get him," I said, getting up to let him up.

Jim came out like he didn't believe what his buddy had told him. But when he saw me he knew what he was in for, and I don't think I'd ever seen a man get out of his clothes that fast. I dropped to my knees in front of him and eagerly took his cock down into my throat. My second stranger's cock. It didn't take him long, but as he got close he pulled out.

"What?" I asked, not wanting to be deprived of another warm load of stranger cum.

"Ma'am, I just gotta fuck those big beautiful tits," he said, a little bashfully. Maybe his friend standing watching had something to do with it.

"Why don't you go get somebody else," I said to the first guy. "Just make sure it isn't my husband."

I reached into my pussy and pulled a nice thick handful of slime, then spread it between my tits and lay back. He straddled me and started sliding his cock between the tits smashed on either side of it. It didn't feel that good to me, to be honest, but fortunately it didn't take long before he howled like a dog at the moon, and a blast of cum arced up and splattered my double chin and up one of my cheeks. A few more shots quickly followed and puddled between my tits and ran down my neck.

As he got off of me and shyly muttered "Uh, thanks, ma'am," I saw two teenaged boys standing there, their eyes about as big as my tits. "C'mon," I said. "Haven't you boys ever seen a woman waiting to be fucked before?"

"Me first," one said, and the other punched him and said "No way, me!" I was afraid I was about to be in the middle of a fight, so I decided to referee.

"Both of you. Clothes off. You, lay down." The one boy obeyed as his cock sprang in my direction like a needle on a compass. I climbed over him and eased onto his pole. He played with my tits but suddenly pulled his hand away.

"It's just cum," I said, as I smashed his face with both tits, smearing the cum on his cheek "Now you. Behind me."

"Uh... which hole?" "Well, you can't put it in the same-- uh, I guess you could, actually," I said. The idea had never occurred to me before. "Yeah, put it in the same one."

"Then our things will touch. We ain't homos, lady," the boy under me said.

"I wasn't really wondering about that, considering how far your cock is sticking up my cunt at the moment," I said. "Just do what I said or neither one of you will get laid."

The other one must have decided it was okay, because in no time I felt my pussy being stretched out by a second cock. It wasn't easy getting the rhythm, but pretty soon I let the boy on top set the pace as I bucked my giant ass under him and slid it up and down the other boy. It was good, but now I had something else in mind. I reached back and used a bunch of the slickness back there to lube up my ass, sliding a cum-slippery finger inside. I had never allowed Troy to fuck me back there and now I was going to let a strange boy have my ass cherry. "Fuck me in the ass," I said.

"We're not homos," the boy under me said.

"Shut up," the other boy said as he set my ass burning with the pulsing pole that suddenly rammed up it. It felt like I was swallowing a brick from the wrong end, but then a glow seemed to overtake my hole, and I liked the feel of him pounding into my huge hams with every thrust. Anyway, it didn't take him long before he fired inside me, my ass-ring squeezing every drop out of him. He pulled out and that gave me the chance to work on the other one. He seemed to have something on his mind-- suddenly he licked a drop of the cum off one of my tits, then looked away as if he didn't want me to acknowledge what he'd just done. Well, for someone who's not a homo, that was an odd act. I had a feeling these two were going to continue this evening's activities in an entirely new direction.

A moment later he rolled his eyes up and flopped beneath me like a goldfish on the carpet. I pulled my reddened pussy off his cock and then reached in and got a handful of goo and licked it up. As he got up I gave him a wet, sploogy kiss. He looked startled, and then he jumped up and ran away.

"What got into him?" his friend asked.

"I have a feeling you will," I said as he pulled on his jeans.

I lay there for a minute, rubbing some of my pussy-load of cum over my fat belly. What now? Go find Troy for real this time, and flop my fat dripping cunt and ass onto his face and smother him in other men's cum? It didn't sound like such a bad idea, but then I heard some voices going toward the cabin and another idea occurred to me.

I opened the door and crawled into my bunk. I could hear the other two women in their bunks, and I had guessed right-- there was the faint smell of pot. They pretended to already be asleep and I pretended not to notice.

I reached between my meaty thighs and felt for my cum-smeared clit. I began rubbing it, letting another finger slip into my equally slimy asshole. My breathing was getting heavier, and I began to hear rustling in the bunks against the wall. Okay, time to kick it up a notch. "Yes, let me lick your pussy," I whispered, as if I didn't think anyone was awake to hear me. "Ooooh, it tastes soooo good..."

In no time I heard rustling from the other beds. "Mmm, yes, let me lick your clit," I whispered, speeding up the rubbing of my clit. And sure enough, a moment later I felt a hand on one of my big floppy tits, and reached out to feel one of the skinny lesbians standing nude in front of me. I rubbed her bony little tit and reached down further, just grazing the top of the furry area below. I grabbed her head and pulled it toward mine, kissing her and sucking her tongue as she crawled on top of me, mashing my big tits with her hands and grinding her pubes into mine.

I licked her little nub of a nipple and hungrily devoured her tit, licking around it, snuffling in the furry armpit I found. I wanted more where that came from, so I flipped her on her back and kissed my way down her stomach to the furry snatch at the bottom. I could smell her tangy pussy as I spread her legs open and stuck my tongue out, savoring for the first time that electric metal taste of cunt lips. "Brenda!" the woman whose pussy I was licking hissed, and as I dug my tongue deeper into her snatch I felt a pair of hands grab my ass and start to probe my own pussy with her fingers. I wriggled my butt enough that in a moment she took the hint and jammed her thumb into my ass as she rubbed my clit with her fingers. She must not have minded what she found my pussy full of, because in no time she had my fat asscheeks spread open and she was sucking my cum-slimed pussy as vigorously as I was going down on the ripe, dripping cunt in my own face.

We spent a couple of hours at it, and by the time we were done I knew there was no going back to my old boring life with Troy, not when a world of new sexual experiences beckoned me. At least, that's what I told a mortified Troy at the communal breakfast table the next day, as he turned beet-red and begged me to shut up under the watchful eyes of half a dozen cocks I'd sucked and pussies I'd licked the night before. I'll never forget the look on his face as he realized what the dried glaze in my hair and across my tits was. I told him that from now on, I was a cocksucking, pussy-eating slut, ready to spread my snatch wide open for anyone willing to worship at the goddess shrine of Fuck My Fat Ass and Stay For Sloppy Seconds. As Brenda, Caitlin and I cruise the mountains, we find plenty of guys and gals willing to deposit an offering in this goddess's collection box, and we have fun slurping the extras out of each other afterwards. They love my fat ass, my floppy tits, my cuddly round belly, and I'd never go back to the stale old life of the twice-a-month two-minute fuck by a husband who never knew how beautiful I could be-- especially with a strange cock in my ass and a dripping snatch over my face.

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Smokin!



Rose was getting fucking crazy with lust. She was ferociously sucking my cock. Hud couldn’t take it anymore he sat up and rammed his dick in her and she let out loud scream of pleasure and started bucking back against his thrusts. Her head was straight up…..looking me right in the eyes. He was spanking the shit out of her while he hammered her pussy. Chrissie was egging him on and he shuddered with an intense orgasm that he pulled out and shot all over her ass. Immediately, Chrissie was all over her ass, licking his cum off her ass, as Rose fell flat onto her stomach shaking uncontrollably. I got up and went in for a closer look and watched in amazement as Chrissie was eating all of his cum off her ass and her asshole. She started tongue fucking her again and Rose quickly came back to life as she got up in doggie again.

Hud went up and took my place. “Clean me up my sweet little slut!” She opened her mouth and took his half hard dick into her mouth and started sucking his dick and lapping at his balls. He grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her face as she tried to protest. I grabbed Chrissie and slid her on her back under Rose’s pussy. She started eating Rose out and I grabbed her legs and placed them over my shoulders. I started fucking Chrissie while she was doing her best to eat out Rose. Rose was getting face fucked by Hud and I could not take anymore. I pulled my dick out and exploded all over Chrissie’s stomach and tits. Hud seeing this pulled Rose around and told her to lick it up. She instantly pounced on Chrissie and started licking my cum off her tits, then her stomach. Hud entered Rose from behind as Rose’s mouth made it to the nether lips I had just been fucking. She had never eaten out a woman, but she was giving it all she had as Hud started banging her. I watched in amazement as first Chrissie, then Rose and finally Hud orgasmed with Hud shooting his second load all over Rose’s upper back and hair. Everyone collapsed and I just stood and took it all in. 

A few moments later I grabbed Rose and got her dressed the best I could. I took her outside and into our car. She was seemingly spent lying back with her eyes closed against the seat all the way home. I was hard thinking about all the events of the night we just had. When we got home I carried her up to the room and stripped her clothes off and laid her down on her stomach. I went and woke the sitter, paid her and escorted her to her car. When I came back in the room I was hoping she wasn’t asleep or I would be beating off tonight. However, my wife never disappoints. As I crawled closer to her, she murmured, “Baby………” I slightly opened her ass cheeks and gently started licking around the rim of her ass, within minutes I was tongue fucking her and she was coming alive one more time. I placed my dick against her sweet little rosebud and over a couple of minutes worked it in all the way. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck my ass…..I need it, please make me cum one more time. Oh, baby! Yes.” I picked up the pace and rubbed her clit keeping the rhythm of both motions. Soon, I came deep in her ass and she met my climax with her own…….within a couple of minutes she was snoring. I can’t believe what happened tonight, but I’M DAMN GLAD IT DID!



Smoking



I'm kneeling in front of him as he smokes, casually, blowing the smoke in my face. I'm watching the lack of emotion on his face but he's paying me very little attention now, despite my proximity and condition. I'd been here before; on my knees, hands cuffed behind me, a chain from them attached a little more than taunt to the wide collar buckled around my neck, the insides of my thighs more than a little slippery, and my cunt throbbing hard between them. I'd been here many times but tonight had been... different.

I'd been in the shower when he came home, in more of a crass mood than usual. Stepping out of the tub and reaching for the towel, I caught sight of him from the corner of my eye and let out a cry. I don't care who you are, the sight of a cop in your bathroom doorway is still unnerving. Realizing it was him, I chuckled and reached for the towel again, catching my breath. I wonder now had I seen the cold in his dark eyes if I would have treated the situation differently – though, it probably wouldn't have changed the outcome all that much.

He stood still watching me pat my skin dry before telling me he'd had a rough day and telling me what he needed from me. I again, laughed it off, reminding him of my plans for the evening with a dear friend who was in town. I felt a slight chill after my response as a delayed reaction to the way he had told me what he needed. He had told me. Not asked, not requested. He's stated it as though that was the way it was going to be. He had still not moved from the doorway. I'd finished drying and the chills were becoming a little more prevalent, causing my nipples to harden against my best wishes. I faced him and made the mistake of trying to walk past him through the doorway. He put one hand on the far side of the door and stated his case once more; no change in the coolness of his voice. I refused once more and before I could finish the line, his hand came up from the door jamb and pushed against my chest. I never saw the other hand, only felt the shocking sting, hard, on the left side of my face. And how dare I refuse him anything. Who the hell did I think I was? His voice never changed in pitch or volume. He slapped me again, just as hard if not harder, and I stumbled back a step, putting my hand to my cheek, stunned and shaking my head. He came at me again before I could back up any further and had his hand wrapped in my hair in a second. Half pushing, half pulling, he dragged me stumbling from the bathroom down the hallway and into the den. I was cussing, calling him a fucker and a bastard and nearly screaming for him to let me go. We'd had scenes before, many of them, but never without my agreement and never when he was a foul mood. My heart was pounding against my eardrums as he pulled me by my hair to my knees on the floor in front of his chair. When he let go of me and was beginning to sit down, I began to struggle up off the floor to my feet. He put one leg out, the bottom of his boot connecting with my chest close to my left shoulder, pushing me to my back on the floor. 

As he stood up again, and in the split second before I started to get up off the floor again, I noted the change in my body. My skin was burning, nipples had never stopped being hard, and the muscles of my thighs and cunt were tensing. Internally, I told my body to shut the hell up; this is wrong and I'm angry – only angry. In the midst of this thought, he's pushing me over onto my stomach, and though I'm fighting all the way, I soon find myself with my face pressed into the carpet, his knee in my back, and the cuffs being clicked onto my wrists that he's deftly caught. I silently cuss the fact of that fucking uniform coming equipped with such things as I pant for breath. He grabs my hair again, dragging me over to the cedar chest which holds our 'toys'. He manipulates a collar around my neck and buckles it snuggly before spinning around just slightly. I hear chains and struggle just enough to cause some trouble and he stops rummaging through the chest long enough to cuff me across the cheek again. 

My ears ring and I see spots in front of my eyes from this one and to make matters worse, my cunt floods when the chain is fixed through the links between my wrists and pulled taunt to my collar. He pulls me, by the collar this time, struggle to keep up on my knees, back towards his chair. My arms start hurting from the tension of the position they are locked in and I'm getting off against my will at being in this bondage and I'm more than a little pissed at both facts. I make the mistake of trying one last time to get to my feet when I have a chance. He calls me a bitch and, by my hair, pulls and pushes me back down on the floor, struggling the whole time until my face is firmly against the carpet and his boot is on shoulder, holding me in place. I was cussing up to this point but I'm now only gasping for breath and it allows me to hear what he's doing. I know exactly, even without seeing it, what he's doing. After hearing or watching it six nights out of the week for five years, it's hard to miss. He's removing everything on his belt. My brain responds with a silent 'oh shit' and I force myself to go still. I'm still pissed, but even more humiliated that he's going to find out here and now that my body's been staging a mutiny throughout the whole ordeal. I cross my ankles, my ass cheeks tense with the expectation of being separated and my secret being revealed. 

Then there's that sound. The one that always gives me chills; always turns me on. It's the sound of his belt being unbuckled and, then, the sound of it being pulled sharply from the loops. My body tenses and my breath catches in my throat. I don't know where it comes from, but the words 'please' and 'don't' came out of my lips. He makes no response and I break into a fresh sweat in the silence just before the end of the belt strikes my ass hard. I scream in shock and my whole body nearly jumps off the floor. His boot presses down harder on my shoulder and strikes again. Letting loose a cry again as the pain drives hot between my legs, burning through my cunt and only working me up further. 

I lose count of the strikes that fall on my ass during this part of the ordeal. My voice gets harsh from the noises being forced from my throat by the blows and I know, even to my humiliation, that my hips are rocking up off the floor with each hit of the belt on my ass. 

My brain is going over and over all of this, kneeling in front of him as he smokes and I try to keep my hips from rocking. My nipples are still rock hard and I know, should he touch me, that I could respond with nothing less or more than a moan of desire despite the burning of my ass and the ache between my shoulder blades from the position the bondage keeps my arms in. I watch his fingers snub out the cigarette in the ashtray beside him and then he unzipping his pants. My body does shudder and my hips do rock when his dick is out and wrapped in his fist. He grins for the first time I could see all evening and barely keeps from laughing at me. Do I really think I'm getting fucked after all the shit I put him through? I feel my face flush immediately at the question and I'm nearly pissed enough once more to call him a fucker. I won't get fucked; I'm expected to suck his dick.

I remain unmoving, shaking with tension and excitement more so than fear. He does not demand it again; his hand is a blur when it strikes me across the face again. I gasp in shock, but panting, I still silently and unmoving refuse to put my lips to his hard-on. His hand is my hair again, pushing me forward, forcing it into my mouth and I gag when it's pushed down my throat. Tears escape my eyes but my cunt betrays me with oozing still more wetness and tensing at the sensation. He knows I get off sucking his dick, knows I'm a slut about it, knows that I'll normally do it whenever I'm given the chance. I'm whimpering around it, still fighting him but only slightly and he works my head up and down on it by my hair. My hips start rocking of their own accord and I realize, moments later, that his hand is no longer pushing me. I'm sucking his dick hard, my lips pursed tight around it, my tongue rolling over the head on the upstroke, coming down on it, swallowing the whole thing into my throat. I'm whimpering whenever I can take a breath and my hips are rocking hard now. I hear him talking over my own noises, his voice and breath are getting ragged. He tells me I'm not getting fucked tonight; not after all that but I can rub my cunt on his boot if I need to cum that bad. 

I'm nearly shocked enough to lean my mouth back off his dick and if my face could get and redder, it did. But my body doesn't give a fuck how my brain wraps around it – my body needs to cum and it's going to, regardless of the humiliation. I never stop working his dick with my mouth and throat as I spread my knees further apart till my clit is pressed against the leather of his boot between my legs. I groan and my hips rock and he warns me, in short, sharp words that tell me he's close, not to cum before he does. I rock my hips with as much abandon as I suck his dick though, not caring when the fuck I cum anymore but also knowing he's extremely close as his hips are pushing his dick farther down my throat. My thighs tighten just as his hips give on last push on his dick in my mouth and he cums hard down my throat. I flood his boot with my own cum, screaming around his dick as it works in short, sharp thrusts past my tight lips.

He's still trying to catch is breath and I've collapsed as much as I can, my head resting on his thigh; no tension left in either of us. He always gets what he wants.



Smoking!



It was a beautiful night in the city. It had just rained moments ago and you could still smell it in the warm summer air as it evaporated off the pavement. Ben was doing his best to drown out the pleasing odor as he suffused his lungs with more carcinogenic smoke. He sat on his fire escape, legs dangling, as he looked out on the city around him. 

Inside, his girlfriend and her sister were making dinner. Both were attractive with their reddish-brown hair and beautiful figures... but he had to admit, his girlfriend's sister was the more attractive. Sarah was not any slouch, in fact, he considered himself lucky to be with her, but Kelli was just that "little bit more"... little bit better figure, little bit more flirtatious, little bit better eyes, etc. However, Ben always made it a point to try and focus his attention on Sarah when Kelli was around. He knew that Sarah always had felt a little insecure against her sister's natural charms and that she had lost a few boyfriends to her when they were teens. Ben didn't want to make Sarah feel any worse on that topic. 

He took another puff off his cigarette. He had been forced outside, no smoking allowed around Kelli. He didn't really mind, it gave him an excuse to avoid the flirtatious sister. He sometimes wondered how innocent those flirtations actually were. She had stolen boyfriends from Sarah before, after all. 

He looked down at the burning ember in his hand. He wanted to quit smoking. He hated the idea of his will being sapped by such a thing as a little stick of rolled paper & dried leaves. However, this night, it was that will-sapping herb that saved him from a far stronger method of will-suppression.

The sisters had closed the window behind him, so the smell of tobacco wouldn't waft back into the apartment. Ben pondered idle thoughts as his mind lazily buzzed from the nicotine and the glass of wine next to him.

He dimly heard a knock on the apartment's door. Sarah went to open it. Ben started to get up to go inside, but in a fateful decision, opted to finish his cigarette first.

He watched through the closed window as she opened the door. From outside the apartment, a puff of sparkly dust sprayed into her face. She stumbled a couple steps back from the door.

Inside stepped a middle-aged man, well-groomed and dressed in slacks and sport coat. Ben could hear the man fairly well considering that it was through a window and the noise of street traffic surrounded him.

"You will not run, you will not attempt to harm me, or raise any kind of alarm. Is there anyone else home?" the man asked the question casually, but with the air of having said the phrase by rote.

Sarah looked strange. He body was alternating between incredibly stiff, almost frozen and then swooning with her knees wobbling. It would look like she was about to collapse, then she'd straighten again into that almost frozen stance before repeating the swooning state.

"My sister... my sister is here," Sarah replied haltingly, "and my boyfriend is... he is... he's out". 

It was all very strange and it wasn't just Sarah's posture. It was almost like she had been trying to not speak, trying to hold her words back but unable. 

"When is your boyfriend due back?" the man asked calmly. 

Sarah closed her mouth tightly, but even Ben could hear her start to whine through her closed lips.

She whispered something, but Ben couldn't hear what. 

"Ah, well, 'in a few minutes' will be enough time. When he comes through that door, immediately spray this into his face." The man started to hand Sarah a tiny aerosol can, then paused. 

"Of course, you won't, under any circumstances, spray me with it." He then finished handing Sarah the can.

Kelli walked into the room carrying a plate full of baked lasagna. She glanced at the stranger, looked questioning at her sister, and then approached the man.

"Um, hi!" she said brightly extending her hand.

The man nonchalantly reached into his pocket, pulled out an identical spray can, then unloaded it directly into Kelli's face. Kelli reacted just as her sister had a moment earlier. Sarah was now standing calmly, docilely... no evidence of the stiff or swooning postures from earlier. She looked, well, almost bored.

Ben didn't know what was going on. He had listened and watched up till now, but what he had seen wasn't making any sense to him. 

He crouched outside the window, watching stunned as the insane drama continued to play out. Who was this guy? He wasn't anyone he had ever met before. What did that strange spray do? He had been about to go in, but some strange preternatural sense told him to stay put and play it cautious. With the outside darkness, they wouldn't be able to see him from inside the brightly lit room.

The man grabbed a hold of one of the dining room chairs and wedged it under the front door knob of the apartment. 

"There, that will keep your boyfriend out until we're ready to receive him," the man said pleasantly. "Now, I know your name is Sarah, but what is your sister's name?"

Kelli started to give that halting speech that Sarah had used earlier, but Sarah now just replied in a monotone voice,

"kelli."

Kelli slowly regained her posture and also took on a bored, detached pose similar to Sarah's.

"Ah," said the man, "Kelli. Very nice. Well Kelli, I met and briefly spoke to your sister earlier today on the sidewalk and her beauty made quite an impression on me. I decided then and there to make her mine. I didn't know that she had a sister even more beautiful." The man gave a beaming smile.

"Kelli," he continued, "are you involved with anyone? Boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse? Do you have any children?"

Kelli replied in a dead monotone,

"i have a boyfriend. i don't have any children."

"Do you love your boyfriend, Kelli?"

"Ye... Ye... I do," replied Kelli, showing slight signs of struggle in her voice.

"Kelli, you don't love your boyfriend any longer. You don't feel anything for him."

"No," said Kelli, her voice finally emitting some emotion. "You can't." Her body started tensing again, not moving, but muscles visibly tightening over her body.

"Oh, but I can," assured the man. He walked up to Kelli. "Kelli, think about your boyfriend. You don't feel anything for him now. Nothing."

Kelli tried to shake her head, but it was almost as if her body was fighting her, she managed a few short terse shakes, but each one was smaller than the last.

"No. No. I do care for him. i ca... i ca... i...." Her body resumed the relaxed pose again. "i don't feel anything for him. nothing." Again, her voice was devoid of inflection, of emotion.

As Kelli struggled, Ben watched as Sarah also had tried to fight whatever was controlling her... but just like her sister, it came to nothing. After a moment, Sarah's body relaxed again as well.

"Good girl Kelli." The man leaned against the back of the couch. "Now Kelli, I want you to think about how it feels to be deeply in love, far more than anything you might have felt for your sorry ex-boyfriend. Think about how wonderful it feels. How you would do anything for that person and how much you would love doing it. I want you to imagine unconditional love. Absolute love." 

Ben could tell that Kelli knew what was going to happen next. She was shaking her head, her body now violently tensing then going slack, almost like she was going into a seizure while standing up. He tried to come up with a plan of attack, of some idea on how to save the girls. A part of him worried that this could be all some elaborate practical joke, but it was just too weird. Ben was treating this as if it were total and complete reality.

Kelli continued to fight.

"NO! No! No! No!" she repeated. "I'm not going to! I'm not going to think about that! Not about how it feels to be deeply in love... NO! Not think about far more deeply... how wonderful it feels. i would do anything for that person and i would love doing it." Her voice gradually lost it's anger, it's fight. You could hear the conflict drain away until it returned to its empty monotone.

"Kelli," the man said gently, "you deeply love me. You love me absolutely and unconditionally. You love me so much, you worship the ground I walk on."

Tears rolled down Kelli's cheeks. Ben expected to see a repeat of her earlier struggles, but they were greatly subdued now. She sank to her knees, her head bowed.

"No. I don't want to. I don't love you. You're making me feel that way. You can't do this! Please stop this. I don't know how you're doing this, but I want you to stop. Please stop!" She looked up at him, her mascara running down her face as her tears fell harder.

"Please!" she begged her eyes searching his face for some compassion, some sign of mercy. She reached up towards him, pleading. 

Ben watched speechless as Kelli's outstretched arm changed from pleading for mercy to something else. It was evident thru her face, her body, and even that outstretched arm. Her eyes widened, her anguished face easing into a look of wonderment. Ben watched as Kelli fell hopelessly in love with this stranger in a matter of seconds.

The man took Kelli's hand and lifted her up. He took her into his arms and Ben heard Kelli gasp, and then watched as she molded herself to his body.

The man turned to Sarah. 

Ben had to move. He had to do something. Would Sarah really spray him with the strange can if he entered the apartment? Could he get inside and take the guy out before the stranger was able to spray Ben himself? Damn! He had to do something before the guy twisted Sarah's mind like he had Kelli's. It was just that there was no way he could enter the apartment through this window, it would take too long and be too noticeable. If he went down the fire escape and went in through the front door, then Sarah or the man would spray him before he could help anyone. 

He glanced over at the bedroom window. Sarah loved having the window open at night, maybe she hadn't latched it! He'd have to jump to make it, but it might be doable.

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Sarah didn't understand what was happening. She remembered meeting the man on the street, he just seemed like a gentleman who just wanted to flirt with her. She admittedly flirted back a little bit, but she did tell him that she had a boyfriend. She had never expected to see him again.

When she opened the door to him, he had sprayed her with that strange chemical. It had smelled a little like cotton candy, very sugary. Then, things got weird. It was the most peculiar sensation. She just simply didn't care. Her mind and body now merely existed without any drive or purpose. She tried to fight it, but the will to fight also drained out of her. When the man spoke, she recognized those words as purpose, as meaning.

He told her to guard the door, and that was now her only purpose in life. She had no other purpose other than to spray Ben when he walked thru that door. It was like the chemical washed out all her feelings and thoughts, leaving them a pale and faded version of what was there before... while the man's words were a strong and indelible ink, permanently imprinting themselves on top of her old self.

"Sarah," the man said walking over to her with an arm around Kelli, "your sister is very attractive. Isn't she?"

Sarah always knew her sister was the more attractive of the two of them, but she could feel the man's words pressing down on her brain. As she looked at Kelli, she could see how attractive her sister really was. Her cute little nose, her round doe-like eyes, her well-toned body....

"Sarah," the man continued, "do you have any bisexual tendencies?"

Sarah knew what was going to happen now. She tried to fight it. She willed her body to move. She wanted to fight the man, to hit him... but his earlier command to not harm him squashed those ideas in her before they could even fully form. They just faded away the moment she even had an inkling of thinking about it. 

She thought about running, maybe she could make it out the front door.... The front door. She was supposed to watch the front door and spray Ben the moment...

She could quickly feel herself losing the will to fight. She felt such despair, it was hopeless. Part of her hoped that Ben might be able to save them... but it was a momentary thought. She could feel a part of her responding to the man's words.

"no," she replied, the fight in her again gone.

"Well then Sarah, I think perhaps you need to expand your horizons. Kelli, I want you to listen to this too."

The man gently extricated himself from Kelli's clinging embrace. 

"You are both sisters. Sisters love each other. You are both sisters and you love each other deeply. Look into each other's eyes. Feel that love."

Sarah looked into Kelli's eyes. She did love her sister. She did, the man's words didn't alter anything there. She tried to convey some sense of sorrow for their predicament to Kelli, but Kelli's expression looked spacey, almost fawning. 

Dammit! Kelli was now so deeply in love with the stranger that she truly wanted to obey him and wouldn't consider fighting anything he said. Sarah felt so sad for her sister, forced into becoming an emotional slave to this evil, evil man. She wanted to protect Kelli from him. She loved her sister so much, so very, very much. She'd do anything for her. She moved forward and took Kelli into her arms. She hugged her sister close. She deeply loved her.

"Now," continued the man, "you may have not known this before, but you are both bisexual. You've always found each other attractive, but now you have to admit to each other that there is also a sexual attraction there. You not only love your sister, but you deeply lust after her too. Luckily, I came here and helped you realize that. Now, you are able to fully indulge in your emotions for each other. Do so. Now."

Sarah hugged her sister closer. NO! She didn't want this. She didn't want this man to poison her love for her sister. It was wrong and it was evil. She wasn't bisexual! Neither was Kelli! It was this man! He was making them that way! She wasn't going to enter into an incestuous relationship with her sister, no matter what the man said!

She was angry, frustrated, but those emotions also felt as faded as the rest of her old self. At least she felt her love for her sister warm and blazing in her thoughts. She hugged Kelli closer. She could fight the man with her love for Kelli. She just needed to stay true to that emotion.

She could feel Kelli shifting slightly in her embrace. Kelli's arms now started to move across Sarah's back. 

"sarah," Kelli began, sounding slightly embarrassed even in her montone. Sarah could feel her sister's blush... Kelli's cheek was so hot against hers.

"Sarah," Kelli began again with more emotion, her right arm sliding lower on sister's back. 

"No, Kelli! You've got to fight it!" begged Sarah. She pulled Kelli closer into her embrace, firmly grasping her as if clinging to a lifeline.

She was acutely aware of Kelli's hand sliding down to her buttock and also pulling that deeper into the embrace. She could feel Kelli's thigh sliding in between her legs.

She wasn't bisexual, dammit! Neither of them were. Well, she didn't really know about Kelli. Kelli was always a little more wild than she was. She never had any bisexual tendencies though! Yeah, she knew Kelli was attractive. That was obvious to anyone. Kelli had a beautiful body with those firm, high breasts... those perfect little nipples that just.... She shook her head. She loved her sister and she wasn't going to let this man warp their love into something perverted, no matter how sensual it was.

"Sarah," Kelli breathed into her ear. "I have a confession." Her voice sounded sultry, seductive.

Sarah now tried to break the embrace. She loved her sister deeply, but she couldn't save her by holding onto her like this. By embracing in love like they had, it was giving rise to other feelings... 

Her ear tingled where Kelli was nuzzling, she could feel Kelli's thigh rubbing, grinding against her, and she could feel what these sensations were doing to her. Her breathing felt tight, she could feel her body trembling.

"Sarah," Kelli looked into her panicking siblings eyes, "I not only love you, but i deeply lust after you too". Even though she was just repeating what the man had said, her tone was the total opposite of its earlier monotone, it was filled with heat and emotion.

Sarah could feel it too. After being sprayed, she had felt washed out, faded. Except with whatever the man had said. Whatever he said, she felt with a strange intensity... and now she could feel love and, dare she admit it, lust for her sister. She felt those emotions stronger than any she had ever felt in her life and she had to admit it.

"Kelli, I love you too and... and... I want you.... I... i... oh god... I love you so much and I want you so bad!" Tears streaming down her cheeks, she grabbed her sister and kissed her hard on the lips.

Sarah could feel her lust rising even higher as they kissed. Her sister was so sexy, so hot... she wanted to kiss all over her body, to taste her. They tore at each other's clothes.

The man leaned back against the couch and watched as the two sisters fell to the floor, pulling and ripping at each others garments. 

He idly thought that it was a shame that the boyfriend had been gone. It would have made for a more interesting scene. Well, the man should be back any minute and once sprayed into docility, he would provide even further entertainment for the evening.

He heard a noise behind him, and he turned....

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Sarah was rubbing Kelli's sopping pussy through her panties while Kelli howled in orgasm. Sarah ripped the panties off and started licking and kissing the precious little orchid in front of her. She felt Kelli's hands on her cunt now, rubbing her... it was so delicious! She could feel her orgasm building. 

She felt Kelli's tongue enter her and she too started orgasming. It was paradise. She had never made love so fiercely. She totally loved her sister, was totally in lust with her. It was pure emotion throbbing through her clit.

They laid together, basking in the glow of their intense orgasms. Slowly, tenderly, they finished stripping off the rest of their clothes. Then, ever so lovingly, they proceeded to make love, enjoying every touch, relishing every kiss.

Sarah now admitted that she was bisexual, but she could only envision being with Kelli. Everyone else she thought of came across as faded, as pale imitations of emotion, but Kelli... she blazed in Sarah's soul.

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As the two sisters continued their now tender lovemaking, oblivious to everything else, Ben continued his inquisition. 

He had made it in through the bedroom window, watched as his girlfriend started to kiss her own sister, and realized that the man was more distracted than he would ever be. Ben was going to slug him with his old baseball bat, but at some point the man had set Sarah's spray can on the end table. Ben had managed to pick it up and then empty its contents into the man's face.

The tables had indeed turned.



Smoking at the Party



We were finally in the car, and Jeff was driving us to the party. My best friend Nikki and her husband Troy finally got around to throwing housewarming party at their condo even though they've lived there for almost a full year now. The party started at 8:00 but here it was going on 10:30 because my fiancé Jeff said that he had to finish up some work at home.

"We should really pick something up to give them." I say trying to hold back the annoyance in my voice for Jeff making us so late.

"I thought we were 'late enough already'", he retorted trying to mock me.

I glared at him, "Don't EVEN try to be an asshole tonight." It's your fault that we are running so..."

"All right, all right. I'm sorry" he interjected cutting me off, "let's not fight tonight. And it's too late to pick anything up, we're almost there." "But I love you." He added trying to be playful.

"I love you too." I relented. I was definitely still annoyed with him though.

We pulled up to the condo and the party was till going strong, but someone must have just left because we were able to get a parking spot right out front. Nikki and Troy answered the door together when we rang the bell. 

"Hey! Oh, nice of you to make it." Nikki teased as she hugged me.

"Yeah, sorry, we had some stuff to do first," I told them, while glaring at Jeff, as we finished up our greetings. Nikki was swaying a little bit and Troy looked like he was feeling no pain either.

"Well, you have to catch up" she said. "I've got margaritas all ready for you." Me and Nikki always have a great time together; we are almost identical in our likes and tastes. Our appearances, however, could not be more different. She is petite, 4'5" really pretty tan skinned asian. Though her breasts are on the small side, A cup, she had a killer body that she seemed not to have to work very hard on maintaining, lucky her. I on the other hand am about 1 inch taller but have more on my body frame. I'm not really chubby since my size is fairly proportional, but I do have to work much harder to keep my weight in check. And though my breasts are large, they are fortunately quite firm and have been known to turn some heads.

Both myself and Nikki don't smoke cigarettes normally but just like other times we've drank, we were working our way through a pack of Camels she had bought for tonight. Jeff doesn't like it when I smoke so I occasionally would catch a slightly disapproving eye from him. I just smiled and waved though and he would sigh and look away.

It seems it didn't take long to catch up at all in terms of getting our drinks on, an hour and a half later I was feeling heavily buzzed and Jeff was as well, based on how loud he was being talking to his friends in the living room.

Someone started up the grill again so we were all out in the yard when Troy mentioned that he had some killer weed and asked if anyone wanted to join him. Nikki passed because she didn't like it that much and Jeff was too busy in the middle of some drinking game. Myself, another two friends we both knew, Angie and her roommate Carla, took him up on his offer.

"Let's head up to the roof so we don't bother anyone," Troy suggested. 

It hit me how much I had to drink when we were winding up the stairs and had to climb out a window to get to the roof. But we made it up all right and it was a great night, soon we were toking and feeling awesome sitting on a perch section a few feet from the edge. We could hear the party still in high gear below us as we passed the joints around. 

Carla just stayed for a couple passes around before she headed back down claiming she would otherwise fall and break her neck. We were laughing, having a good time and in the course of conversation, with Angie talking about her new boyfriend, the topic inevitably turned to sex and we were definitely getting all playful and flirty. Now Troy is a very attractive man, 6 foot with a gorgeous body(I've seen him in a swimsuit), and I've flirted innocently with him before, both in front of Nikki and not, it's something nearly all our group of friends do so it's no big deal. 

So after trading stories about sexual experiences and fantasies we were getting a little worked up. Angie took this time to groan and announce that she had enough and was going to head downstairs.

"I've got to pay you for this and the stuff from before first," she told Troy.

"You don't have to worry about it now," he assured her.

"No, no, no, no." she slurred slightly. "I've got the money now, I don't want to owe you anything."

"$40 will cover the stuff from before, you don't need to worry about anything else." He relented.

"Cool" was her reply and she paid him, kissed him on the cheek and was on the way back in the window when I turned to Troy.

"Jeeze, I don't have any money on me but I'll pay you later for my part." I told him.

"Please, please don't worry about it, it's on me." He assured me.

"Well, I'll make it up to you, I'll convince Nikki that you guys should have that threesome you want." I teased him.

"Hmmm, THAT would be nice, would you be number three?" he asked slyly.

"Oh, I don't know if Jeff would go for that." I laughed and playfully slapped his arm.

"Shhhh," he whispered with a wink, "he doesn't need to know.

"Ahhhhh, you are baaaaad." I chided. But even as drunk and high as I was I was also getting bashful. "I think we had better head downstairs now." I said as I took one last deep toke and handed him the joint.

"Sure. Just one more thing though." Troy said as he got up and stood in front of me. I thought he was joking at first when his fingers undid the button on his jeans and began to pull his zipper down. But I realized that he wasn't kidding and my jaw dropped when he pushed his jeans and boxers down a little and pulled out his already hard cock. It seemed the same length as my fiancés, maybe a little longer, but it was obviously thicker around and the head was much longer, it almost looked weird. I was still sitting so I was head to head with it.

"I hear that you are extremely good at this," Troy said, smiling as he slowly stroked up and down its length. I couldn't help but smiling incredulously a little, I was speechless. He took another step foreword and put his right hand to the back of my head I looked up to his face. My mouth was still open with shock as he slowly put his cockhead to my parted lips and pushed into my mouth, and I let him. My lips closed around him and accommodated the entry of his dick into my mouth. He softly began fucking my mouth and I started sucking him, I couldn't believe this was happening. I knew I was both drunk and high, but I would have never thought I would be giving head to my best friend's husband at a party where my fiancé was just downstairs. It looks like I would be paying for his weed that I smoked after all.

There was a kissing sound as I moved my head back and let his cock slip from my mouth and looked up at him. He looked a little disappointed at first but that changed when I began rapidly jerking him off with my hand.

"Can you be quick?" I asked him almost in a whisper as I looked beyond him to the window for the stairs down. I really didn't want to be caught up here.

"Oh yeah, I promise" he reassured me.

I took a look behind me to see if anyone below could see us and gave the window one last look before I leaned my head into him and licked and kissed his length up and down gently the way that drives Jeff crazy before I sucked his cock back into my mouth. I bobbed my head on his cock slowly at first but quickened the pace thinking we should finish before we got caught. Also, I was getting into it. 

I remembered wondering if he had actually heard that I was good at giving blowjobs like he said. I have been told more than a few times that I was talented, and I know that I am. I also wondered if Jeff was the one who told Troy how good I was. Though I felt guilty, I was able to reason that if he had, than he had some responsibility in this happening as well. Also, I reminded myself, oral sex is not technically cheating. Also, I was present when Nikki cheated on Troy at a wild bachelorette party two years ago so that kept my guilt down a little.

The party chatter came up from downstairs but the roof was quiet except for the little suction noises I was making as I was felating him, Troy let out soft moans occasionally and started fondling my breasts. I was definitely getting excited knowing that Nikki or Jeff could come up at any time and I would be caught with Troy's cock in my mouth. And damn, anyone would be able to see us if the just wandered far enough in the yard past the patio and looked up. 

He started tugging my shirt up so I raised my arms to let him pull it off, it only took another few seconds before he managed my bra clasp and I was naked from the waist up and he was increasing his fondling of my tits. A minute later I could tell Troy was getting close to cumming, and I decided maybe I didn't want this over so quickly after all. Another kissing sound as I let his dick slip from my lips. I pushed his pants and boxers all the way down before slowly kissing and licking the length up and down until I reached his balls. I gently and thoroughly licked and sucked each one before softly tonguing his sandbar. This is another thing I found men absolutely love. Ever so gently I tongued the edge of his rectum eliciting more soft moans from him.

"Oh, you are a goddess." He whispered adding fuel to my fire.

I could feel my wetness spreading in my panties, and I thought it's for the best that he is not asking to have sex. The way I was feeling right now, I would let him fuck me there on the roof. However, I quickly admitted that I wanted him to fuck me, and I wondered how that large head of his would feel moving inside of me. I attacked his cock again with my mouth and was now sucking him off for all I was worth being as horny as I was. 

I was moaning as well around his cock and just right before I caved and told him to fuck me there on the roof, he started grunting and was tensing up. Now I had nearly had my mouth all the way off of him to let him know he could put it in me, but I was able to resume the blowjob without skipping a beat just in time. 

His first spurt of cum hit me on my back molar and the next one hit the back of my throat nearly causing me to gag. I kept sucking and caught his last three squirts. I slowed my mouth down and finally let his softening cock slip from my mouth a final time. I swallowed it all and looked up at him, I knew he would like me swallowing because Nikki told me that she doesn't ever do that. He was already tucking and zipping up and he held out his hand to help me to my feet.

"That was amazing, thanks. Nikki never swallows for me." He confided.

"Yeah, I've heard that rumor." I reply to him. "We should get back to the party."

He kissed me on the lips and rubbed my breasts a final time before he handed me my bra and shirt, which I quickly put on.

We got to the window and he stopped me just before going down. "Listen", he said "I might be getting my hands on some coke for this weekend. Would you be interested at all?" he asked.

"I don't know," I smiled, "I can only imagine what I would have to do to pay you for that."

He laughed as he climbed in the window and led the way downstairs. "I'll let you know if I can get it."

He kissed my cheek just as we were nearing the final set of stairs. We quickly found our partners and rejoined the party. Though no one seemed to notice we had left and came back, now that I was out of the moment I felt really bad about doing this to my best friend and fiancé. We stayed about an hour and a half more and I convinced myself that I wouldn't do anything like that with Troy ever again. 



Smoking Buddies



This is a true story, though I've changed the names and other details for obvious reasons. I admit that I am a horrible, untrustworthy person. I confess this. I share this story not to cleanse and absolve myself, but because I enjoyed it so much I want to relive it. If you enjoy reading it, then I'm happy to oblige. If you didn't enjoy it and think I'm an asshole, please tell me. I appreciate your honesty. I'm untrustworthy but I am honest. 

~

"Holy shit, Heather looks great." I wasn't expecting anything but ya gotta understand: Heather usually doesn't look like this.

I was looking at one of my fellow soldiers: Heather Denneson, as she was walking up the steps to the bar. She was in tight jeans, a tight fitting black long-sleeve shirt, and her straight long blonde hair was down on her shoulders. This was the first time I'd seen her in civilian clothes. And it was the first time I'd seen her hair down. 

Her small round face was graced with dimples, a few freckles, green eyes, and a dented chin. Her lips were a little thin and her curved nose was a little big for the rest of her face. In fact, in her duty uniform, with her hair up in a bun, she was as average looking as it got. The uniform doesn't exactly flatter the body. But tonight those jeans and that shirt were her best friends. 

Heather was a country girl from southern Georgia, complete with the accent. She was country, but she was sharp. She'd joined the unit a couple years before so we knew each other quite well. But since it was just a reserve unit, we rarely saw each other. We didn't interact much outside of the Military. But she was just one of the guys. One of the belching, cussing, spitting, smoking, beer drinking guys. She was fun. 

My reserve unit is about an hour from my house. I could go home each night, and some times do. But when there's an early morning work call, that extra hour of sleep matters. So on those nights I'll get a hotel in the area. On that particular night Sarah, my girlfriend, was giving me shit. So I was only too happy to stay in the Country Inn there in town. By not so much of a coincidence, Heather was staying there too. This was the hotel being sponsored by the reserves for us. 

After a particularly rough day of working on HMV's, a few of us who were staying at the hotel agreed to meet at the Tipsy Pig, a bar within stumbling distance of the hotel. Again, this is no coincidence. We agreed on a place and time at which myself, Heather, and 3 other guys would lick our wounds over a few pitchers of beer. That was literally all I expected. 

After formation was dismissed, we shot the shit for a few minutes and reestablished our next meeting place and time. Beer-thirty we called it. While driving to the hotel I called Sarah to tell her my plans for the evening. I half expected her to be a little boo-hooy and try to change my mind. (We live together) Instead she did the opposite. She went off on me over simple, stupid shit. 

I'd done a few domestic chores around our house before I left for drill, and now she was going to let me know in meticulous detail how wrong I'd done them. I can take criticism but I don't do attitude. So after her third stark reprimand of my performances, I conjectured that her demeanor was likely the result of a monthly biological process. I'd honestly intended that as a joke to lighten her up a bit. That being said, I'm sure you can imagine how it actually went. I couldn't get the phone away from my head fast enough. 

"Look, Sarah," I said, deciding to cut the crap. "There's no right way or wrong way to fold fucking shirts and towels. There's your way and my way. And if you don't like my way, I won't inconvenience you with it anymore." 

"If you don't fold them the RIGHT way," she shot back, "they don't fit in the closet just right."

"They fit fine." I said. "It's a big closet. 

"No they don't. The stacks are all crooked."

"Who cares? It's a closet. No one sees a damned closet."

That was as rational as I could make it but the conversation went into an irreversible tailspin from there. It finally ended when I was pulling into the hotel parking lot. 

"I'm at the hotel, Sarah. I'm gonna go get checked in. I'll talk with you later. Have a good night." Her response was a "Humph" and a barely audible "fuck you, too." as she hung up. I was feeling a headache coming on. 

I know what you're thinking: Hell. I ask myself the same question all the time. The answer is; I don't know, it's complicated. Some days are just the happiest. We get each other on a level most people don't even comprehend. But there are days when I'm reaching for a bottle or a suitcase, whichever I find first. Since I'm still there that must tell you how far away the suitcases are kept. Anyway, where was I?

I pitched the phone into the passenger seat and went inside to get my room. By the time I was checked in and changed out of my uniform I'd all but forgotten about Sarah's tirade. It was almost beer-thirty. 

At around 10 or so that morning I was laying on a creeper under a truck working a ratchet when someone kicked my foot. 

"Hey dickhead, come smoke with me." Denneson said in her standard country drawl. 

"Gimme a sec'." I said tightening up the last couple of bolts. 

"Hurry up."

"Just go on out. I'll be there in just a second. What's your rush?"

"I don't have any." She said glumly. She wanted to bum a cigarette. 

Out by the smoking curb we BS'd about the day, other soldiers, and our respective partners. Sarah and I, as some of the guys knew, had our great days and our not-so-great days. Denneson and her husband, as most of us knew, had their okay days, and their really fucked up days. 

"He cleaned me out again." She said through a puff of Marlboro. "That's why I don't have any fucking smokes."

"You shitting me?" I said. 

"Nope. Still hadn't found another job, and still thinks he can keep a fridge full of beer. Asshole tried claiming me on his tax return a couple weeks ago, along with my return."

"Wow. What a dick."

"I know, tell me about it."

"I've told you: you two need separate accounts."

"I know, but every time I start to mention it, he blows the fuck up. It's just not worth the headache."

"Is it worth it being out of money? Out of smokes?"

"Nah. Alright, I'll see." She said. 

"Okay. Hey, some of us are going to the pig tonight after work. You wanna come?" I asked. 

"Nah. Thanks though." She said.

"C'mon. You of all people need it tonight. Plus, you never go out with us."

She responded by making the empty pockets gesture. 

"Pfft. I've got you covered. Now you're coming out for beer-thirty, or I'm dragging you by the hair."

"Threaten me with a good time, will ya? Alright fine." She relented. With that we flicked our butts and went back to work. 

At the Tipsy Pig, over beer, wings and fries, the guys and I were bitching about the truck we were collectively working on all day. We enjoyed a laugh at the expense of Smith who'd smashed his hand (not bad). And we collectively groaned and cussed at the mention of the slave driving motor sergeant who made us all the victims of his short temper and high expectations. Denneson, however, had apparently stood us up. Then Copland looked past me and said, "Hey. Look who decided to join us." I turned to see her walking in. 

"What took you so long, Dennison?" Aikerson said. 

"It's Heather tonight, fuckfaces." She said, then she looked at me, "I sent you a text. I said I was gonna be a little late." It was only then that I remembered that my phone was still in the car where I'd tossed it after Sarah's meltdown.

"I was on the phone with Luke." (Her husband)

"Oh?" I said. "How'd that go?" She just rolled her eyes as she sat and reached for a glass and the pitcher of beer. And just like that, we were all laughing, joking, smoking, and cussing again. To Denneson - Heather, we were either dickhead or fuckface. Smith was called a pussy for bitching about his hand. Seeing her like this; genuinely laughing, and happy, and relaxed, she took on a whole different image than just one of the guys in the Motorpool. She was actually kind of cute. I found myself checking her out. 

As the evening progressed, one by one the guys headed out. Heather was again calling them pussies, but that's because she was barely tipsy whereas we all had a head start on her, and were pretty good and drunk. But since I'd invited her, I stayed to keep her company. We continued to joke with each other until the rest of beer was finished off. As we made our way up the sidewalk to the hotel, her mood shifted a bit. 

"Thanks." She said to me. "I really needed this."

"That bad?" I replied. 

She rolled her eyes again and made an exasperated sound. 

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked. 

"The sonofabitch called ME the selfish one. I'm selfish for joining the army and leaving him alone when I go to drill. I'm selfish for not wanting him to have a few beers. And I'm selfish for 'hogging' the money." She said. 

"Wow. So what are you gonna do?"

She thought for a moment. "I don't know. I just don't want to move back in with my parents."

We went back and forth on the subject of her no-so married bliss until we reached the hotel parking lot. Once there, she asked me how things were with Sarah and I. But given the gravity of her domestic issues, mine weren't worth mentioning so I just shrugged. 

"Fine."

From where we entered the parking lot, we were closer to the side entrance. That side of the building was deserted as was that hallway inside the hotel. As we approached the door, we stopped to say our goodnights. 

"Thanks again," I really appreciate it." She said. And as I was about to answer her she leaned in and hugged me. I expected this to be a simple expression of gratitude, but she let the hug linger. Then she sniffled. I was surprised to see that tough country girl exterior finally crack. 

I'll take this opportunity to admit my next move was that of a selfish asshole. I saw an opportunity and I took full advantage. 

With her arms around me and her head on my shoulder I had direct access to her neck and ears: a carnal weakness of mine. I leaned in, under the guise of tightening the embrace, putting my face on her neck just behind her ears, then I inhaled deeply. She smelled so good. With my face nuzzled up on her like that my cock began to stiffen. 

At first we just stood like that with my lips pressed against the milky, smooth skin of her slender neck, then I gave up the ruse of the tender embrace and began kissing and nipping at her neck. She tensed and froze. 

I half expected her to push me away and punch me. But she just stood there. So I nipped my way around her jawline to her chin, then her lips. Then I could look into her eyes. They were wide open. 

"You okay?" I asked her. She just nodded. I cupped her face and brushed her hair from her forehead before I leaned in and kissed her full on. It was do or die at this point. She finally responded by returning the kiss, leaning her body into mine, and moaning a sigh of relief. She darted her tongue around mine. I held her face and stroked her hair. At any moment, someone could have come down the hall to the side door, seen us, and we'd have been busted. Big trouble. That idea wasn't lost on her. She pulled away. 

"Is everything okay?" I asked, worried that she'd changed her mind and now things would be awkward.

"Yeah," She said confidently. "But let's get out of public view, huh?"

Strong Denneson was back. With that we both hurried through the outside door, then just to the right was the stairwell door. We sprinted through that and started making out again as we attempted to climb the stairs. Did I mention that we were drunk? 

We stumbled on the first step and, in a fit of hysterics, landed seated next to each other on the steps. I hefted myself up, then reached down to help her up, but she stopped. From this position she was at eye level with my belt. She raised her eyebrows, bit her lip, and giggled. 

"How long has it been since I've sucked a cock?" She asked herself as she reached up and started opening my pants. When she pulled my boxers down and my dick sprang forward it almost hit her in the face. That prompted more laughter from both of us. Then she took me in her hand and massaged me a few strokes. I was already dripping precum so she worked it into her strokes. 

I had to grab the handrail to keep from falling over as she took me into her hot mouth and moaned. At first, she quickly took me all the way into her mouth until her nose was on my belly. Then she slowly backed out, moving her tongue side to side until she reached the head then she did it again, and again, and again. Then she picked up rhythm and incorporated her hand. With one hand stabilizing myself on the hand rail, I stroked her hair with the other. Then I slowly moved my hand down her head, down her neck, then reached inside her shirt and started rubbing her tits. She moaned again. She bobbed her head and jacked her hand furiously on my dick, moaning with every pass until I was just about to cum. 

But instead, we heard a door open on the level above us, and footsteps heading down. We had only a few seconds before we were busted. 

As soon as we heard the door we jolted. Heather quickly scrambled to her feet almost knocking me over, and I struggled to maintain balance and stuff my hardon back into my pants. That is actually more painful than I would have thought. 

Both of us were laughing to each other as Smith came down the landing just as I had finished zipping my pants and turning around. He was holding a ziplock bag of ice water on his smashed hand. 

"You guys just getting back?" He said none too suspicious. He hadn't seen anything. 

"Yeah" we both said in unison, and almost too hurriedly. 

He shot us a sideways glance, "You look like you both sprinted back."

We looked at each other, still trying not to laugh, then shrugged and didn't say anything. 

"Alright. I'm just going to the ice machine and have a smoke. " he said gesturing to his ice pack. "Wanna join me?"

We both politely declined under the guise of being drunk and tired. 

"Okay" he said stepping into the hallway. "See you tomorrow."

We said our good nights to him as he left for the ice machine. Once the stairwell was empty we looked at each other with a "well now what?" Look. 

"That was pretty stupid of us." Heather said in a less jovial tone. 

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "We would have been in so much shit."

Her tone, and the fact that she started walking up the stairs suggested to me that we'd had our fun and now it was time to grow up and go to bed. Then she looked back at me as I started walking behind her. 

"Which floor are you on? Mine's on the 4th and I don't feel like climbing all that."

"I'm on the second." I said almost too triumphantly. 

As soon as we'd made it to my room and closed the door, another persona emerged: she was apprehensive. She turned to me but looked off somewhere else while she thought. 

"Look, um. Before we go any further, I need to know that you won't go telling everybody. I don't want that kind of reputation: the girl that gets drunk and gives it up." She slurred. 

Her cheeks and nose were red. She was definitely drunk. She wasn't completely out of her mind, though. She knew what she was saying. And she knew what she was about to do. 

I don't exactly consider my promising to keep our little tryst to myself a noble act. There wasn't much honorable about this. But at the time I felt like it was. And now here I am breaking that vow to you all. 

After I promised, the ice began to melt a little. Again I put my arms around her waist drawing her into me. She moaned, almost whimpered as I leaned to one side nipping her neck again. At first she was unresponsive and I feared she would clam up again. But slowly she started moving her hands around my body. I turned her face to mine and we pressed each other's lips together. Then she parted her lips and projected her tongue into my mouth. I returned with my tongue. 

At first, the kissing was slow and tender. But as we attempted to make our way to the bed we picked up intensity. We were pulling at each other's shirts and pants while still making out. I kicked off my shoes, she unfastened her pants. I grappled with her shirt while she pulled at mine. It was a furious frenzy of clothes, lips and tongues. 

When we were both down to our underwear I pushed her backwards onto the bed. She giggled, propped herself up on her elbows and shot me a sly, seductive glare while she bit her lip. Seeing her with one knee raised, half her lower lip between her teeth in a black thong and matching lacy bra was all I could stand. I reached down, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her towards me, parting her legs. 

I knelt down at the edge of the bed with her knees on either side of my head. I leaned over and began nipping and tonging her inner thigh while I reached up and massaged her mound through the sheer fabric of her tiny lacy panties. She instantly responded. Her back arched and her pelvis pushed against my fingers. But again, her moans were soft and subtle. As my face inched closer to her I could feel the warmth coming from her. The closer I kissed up her thigh the more she writhed. Her crescendo came before I even reached her. I was licking the crevice between her thigh and her panty line when she clenched down on my head almost too hard, grabbed my hair, tensed her whole body, and undulated a vocal response through her teeth. 

As she came down from the orgasm, she relaxed her legs and hands' grip on my head while she caught her breath. 

"Wow. It's been a while, hasn't it?" I asked her. 

"Yeah." She said still breathing heavy. "I guess it has. That was fucking intense."

We shared a small laugh together at that. Then I reached up and and slid my hands down the sides of her beautiful body nibbling at her waist and belly until I reached the base of her navel. I grabbed the sides of her thong. She breathed in sharply and held her breath as I slowly slipped them over her wide hips revealing a modestly trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair over a red and slightly engorged, glistening pussy. 

I parted her knees and picked up where I left off, at inside of her hip joint right next to her lips. I trailed my tongue over and across her lips, then slowly probed the crease in her pussy. I lapped at her mound in broad strokes, tasting her, then slowly pushing my tongue into her. The deeper I licked her the tighter her fists clenched my hair, drawing me deeper still. I sucked her clit into my lips and teased it with the tip of my tongue. This resulted in tighter fists and more whimpers. Still flicking her clit, I reached up and began teasing into her with my middle finger. She was tight, warm, wet, and soft. Her whimpers became almost as sobs and she began to convulse. A wave of juices came over me as another wave of orgasms came over her. 

Since the moment I got my lips against her smooth skin, nipped her neck, held her warm body against mine, smelled her beautiful fragrance - a mix of some flowery body wash and her own scent - and just breathed her in down in the parking lot, my dick was straining for attention. Then having Smith interrupt us in the stairs, and now watching her get off twice in as many minutes, I was almost in pain. I was dying to be inside of her. 

Once more she was coming down from the high of her orgasm as I climbed up the length of her body and joined her on the bed. I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She grabbed and discarded it on the floor with the rest of the clothes. 

I took a moment to admire her completely nude. She had a couple moles just above her breasts. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide. She had a slight bulge in her belly and her legs were toned from all the running we do. Her breasts were small, as were her nipples. They were about the size of a dime. Her cheeks were flushed pink and she had a mild sheen of perspiration. 




Smoking Buddies



"So," I said as I kicked off my boxers and propped up next to her on my elbow. Then I reached over to massage one of her modest B-cups. "Tell me what you want."

She thought for a second, "I don't know."

"Well, what do you like?" 

"I don't know." She repeated. 

I gave her a confused look. "How do you not know what you like in bed?"

"Well," she shrugged sheepishly, "like you said: it's been a while."

"Okay," I said. "Why don't we just take it slow and see where we go."

She smiled at me. "Okay."

I leaned in and kissed her again as I slowly rolled over on top of her. She paused for a second and looked at me. 

"I don't... I don't have any protection." She said almost apologetically. 

"Neither do I." I said. "But I'm fixed."

"Really?" She said more curious than anything. And I wasn't lying. A vasectomy is good money spent. 

She smiled at that, then kissed me again. I returned the kiss and she turned and arched her head back giving me complete access to her neck and ears. It's as if she knew. 

I licked and sucked behind her ear as she shifted her hips, positioning herself for me. I positioned myself right on the edge of her pussy and humped the length of myself against the outside of her lips, coating myself in her wetness. Then I drew back, placed myself right outside of her, and slowly pushed. 

She bit her lower lip again, but different this time. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. I didn't know if she were in pain or not. Slowly I played myself into her. She put her arms around me, wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. At full penetration, I paused to see if she were okay, and just to enjoy the sensation. She felt incredible. Her soft velvety folds fit almost too tight around my member. But she was so wet that I slid into her with ease. 

At that moment I was more than a little miffed at Luke, her husband. He could have been enjoying this on a regular basis. Instead he was content to just rip her off and let her go so long without that she didn't even know what turned her on. 

I slowly backed out of her. She moaned slightly. I leaned up to look into her now open eyes. She wasn't in pain, she was in ecstasy. Again I lowered myself into her and again she moaned and bit her lip. 

"Oooh Gawud." She said softly as I began a slow cadence with my hips. 

"How long has it been?" I asked her. 

"Too long." She slowly said through another moan. 

I picked up pace while watching her, measuring her responses. Her hands were all over my body. She began rocking her hips in rhythm with mine. Her undulations were also keeping time with me. We continued to gain momentum until I couldn't take it any longer. She'd even taken a page from my book and began nipping and licking at my neck. I tried not to but hearing her moan and groan, feeling her hands moving all over me, I knew I was about to cum. I quickened my pace as fast as I could. She, in turn, got louder with each thrust. As I was about to cum she sank her nails into my sides and bit my ear. 

It was like I had been hit by a lightning bolt. Each shot I pumped into her reverberated throughout my entire body. I could feel it all the way into my finger tips. I tried to contain my own vocal response by keeping my teeth and lips clenched. We were, after all, in a hotel. Once the initial shockwave was over, I mustered the strength to roll off of her. Now it was my turn to try and catch my breath. Once I'd done that, I looked over at her. She was flushed even redder and wetter. She was also coming down from another orgasm of her own. I was so engulfed in my own that I didn't notice she was cumming too. 

We smiled at each other, sharing in the afterglow. She turned onto her side and propped her head on her arm.

"I guess it's been a little while for you too." She said. 

I shrugged. "Yeah, lately she's not been in the mood."

"I know the feeling."

She snuggled up to me and we shared stories about our partners. The good times and the not-so-good ones. We imparted our advice. Here, in each other's arms the steps seemed so simple: you're unhappy, you change what it is that makes you unhappy. In the real world, though, it's not so simple. All said and done, at least for now, we were resigned to our places. 

We also drifted into the territory of our mutual infidelity: Why did we do it? How could we justify it? Could we even justify it beyond ourselves. Would we continue doing it or just have this one night? After mulling it over, we decided that we could justify it, and we would have to wait and see about the future. 

After a moment of silence she reached down and started stroking me. 

"So," she said almost sarcastically. "What do you want?"

I know what I like and what I want. I'm just not used to being asked. 

"Really?"

"Really." She said as she was already kissing her way down my neck to my chest. I was already starting to stiffen in her hand. She was having fun with it now. 

"Anything." Then she kissed my abdomen, working her way down as she spoke. 

"Anything," 

-kiss- 

"you"

-kiss-

"Want."

She reached my pelvis, stopped, and looked at me. 

"Tell me..." She said. 

"Put my cock in your mouth." I said. 

She obliged, then sat there staring at me with a mouthful of my cock. As hot as that was, I registered what was happening: she'd found out (or felt comfortable enough with me now to tell me) that she liked being told what to do. 

"Suck it." I ordered. She complied. Again, like in the stairwell, she worked her tongue and hands in tandem on my cock until I was fully hard again. Sensing that her efforts were appreciated, she picked up pace and moaned into my dick with every stroke. As before, I reached down, stroking her hair, grabbing and rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples. She returned by playfully dragging her teeth on my cock. I licked my fingers, and used them to rub and stroke her nipples. She shot me an appreciative smile and dragged her teeth again. Then she sucked me all the way down and held me there for a moment. It was all I could do not to cum down her throat right there. 

In an effort to avoid just that, I sat up, pulled her to me and kissed her full on. I reached behind her head, running my fingers into her soft silky hair and held her there while I sucked her tongue. With the other hand I continued to massage her breasts and nipples. When we came up for air, she looked at me again. 

"What do you want now?"

"It's your turn." I said. "What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me what you want me to do."

"You want me to take control? That's what you want?" 

She just smiled and nodded. 

"Okay. Turn around. Bend over. Face on the bed, hands behind you."

With a combination of confusion and amusement she complied. I grabbed a pillow and quickly stripped off the pillowcase. I twirled it around into a slim strip of cloth. With that, I bound her wrists behind her. Then I grabbed another pillow and did it again. With this one I tied her ankles together. Then I did it one more time and wrapped it around her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. Then I stroked my hand gently down her back towards her ass. 

I took a moment to admire her. She was helpless, bound hands and feet, and blindfolded. Her head down, ass in the air. I stroked myself a couple of times just looking at her.

"You look so hot right now." I offered. She laughed. 

I reached up and caressed her ass as I positioned myself behind her. 

"Mmm..." She purred. 

I teased her slit with the head of my cock. My aching cock. 

"Mmm... Fuck me. Please fuck m-..."

Before she could finish her sentence I grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her hard. As quiet as she was the first time we had sex, she was just as loud and vocal this time. 

"Oh!" She chirped with the initial thrust. 

I did it again, harder. She responded louder. 

"You okay?" I checked.

"Yes. Fuck me. Please?"

I obliged. I grabbed her wrists by the bind and used them as an anchor, driving myself deep into her. Our wet, sweaty skin making an audible smack with every stroke. She began rocking her hips in tandem to meet my thrusts. 

"You like that?" I asked. 

"Yes!"

"You like getting fucked like that?"

"Yes! Fuck me harder. Please fuck me harder."

Beads of sweat began to form trails from the top of her ass and rolled down towards her head. She was facing to the side so I could see her flushed red cheek beneath her matted hair and the makeshift blindfold. Her lips parted slightly with her pleas for more. Her wrists twisted and pulled at their restraints. 

"Please. Fuck me harder. Harder. HARDER!" She begged. 

I grabbed her by the hips again to steady myself, then drove myself into her as hard as I could. She cried out with each stroke. 

"Please. Oh yes! Oh Hell yes! Don't stop. Don't stop don't stop don't stop." 

She began repeating faster and faster. With that I could tell she was on the verge of another orgasm. I wiped the sweat from my own eyes, grabbed her by the hips with one hand, and by her wrists with the other. I pounded at her almost painfully hard. She briefly held her breath, then closed her lips and screamed through her closed mouth as she collapsed beneath me in a shudder. I freed her restraints as she convulsed and caught her breath, but otherwise she didn't move. I crawled up next to her and removed her blindfold, but she kept her eyes closed as she spiraled down from the climax. 

"Wow." I offered when she finally looked at me. 

Still breathing heavy, she gave a weak chuckle. "Gawah, it's been years since I've been fucked like that."

"I usually don't get that involved myself. This was something of a phenomenon." I said. 

"Oh wow. I guess we both needed this." She said. 

"Yeah, I guess we did."

She snuggled up to me again, drained and spent. She yawned, put her head on my chest and draped a leg over mine. 

"You're still hard, aren't you?" She said sleepily. 

"Yeah, but don't worry about it,"

"Okay," she muttered, then she was out. 

~

Epilogue

That next morning we had sex again as we attempted to get ready for the morning formation. We were still on time. Throughout the day I did as promised and treated her no differently. I played like it didn't happen. 

Over another smoke break we discussed it briefly and decided to try again. But as a safeguard we got our own hotel to prevent future near misses. 

That decision ended up being what almost got us caught. The guys started to get suspicious that we were suddenly staying at another hotel, and that we kept leaving the bar at the same time together. After the 3rd attempt, we decided it was just safer to call it off and stay smoking buddies.



Smoking Has Its Risks



Heather liked to stay over at my house on occasion. She liked to get out in the country and I was about as far out into the woods as one could get. Despite her yearning for the fresh air in the great outdoors, she smoked. As with a lot of homeowners today, I made her smoke outside.

Heather was 36 with a thin, short, tight body. Her middle length brown hair and young face made her look 10 years younger. We had been sleeping together on and off for a few years. We were not ideal for each other as mates, but we sure enjoyed having sex with each other. We both felt comfortable experimenting with each other.

At night, we'd watch a movie and get comfortable on the couch. Comfortable for Heather meant stripping down to a T-shirt and underwear. Having her dressed down and having our bodies against each other, as I would lay behind her, was a constant tease for me.

A few times a night, during the summer, she would get up and smoke on the front steps of the house. The outside light would be turned off and there were no streetlights, so the only illumination was the moon. Most of the time, I would sit out with her, just because it was so nice out.

One night, I decided to play a trick on her. At about 11:30 PM the movie ended. As usual, she got up to smoke and asked if I'd come out with her. With a plan in mind, I told her not this time because I had to use the bathroom. She grabbed a cigarette and a lighter and went outside, leaving the inside door ajar. 

I watched her through the door as she lit her cigarette and stared out toward the road. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for all night. I carefully closed the door as to not make a sound and locked it. Part one of my plan, the most important part, had succeeded. Next, I turned on the outside light so she would be visible in her T-shirt and panties to anyone driving by.

"John!" she yelled back. "Turn it off!"

I did not answer. I just waited. I was getting hard already imagining that she was exposed to anyone on the road and against her will. My heart raced. 

"John, it's not funny!" She tried to open the door, but of course it would not open. "Open the door! John! Open the door!"

She tried the door knob multiple times and banged on the door. I stayed quiet and watched her up through a window panel at the top of the door.

Resigned, she turned around and continued with her cigarette. "If you don't let me in, I'm going home!"

There was silence for the next couple minutes. I went over to the blinds in the living room and watched her from there as I had a better view of her. Her arms were folded and her cigarette was nearly burned out in her fingers. I knew she wasn't going anywhere without her keys, and I wasn't going to let her have those until the next morning.

My heart raced some more when I heard the thumping of a car stereo coming up the road. Heather panicked and started banging on the door. She worked the knob furiously. This was the moment I had been waiting for; her exposure to the outside world. My cock throbbed as the car approached and Heather's fear intensified onto the door. 

The car was playing loud music and sounded like it was filled with young guys. As it drove by the house they sounded their horn and screamed out the windows. I got the reaction I wanted. Heather was probably wet herself, with the thrill of being seen. But then, something else happened. The car slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop on the dirt road. The car backed up, spinning its tires. It suddenly turned and sped up my driveway. 

I watched with excitement and some of my own fear. On the one hand, I was afraid of what these guys had in mind, but on the other hand it was even more exciting to have Heather exposed to strangers close up. I continued to watch from behind the cracked blinds in the living room. 

The driver immediately got out and walked up toward the steps. The others got out slowly and watched from near the car. They were four guys in their early twenties who were probably just coming back from a party.

"You lock yourself our?" he asked innocently. 

"My boyfriend's being a jerk," she answered sternly. "John. Open up. This isn't funny anymore!"

"What are you doing out here?" he asked.

"I was just having a smoke," she answered.

He quickly replied, "And you locked yourself out. Ha, ha. There's no John, or he would have been out here by now. I think you locked yourself out."

He was right. Any other guy would have opened the door for her and would have told them where to go. But there was something too exciting about this I couldn't pass up. I shook as I continued to watch her exposure unfold. I almost wished I was her.

He walked up to the lower stair now and looked at her up and down. Heather turned around and faced him. She put up a bold stance as to scare him from getting any closer.

"I suggest you leave now." She said sternly.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you," he said casually. "I'll get you into the house. Come down here and I'll take a look at the door."

Heather did not move. She was going to make her last stand with a wall behind her. The guy went up one step and extended his hand toward her.

"I'm not interested," she barked at him. "I'll be fine. Go home."

"I'll go home in good time," he said, "but first things first."

He rushed Heather and grabbed her arm. She slapped at him and struggled to pull away. Her hits did nothing to deter him. As this sunk in, she sank down to the corner of the steps and house. Without too much effort, he yanked her up and pulled her down the steps. Heather could do nothing but try to pull back and keep her balance at the same time. 

As he swung her around on the lawn, she broke free from his grip and ran across the yard. He ran after her. I could hear their breathing and the sound of their running footsteps. When Heather reached the side of the house, she started to step on pebbles and stones in her bare feet where the grass had not grown in yet. This caused her to loop back across the front of the house. She yelled out for me to help her. Her short naked legs were not fast enough to escape him. 

Almost at the original spot she from which she fled, he caught the back of her T-shirt and stopped her in her tracks. The front of her shirt pulled back against her chest and neck. As she came to a stop, I could see some of her bare back and her bright white bikini panties.

He continued to keep a tight grip on the shirt and wound it around his hand as he got up close to her. By now, the other guys had grouped around them from the driveway side. 

"Where do you think you're going?" he yelled at her. "You think you can stand out on your steps and tease us in your T-shirt like that? What did you think we were going to do? Well now we want to see the rest of the show. Take off your shirt!"

Heather shook as she stood there. She begged them to let her go. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she retold the story of her boyfriend.

"If you really have a boyfriend who locked you out, then he can just enjoy the show. I think he's in your head and we're the best thing you have now and you're going to make us happy. Now take off your shirt!"

Heather continued to cry and sputter words and shrank to the ground. With the shirt in the guy's grip, her descent raised the shirt up under her armpits in the back. The front of the shirt clung below her breasts.

"Frank, lift her arms up," he ordered. 

A tall geeky guy grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. Heather was too upset to put up much of a fight. She was resigned to the fact that she was outnumbered and no match for any of them. The first guy lifted the shirt over her shoulders and head and threw it at one of the other guys standing there. He smelled it and held onto it. 

Her naked back was facing me. She looked so hot in the dim light in the middle of the lawn. Her white panties glowed around her bottom, accenting her tight curves. I started to rub myself as I watched her mostly naked in front of strangers who had control of her. It was dangerous but so exciting at the same time. Part of me wanted to get rid of them before it got out of control, but the stronger part of me wanted to watch her stripped and dominated.

"You're going to do what we say now," he continued. "Otherwise, we'll get our way anyway, but it will be harder on you. You understand?"

Heather did not reply and just whimpered.

"Last chance! Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said in resignation.

"That's better," he said. "I want you to unzip his pants, and suck on him."

Heather looked at his pants but did not move.

"Don't make me tell you twice"

She hesitated at first. Then she kneeled up and slowly unzipped the tall geeky guy's pants. She reached in and with both hands pulled it out of his underwear. She moved her head toward him and then gradually moved her head back and forth. The guy moaned and closed his eyes.

"Lay down on the grass, Frank," the first guy ordered. "I want to see her on top of you."

Frank bent down, causing Heather to lose him out of her mouth. She let go of him and knelt quietly as he lay down in front of her and pulled the front of his pants below for more access. Heather slowly and numbly edged forward and took him in her right hand. She bent over and took him in her mouth again. This time, her left hand went under his balls and slowly stroked back and forth along with the movement of her mouth. Now he moaned louder and closed his eyes. 

I could now see her at an angle, now. Her small, round breast was exposed to me and I could see her nipple was rock hard as it swayed with gravity. I could see the string of her panties riding her hip and the curve of the material kissing the curve of her cute ass. I was throbbing and wet. I undid my pants and in one motion reached into my underwear and quickly stroked my cock. My wet underwear went below my hand as it moved up and down. I worked it slowly up and down. I had never had such a rush before.

The first guy knelt down behind Heather and grabbed her hips. He lifted her ass up into the air so that she was kneeling in an exposed position. He grabbed the string of her panties on her right hip and yanked it away. Heather paused for a second as if to protest, but then kept working the guy lying down. The guy then grabbed the string on her left hip and snapped it as well. In one movement he pulled the glowing white panties away from her body. They rested about six feet away. Her ass was now exposed and glowed seductively in the light

He proceeded to pull his pants down and get behind her. He reached under her and positioned himself into her. He then grabbed her hips and started to pull and thrust. He worked her from behind as she continued to work the guy lying down.

"She's wet," he said. "I knew she was just waiting for someone like us to come along.

I stroked myself faster as I watched Heather being taken from both ends. It was a view that was like no other in my life. I was going to cum quickly, but I didn't care. I couldn't risk moving away from the window to get something to cum onto either, as I didn't want them to hear me and I didn't want to miss anything.

Frank came into the air as Heather released him from her mouth and continued to work her magic hands on him. She milked him dry. Now that her mouth was free, I could see it forming moans. 

She grabbed the lawn and rocked back into the first guy. He rocked her fast and hard. Another guy undid his pants and placed his cock into her mouth. She stopped her movements and grabbed onto it. 

It appeared she was getting into it as much as I was. I wondered if she felt as hot as I did. If she did, I hoped she would be honest enough about it and not to be mad at me later. 

The guy behind her pulled out and squeezed out his load onto her back. At the same time, I squeezed my load onto my carpet. I would worry about it later.

As he pulled his pants up and stepped aside, the last guy stepped behind her with his pants down around his knees. He kneeled behind her and spread her cheeks. Heather tried to wiggle her ass as to say no. She had never had anal sex and never wanted to. He quickly took his cock to her ass hole and moved it around to lubricate it with his precum. He forced himself into her. 

Heather made a loud, protesting noise as he went into her. The guy she was doing pulled her head back into him so that her mouth was occupied. The guy behind her slowly moved in and out of her. As it became easier, he bucked his hips and rode her quickly.

The sandwich quickly crumbled as the two guys came almost at the same time. They fell over her body and patted each other on the shoulders with grins on their faces. 

By now, the other two guys had gotten dressed and were ready to leave. They probably didn't want to stay too long and risk being caught. The first guy threw Heather's shirt at her and told her it was over and to put it on. The other two guys got dressed and waited. 

"Let's take her back with us and continue the party," he said to the others.

They agreed and grabbed Heater and quickly forced her into the car, despite her protests.

"John! Do something!"

They laughed and started up the car.

I was frozen. I had not expected this. I didn't know what to do. I made this happen, so how could I stop them now? Maybe I could run out and stop them and tell them the game was over. It would be humiliating though. What if I threatened to call the police? What would I tell police if I called them?

Before I could react, the car was already speeding down the driveway in reverse. It started forward on the road and sped off, leaving dimming red lights behind. It was quiet and peaceful once again, with only the events that had just occurred replaying in my head. I closed the outside light and sat down, stunned. Game over.