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The Deal Ch. 1

By: Dutchboy



My husband, Patrick, and I have a very active and wide ranging interest in sexual affairs. Ours is a marriage bonded on mutual love, respect and lust! I am a shameless exhibitionist. Patrick is an avid voyeur. Together we have had hundreds of exciting and in many cases, breathtaking experiences. Last week, however, I think we crossed over the last barrier to total freedom of exercise in regards to sexual activities.

I will admit that when the subject of opening our marriage to new experiences first arose, I was not a great fan of the idea. I've had my share of lovers, both long term and one-nighters, and when I married my husband, I was prepared to live and love exclusively within the bounds of holy matrimony. This was a difficult decision for me. I am a very active woman, one who enjoys the passions of sexual escapades, and finds great pleasure in men, all men, all sizes, all colors, all backgrounds. I have even been known to enjoy women from time to time, but more about that another time.

As I was saying, last week, Patrick started a conversation at breakfast, concerning our weekend activities.

"You know what, Rachael? I'd sure like to watch you dance naked at a topless bar."

"We've done that, sweetie," I reminded him. 

"I know, but it's been over a year since that time, and you know how it excited me when you did it!"

Yes, I remember how excited he was. And me, too! That was the night we went to a private club after the bar closed, and I performed live sex acts for the paying customers. Everyone thought I was a hooker, and I certainly did act like one that night. I fucked or sucked a dozen guys before the sun came up, each one thinking he was the best of the lot. A good woman is also a good actress! Some were very good, others, well, others did their best. But the fact is that night was a biggie for me and Patrick. He watched his pretty redheaded bride have sexual intercourse with twelve men, then spent the next morning in bed sucking my cunt clean of the residue from the night before.

"Besides," he continued, "you had a pretty good time, yourself. I don't recall you complaining about all the dick you got that night."

"Yeah, but my pussy was sore for a week after that, remember?"

"What's a little discomfort in the name of sex?"

"That's easy for you to say. All you do is watch and have a good time. I'm the one who does all the work. Why is that?"

"Because, my little cupcake, I'm the one who thinks up all the good ideas. I like this arrangement. I think up the plots, and you fuck them out. I can't think of a more equitable relationship."

"Well, I can. How about I think them up, and you act them out?"

"Sure, darling. Whatever you think. I'll leave the next weekend up to you."

I knew he wasn't serious. He was humoring me, trying to get me to admit that he's the brains of the outfit. Well, he was barking up the wrong tree this time. I have as wicked a mind as any man does, and when it comes to sexual fantasies, I take a back seat to no one!

"Great! I'll take that deal. But you have to agree to do whatever I tell you to do. For one full weekend. Deal?"

I had his attention now. Patrick doesn't make deals without first considering all the aspects. He prides himself on following through on anything he says. I knew if he gave me his word on this, his ass was mine starting Friday night. He still hadn't answered me. I knew I was in danger of his not agreeing. I knew what I had to do.

"You know, baby," I began, "I really am hot today. I don't know if I can wait two more days to have my pussy fucked and sucked by a roomful of strange men. You may have to find someone tonight to hold me over." I let my housecoat fall open, as if to accent what I was saying. Patrick watched as my 38DD breasts rose and fell on my chest. He saw the nipples he loved to suck get hard, as my hand went to my pussy, stroking away at the clit, making me wet right in front of him. He watched in silence as I masturbated, as I opened my long slender legs and worked my middle finger in and out of my closely shaved cunt.

"All this talk about me being in charge has made me so hot!" I was really getting worked up. But not because of my finger fucking my pussy, but because of the secret fantasies I was going over in my head. If Patrick agreed to this week end's party, I was going to enjoy it as much as he did. Maybe more! "Can we do it, sweet balls?"

My legs were straight out from me, my fingers stroking my now very wet cunt. I wanted to come, but not before I had extracted the promise of the weekend from Patrick. I was close to the edge. I slowed down, looked him in the eyes and begged one more time. "Please? Give me your word on this. I'll make you very happy. Please?"

"Oh, what the hell. How bad can you screw up? Sure, you got it. Now, let me watch you cum."

I didn't need to be asked twice. My right hand was buried in my cunt, pumping as fast as I could. Patrick got up and walked around the breakfast table. 

He reached down to my left nipple and pulled it away from my breast. He knew what he was doing! As he pulled and twisted the hard little end of my breast, I felt the dam breaking inside my pussy! I was coming, and nothing would stop me now. Patrick's cock was suddenly rubbing against my cheek. I turned my head to accept it into my mouth. As his dick sunk into my face, my pussy started to erupt. Damn! As orgasms waved over me, as the self-satisfied feeling of a cum well done settled over my entire body, I turned my full attention to his cock which had by now slithered down my throat. He tasted magnificent. I knew that he wanted his cum, and I was more than willing to give him what he needed. As I continued to suck him off, a movement caught my eye. It was Juan, our gardener.

Juan was walking past the verandah and had stopped at the sight of Patrick getting his cock sucked. I realized the gardener was watching, but my husband did not. I casually pulled my robe back completely, allowing the man who tended our lawn to get a full view of my naked body. At the same time, I started to put a little pressure on Patrick's ass to move him more directly into Hernandez's line of vision. When I had finished my maneuvers, the Mexican could see clearly what I was doing. He now had a full frontal view of Patrick's prick sliding in and out of my mouth, while being able to see my naked body as I began again to diddle my cunt, this time for his benefit.

Knowing that someone was watching what I was doing made me hotter than the first time I'd done it only for Patrick. I came quickly this second time, too quickly for my needs. I wanted the gardener to see it all, to see me shudder in climax, to watch me suck Patrick's cock into my mouth, to watch as I sucked the cum out of the master of the house's hard dick. Patrick had other plans. He stole the hard cock from me, and without a word, lifted me out of my chair and onto the table. My ass was on the edge, in fact, it was centered right where I'd just finished breakfast. Patrick gently pushed me back on the table, moving the cups and plates away from me so I could lay flat.

Once I was lowered into this position, Patrick did what he always does when lust overtakes us. He surprised me!! Reaching past my naked body, he dipped his entire hand in the grape jam jar, scooped up a handful of purple jam, and smeared it all over my pussy and then, as an afterthought, wiped his hands on my tits. I was shocked at this turn of events. One minute I was seducing my husband, in return for his allowing me to dominate the next weekend's festivities, and the next I was laying flat on my back, on the kitchen table, grape jam smeared all over my pussy, and a man who can't even speak English was standing just outside the door watching the whole event! I was mortified, but what could I do? Patrick wasn't about to stop. I realized that when he bent over and put his mouth over my cunt and began licking the jam off my pussy hairs, and out of my quim. 

Meanwhile, Juan didn't move. He must have been wondering about the strange Gringo's behavior, but probably his foremost thought was, "How can I get some of that pussy?" Well, don't worry, Juan, when this is all over, and Patrick's gone to his office, I'll still need some cock, and yours looks good from here. I'd never fucked him; the opportunity had never come up. I'd fucked all the other gardeners Patrick had hired, and in time, I'd have probably gotten around to Juan. But this morning's observation of my getting screwed on the patio deck was all the excuse I'd need for moving Juan to the top of my list. All the while I was thinking about the Mexican's cock, Patrick had his mouth covering my pussy, and his tongue was making short work out of the grape jam. I felt myself starting to build toward the ultimate climax. I always come hardest whenever a stranger is watching me. Patrick took his mouth away from my cunt! I wiggled my ass at him. No! I want more. Don't stop. Suck me!!!

I needn't have worried. Patrick had no intention of making me wait. His tongue was replaced by his dick! He was super hard. The very cock that had seconds ago been pumping away inside my head, was now ramming my cunt for all it was worth! And it was worth plenty right then. As soon as his dick made contact with my pussy, pushing aside my outer lips and forcing its way deep inside my hot cunt, I knew I was going to climax hard! It seems like only seconds after he shoved his way into my private love box, that I started to climax on Patrick's cock. And in that same instant, I felt my husband's come flowing into me, spurt after urgent spurt. 

We don't often come at the same time. Even after these many years of marriage, our timing is not always perfect. But that morning it was. That morning, I came just as his cock was spitting out the evidence of my pussy's tightness. He came like a man who'd been in prison for ten years. And to think, only the night before I'd fucked him to within an inch of his life. Now here he was, shooting come into me like an eighteen year old boy. And I enjoyed every spurt!

After he finished using my body like he'd use a whore's, I got off the table, and walked weakly toward the door leading into the kitchen. I still had my robe on, but it was covered with grape jam. In fact, I was a mess of purple jam over half my torso! There was grape jam everywhere on my body. Everywhere, of course, except in my pussy. Patrick had seen to that. The only sweet stuff in my cunt was the load Patrick had just dropped off! As I started to leave the breakfast area, Patrick called after me.

"Rachael, be careful of what you do today. And stay out of the yard. I don't think Juan could handle anything else right now."

I couldn't have been more surprised by that. Not only had the gardener seen everything I had, not only had he seen my husband using me like a two-bit slut, but Patrick had known all along that the man had been watching. And still he allowed me to act like a cheap whore in front of the hired help. He'd deliberately treated me like a common cunt, for the amusement of another man! No wonder I love him so! 

As I walked up the stairs to my bath, only one thought kept going through my mind. Wait till Friday night, you cocky bastard. Just you wait!

[i]This story continues in The Deal Part II. Enjoy. Write me.[/i]

The Deal Ch. 2



Patrick waited nervously. When he got home Friday night he expected to find me, but instead found only my note. 




The Deal Ch. 2



"Stop the car and pick up the hitchhiker!" I heard my voice say, and even I was surprised at the authority in my voice. Apparently, so was Patrick. He hit the brakes in time to stop before we passed the boy. (Now that we were closer, I realized it was a boy.) 

"Lower the window."

Patrick did as I commanded. The side window on the passenger side, back seat, came down. I leaned over to that side of the car. The young man looked in, first at me and then at the front seat, at Patrick.

"You want a ride?" I asked the stranger.

"Yes'm. You going to Dallas?

"Hop in, we'll get you there." I answered him.

"Thanks." He got in the back seat and looked over at me. "I didn't think I was ever going to get a ride."

I looked him over, as well as I could in the darkness of the back seat, and decided that he was a nice looking young man, but not very old. He seemed a bit ill at ease. I knew I could make him comfortable.

"What's you name?" I asked

"Kyle. And yours?"

"Rachael. And my driver is Patrick."

"Oh, hi. Glad to meet you. You too, Patrick." 

Patrick was silent. At first I thought it was disapproval, but then I remembered the game.

"Patrick, speak to Kyle."

"Hello, Kyle."

Perfect! He was following my instructions to the letter. He was not speaking until I spoke to him! This was going to be a great weekend! I turned my attention back to Kyle.

"You live in Dallas, Kyle?"

"No, ma'am. Fort Worth. But I plan on spending the night in Dallas, and then going on to Cowtown in the morning. I go to school in Fort Worth."

"And what are you studying?"

"Economics with a minor in Accounting. You live there?"

"Oh, no. We live about five miles from where we picked you up. We're just going to Dallas to spend the weekend. To party!"

"Oh, I see." Kyle was puzzled, I could see that. "Do you and your chauffeur party together?"

Now that was funny. It hadn't occurred to me that this boy wouldn't realize Patrick was my husband. Of course he wouldn't. I hadn't introduced Patrick as my husband, and when I spoke to him, I did so in a sharp and curt manner. I decided to continue the charade. 

"Patrick is an excellent party partner. He approves of everything I do, and never gets in the way of anything I want to try."

"You like to party?" He asked, more I think out of politeness than curiosity.

"Sweetie, sweetie, I AM a party!"

I moved a bit closer to him, my knee touching his. He was interested in me, I could see that by the bulge in his pants. I've become quite a pants bulge expert over the years, and this boy was registering a six on a ten point scale. I thought I might raise his ratings a bit. As we continued to talk, I rested my hand on his thigh. Just rested it there. He opened his legs a bit, I'm sure just a reflex, but the movement was there.

We continued to talk, mostly about schools, the high cost of living in big cities, and finally, the subject of girls. 

"You got a girl friend?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's where I was today. Visiting her yesterday and today. But I have to work tomorrow night, so I needed to head back."

"I'll bet she was glad to see you."

"Well, not exactly. We've been fighting all week by phone, and so I hitchhiked up her to try to straighten it out But I'm afraid it didn't work out like I'd hoped."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. What are you two fighting about?"

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing."

"That's okay, sweetie, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you figure out how to solve your problem."

"You sure it won't embarrass you if I tell you?"

"Kyle, there is nothing you could tell me that I haven't heard before."

"Well, the problem is sex."

"Ooo, how so?"

"Well, she doesn't like to do it as much as I do, and when we do it, she's so...so..."

"Inhibited?"

"Yeah, that's it. She's so inhibited. I mean, she has to have the room dark, and she'll only do it once a night. I mean, I'm not a sex fiend or anything, but come on, I gotta have more than that!"

I moved my hand along the inside of his leg. Not a lot, just a little, just enough to let him know I was interested. I thought I'd raise the ante a bit. "Does she suck your cock?"

That did it. The bulge in his pants moved to a nine. He was taken back by that question. But he recovered nicely.

"Not well, and I really like that done to me. I mean, I REALLY like it!"

"Well, if you were my boyfriend, I'd suck your dick at least once every day! But then, I really like to suck cock."

BINGO! The boy hit a ten! 

"Well, if you were my girlfriend, I'd certainly let you suck it as much as you wanted."

By now, my hand had traveled the entire length of his leg, and was resting against the hardness I could feel pushing against the back of my hand. I turned my hand over, so the softness of my palm could measure the hardness of his cock! Without saying anything, I rubbed and massaged his cock till I thought it was going to come through his pants. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He intended to make it an exploratory kiss, just a quickie to see if I was as friendly as I was acting. I had other plans, however, and pressed my lips back against his. I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue to come visit. And it did. This boy could kiss!

Kyle may have been young, but he wasn't shy. As his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, his hands roamed over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, making them harder than they had been. He felt me through my clothes better than many men did when they had me totally naked. I was hot! I wanted to know this boy better. My hand was rubbing his cock through his jeans. His dick was well defined even under his clothing. I knew there was a treasure in store for me, and I wanted to dig for buried treasure!

As my husband continued to drive along I-20, I returned to my explorations. Taking Kyle's hand, I moved it under my sweater, encouraging him to continue his bold moves but this time, flesh on flesh. He discovered I wore no bra. While his left hand kneaded my tits, his right hand slipped under my skirt. I parted my legs, giving him greater access to my pussy. It was protected by a pair of sheer panties. As his hand discovered this hindrance to his forward progress, I felt his discouragement.

"Rip them!" I whispered into his ear. He didn't need to be told twice. His hand bunched up my panties, with no attempt to be delicate or gentle, and suddenly tugged them in one jerk. The wispy fabric didn't stand a chance. He withdrew his hand from under my skirt, and with his hand came what was left of my satin briefs. I took them from his hand and tossed them over the seat. They landed next to my husband's hand. He knew what had happened.

After this, I knew there was no turning back. I was going to be fucked, and fucked hard! I sensed this boy didn't have a great deal of experience, but his enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of expertise. For a moment, I thought he was going to rip my sweater off. I headed him off by pulling it up over my head. This too, I threw over the seat. Patrick was keeping track of my state of undress by the garments that were coming over the seat. 

It was my turn now. I opened Kyle's shirt, one button at a time, replacing each buttoned area with my mouth, my tongue licking Kyle's hairless chest. My long red fingernails traced the path of my lips, raking across his tender skin. I paid special attention to his nipples. They were taunt, and like the rest of his body, hard! My mouth sucked in one then the other, each nipple hardening in my mouth. I knew he'd never had a woman do that to him before. Young girls don't know about this part of a man's sexuality. I continued to unbutton his shirt, and soon, it was completely open. My hands didn't stop there. I unlatched his belt buckle, and pulled open his belt and unbuttoned his fly. I felt the heat from his hot cock long before I actually saw his massive tool! Young cock! Hard as a rock!

I pulled his jeans down around his ass. He wore no underwear. (Damn! I was going to throw those over the seat also.) His hard, hot cock sprang out at me, like a javelin suddenly appears in the enemies' hearts. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted that cock! I NEEDED THAT COCK! My mouth watered for the young boy's dick. There was no finesse in my approach to his suckable cock. I simply leaned forward and swallowed his dick, straight down my throat, until my lips were tickled by his pubic hairs. Then I began to suck! I wanted his come, and I wanted it NOW!

He was developed like a man, but he had the control of a boy. A young boy! I was no sooner sucking his dick that I felt it start to swell, preparing to come in my mouth. I was torn between pulling my mouth off him, and the empty feeling I knew I'd feel if I did! Fortunately, I didn't have to make my decision. As quickly as I began his blow job, he spilled his hot seed in my mouth. And it was so sweet! I sucked him as hard as I could, I wanted more of his cum, but for now, this boy-man had no more sweet nectar for me to draw through his dick. His cock was still hard, though, and I didn't want to waste it. I unzipped the side of my skirt, slipped my hot ass out of it, and tossed it over the seat for my husband. Now I was naked, and my pussy was burning with need. I allowed Kyle to lay me back on the seat, and pulled him on top of me.

My legs were as wide open as they could be in the back seat of the car. Kyle aligned his dick against my pussy, and suddenly he shoved his cock into my tender pussy. He began to bully his dick into me. He may have been a boy, but he was fucking me like a man! I couldn't believe how good the boy could fuck! His girlfriend was an idiot! If I had this piece of meat hanging around for my use, I'd have this boy in my cunt so much, he'd think he'd grown a pussy on the end of his dick! I put one arm on the back of the front seat for balance. It touched Patrick's neck, and I left it there! I didn't have time to think about Patrick right then. At that moment, the only thing that could get my attention was the thrusting of Kyle's cock, in and out of my tender pussy. I wanted to ask him to be gentle, but didn't. I somehow knew he wouldn't know how to be gentle. At his age, he was doing well to know how to fuck!

There was something wrong, however. I couldn't place what it was, but I knew there was something not quite right. Then it hit me. Patrick had pulled around a truck on the interstate, but instead of passing it, he allowed the trucker to view down from his cab high above our sedan. And what a show the man was getting. I had my legs up, one over the front seat, the other on the rear deck! Between these two shapely legs, I had Kyle's hard dick firmly encased within my cunt. And add to all this the fact that a strange man was watching what was happening... At least, I comforted myself with this thought, at least the trucker can't see everything. My wanton act of sexual frenzy was partially concealed by the fact that the car was dark.

I knew what I had to do. I called out to Patrick. "Hit the lights!" He knew what I wanted. Almost instantly the dome light inside the car came on. Suddenly our act that was started in privacy now had an audience. The trucker was getting an eyeful watching Kyle fuck me. Kyle didn't miss a stroke, Patrick kept our sedan equal with the truck, and I had an extra orgasm knowing the trucker was able to see Kyle poking his cock into my cunt!

My orgasm triggered the one building in the youngster pounding my pussy. He suddenly pushed his hard cock into me as far as he could, and I felt it convulse wildly as he pumper spurt after spurt of hot come inside my steaming cunt. I felt him release himself as his sperm drained from him into me. The hot fiery liquid burned its way into my pussy, and I felt the ultimate conquest!

Kyle pulled his dick out of my love hole. Patrick allowed us to fall behind the trucker, who was now about a half mile ahead of us and by now probably was pulling on his own cock, seeking the relief in his hand that Kyle had already found in my pussy. I told Patrick to pull over. He did, pulling off the interstate, and into an abandoned gas station. He stopped the car, but did not turn around. I knew he wanted to, I knew he wanted to look at his naked wife as she lay entwined in the arms of this boy-man, this person who had just shot hot come into his wife's pussy, but he did not. He was waiting for permission to look. Finally, I knew it was time. It was time to begin Patrick's fantasy weekend.

"Patrick, get out of the car and come around to my side."

He did as he was told. He opened the door of the car and looked inside. What a picture he found. His wife and the boy both naked, both spent from fucking moments before. I spoke curtly to my husband. "Clean me. And don't use your hands."

Kyle watched with amazement as Patrick fell to his knees and placed his mouth over my cunt. As my husband licked me clean of all residue from the stranger's cock, my clit became hard again, straining from under its hood, trying to secure another orgasm. It was only right that I should give it what it wanted. As my husband licked my pussy, Kyle twisted my hardened nipples in his hand. I wrapped my legs around Patrick's head and used my ankles to force his face deeper into my cunt. As he licked, I built toward an orgasm. I was stalled however, just before coming. I couldn't go over the edge. I wanted to, I needed to, but something held me back. Until I thought of the finale to this little adventure. And once the thought came into my head, I started to come! I am always amazed how easily a wicked thought or action can be transformed into an orgasm. As this one ran through my mind, my pussy quivered with anticipation, and once I was settled back to reality, I knew what I had to do.

"That was very good, Patrick! Now, I believe it's Kyle's turn. Clean him up, too!" And with those words, I came again! 

[i]This story is continued in The Deal Part III. Hope you enjoyed it so far. Write me![/i]



The Deal Ch. 3



Phillip did as I'd instructed him. He didn't hesitate when I told him to clean Kyle's cock, sucking it clean from the remnants of our fuck session. I stood outside the car, having slipped my dress back on, with nothing else underneath, and watched as my husband sucked my lover's cock with an expertise I didn't know he possessed. Kyle's hard dick responded to Phillip's mouth, and was soon at its full length and width. I started to interrupt my husband, to take his place sucking the young hitchhiker, when suddenly another desire overtook me. Reaching into my purse, I extracted the control box for the two vibrating toys attached to Phillip's body. I slowly turned the dial for the ring attached to his cock. He stopped sucking Kyle for a moment, as if caught in a sudden thought. Then his mouth went back to work, sucking, and licking, the young man's cock with renewed vigor. Kyle continued to lie prone on the back seat of the car, his legs spread open, his marvelous sack of balls hanging over the leather upholstery. 

Phillip was stroking the young stranger's cock with his right hand, while cupping the boy's balls with the other. And all the while, his head was bobbing up and down sucking as much teen-age cock into his mouth as he could. And I helped by turning up the speed on the cock ring. The butt plug was a temptation, but I didn't want Phillip to come yet, and I knew his limits. The whole scene seemed so unreal as we conducted this little experiment in humiliation on the side of the interstate, not twenty-five miles from Dallas. Kyle's balls started to contract and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would shoot his hot white seed out of that adorable cock. Phillip knew it, too. He started to pull his mouth off the young dick. I could sense he was going to let Kyle shoot into the air. For a brief second, I anticipated seeing the boy shoot his load across the space between the back seat and the driveway. Then I reconsidered. 

"Phillip, put it back in your mouth. Now!"

He didn't hesitate. He seemed to have expected the order. The whole purpose of this weekend was to give him a taste of what it was like to be me. And I'd tasted many a man's come at Phillip's direction. So now, he would taste one at mine.

"Suck him, baby. I want him to explode in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop."

Kyle started to buckle on the seat. His hips were pushing against Phillip's head, trying to sink deeper into my husband's mouth. And he was coming! I could see him convulsing, spurting his load into my husband's mouth, and I could see my husband swallowing every spurt! I wish I'd had a camera. It was over soon, and Kyle's cock started to grow soft even though my husband's mouth was still attached to it. Phillip was suckling softly now, almost tenderly. I was impressed with his style, but also flattered. It was the same thing I do when I've sucked the life out of a hard dick. My husband had watched me suck his and others often enough to know what to do after a man has come. He did very well.

Kyle dressed. I started to drop the remote control device back into my purse when I realized it was still on, though set on the lowest level. I twisted the knob one more time to max and left it for about three seconds. Phillip, who was walking back to the driver's side of the car, fell to his knees in surprise, and I turned it off completely. He recovered, and looked at me surprisingly, as if wondering why I had done that. I was impressed with the power I held in my hands. To bring a man like my husband to his knees with the twist of a remote control dial, well, I was on to something here. And it was only Friday night!

The next few miles into Dallas were uneventful. I stayed in the back seat with Kyle while Phillip drove in silence. I played with the boy's cock a little, but the workout from Phillip's mouth, following so quickly after the royal fucking I had laid on him, rendered his cock useless for all practical purposes. My only interest in it, for that matter, was to constantly arouse my husband, as he stole glances into the rear view mirror, and watched as my hand touched and stroked the stranger's cock. When we arrived at the cut-off for Fort Worth, Phillip pulled the car to the side of the road.

"I'm sorry I gotta get off here, ma'am. I guess I could go to Dallas with you'all and spend the night if you want."

"That's very sweet of you, Kyle, but we'll be just fine."

With that, I signaled Phillip to drive on, and soon the unexpected fuck was left far behind. He'd be a memory from now on; one that I was sure would excite both my husband and me. I could almost hear myself whispering to Phillip in later months, and years, "Remember when you sucked that boy's hard cock on the side of I-20? Remember when he shot in your mouth?" And when I will do that, I'm sure I'll trigger the response I need, he needs. Phillip does that with me a lot. Just as I'm about to come, he'll tell me something like, "You look like you did the night you fucked the waiter in the kitchen of that roadside café. Remember that?" And that sudden rush of memory will always push me over the edge. 

As we approached the city lights of Dallas, Phillip asked me, "Where to?"

"I haven't spoken to you, have I?"

"No," he replied, but I was just wondering where you want me to..."

"You know the rules, Phillip. Do not speak to me until I speak to you. You will have to receive a punishment for that!"

He was silent.

"I said you will have to be punished. Answer me."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

There was a moment of silence, then a very soft, almost contrite voice said, "Yes Ma'am."

He could not see me smile in the back seat. He could not see me smile and he could not see me reach into my purse and withdraw the control to the plug attached to his ass. But his ass could feel it, as the plug started to move in is rectum like a giant thumb suddenly starting to vibrate. "That is not your punishment, only a reminder. You will remember who is in charge this weekend."

His reply was swift in coming. "Yes Ma'am."

"Take me to the Hilton on 635." 

"Yes, Ma'am."

Phillip stood behind me while I checked in. He was quiet and respectful. The young man who checked us in was a foreigner, dark hair, and black eyes. And I imagined him uncircumcised. I was already thinking about cocks, again. He asked me if I was alone. "No, he is with me." I pointed to Phillip. There must have been something about the way Phillip was standing so submissively that piqued the interest of the young man. Without meaning to, he stumbled into the realm of questioning a desk clerk never ventures into. 

"Your husband?"

"No. My slave."

I'm sure the young man was surprised by my response, but if he was, he didn't indicate it. His only reply was "Nice choice."

He rang the bell and another young man approached the desk. Handing him a key, he said, "Take Ms. Blaine's luggage to her room. She's in the Balfour Suite." Then he looked back at me and said, "I've taken the liberty of changing your accommodations. I think you'll find the Balfour Suite to be more to your liking. My name is Jabar. I'm on duty until 11. If you need anything before, or after that, please call me. I'll handle it personally." 

I walked away from the desk, following the bellman. I knew what Jabar meant, and before this night was over, I was confident I'd know a great deal more about Jabar, himself. The room was exquisite! It was comprised of two bedrooms, separated by a living room, off of which there was a dining room and a balcony. There were two baths, one small one off the living room, and a huge one off the main bedroom. The tub in the large bath was big enough for six grown men... and one small lady. The room had a toilet and a bidet, as well as a walk-in shower, again large enough to need three showerheads. And the bedroom boasted a gigantic bed. It was at least a half size larger than a king size, and must have been three feet off the ground, and it had six posts holding up a canopy top! Talk about a playground! The bellman left while I was still taking in the room. I was so impressed that I dropped my character for just a moment.

"Can you fucking believe this room, Phillip?" 

"No, ma'am, I cannot."

His tone of voice and his choice of words jolted me back to the reality of what I was doing here, and who I was. I resumed at once my controlling tone of voice. Looking at my husband, I took back control in one word. "Strip!"

He immediately began to undress. I don't really know why I told him that, except that I couldn't think of anything else to tell him at the moment. Besides, I do love looking at his firm cock as it sways between his legs. He has huge balls, and they hang down, below his cock! So what the hell, why not have him naked?

I walked over to the phone, and I dialed room service. Placing an order for a bottle of champagne, and a cheese dish, I replaced the phone and looked at Phillip, who was by this time standing totally naked, amid a pile of rumpled clothing. His cock ring was in place. I told him to turn around. His butt plug was still digging into his ass. I walked over to him, and with his back toward me, slipped out of my dress. I rubbed against his ass, raking my blood red fingernails across the taunt skin of his buttocks. I licked his back and stood on my tiptoes to reach his neck. Licking the skin on the back of his neck, I reached my hands around to his chest and ran my nails across his nipples, now already hardened by my attentions.

"Did you watch me suck that boy's cock in the car?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Did you watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"His dick was so hot, Phillip. I sucked his dick and moved my tongue up and down the shaft of this manhood while I knew you watched me from the front seat."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And I ran my tongue into his asshole. I tasted his ass with the mouth you kiss. Did you see me suck his asshole?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And did you see him spurt his come into my mouth, Phillip? Did you see the young stranger come in your wife's mouth?"

Yes, ma'am."

"He tastes so good. I sucked his cock till he came in my mouth, and then swallowed it all. His come was so good in my mouth. Did you see me swallow his come, Phillip?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And did I seem like a whore doing that? Did your sweet little Karen seem like a whore for that boy? Nice girls don't suck off strangers, do they? But I did. I sucked him and then fucked him. And you watched it all, didn't you, baby?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I reached down around his waist. My hands felt Phillip's hard cock sticking straight out. Reaching past the cock ring, I started slowly to jack Phillip's dick in my hands. Still twisting and pulling on his dick, I could feel the heat building in it as I resumed my verbal teasing.

"His dick was all the way up my pussy, you know. He fucked me like a sailor fucks a whore. He treated your wife like she was a cheap slut while you drove him around. He fucked me and you let him, didn't you, Phillip?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you enjoyed watching his cock saw in and out of my pussy, didn't you? You wanted to see my pussy suck in his hard meat. You wanted to see my nipples get stiff while his dick was pounding away at my pussy, his cock was moving in and out of your wife's twat!"

"Yes ma'am."

"You want to come now, don't you, Phillip? You want to come on my hands as I stroke your hot cock. Or maybe you'd like me to come around in front of you and knell in front of your dick and suck it into my mouth and let you come like Kyle did. He came in my mouth and you want to come there, also. Don't you?

"Yes, Ma'am."

I was jerking his cock faster now, and Phillip's breath was coming faster. He was close to coming. I started to say the thing that I knew would put him over the edge when someone knocked on the door. I dropped my hand from his dick. The frustration level he experienced was obviously higher than he'd ever had before. Stooping down, I gathered my dress, and his clothes, and walked toward the bathroom doo5r. Stopping at the door, I turned back and looked at Phillip standing there, his cock harder than I'd ever remembered it being, and just seconds away from cumming all over my hand. His cock ring was tightly attached and from the looks of things, pinching the hell out of his dick. And I had his clothing in my hands. As I entered the bathroom, I stopped and ordered him, "Open the door. Now!"

I waited inside the bathroom to see what Phillip would do. I'd left him no clothing, nothing to cover himself up with. And room service was outside the door. He walked to the door and looked out the peephole. Then he looked back at the door to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and opened the door. On the other side was not the room service waiter I'd expected. Instead, Phillip was standing naked in front of the man from the front desk, the man who had checked us into the room. The tall, dark Arab that had given us this suite walked past Phillip and into the room. He commanded Phillip, "Please tell Mrs. Blaine that Jabar is here to see her."

Phillip acted as if he always opened hotel doors naked and turned toward the bedroom. I had heard the entire exchange. When he came to the bathroom door, he knocked. I opened and said nothing. I was wearing a terry cloth robe. Phillip stood in front of me, his cock still hard from my recent hand job, and waited for me to speak. Finally, I said, "Yes?"

"You have someone to see you, ma'am."

"Thank you. Stand here until I call for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

I walked out of the bath, through the bedroom and into the living area. I knew the clerk from downstairs would be up to see me, but I didn't expect his so soon. I had slipped my shoes back on, but other than the robe, which was very thick, I was naked. My pussy was already slick from the episode of playing with Phillip's cock, and now my own desires were starting to build. I didn't have a plan, but was open to anything that might develop. 

"How nice to see you, Mr. Jabar."

"The pleasure, Madam, is mine." He took my hand and lifted it toward his lips. The kiss he placed there was almost nonexistent, yet it had the same effect as if he'd kissed me squarely on my clit. I waited for him to speak.

"I wanted to see if there was anything you needed, if I could be of any assistance to you in any way."

"How kind of you, but as you can see, I am quite comfortable. Perhaps I will have need of you a bit later in the evening."

He reached into his coat and withdrew a small card. On it was a hand-written telephone number. "My private phone line. Please don't hesitate to call me if there is anything I can do for you. Anything!"

"Well, there is one thing I may need." Turning toward the bedroom, I call out Phillip's name. He was there without hesitation, and he was still naked. His cock would rock hard, though, and you could easily have hung a wet bath towel on it.

"Phillip, please bring me my purse."

The purse was on the table in the dining area. I could have gotten it myself, but I wanted Phillip there for what would soon be obvious reasons. Reaching into my purse, I extracted the small remote control device. T then looked at Phillip. His eyes were begging me not to do it. But, girls will be girls, and I couldn't help myself.

"I think the batteries are starting to run down on this control. Do you think you might have any in the gift shop downstairs?" With that I handed the control to Jabar. He didn't have a clue what the machine was for, and turned it over several times looking at it.

"I'm sure we have something that will suffice. What is this device?"

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't realize you'd not know what it is. It's a remote control. See. You turn it on here, and adjust the vibrations with this dial. As I turn it on, Phillip's cock started to move, as if it had a life of its own. And as I increased the dials level, it soon became obvious that the control was moving his cock with some force. Jabar did not notice Phillip's discomfort, as his back was to Phillip's front. To his credit, my husband didn't move from the spot he was on, though it was obvious to me that his knees were about to buckle out form under him. I turned the dial off. By now, however, my husband's cock was sticking straight out, and jutting toward the ceiling. I really wanted that hard dick in my mouth, but company always comes first, at least that's what my mom told me. 

"I'll check on the batteries right now. Is there anything else you'll require?

"Well, if it isn't too much trouble, I probably need some kind of lubricant, you know, KY jelly or something of that nature.'

If this surprised Jabar, he didn't show it.

"Of course. I'll be back in ten minutes." He took my hand and kissed it again, and without looking back at my husband, left the room. Phillip stood there, saying nothing, only looking at the control in my hand. I walked over to him, and ran my hand the length of his rock hard cock.

"My, but you are a good little boy! I think that deserves a kiss. Letting my robe fall open, I fell to my knees and pulled his cock toward my mouth. I knew there is just so much teasing a man can stand, and Phillip had reached his outer limits. Without any other preliminaries, I sucked his dick into my mouth and started to give him a first class blowjob. Phillip likes to feel a woman's mouth while she's sucking him, so I did nothing to protect his cock from my teeth. I raked his hardened dick across them, biting down on his fat cock as I did. My hand squeezed his balls, first gently and then harder. My other hand reached the switch on the control box and started the butt plug vibrating. It was all over at that point. His hard cock couldn't stand any more teasing. I felt his hand reach behind my head, as if steadying it for what was about to happen. I flicked the other switch, and felt his dick start to jump around in my mouth. The vibrations from his cock ring and his butt plug were too much for my husband, and within seconds, his seed was spilling into my willing mouth, and then overflowing, down my chin and unto my breasts. And he kept coming! Without losing my sucking momentum, I increased the speed on both vibrators, and he started coming a second time, this time more like a stream than spurts. His come flowed out of him as if I'd cut an artery, and come was flowing instead of blood! I finally had to pull my head back and let his cock drop a few inches. Now he was shooting his hot come across my chest and puddles were gathering on the floor between us.

"My, but you really did have to cum, didn't you, baby?"

"Yes, ma'am," was all he said.

I left him standing there and headed for the shower. But the bath did look soooo inviting. I started the faucets running and poured in the bubble bath the hotel had provided. While I waited for the tub to fill, I examined myself in the mirror, which covered the entire opposite wall. We women are so vain! But, I must admit, I did still make a startling figure. My breasts are larger than most and still stand outright without support. My nipples have gotten a bit darker over the years, but somehow, they also seem to have gotten larger! And as usual, they were hard. Turning sideways, I noticed that the cheeks of my ass were still firm, as was the flatness of my stomach. All things considered, for a girl of thirty-four, I wasn't all that bad. I'd kept my weight down to 110 pounds, and a five foot, five inches, that's about ideal. Okay, I'd pass inspection! And at the rate this night was going, I planned to get a lot of inspection!

The tub was filled, and stepping into the warmth of the water, I was immediately seduced. I heard someone knocking at the suite's door, and heard Phillip open it. I could hear voices, but not make them out. But the tinkling sound of glasses told me the champagne had arrived. A few minutes later there was a knock on the bathroom door. Thinking it was Phillip, I told him to come in. It wasn't Phillip. It was Jabar. Too his chagrin, the bubbles and the water provided me with a perfect blanket under which to conceal my charms.




The Deal Ch. 3



"Come in, Jabar. I didn't expect you so quickly." In his hand was a glass of champagne. He set in on the side of the tub, about 12 inches from where y arm was resting. I did not miss the subtly of that action. If I wanted a drink, I would have to sit up and reach for it; an action certainly designed to expose my body to the eyes of this tall dark Arab. 

"I brought the things you requested, Madam." He spoke to me as if I was in a hotel lobby, fully dressed, not in my bathtub, naked as could be. His eyes were dark, almost brooding, and I could see he had more than hotel service on his mind.

"Do you treat all your guests so well?"

"No, Madam, only the ones who bring slaves with them."

I liked his answer. He was telling me he knew the game I was playing, and wanted to play as well. I continued our sexually charged conversation.

"And are you one who likes to be a slave?"

"No, Madam. I am more the master type."

Without breaking my eye contact, I called out for my husband. He came instantly. "Phillip, Jabar is without drink. Get him one."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, Phillip, get one for yourself as well." When he turned to leave, Jabar stopped him. 

"Did you not hear your mistress? Answer her!"

Phillip froze. I didn't know how'd he react to a stranger speaking to him like this. I needn't have worried.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. Mistress, thank you so very much."

"I will punish you for that later, Phillip." I spoke softly, and the idea of punishment made his still naked cock twitch. I waited until my husband returned with the two other glasses and when both men had drinks in their hands, I sat up in the tub and reached for mine. Both men had their eyes riveted to my breasts, which had now moved out of the water and into plain view. Small patches of bubbles clung to them, but not enough to obstruct them from the eyes of the two men starring at them. Jabar was sitting closest to me. He reached over and with one finger removed the patch of bubbles covering my left nipple. As his finger touched my hardened nip, a shudder went through me, and pierced my pussy, causing a feeling as real as if he'd taken his hand and stroked my cunt!

Phillip said and did nothing. He only watched. The three of us looked at each other, and finally, Jabar made a toast. "To friends, new and old. To slaves, shy and bold!" With that, all three drained our glasses. Jabar stood up. "I'll get refills."

"No. Let me." With that, I stood up and stepped out of the bath. Now, naked before both men, I started to reach for a towel. Jabar was quicker than I was. Taking the towel I had started to reach for, he opened it up and started to dry my wet, sudsy body. I stood there as this stranger touched every rounded inch of my skin, patting me dry, and letting his hands trail after the spot the towel had just been. He was feeling me as he dried me, and I knew the area between my legs would be the wettest place of all. And when he reached that spot, I opened my legs, giving his access to the area he wanted next. After he'd toweled me dry, he let the towel fall to the floor, and without moving from the spot he was in, replaced the towel with his hand. He rubbed his dark skinned hand across my stomach, down the length of my abdomen, and finally, into the thin patch of pubic hair just above my pussy. His middle finger found my clit, and without ceremony, he began to rub little circles around it. Then, while I stood there, just two feet from my husband, this stranger caught my clit between his forefinger and his thumb, and began to play with it like other men play with my nipples. He twirled it around, tugged on it, and ran his fingernail over it. I was on fire!

"Somehow, Mrs. Blaine, I don't feel I am getting you dry." He removed his fingers from my clitoris. The entire scene seemed so erotic. There I was, standing naked in a hotel bathroom, my husband an arms length away, also naked, save for a butt plug and a cock ring, and a fully dressed room clerk was massaging my clitoris, and remarking about the wetness of my cunt. And all the while, he was calling me by my married name, Mrs. Blaine. I didn't know what to say or do, but I certainly knew what I wanted! 

"Let's go into the bedroom. Perhaps, I need to be blow dried." Within seconds, I was flat on my back on the massive bed, with a handsome stranger breathing hotly on my naked pussy, as my husband looked on. "Phillip", I continued, "please help Mr. Jabar undress."

"Yes, Ma'am." With that, Phillip began to unbutton Jabar's shirt, but Jabar motioned him away.

"I prefer to do this myself, madam." He stood up, now looking down on my naked form, and began to undo his tie. He relaxed the knot, and then took off his jacket. Handing the clothing he'd removed to Phillip, and never taking his eyes off mine, he undid the cuffs of his shirt. Then the buttons across the front. Button by button, I watched his chest appear. It was a veritable forest of dark curly hair. Few things turn me on more than a hairy chest. He pulled the white shirt out of his pants, and removed it completely. He handed it to Phillip, who, with remarkable calmness, proceeded to hang it in the closet. One leg at a time, he lifted his feet and removed his wing tipped shoes. Then his socks. He stood there with muscles rippling across his chest, bare footed, wearing only his trousers. I watched as he undid the belt, opened the zipper and stepped out of his pants. I could see the bulge in his underwear! I almost panicked. If his cock was anywhere near the size of what I was seeing through his BVD's, I was in for the fuck of my life. hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he started to pull them down.

"Wait", I said. "Please allow my husband to remove those for you." I couldn't help but think of how humiliating that would be to Phillip, to remove the underwear of a man who was about to fuck his wife. And humiliation makes Phillip's cock grow. Before he could protest, Phillip was behind him, his hands on the stranger's underpants.

"Not with your hands, Phillip. Don't be rude. Use your mouth."

"Yes, ma'am."

He fell to his knees, and with his teeth, my husband pulled the other man's underwear down, over his ass cheeks, and down his legs. And as Jabar's cock came into view, Phillip had a first hand look at the dick that was about to fuck his wife. His face was less than an inch away from the cock that would soon be pumping into his wife's pussy. I wanted Phillip to get a good look. I started to order him to kiss the other man's cock, but I must confess, I was too hot to want to share it. I wanted that monster in my pussy, in my mouth. And Phillip was taking much to long getting it undressed for me. 

I reached up and felt the hardening shaft with my hand. I love the feel of a cock head! The contrast between the velvet smoothness of it, and the curly hair that surrounds it always excites me. As I pulled on Jabar's cock, I pulled him closer to me, closer to my mouth. Phillip was still on his knees, only inches away from my mouth. He had the best seat in the house as he watched the desk clerk's cock disappear into the hot cavern of my mouth. He could see my red lips wrap around another man's dick, and my saliva making that dick slick and wet. As Jabar's cock sank deeper and deeper into my other hole, my other cunt, I looked Phillip right in the eye. I couldn't talk, and I'm sure neither could Phillip! I sucked the other man's cock, now better than half way into my mouth, while my hands ran across the underside of his body.

I held Jabar's balls in my hands, gently kneading them, pulling on them. While Phillip stayed riveted to the prime seat he had, my hands went up between the other man's legs, and my nails raked across the bottom side of his ass cheeks. Phillip watched my fingers play across the strangers ass, and watched as I touched the ass hole of this new player. I took my hand away from the man's ass, and moved it toward Phillip's mouth. He knew what I needed. He took my middle finger into his mouth, wetting it for me. I then withdrew it from my husband's mouth, and placed it back on Jabar's ass. Slowly, I fingered the man's asshole, while he crammed his cock into my mouth. And slowly I let my fingers slip inside his ass, pushing, twisting, all the while accepting more and more of his hard dick into my mouth!

Almost in tandem, as his cock slipped deeper into my throat, my finger slipped deeper into his ass hole. I was already up to the second knuckle, when I felt his ass tighten around my finger. I knew what that meant. He was going to shoot his wad. For the third time that night, I was going to feel a cock erupt in my mouth, for the third time with as many men, I would have come dripping from my tongue, for my lips. My husband watched as this stranger pumped his load of hot cream into my mouth. I let Jabar pump squirt after squirt down my throat. Not until he was almost drained did I stop swallowing his come and begin to just hold it in my mouth.

Phillip saw what I was doing. I couldn't see his cock, but I was sure it was pouring come out onto the floor. Poor baby, I thought. He's lost all his cum. Well, I've got extra. I let Jabar's cock slip from my mouth, and leaned the distance between where I was and where my husband was still sitting. Reaching my mouth to his, I kissed Phillip fully on the mouth. And when I did, we both opened our mouths so our tongues could play together, and so I could give my husband a taste of what I'd just had. I transferred a mouthful of Jabar's cum from my mouth to Phillip's, and he never batted an eye. He only swallowed, and ran his tongue inside my cheeks, looking for more! When I finally broke the kiss and started to pull back on the bed I glanced at the floor in front of my husband. I had been right. There was a puddle of cum. He'd gotten off while I was sucking the stranger's cock. He'd come watching another man come in his wife's mouth. 

Both men were satisfied. Phillip had come without my touching his cock. Jabar had splashed his huge load sown my throat. And I still hadn't gotten mine yet. And worse, looking at the two flaccid dicks in the room, I knew neither man would be in any condition to give me what I needed now. Neither spoke, both were sheepish about how quickly they'd come, nor nothing is less useful to a hot woman than soft dicks.

"I see you boys didn't think about what I'd need, did you?" Phillip didn't speak. Jabar looked at his watch. I could have predicted what he'd say next.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Blaine, but I must go. I need to get back to the front desk."

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and walked over to the phone. I dialed room service. "This is Mrs. Blaine in Room 1642. I need another bottle of champagne. And be quick about it!" Hanging up the phone, I turned to the two men, Phillip still naked, Jabar getting dressed as quickly as possible. Fuck! What useless pricks! Well, no sense crying over spilled cum. The night was still young, and so was I.

"I can come back later, if you'd like, Mrs. Blaine."

"Thanks, Jabar, but I only give a man one chance to make me come, and you've had yours."

He was mortified that I was so direct. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I felt like a real bitch. Both these men had let me down. Jabar had an excuse. He had just become too excited. I could understand that. After all, many men wouldn't have been able to keep a hard on with a woman's husband just inches away from his cock while the wife sucked him off. But Phillip didn't have any excuse at all. I hadn't touched him. I'm sure he was excited watching Jabar's cock fucking my mouth, and I suppose given the situation, most men would have had a hard time keeping their cookies intact, but Phillip has seen me do this hundreds of times. He'd seen more men fuck me that he could count. And he knew that after I suck a man off, I need a hard cock in my cunt!

I went back to the bathroom, leaving these two wimps to themselves. Tying my hair back to keep it dry, I stepped into the shower. It was almost 10:30. I wanted to get dressed and go out. I knew I'd find a hard dick somewhere in Dallas, but I couldn't count on the two in the bedroom.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. I ignored the first knock. A few seconds later, I heard the second. "Who is it?"

"Me." Phillip said.

I wasn't really mad at him, but part of the fun this weekend revolved around keeping him guessing. "What do you want," I asked.

"May I talk to you, ma'am?"

I couldn't stay mad. He was trying so hard to please me. "Come in."

He was still naked. His dick flopped against his leg. His cock ring was still in place, as was his butt plug. Damn, the man is hung! But still, it was soft, and I knew he couldn't fuck me right now. Regaining my composure, I spoke to him. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry about coming so soon. I don't know what came over me. I got so excited seeing you suck that guy's cock, and watching you work your finger inside his ass..."

"I know, sweetie, but you've got to get a grip on yourself. You know how badly I need to be fucked after giving a blowjob like that. You've seen me suck hundreds of guys, and each time, what do I need right afterward? Huh? What do I need?"

"You need to be fucked."

"That's right. And if you'd been able to keep your dick straight, you could have been the one to fuck me. In front of him! What a rush that would have been for you...but no, you only thought of that moment, that exact moment. Honestly, Phillip, I sometimes wonder what you must be thinking?"

"I know. Is there anything else I could do to make it up to you, right now?"

I knew where this was going. Phillip's tongue brings me more pleasure than most men's dicks. I stepped out of the shower, and started to reach for a towel. Phillip was quicker than me, and before I knew it, he was gently patting me dry. I stood there, watching him in the mirror. He had dropped to his knees as he dried my feet. The scene was very erotic. As he began to straighten up, I reached my hands down and put them on the back of his head. I didn't need to use any pressure. He knew what I wanted. His head came up to my pussy, his tongue reached out and licked my pubes. Leaning against the wall, I opened my legs enough to give Phillip better access to my cunny. He didn't need an invitation. His mouth clamped over my clitoris and started to suck it gently with his lips.

I have a very pronounced clit. When I'm excited, it pushes past the outer lips of my pussy, and sticks straight out. Phillip knows how to arouse me to my fullest. Without moving his mouth off my cunt, he reached his arms up my torso, and found my melon-sized breasts. While his tongue whipped my clit back and forth, his fingers rolled my bullet nipples after a fashion of someone feeling fine silk. I felt my body tighten as his skilled technique started to build the fires in my cunt higher and hotter. And I watched every movement in the wall sized mirror. I spread my legs further apart, and he moved his head between them. He was eating my pussy in earnest now, not stopping to give me a change to tell him to stop. As if that were an option!

I knew I was going to come! Yeah. Oh, baby! I knew it was about to happen. Phillip had moved his left arm away from my tits and was rubbing my ass while he pressed his mouth into my pussy. I wanted to feel his fingers in my ass hole. I didn't tell him. I didn't have to. He knew what to do. Phillip has watched me get fucked often enough to know what I need, when I need it. Oh, fuck! I needed a cock. And I mentally kicked myself for having sent Jabar away. I wasted a perfectly good dick because I'd been impatient. Thinking about the dark Arab's throbbing prick as it had pierced my mouth, I remembered the way he came in my mouth. The seemingly endless spurts of come shot deep in my throat. As my husband ate my pussy, I remembered the other man, the man I'd just sucked dry. And I came. Phillip braced me by holding my legs firm as he continued to punish my pussy with his tongue. If he'd not had a firm grip, I would have collapsed in a quivering heap on the bathroom floor right then and there.

My mind was a collage of flashes from the evening. I remembered how the boy we'd picked up on the Interstate had fucked me in the back seat of our Lincoln, fucked me while my husband drove the car, stealing quick glances through the rear view mirror, watching this boy fuck me, fuck his wife. And I remembered how Phillip had pulled the car alongside a truck, and turned on the inside lights so the trucker could watch me get fucked by the hitchhiker. And I remembered how Phillip had eaten the boy's cum out of my pussy, and then sucked the boy's cock clean, sucked the boy till he'd come in Phillip's mouth! And lastly, I remembered how Phillip had come in my mouth, just thirty minutes before Jabar had used that same mouth for his release. And now, now Phillip was bringing me to my third orgasm since he'd placed his tongue on my clit, less than two minutes ago!

The third was the hardest! It racked my body like an earthquake. My come flowed out of my pussy, and Phillip lapped up every drop! And in doing so, he brought on a fourth, but gentle, orgasm. It was more than a kiss, but less than a fuck! And it primed my pump for another adventure. Even as I was coming down from the fourth cum, I was looking forward to the fucking I knew I soon have. And I knew Phillip would fuck me, also!

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The Deal Ch. 4



I told Patrick to clean himself up as I started to dress. It was already past eleven, and I still needed a hard dick in my pussy. Patrick could have serviced me, and for a brief moment, I considered letting him hammer his ten inch cock into me, but the whole point of this weekend was to drive him crazy with desire, and besides, I could fuck him any time I wanted. After eight years of marriage, I still could make him come whenever the mood struck me. And usually that was at least twice a day, sometimes more. But now, on this trip, I was in charge, and I intended to enjoy the situation to its fullest.

I knew what I was going to wear. I had brought several outfits for the weekend, and had planned the celebration very carefully. I spent a few minutes on my hair. It's a light shade of auburn, and the red highlights compliment my green eyes and lightly freckled complexion. I was in the bathroom, putting a few curlers in the area that was most in need, (Jabar had messed me up a little as he came in my mouth) and all the time thinking about Patrick in the other room. I had not told him to get dressed yet. He was in the bed room, on the other side of the door, naked, waiting for my instructions.

I picked up the remote control from the dressing table, and moved the dial to five. That was half way to full power. With a wicked smile, I placed my finger on the button that would activate the vibrating cock ring and butt plug my husband was wearing.

"Patrick, are you standing up?" I asked through the closed door.

"No, ma'am. Did you want me for something?"

"Yes. Come to the door, but don't come in."

I heard the bed springs as he stood up and padded over and stood just outside the bathroom door.

"Yes, ma'am?"

I put the remote control down. "Are you having a good time?"

"Now?" He asked.

"Yes. Now, and all evening. Are you having fun?"

"I...do you mean...well, yes, I am sort of enjoying myself. Ma'am."

I took the curlers out and began brushing my hair. As we talked through the closed bathroom door, I touched up my makeup. I don't wear a lot of stuff, mostly a little liner and some pancake, and of course, lipstick. My face was right, so I began to dress. First, the panties. Black is Patrick's favorite color, and I wanted him to enjoy this weekend. I slipped my legs into the lacy silk black panties. I don't know why I bothered. They have no crotch, and my pubic hair was peeking right out the middle. My pubes are darker than my other hair, and the blackness of the panties and the darkness of my pubic hair blended together. A man would need look closely to realize that my bush was exposed. Look closely or touch. And I knew that shortly, a man, some man, would be doing both. 

"Oh, poor baby. You mean you're only 'sort of' enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, no. I mean, I am enjoying myself. It's just that...well, I really need to fuck you. Ma'am."

I had put on my garter belt by now, and was in the process of rolling my left stocking up my leg. I love wearing garters and stockings. There is something just so decadent about feeling the silk stockings as they unfurl and then connect to the garter snaps on the belt. I hadn't answered him after his last statement. I continued to dress, now pulling up the other stocking. The garter belt was framing my panty covered pussy, with a border of white silky skin over the top of my garter belt, and complimented with the exposed skin of my upper thighs, the area between the stocking tops and the panties. I ran my blood red fingernails over this area, this tender portion of my body! I was getting hot all over again.

My mind's eye could see Patrick on the other side of the door, standing there, his dick still imprisoned within the confines of his cock ring. I imagined his full balls, swelling with desire. I could close my eyes and see his hairy chest, his little nipples already firm with anticipation. Patrick loves to have me suck on his nipples. At first, when we start to make love, they are almost too sensitive to touch. They tickle. But once we get started, once I've had his cock in my mouth for a few moments, once I've run my tongue into his ass hole a few times, I reach up and catch his right nipple between my fingers, and begin to kneed it, to roll it around between my thumb and my first finger.

Once it becomes hard, I take my fingernail and run it inside the ridges of his nipples, raking it, and finally, I start to pinch it, to twist it. That's usually when I speed up my cock sucking. Dropping another inch or so down his hard dick, I usually will bare my teeth on his cock at this point. That's something he likes a lot! He enjoys the pain involved in a rough blow job. I will usually start to bite his cock harder as I twist his nipples harshly between my fingers. My other hand is usually working a finger into his ass hole by this time, and...and... Wait. I'm getting carried away. 

At any rate, as I stand in the bathroom, I'm now almost ready to put on my dress. I thought about a bra. I have several, but I seldom wear them. My breasts are full, and very well shaped. I wear a 38DD cup, but they are firm and tight, and while it is obvious when I am braless, it is not because they sag, but rather because the nipples stand out almost a 3/4 of an inch from my breasts. Patrick speaks to me again. "Did I anger you by saying I want to fuck you?"

I remained silent. Fuck the bra. I removed the dress from the hanger. It is black, with a white lapel. It wraps around me, and fastens with two buttons at the waist. When I walk, I can make it open in the front, reveling as much of my legs as I wish. There are no other buttons or fasteners on the dress at all! Two buttons hold it closed. Two small buttons. And I only fastened one. 

The shoes. I have three pairs of heels with me. One is black, with an open side, and open toe. They are about four inches and very shinny. Another pair, a bit higher, red satin, closed toes. Too conservative for the dress, but the color is flashy. Another pair. Black with white bows. Perfect, except they are only about two and a half inch heels. I try on all three pairs. My hand touches the dressing table for balance. I see the remote control again. This time, when I pick it up, I look at the closed door, the barrier between my husband and myself. 

"Patrick?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

I push the button. I cannot hear the vibrating, but I can hear him gasp. I turn the dial. Six. Seven. Eight! I imagine him quivering, I imagine his cock rising to its full length, attaining its solid hardness. I let it continue as I slip into my shoes. The shinny black ones with the open sides and toes. And then I stop. That's enough for now. He can hear me through his sudden passion. 

"Patrick?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Did you come?"

"I'm very close. Do you want me to?"

"No. You may not come yet. Get dressed now. You have three minutes." I slip the controller inside my purse. The night is waiting!

We do not speak as we ride the elevator to the lobby. It stops on the tenth floor, and a very nice looking man gets in. He smiles at Patrick and myself. The door closes and the elevator starts down again. I open the skirt of my dress and adjust my stockings. The stranger watches. So does my husband. Neither say anything. I run my hand along the silk stocking, smoothing them out. I continue to run my hands along the top of the hose, and now over my naked thighs. And I stop when my fingertips touch the tip of my panties. I straighten up, my dress closes as quickly as it opens. The stranger doesn't know what to say, what to do. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. A woman enters. We all smile. As it descends again, I reach over to the stranger and remove his pen from his shirt pocket. I reach down and take his hand. Opening his palm, I simply write 1642 on his skin. I replace the pen in his pocket. The woman assumes I am with the stranger. That he is my husband, or my date. The elevator tops at the lobby, and Patrick and I step out. She is confused. And the stranger, the stranger only stands there, looking at his hand. Looking at the number I've written on it.

Looking at our room number.

As we wait for the valet to bring our car, I feel an undeniable feeling of raw power! I know there is no man I cannot have, no thing I cannot do. Nothing will be too outrageous, nothing will be too daring! My pussy will be my toy for the next two days, and I will play with it in any fashion I wish. And my husband will be right there, watching as I have my fill of hard cocks and firm tongues. He will watch and help others as they do whatever I want done to my cunt, watch as I do whatever I want to other men's dicks, to other men's cocks, their balls, their asses! I am without limits. I am a whore turned loose with her husband's approval. And I intend to do whatever and whoever I wish!

The car arrives. The valet opens the door on the passenger side for me. I look at him and at the back door. He realizes his mistake. Closing the front door, he opens the back door, and I enter the car. Patrick gets in the drivers seat and starts the car. I know the valet is confused. I could care less. Patrick starts the car, and asks, "Where to?"

I utter two words. "Sans Soci". French for, "Without Guilt." He knows the place. I lean back and begin to plan. This is going to be an exceptional night.

I remember the first night Patrick ever took me to Sans Soci. I had never been to a swing club before, but knew they existed. It was my idea, really. Patrick was a great deal more worldly then I was in those days, but I was always the more adventuresome. He told me that the club was probably too risque for my tastes. But I insisted, and with a bit of oral persuasion, (I gave him a blow job as he was getting ready to go to the office) he finally relented and said we'd go there the next night. 

Time seemed to drag between when he said we could go and the time we actually got in the car to begin the trip. Dallas is about an hour and a half from where we lived at the time, and I couldn't wait. I'd already made up my mind that I was going to enjoy myself, at least to the extent that Patrick would let me, but was pretty sure that "fun" wasn't going to actually include my fucking anyone other than my husband.

I'd made some preparations the day of the trip, things like new underwear, garters, silk stockings, etc, and as a last minute idea, I'd even trimmed my pubic hair to the point that it was more like a thin coat of soft red down, rather than the full bush I usually sport! I didn't tell Patrick about that part. After all, a girl's got to have some secrets!

As we drove to the club, I asked my husband dozens of questions about what to expect. He told me about the place, in detail. His first wife and he had been heavy into swapping, and I knew he was speaking from experience. My pussy was literally dripping by the time we got there. In the parking lot, just before we got out of the car, Patrick took my hand. 

"Rachael, I want you to enjoy yourself. I won't be jealous about anything you do, as long as you include me in your activities. When we go through those doors, all bets are off concerning our regular way of doing things, and I want you to keep that in mind."

"I understand," I told him, not really understanding anything at all.

"Okay. Let's go." He gave me a deep kiss, squeezed my right breast, making my nipple harden instantly, and then opened his car door and got out. When he came around to my side to let me out, I swung my legs higher then necessary, but I wanted him to be the first to see what I was wearing under my clothing. He let out a low whistle. 

"Oh, baby, I had no idea. How about a quick fuck before we go in?"

"Probably not, but I'll keep you in mind." 

With that I was out of the car and half way to the door. I guess a casual observer might think I was a bit hot to trot. And they'd have been right! Patrick caught up with me at the door. We entered together. The outside doors led into a small ante room. There was a man wearing a tux just inside the door. He welcomed us and then recognized my husband. That probably facilitated our admittance. Within a few seconds, the door between the little room and the main hall buzzed, and without further ado, we were inside the main area.

I must say, at first blush, it seemed like any other club. The women were a bit more provocatively dressed, and I noticed that most seemed to be unaware of how much flesh they were showing. But on the surface, it seemed like any other club. We found a table and sat down. It was close to the dance floor, but there was no one dancing at the moment. I would say the club was about half full, and I wasn't particularly impressed. The disk jockey's booth was empty, but a cigarette was smoldering in the ashtray nearby. He'd probably run to the men's room. We settled in and Patrick ordered our drinks. The waitress knew him. I was wondering just how often he'd been in the place, and how recently. I didn't have time to consider these questions. The disk jockey bounced back unto the dance floor, and into his booth. He started the records as well as his own line of prattle! 

"Hello, earlybirds! We're back with more platters and light matters, and it's time for a fast one! Grab your girl, (or someone else's) and let's do it. And let's make this a three person couple!"

I had no idea was that meant. (I later found out that was two men and one woman, or vice-versa, dancing as a team.) I never like to dance when I first get to a club, preferring to get the lay of the land before I jump into anything. But that night, when a good looking guy named Jay asked if I would join him and his wife for the next dance, I guess I was a bit taken back. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the dance floor, sandwiched between Jay and his wife Jan. She was a fine looking blonde, and wore a red, strapless dress, cut low in the front, and very short. The dance was a fast moving one, "I'm So Excited!" and the tempo was upbeat and hot! 

Now, I've danced with a lot of guys, and thought I'd seen and felt everything that could happen on a dance floor. But when Jan started to lift the hem of her dress, already very short and revealing, she shocked me. I remember wondering when she would stop its upward ascent. The top of her stockings were very visible, and I watched as more and more of her thighs came into view. But she didn't stop. I couldn't believe it. She had lifted the hem to her waist, showing her pantyless, shaved pussy to all who wanted to see! Oddly enough, it seemed like only myself and Jay were watching. And I could tell by the look of anticipation in her eyes, she was waiting for me to follow suit.

I glanced over to Patrick. He was watching the show and encouraged me with a knowing smile. What the hell, if he didn't care, well, I was there to have fun! I began to raise the hem of my dress also. I originally intended to go only as high as the tops of my stockings, but something made me throw caution to the wind, and I found myself strutting on the dance floor, my hem in my hand, and my pantied cunny on view for whoever cared to watch. And Jay watched! He moved closer to me, putting me between Jan and himself. They worked in unison to close me in, almost as if I were in the middle of a dance sandwich.

As they moved closer, I could feel Jan's hands on my shoulders, rubbing, pulling me backward toward her. Jay moved closer...Suddenly I felt hands massaging my ass. It was Jan! She had her hands on my ass cheeks, kneading them with a sensual touch that I'd never felt from a woman. And Jay joined in. His hands were touching my neck, and slid down to the shoulders, touching my bare skin. I was getting very hot! I couldn't see Patrick, but knew he was watching me. Suddenly the music changed. A slow song replaced the hectic pace of the first, and almost as if on cue, Jay reached out and pulled me toward him; Jan was right behind me.

The three of us were moving as one, but now Jan's hands were inside my panties, rubbing my ass, raking her nails across my flesh. Jay had moved down to my breasts, and his hands covered my tits, teasing my nipples, making me hornier than I'd been in years. I realized why his hands were having that effect on me. My breasts were exposed! He'd undone the few buttons on the top of my dress, and had pulled it open enough to free my big boobs! Once they were free of the confines of the dress, his hands moved south, and I felt him running his fingers across my pussy! All that was between him and my mound was the satin panties I had covering my cunt.

These two were a team! His fingers had no sooner touched me in my secret place when I felt Jan's hands reach up and cup my tits. My first reaction to all this was to run back to Patrick, but because of the way the two of them had me wedged between them, and because of the darkness of the club, and mostly because my pussy was dripping with passion, I stayed my ground. Even when I felt Jay reach up to the waistband of my panties, and start lowering them over my hips. I knew I shouldn't allow this, but I wanted it! I wanted it bad! He had my panties down, my pussy being fondled without any resistance! In fact, when he released them, they fell to the floor, and without missing a beat, I stepped out of them, leaving them there, unconcerned about how obvious my sluttish behavior had become! Jay had his fingers, two of them, already inside my cunt, and as the three of us continued to dance, I could feel myself giving over to his experienced hands. I wanted to come! His wife was twisting my nipples between her fingers, as her husband pumped his fingers into my hot snatch! I had closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feelings that were coursing though my body. I wanted this dance to go on forever! 

I hadn't noticed anything except the two of them for what seemed like hours. Suddenly I was aware that something had changed. I opened my eyes to discover a blue spot light was shining directly on the three of us. Not only that, but we were the only ones on the dance floor! Everybody else had stood aside, making us the star of the show. And everybody else in the entire club was watching the three of us! 

Patrick included! As hot as I was at that moment, I wasn't hot enough to publicly fucked, which obviously was what they had in mind. Breaking away from them, I mumbled something about having to find my husband, stooped down to grab my panties off the floor, and scurried off the floor and out of the spotlight. I made it back to Patrick and sat down immediately. I half expected him to scold me for my sluttish behavior, and I half expected him to tell me that I needed to behave myself. I didn't know what I was going to tell him, how to explain my sudden exhibitionist display.

I needn't have worried. He took my hand in his, and moved it under the table to his lap. I felt what he wanted me to feel. His cock was out of his pants, and harder than the wood on the table before us. I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it up and down as he told me how excited he was. He was not disappointed in my behavior, but rather, saddened by the fact that I had stopped!

"I really thought you'd suck his cock, Rachael," he said as I continued to stroke his hard dick. "If you'd have fallen to your knees and started to blow him, I would have come right here, without anyone touching me!" 

"You wouldn't have been mad?"

"Mad! Are you crazy! What kind of a place do you think this is? Listen sweetie, before tonight is over, you'll see more cocks and pussies than you thought possible in one place, and most of them will have mouths on them!"

"I wanted to suck him, but it's so public here!"

As I said these words, Patrick's cock jumped in my hand. I knew I was having an effect on him. I continued my jerking of his cock as I kept talking.




The Deal Ch. 4



"I felt his dick against my leg as we danced, and his fingers worked my pussy like a master! I almost came when his wife started playing with my tits. Would you have liked to watch me come on that stage?"

Patrick couldn't answer me! He was too lost in what my hands were doing under the table. Well, he wanted hot, and I decided to give him hot! I leaned over him, placing my head where my hand had been. His cock disappeared inside my mouth and I sucked him in full view of several of the club patrons. 

He couldn't hold out now. His dick pulsated and shot its load into my waiting mouth. I continued to suck him, spurt after spurt shooting down my throat. I knew people were watching, but I didn't care! When I stopped sucking him, I sat upright in my chair. Before I had a chance to say anything, Jan was standing next to me, lowering her face to mine. We kissed a deep tongue thrashing kiss. When it was over, she smiled at me and said, "I wondered if he'd come in your mouth, and the only way to really know was to take a taste. Hope you didn't mind." 

That was my first visit to Sans Soci. We'd been back many times since, each time enjoying the openness and the freedom of doing what we wanted with who we desired. And tonight would prove to be no different. As Patrick opened the back door of the car, letting me out, I didn't say a word to him. He followed me as I entered the club. Just before we entered the main room I turned to him and said, 

"Remember, this is my weekend. We do everything my way! If you fail to obey instantly any command, everything will come to a halt, and I don't know if we'll ever have adventures like the ones you so love, ever again." He didn't reply. He only opened the door for me and smiled. He knew he'd have a lot to smile about before this night was over!

As we entered the interior of the club, I was aware of the overwhelming sexual tension in the air. It was already past midnight, and things were heating up. There was no table near the dance floor, always a good spot to sit, so we turned and walked toward the bar. I was about to order a drink when I noticed Nancy. Nancy's a real dish! And a real swinger! Patrick has always wanted to fuck her, but never has been able to work out the logistics. She was always occupied when he was ready, and he was always busy when she was available. Her husband, Jason was a hunk! I'd sucked his cock on more than one occasion, but had never fucked him either!

The timing was never right for us either. While I wanted his hard cock in me, it never seemed to work out that he and I were "unoccupied" at the same time. 

I spoke to Nancy, mostly small talk, while Patrick got our drinks. She noticed we didn't have a table and offered to share their's with us. I eagerly took her up on her offer. I motioned to Patrick that I was going to sit with Nancy and Jason, and he nodded his understanding. As I joined the blonde couple, I noticed Jason seemed to be more interested in the activities on the dance floor, than on me or Nancy. As I sat at their table, waiting for Patrick to bring our drinks, I took in Jason's fine body. He was hard everywhere. I felt his hand resting on my right knee, but he didn't seem too committed to exploration, and his attention was divided between my legs and the dance floor. I soon saw what was capturing his interest. He was watching with rapt attention as a woman on the dance floor was being systematicly undressed by three other women. 

Now it was not unusual to see a woman in that club fondle another woman, even on stage, but it was kinda strange how these three were working on this other woman. The woman being undressed stood rigid between the trio that was intent on stripping her clothes off in front of the entire club. They seemed to be holding the semi-nude woman between themselves, and if I didn't know better, I would almost have thought she was being forced to allow these women to strip her naked. The club is a bit rough, but I'd never seen anyone do anything to anybody that they didn't want done. This was different, this was a bit more...savage.

The three women stripping the girl in the middle didn't seem to be taking the usual care that people exhibited here. In fact, I noticed something I hadn't seen when I first took in the scene.

The girl in the middle was handcuffed! She had already had her blouse removed, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. At first, I thought she was merely holding her hands behind her back, making her breasts stand out further. She had lovely tits, even though I couldn't see all of them because they were still encased in her French bra. I noticed now that the girl in the handcuffs still had her skirt and shoes on. Her bra was still on, but the three women who held her captive were feeling her breasts, fondling the nipples through the black silk material of her bra. 

By the time I had realized what was going on, Patrick had joined us at the table. Jason still had his hand on my knee, but was also rubbing the top of my thighs through my dress. All four of us, as well as the others in the bar, were watching the action in the center of the dance floor. A pair of scissors suddenly were in evidence, and one of the women cut the front of the cuffed woman's bra, between her large breasts, and the garment fell to the floor. And before the bra hit the floor, the other two women had their mouths covering the cuffed woman's breasts. They were obviously enjoying the other woman's tasty nipples.

I realized that Jason had moved his hand from atop my dress and had worked it between my legs, and was just inches from my pussy. I relaxed my legs so he would have no trouble finding the cunt I knew he wanted. His hands automatically responded, and within seconds, he was gently rubbing my clit as it was prominently exposed through my crotchless panties. I made no effort to cover myself, knowing that Patrick had a perfect view of Jason's fingers and they twirled around the entrance of my pussy!

Of course he was enjoying the view. And he was enjoying the rubbing he was receiving on his own cock from Nancy. While his dick was still inside his pants, Nancy was rubbing my husband to hardness. I knew she must have felt the electronic cock ring I had placed on my husband's hard dick. But if she did, she didn't act surprised. Of course, with Nancy, nothing she found in a man's pants would surprise her. 

The action on the floor stopped. The DJ bounced out to center stage. He stepped in front of the bound woman and, after feeling her hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger, turned to the audience.

"Hello, fun seekers! Welcome to the newest game here at Sans Soci! As you can see, our first volunteer is now without her blouse and bra. If you don't remember the rules, or if you've just gotten here, let me remind you about what happens next.

"If you want this woman back, or if you just want to enjoy what she's now showing, you can bid for her. But we don't want money, do we? If you want her, bid another woman to take her place. Now then, do I hear a bidder?" 

No one said anything. I looked around the room, and saw a man sitting by himself, although there were two drinks on his table. I was pretty sure the woman on the stage was his wife. He was stroking his cock through his pants, and the lust on his face was unmistakable! I'd seen it on Patrick's face many times when I was being used to satisfy another man's desires.

Suddenly, a voice from the back of the room. "I'll take her, and give you this bitch!"

I recognized the voice. It was Larry, Janet's husband. And the woman he was pushing to the front of the stage was none other than Janet, herself. I wasn't surprised. She's a hot bitch, and I knew she wanted to be up there. Knowing her, she probably told Larry to offer her. The DJ spoke again.

"Okay, bring her up! And you know the rules. The slave you're getting is naked from the waist up, so you have to go one better! What'll it be?"

Larry delivered his wife to the front of the dance floor, turned her to face the crowd, and unbuttoned her blouse. After he'd removed it, he undid her bra. But he didn't stop there. Reaching behind her, he unzipped her skirt, and allowed it to fall to the floor. She was wearing only her garters, stockings, panties and shoes! And did she look hot! Of course, Janet was never the shy type. Larry took the other woman off the stage, her hands still cuffed behind her, and led her back to his table. He hadn't even gotten her back to her chair before his hands were all over her full tits. And he didn't even look back to see what was happening to his wife!

Janet, in the meantime, was standing there, before all of us, and put her hands behind her back to be cuffed! Now I have great tits, but I gotta tell you, Janet makes me seem flat-chested. And having her hands cuffed behind her only made them seem to stick out further. The DJ was back now, but this time, he not only fondled the captive's breasts and nipples, but also ran his hands over her pantied pussy! Janet shuddered as the man's hand found her clit through her satin tap pants. He was obviously enjoying himself, as was she.

While all this was going on, Jason was finger fucking me in earnest! My quim was squishy wet, and his in-and-out action was actually making embarrassing noises. I glanced over to see if Patrick was watching his wife's pussy being punished by this stranger, and of course he was. Nancy had taken matters a step further, and had Patrick's cock out of his pants, and was giving his electronic cock ring the once over. She turned to me, and for the first time, noticed her husbands fingers inside my pussy. If that annoyed her, she certainly didn't show it. Instead she gave me a quizzical look and lifted Patrick's cock up, as if to ask me what the cock ring was all about.

I reached down to Jason's hand and gently pulled his fingers out of my cunt. I wanted him to continue, but I needed to have control of my body for a few minutes. 

"You can go back in in just a second, sweetie. I need to get something out of my purse."

I reached into my bag and withdrew the controller for the cock ring. Nancy was a smart girl. I knew she'd figure it out on her own. I leaned across the table and handed the controller to her. "Enjoy," was all I said. Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs apart, and looking at Jason, said, "You were saying..." He didn't need a second invitation. His hand was back on my pussy, his fingers digging deep into my secret place, furiously beating the passion out of my clit!

I put the feelings that Jason was building in my cunt on hold, and turned my attention back to Janet. Her three tormentors were running their tongues across her breasts and down her flat tummy. One of them snaked a hand inside the top of her panties. I could see by the expression on Janet's face that the woman had found her love button. I suspect Janet might have come right then on the stage if the DJ hadn't bounced back into centre stage. 

"Now then, this hot little bitch is ready to make one of you guys very happy! Do I hear a bid?" 

"I'll take her!" The voice from the left of the stage was not one I recognized. But then, I didn't know every one who visited this particular club. A rather short, heavy set man was walking toward the stage, his tall companion being dragged behind him, almost reluctantly. He arrived at the stage, and without any type of ceremony, turned to his friend and simply said, "Take 'em off!"

She complied instantly. The woman he'd brought was slender and tall, and very dark! I envied her sun tan! She was dressed in a two piece suit, which she quickly stripped off her well endowed body. Next came the red blouse, followed by her bra. She didn't need be told that the ante was now one more garment. Again, without hesitation, she placed her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, and peeled them off her smooth ass. Janet was led off the stage, and given to the short little man, who quickly spirited her off to his little section of the room. His wife, or girl friend, was soon forgotten as she was lead to the centre stage, cuffed and placed on display for all the other men to bid on.

The DJ wasn't about to pass on this piece of ass. He was quickly back on the floor, and again he was freely feeling the woman in front of him! His hands lingered on her hard little nipples, and I guess they were just too tempting for him. He leaned over, kissed one and then the other. The second kiss took a bit longer than the first, and when he pulled his face off her breast, the little pool of spittle was clearly there for anyone to see! Next, he ran his hand down her curveous body, until his fingers found her wet pussy and then disappeared inside. The woman gasped as the DJ pushed two fingers inside her box! I feared for a moment that her knees would buckle, and she would fall down in front of the DJ. But he removed his fingers from her pussy, and then, in a move that probably surprised him as much as her, he held the pussy soaked fingers before the woman's mouth. Without hesitation, the woman sucked the fingers into her mouth, and cleaned them of any evidence of her passion juice. 

"Gentlemen, I'm tempted to keep this one, but rules are rules. Anybody got anything worth trading for this slut?" 

I knew what I wanted! Turning to Patrick, I told him, "Trade me!"

He didn't hesitate. Standing up, with his cock still outside his pants, cockring and all, he shouted, "This cunt is hot. I'll bid for the other bitch!"

I didn't wait for Patrick to walk me to the front. I made the trip in less than six steps, and with each step, I was getting hotter and wetter. Patrick caught up with me just before I stepped onto the dance floor. I had already undone the one button holding the black and white dress on my body, and with the shrug of my shoulders, it fell to the ground. I was wearing no bra, and my crotchless panties offered neither modesty or protection. I stood in front of the DJ wearing only my stockings and garter and heels. After turning my back to him, and my front to the audience, I offered my hands to him to cuff. I swear, I almost came as I heard them snap shut!

There is something about being helpless in front of a man, naked and helpless, that makes my pussy run wet! I knew I had to up the ante, but clothing was not the answer. I fell to my knees in front of the DJ. He knew what I wanted. He knew what I was prepared to do. But surprisingly, he seemed to hesitate. Instead of pulling his cock out of his pants for me to suck, he turned to the audience and asked, "Who wants to be the designated squirter?" Before anyone could answer, Jason was on his feet, and on the dance floor.

The DJ turned me sideways, so as not to block the action of my bidding. Jason dropped his pants and underwear in one motion. His hard cock was poking me in the eye, slapping my face with his turgid dick! I didn't need to be told what to do. Since I was deprived of the use of my hands, I was pretty much at the mercy of Jason's cock. He didn't make me wait long. Sliding his hard dick past my lips, he entered my mouth in one fast stroke. He'd taken my head, (needlessly) and was holding my face against his legs, as his cock sawed in and out of my mouth.

I don't know if it was the time he'd spent moments before with his fingers in my cunt, or if it was the idea of cumming in my mouth in front of a room full of people, or maybe just face fucking me in front of my husband, but at any rate, Jason began shooting his load almost as soon as his dick hit the back of my throat. And I wanted it all! I swallowed almost as fast as he came. Almost! I got almost all of his cum swallowed. But not quite all. When he pulled his spent cock out of my mouth, I knew some of his seed was spilling down my chin, and dangling there, for all the world to see that I had indeed just sucked a man's cock, a man I barely knew, and a man who'd face-fucked me just feet from my husband's watchful eyes.

I looked over at Patrick. He was watching me, but at the same time, he had his cock buried in the woman's snatch that had stood on this stage just before me. And when Patrick saw my mouth with cum dripping from it, I watched him come in the stranger's pussy! And for the forth time that night, I realized my mouth had been fucked, but my pussy was still vacant! This would not do. Not do at all!

I wasn't happy about the way the night was going. It seemed to me that Patrick was getting all the fun, and I was doing all the work! If you call sucking a good looking stud while handcuffed on a dance floor work, that is. The DJ helped me to my feet and started to turn me around to undo the cuffs. Then he stopped, and turned me back to face him. 

"I know I shouldn't do this, but I really can't help myself!" Saying this, he reached down and put one hand on my exposed pussy. His other hand was fondling my left breast. As his fingers sunk into my steaming cunt, I felt my knees get weak. I needed to be fucked so badly! The DJ's fingers sped up their frantic movement. My nipples were sticking straight out, and my pussy was gushing slick juices down my legs and all over the stranger's hands. 

"Please. I need to be fucked so much. Can't you help me?" I was begging the handsome musician.

"I'm not much for public fucking. But..." He took my arm by the elbow and led me off the dance floor and around to his record booth. There was a small table, stacked with records and tapes, and another one with his coat across it. In the front of the booth was his electronic equipment. The booth was elevated about four feet off the ground, and enclosed in plexiglass and paneling. He was not gentle with me at all, but rather, with a combination of pulling and shoving, forced me into the booth and then followed me in.

"So, you need to be fucked, huh?" 

"Yes! Please. I need a hard cock in my pussy!"

"Well, maybe I can help you. But only if you can give me what I need. Think you can do that?"

"Anything. Just give me your cock!"

He smiled and turned his back on me. I watched him turn some dials on his electronic control board. Turning back to me he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I gasped as I saw what he had between his legs. It was huge! Now I like a big cock as well as the next girl, but that monster was absolutely unreal in its size. I instantly changed my mind about fucking him. I wouldn't mind sucking it a while, or even jerking it off on my tits and face, but there was no way that thing was going into my pussy! No way at all.

I started to think about getting out of the booth, but the door was closed. I knew no one could hear me if I yelled, not over the music I was sure he'd turned on, and not in the midst of the orgy that was unleashed by the dance floor auction! I pushed back the feeling of panic that was overcoming me. This wasn't the worse thing that could happen to me, and if I played my cards right, I would probably enjoy the experience.

"Okay, listen, sweetie, I can't take that cock in my pussy. But I'll be glad to blow you. Why don't you take off my cuffs, and let me at that little puppy?"

"Oh, but you asked me to fuck you. I remember. You told me you needed a cock sooooo badly. remember?"

I could tell this wasn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped. I tried another tack.

"Listen, honey, that thing'll split me in half. And you don't want to hurt me do you? Let my hands go and I'll make you very happy."

"No, let's leave your hands where they are. But if you don't want to fuck me, that's okay. I'll just entertain myself with your hot body. I'll just feel around...and..." 

His hands had resumed their exploration. I couldn't help myself. When his fingers found my clit, my legs opened on their own, giving him greater access to my pussy, to my hot cunt! He kept his fingers busy, and began touching my breasts again, just as he had a few moments before on the dance floor. I began reconsidering my fear of his cock. It was big...but I had been fucked before by big guys...and I really was hot... 




The Deal Ch. 4



Almost as if he'd read my mind, he withdrew his fingers from my steaming pussy. Hoisting me up without any apparent effort, he settled me on the table that had had his coat draped over it. My hands were starting to hurt, and I didn't want to be laid on my back, for fear of the cuffs cutting into my backside. He didn't care about that. He firmly, but gently pushed me backwards on the table. In the same motion he fell to his knees and placed his mouth where his fingers had been. I no longer cared about my backside, in fact, the pain from the handcuffs was actually enhancing the pleasure his mouth was giving my cunt. I spread my legs further apart. I didn't want anything getting between my pussy and his tongue!

"Do you want me to continue?" He asked taking his lips off my hot box.

"YES!!! OF COURSE I DO!!!" 

"Then you have to ask me for it, baby. You've got to beg me to suck your pussy! No beg, no tongue!"

"Please. Suck me. Lick me." 

"I'm sorry, but I can't quite make out what you said. Did you want something from me?"

"Yes. Please. Suck my cunt."

"What? Suck what?"

He was tormenting me and I knew it. He wanted me to beg but for some reason, I felt that I could hold out a bit longer, wait for more intense pressure. I resolved to wait until he decided to suck my cunt without my begging. I was sure he needed it more than me. After all, I was in charge! 

He didn't put his mouth back on me. Instead he started to finger my cunt, driving his middle finger all the way into me as far as he could reach. His other hand was on my breasts again, first one and then the other! I felt my heat starting to rise again. My pussy was pushing against his hand, trying to get more of it in, more of his fingers twirling inside my cunt. I lost all resolve! 

"Alright, you son of a bitch! Eat my pussy! EAT MY PUSSY!!!!!!!! STICK YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME AND LICK ME TILL I CUM!!!!! I WANT YOU TO EAT AND SUCK ME!!!! PLEASE!!!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!!!"

He lowered his head between my legs again. But though I could feel the heat from his breath, his tongue had still not returned to my pussy lips. I knew what he was waiting for. And I gave it to him.

"PLEASE SUCK MY CUNT!!! I NEED YOUR TONGUE!!!! I NEED YOU TO SUCK ME OFF!!!! I'M SUCH A WHORE!!!! PLEASE GIVE ME WHAT I NEED!!!! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN ME!!!!! And he did! Oh, how he did. His tongue was as long as most men's cocks, and he not only sucked my clit, he pushed this oral organ deep inside me. I swear, it felt like a small dick in me!

"YES. YESSSSSS!!! KEEP IT IN ME!!!! DON'T STOP!!!!"

But he did stop. With my ass hanging off the edge of the table, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my legs spread wide open, as open as any whore could spread them, my benefactor stood up and I knew what he was going to do.

"No! Don't fuck me. Please. Just suck my pussy!"

"Sorry, bitch, but I gotta have some of your sweet cunt. Just relax, and I'll go slowly. It'll be okay. No one ever died from my dick."

I knew there was no point in fighting him. I've always said there are those you tease, and those you please. This was one who would have to be pleased! I was so hot, I knew I wanted it. I needed it!

"Please, be gentle."

"I'll try."

Gentle my ass! He put the head of his cock against my pussy, and with deliberate and constant pressure, pushed into me without pause. I felt inch after inch of his cock sink into my pussy. I felt him reach the place most men reached, and then reach the place Patrick usually reached, and then I felt him reach past there, past where I'd ever felt any man penetrate me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, placing my feet against his ass cheeks. I found myself pulling him closer, closer and deeper into my pussy! If I was going to die from this monster cock inside my cunt, I wanted it all!

"Fuck me. Fuck me with that giant cock! Give it to me. Pound it into me!"

"I can't hear you." He replied with a taunting tone. I knew what he wanted me to say. And I said it. And I said it as loudly as I could.

"FUCK ME!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!! SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO ME, MAKE ME HURT WITH THAT FUCKING COCK!!! FUCK ME!!!"

"How do you want me to fuck you?" He asked quietly. 

"LIKE A WHORE!! FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCK A WHORE!!! GIVE ME THAT HORSE COCK OF YOURS, AND GIVE IT TO ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM. FUCK ME LIKE I'M A CHEAP WHORE!"

He picked up his pace. He fucked his giant cock in and out of me. And my pussy loved it! I was fucking his cock as hard as his dick was fucking me! Stroke for stroke, I gave as good as I got! I wanted to cum while he was still inside me, while he was pumping his jism into my quim. But something kept me from coming. I couldn't reach over the edge, I couldn't drop the dime! I was nearing hysteria. I had put all I had into the fuck, and was getting more and more frustrated with each stroke!

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE. FUCK ME LIKE I'M A SLUT!"

Then he said the two things I needed to hear. First, he answered my statement. "I am fucking you like a whore; you are a whore!" Then he said the words that carried me over the edge. "Everyone knows you're a whore. They've been listening to you beg for it over the loud speakers. They've heard every word you've said. Every word!" 

And that's all I needed to hear. This was as good as fucking in the middle of the mall! Everyone in the club, everyone, including my husband, had heard me beg this man to suck my pussy, to fuck my cunt! And they heard me beg for it hard and fast. And then, then they got to hear me coming. And when I came, I'm sure every person in the club heard that too. Every person!

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