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Trades

By: magmaman



It had been six long months since Jack Conner was laid off from his job working at Davis Industries.

After graduation, he had taken the position as an entry level engineer, with good pay, good benefits. Finally the job as lead man came open, Jack was tickled pink when he got that. With the increase in pay, he and his wife Jeanie splurged some, buying a nice home. The payments made quite a dent, but with real estate making steady gains for literally decades, they were sure that one day they would be well off.

Things proceeded to go all to hell a few short years later.

Barely six months after the company reorganized, with the economy in the toilet, Jack found himself applying everywhere he could think of with zero success. His entire department had been cut, that came as a complete shock.

He did land one short stint as a fork truck driver on a graveyard shift, non union and no benefits, $13.00 per hour.

Unemployment paid darn near as well, and Jack just could not sleep during the day, no matter how hard he tried. But it was work, and he felt much better about himself doing something.

He also hated the big machine, the noise, the smell of the place. It was just something to do until one of his resume's caught a company's attention.

One night completely exhausted, he side swiped his boss's wife's new Camaro trying to get some cartons into a box car out in the yard. No one was supposed to park their vehicles in the yard but this was the boss's wife, she could do anything she wanted to.

The huge carton blocked his view at the exact instant he had to swing the machine to clear a row of shelves, and he bumped the thing. It was parked where he had to get through, right under a big sign that read, "Keep Clear!"

The door panel on it folded up like it was made of tinfoil. 

The woman was rich and always looked like she was about to go out on the town, hair piled up, slinky clothes on, way too much makeup which did little to hide the ravages of time on her 50 plus year old face. She would be called a Cougar in any bar Jack had ever been in, every time he saw her she had way too much of her clearly store bought tits on display.

Several times Jack had actually seen her nipples, the tops she wore looked like she had her boobs sitting on a shelf and they were undone to the point of ridiculous without fail.

Add in that when she went up to her husband's office, she strutted like she was sure all of the crew thought she was hot.

Even worse, she looked at the workers like they were nothing more than a herd of cattle and spoke to them the same way, with distain.

When she spotted that dent, perhaps four inches long, she let out a stream of profanity that would make a sailor blush.

Jack didn't get fired, he quit. That was because the names she called him were not something he would stand for, he was not stupid, was not having sex with his Mother, and his Mother was not a Dog.

"You can't speak to me like that, you smart mouth little bastard!" The woman yelled at him when Jack blew his stack and told her to shut the fuck up.

"Actually, I can, bitch! Nothing to it." Jack told her, just as her husband came around the corner to see what the yelling was about.

The man looked at Jack, then at his wife. He barely managed to keep a straight face when he heard Jack finish up by telling her to go fuck herself, it was probably a good thing the woman didn't see that. 

Then she was yelling at her husband to fire that mouthy son of a bitch. 

Jack just turned and walked out.

So it was back to looking for work.

+++

Jeanie Herman was an on the round side young lady when they met back in college, it took Jack a full dozen dates to finally coax her into his bed.

The petting sessions made it clear she wanted to long before but she also wanted Jack for keeps, and she was afraid that if she gave in too easily he would move on.

There had been a couple of brief situations with boy friends where exactly that had happened.

Jack tried several times to get her into his bedroom, finally with success. A good part of that was because he told her he loved her, and he was being truthful.

Once he got her in his bed, it was darned hard to get her out of it. She turned out to be one of the nastiest gals he had ever managed to seduce, not that he had any great skill or experience in that department.

Jeanie was only the 3rd one on his list and neither one of those were more than a hurried and messy mating while parked. This was completely different, it all meant something.

+++

Jeanie was being careful with men, her early experiences had not gone all that well. She managed to fend off men on earlier dates, and when she met Jack she did the same at first.

Jeanie had let herself get a bit too drunk a few months earlier and woke up on a mattress on the floor. There were two other of her college girlfriends in the room, along with three men she knew and one she didn't.

No one had any clothing on which was quite startling.

How that happened she was not sure, a goodly portion of the night before was lost. What she had thought was Vodka turned out to be Everclear.

Of course with everyone also smoking pot, the room was filled with fumes and that added to the lowered inhibitions.

One of the three men Jeanie knew well, she was dating him. The relationship had only barely evolved into sexual. He was a handsome young man, working towards his law degree, and she was thinking maybe he was the one?

But the one she didn't know was snuggled up to her snoring, his limp sticky penis lying on her thigh, his hand on her breast. That came as something of a surprise, Jeanie sat up and saw the others scattered everywhere. She realized she was naked, and really didn't remember very much.

In the cold light of the next day, her boyfriend now wanted nothing to do with her, even though he was smack in the middle of things the night before. Jeanie vaguely remembered seeing him on top of one of the other girls and wondering why he was doing that with her?

But then someone was on top of her at the same time, she had no idea which one it was, then she had passed out.

That was a terrible thing, not like her at all.

From then on, she was very careful about Alcohol, since that was her second "incident". The other time had been at her senior prom and she had no idea at all of how many or even who that time.

Alcohol appeared to be something Jeanie should avoid.

From the mess, it was obvious that it was way more than one at that prom party. She did barely remember the first one and then realizing that it was not her boyfriend. Her attempt at yelling "no!" came out as a moan, then she was helpless. After that, there was a lot of thrusting at her and she just wanted it to be over. Jeanie decided that nothing like that would ever happen again, but it did.

Now, she was more mature, and thought she had control. One drink was her limit, and she usually simply carried that around to avoid getting refills.

Once she felt sure about Jack, she told him the truth. She wasn't proud of that but she also did not want any secrets from her past popping up.

Jack had been through the far milder things of his own in college, so he shared those incidents with her. College was a crazy time, things happened, but it was all before and this was now. So together, they agreed to let the past stay in the past.

+++

Jeanie had one of those female bodies that fully dressed, a person would think she was on the over weight side. She wasn't, not one bit. Big hips, big breasts, a muscular abdomen, she could almost hold her own up on a stage with any group of body builders.

Not that she would ever do anything like that, there was that underlying sensitivity to the fact that she was a solid 150 pounds, barely 20 pounds less than Jack's own six foot frame. So at just over 5'5", Jeanie was a large girl.

Jack liked to lift weights, that made his muscles burn and kept him in shape. One afternoon before they married Jeanie was at his house, she came into the spare room and saw him doing curls with 120 pounds on the bar.

"How heavy is that?" Jeanie asked him.

"One hundred and twenty." Jack replied, setting down the bar. His face was beaded with sweat, he had just finished a dozen slow reps. It was not a huge load, not really, but many strong men could not do it.

"Let me try?" She asked.

"Kind of heavy for you, hon." Jack said with a grin.

"Oh, I don't think so." She replied, then she proceeded to pick up the bar and do half a dozen curls herself, fairly easily.

"That is pretty heavy." She smirked at him, setting it down while doing her best to not let the strain show.

Yes, Jeanie was a big strong young lady and Jack was very happy with her.

She also kept a neat home, handled everything that needed to be handled, it was clear quickly that they were a perfect fit.

The wedding was fancy, the week long stay at a ski lodge up on Mount Hood was great, too.

That morning when Jack woke up and looked out the window, seeing the tracks in the snow just outside was a start. Those turned from the trail going by 30 feet away and came right up to the window. From the way the snow was packed down, whoever it was had been out there for some time. 

He pulled the curtains after that. They hadn't bothered the night before, after all, they were on the second floor? But snowpack piles up, and it was clear to the windowsill outside. 

Jeanie giggled when he told her that they probably had put on a sex display, she wasn't overly modest and someone had clearly gotten quite a show the evening before.

In an odd way, that was sort of a turn on. Back at home, a few times they talked about that. Jeanie never failed to get fussed up, that was fun.

The idea of ever doing anything like that deliberately never came up.

Life was wonderful, even comfortable, until it wasn't. Lack of money can spoil happiness very quickly.

+++

One day the phone rang, Jack's old college buddy named Dale asked if he could stay a few days until he could find a place to live. Dale was in the same boat as Jack, he had been out of work for a full year.

Dale was a designer, his specialty had been fiberglass. Mostly he designed and built offshore fishing hulls, big ones, like in the 40 foot and up range.

Not too many folks were buying 40 foot long sport fishing boats lately. Dale had finally found a job working for a company that did hot tubs, and the kind that were intended for older or handicapped people.

The problem was that that job was in Portland where Jack and Jeanie lived, and Dale was located in Shrevesport, Louisiana. Jack would have tried for that job himself but he was a machinery designer and setter, his latest job with Davis Industries had been installing and maintaining big machines making plastic bags.

With so many people screaming about plastic bags, things went south in that field, and they went quickly.

No end to it, first the environmentalists were mad about trees being cut down to make paper bags, then they were mad about plastic bags? Hell, they were always mad about something, no end to it all.

+++

Dale was tall and slender, over six feet. Jack knew he was married to a woman named Cheryl, he had seen the photos that came in the Christmas cards but never met her. She was clearly very pretty, her body lithe and apparently in shape. Her head was topped with a mass of long blond curls.

Since Dale and Cheryl had no hope at all of selling their house in Shrevesport, he had no choice but to leave her there and take the job in Portland.

"We are kind of upside down, Jack. Money is real tight, it will take me a couple of months or so to get back on my feet. This is sure going to help, thanks." Dale sounded grateful on the phone.

"No problem, we have a spare room here. But we are in the same situation, there just are no jobs in my field. Maybe you could kick in a few bucks, that would help us make the house payments, anyway?"

"Sure, glad to." Dale told him.

Jeanie didn't mind at all when Jack explained it to her. She had never met Dale but she had heard a lot about him. From Jack's accounts, Dale was just a nice guy, trying to make it in the world.

They had three nice bedrooms and no children, so why not put them to use?

+++

It was only a week until Dale showed up, they got him settled into his room. He was tall, slender and good looking, just like her husband Jack.

Dale also had an easy manner, he was the kind of man that was easy to like.

Transportation was no problem, the light rail terminal was only four blocks away and it was another dozen blocks to Dale's new job from his stop.

He did invest in an umbrella, finding out quickly that rain in Oregon is quite different than what he was used to. Rain in Louisiana is often similar to bath water.

Jeanie laughed at that, almost no one in Oregon ever bothered with umbrellas.

One evening they were sitting at the dinner table, Jack was still having no luck at all finding work. He was complaining about the city and their plans to ban plastic bags, Dale became lost in thought for a moment.

"Say, did you ever think of switching? Paper isn't that much different than working with plastics, why not give that a try? A machine is just a machine." He asked.

"I have, but there is nothing going on here. I did try at Georgia Pacific but they aren't hiring." Jack said.

"There is a company back home, they are building a new plant down there making reycled wallboard. I know it's a long ways and tough being apart from the wife, but it's what Cheryl and I had to do until we can get everything sorted out. I wanted her to come with me but her folks, her friends, her church group, everything she knows is back there. I guess we will just have to do things this way until work opens up back home."

"It should just be a few months anyway. This new administration told us they will turn things around, that huge stimulus package should create a boom." Jack added, hopefully.

The next day, Jack sent a resume online, not expecting anything. The following day came a reply, they asked him to come in for an interview.

Jeanie threw a fit when he told her.

"You know my Mom and Dad live here, all of my family. If we move all the way down there it will be difficult." She told him.

Jack understood, her folks lived in a partially assisted living center, her Father had Parkinson's and was very frail, her Mother was OK but couldn't be driving. The last time she had tried driving got four mail boxes wiped out. For some reason her Mother always drove practically off the shoulder of the road, obvious from the right side appearence of her car.

Mall parking lots were a place her Mom should never go.

They depended on Jeanie for about everything that the living center didn't supply.

If they sold the house and moved, there would be no one to care for her parents since full time assisted care was not in the budget. That was assuming they could even sell the house, the mortgage was thousands more than the current market value.

"Maybe I could go give it a try, if I get the job the pay is good. I could fly home every couple of weeks?" He asked.

Jeanie nodded but she didn't look very happy.

+++

The interview went well, Jack was hired. The position gave him authority, the pay was even better than he was making at Davis Industries.

He also had an office, it was great.

The three of them were sitting at the dinner table talking about it all. Dale suggested that Jack move into the spare room at his house in Shrevesport, and Dale could stay here in Jack and Jeanie's spare room.

"No point in us paying each other rent, it will just be for a few weeks or a month or two until we can get settled." Dale said.

"This sounds like that silly TV show, I guess. The 'wife swap' one." Jack chortled. They all laughed at that.

But things were settled. Jack would move to Shrevesport and stay at Dale and Cheryl's place, Dale would stay in Portland and live in their spare room until they both got enough money up to afford their own places.

Jeanie's eyes were damp when Jack gave her the last hug, telling her he would be home in a month. He wanted to fly home every weekend until he found out what airline tickets cost, and driving was of course out of the question.

It was going to be one very strange scenario, each of them living almost full time with the other's wife, but what else could they do?

The only good part was that neither couple had children to deal with, that made things easier.

+++

Jack looked up at the nice home when the taxi cab pulled up. Dale had described it, but Jack was still surprised at the size of the yard, the big two car garage.

His own home in Portland was nice but deep in the city, the yard was small and the garage was a single one. Portland had done a lot of what they called "infilling", so the entire street was packed with homes, none of them had any yards to speak of.

He had seen photos of Dale's wife Cheryl, even talked briefly on the phone, but never met her.

She was expecting him, she came out on the porch as soon as he got out of the taxi.

Cheryl was now a very pretty redhead now, he had expected blond from the pictures but with women one never knows.

She did appear to be nervous though. Jack could understand that, he was almost a complete stranger, so he did his best to put her at ease.

She showed him to the spare bedroom, then gave him a quick tour of the home. Like his own, it was well kept.

There was a small bathroom and shower off the spare room, that was nice. His own home had just the one big bathroom, there had been plans to put in the second one but with no money to spare, it had never been done.

It only took a couple of days to settle in, Cheryl was easy to talk to. At first he ate all of his meals out but that got expensive very quickly. Cheryl told him he was being silly, she liked cooking and hated eating alone.

Her cooking was completely different, for one thing Jack realized there would be no reason to ever add any hot sauce to anything.

The day Cheryl bought some Frog legs was a bit much, Jack had never eaten anything like that in his life. But he finally did try one, surprised to find them excellent.

The first week, except for meals, Jack kept mostly to his own room. Each day he got up and went to work in a taxi, by the end of the week he found an older used Honda and bought it.

He sent almost all of his first paycheck to Jeanie so she could pay the bills, Dale was doing the same and had been for a few weeks already.

Every night Jack called Jeanie and they talked for hours, thank God for unlimited access.

"I rented a movie, why don't you come on out and watch it with me?" Cheryl asked him over dinner one evening.

"OK. If it's all right." He told her.

"Of course it's all right, you don't have to be a hermit in there all the time. If we are going to live together until everything sorts out, we might as well relax." She gave him a big smile.

He told Jeanie about that when he called later, she didn't say anything. He asked her how things were going, she told him it was fine except for just one thing.

"What was that?" Jack asked.

"I almost bumped into Dale, he was coming out of the bathroom."

"What do you mean?" Jack asked.

"Well. All he had on was a towel." She giggled slightly at that.

"Oh. Probably just an accident. I have a private bathroom here, I wish we had managed to get our own addition done." Jack said. There really was no reason to be concerned, he thought he knew Dale very well from back in college, he really was a pretty nice guy.

Jack did remember one party he had been to, Dale was there and things got to be rather nasty when a couple of very drunk girls were dancing on a table. Clothes were coming off and Jack knew where all of that was headed, and he didn't know them and sure didn't want to catch anything. He had slipped away when that all began but Dale stayed, and later told him some of what went on. 


Trades



But Dale was more mature now, those crazy college days were long gone. 

"Yes, that would be better but I guess we will just need to deal with it." Jeanie answered. They didn't say any more about that, after they hung up Jack went in and watched the movie.

Cheryl brought out some wine, it was good. Later he told her good night and went to his own room. The earlier conversation with his wife popped into his head. But that was nothing, he thought.

Dale of course had to use the facilities, with that bathroom being located right between the two bedrooms, things like that would happen. He trusted Jeanie, it would not be a problem.

Cheryl was wearing her robe during the movie, and he had noticed she had on a pair of white panties underneath when she moved her legs. He was fairly sure that was all there was, but that was no big deal.

She had a right to be comfortable in her own home, they all did.

+++

The long flight home in a cramped airplane was a pain in the ass, finally it landed. Jeanie was waiting by the baggage claim area, lots of people were looking as they kissed like teenagers.

Laughing, Jack got his small bag and they drove home.

Dale wasn't there, he was pulling a shift on Saturday, Jeanie told him he should get home about 6 PM.

That struck him as sounding funny, the getting "home" part. He quickly forgot about that as they took advantage of having a few hours all to themselves.

Jack was in quite a state, having just gone well over a month without sex. Jeanie seemed to be in the same state, she was as eager as he could remember.

Getting him up and ready to go for the third time was a special moment, something they had never done before.

When Dale walked in, Jack was sitting in his chair watching the news. He took one look at Jeanie and grinned. She had that look about her that some women cannot hide.

"So how is it going back home?" He asked, plopping down on the couch.

"Good. We nearly have the first line of machines in, we should have the plant in production in another sixty days."

"Great. We are doing OK here, too. You should take a look at some of the designs, we have a unit that would fit upstairs, it would make a great second bathroom off the other bedroom." He said.

There was more small talk, then dinner was ready. Eating familiar food was great, Jack noticed that Dale reached for some hot sauce.

Later, Jack helped Jeanie clear the dishes like he always did, then when he came into the living room, Dale was sitting in his chair.

Jack felt a minor flash of irritation at that, Dale noticed.

"Oh, sorry." he said, moving to the couch.

"So, when are you flying back home to see Cheryl?" Jack asked him.

"I was thinking in a couple of weeks, we still have some house payments to make up." He said.

It had now been at almost two months since Dale had been home, Jack knew that.

The flight to Shrevesport was uneventful, Jack was already missing his wife before the plane landed.

+++

Two weeks later, Cheryl drove to the airport to pick up Dale. Jack looked up when they walked in the door giggling, both of them tipsy. They must have stopped off at a bar on the way.

Jack understood perfectly, he quickly made himself scarce. But it became clear that Cheryl was not exactly quiet during lovemaking, Jack found himself sitting on the edge of his bed with an enormous erection.

Lord was that woman loud, and it went on and on.

Later, as they all sat around and watched a movie on TV all three of them were quiet. It was like there was some embarrassment in the air.

Dale stayed for three nights, each evening was the same, rather loud. He also noticed that Cheryl acted differently while Dale was there, for one thing, she clearly was not wearing a bra and in the evening while watching TV she came out in her housecoat. That was something Jack already knew, but the robe opened for an instant when she hopped onto the couch with Dale.

That wasn't skimpy or anything like that, but Jack knew Cheryl was nude under the robe and the brief flashes of leg kept his own nerves on edge.

She was acting like a horny housewife and Jack was just part of the furniture.

Jack drove Dale to the airport, his wife was tied up with something and had left earlier that morning.

"I hope we didn't keep you up." Dale mentioned, giving Jack a grin.

"No, not really. I understand." Jack answered.

"Man, it's tough doing this, Cheryl and I are pretty active most of the time. Going weeks without seeing her is the part I don't like."

"Yea, same here. I miss Jeanie, but we have to do what we have to do until the economy picks up." Jack replied.

"It got so bad I actually went to one of those massage places, man, they sure aren't like the ones we have down here, are they?" Dale said with a grin.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. He had never been for a massage in his life.

"You know, some of the girls don't mind...taking care of things. In Portland, they are all blue noses." Dale laughed.

"Oh." Jack answered. He had never thought of doing something like that himself. He was always completely content with Jeanie, so he had no reason to.

That stuck in his head as he went on to his own job. But it was something he was sure he could never do, no matter how bad things got.

+++

Jack's own trip home a few weeks later was similar, Dale came and went and somehow it had settled into being...normal?

"I found one." Dale told him with a huge grin while they sat outside having a beer.

"Found one what?" Jack had no idea what he was talking about. Dale was on his 3rd beer and getting talkative.

"One of those gals that will, you know? After a massage?" Dale grinned.

"Oh? Who?" He asked.

"Her name is Marty, she works upstairs at a hair salon. Man is that a kick, bunch of old ladies sitting around downstairs with their heads stuffed in dryers, she takes me up to this little room. Sixty bucks, nice rubdown and then she gives a hand job for $20 extra, she is good at it too."

"Really? But...what about Cheryl?" Jack asked.

"Cheryl knows. Hell, there is no way I can go 5 or 6 weeks with nothing. It's just getting jacked off, it ain't like I have some bimbo on the side and am sneaking around." He laughed.

Jack didn't know what to say about that.

"You should give it a try, I have the number of the place I used to go back home. Here, if things get too tough, go for it. Ask for Clarice, tell her I sent you." Dale reached in his wallet, handed Jack a card.

Jack looked at it. The message on the card made it rather clear what was offered.

Not thinking, he stuck it in his wallet.

+++

Jack was scheduled to fly home a few weeks later, at 4 in the afternoon his department manager asked him to come in on Saturday to help with a problem they were having with one of the big machines.

Jeanie was unhappy about that when he called, but there was nothing Jack could do.

Then when he got to the plant, the problem turned out to be simple, and he had things up and running within a few hours.

He glanced at his watch, no way could he make his flight now, so he headed back to Dale and Cheryl's place. He stopped at a store and did some quick shopping.

Cheryl had become much more relaxed about Jack being around, she often wore her pajamas and clearly nothing else. They weren't skimpy or anything but they did cling to her body, Jack noticed that.

Jack walked in, sat down the bag of groceries. There was no sign of Cheryl, he was putting the purchases away when he heard a whimper.

It sounded like she was crying, coming from the den Dale had built off to the side.

Jack went in there, and came to a stop. Cheryl was lying back on the big couch, masturbating with a large dildo.

One hand was on her breast, the pajama top pulled up, the other was between her legs, working the pale colored thing in and out of herself.

Her eyes came up to meet his, they flashed open in shock and she rearranged her clothing quickly as Jack beat a hasty retreat, mumbling apologies.

Jack went directly to his bedroom, closed the door. He sat there trying to control himself, the vision of her lying there like that just would not leave his thoughts. He found himself painfully erect.

It was nearly an hour later when Cheryl softly knocked on the door.

"May I come in?" She asked.

"Sure. Yes." Jack called out.

Cheryl was fully dressed, her face was red.

"I wanted to apologize, I didn't expect...?" She said.

"It's all right, this is your house. I should have made some noise or something. It's just that...I am sorry, it's my fault." Jack stammered.

"Dale and I..we are..you know...active? This is driving me crazy!" Cheryl blurted out.

"I understand, I am in the same boat. I was planning on being home this weekend, with Jeanie and..."

"Let's don't tell Dale, OK? It's embarrassing enough as it is." Cheryl told him.

"I won't, but there is no reason to be embarrassed, OK? Some things are just natural. We both should try to understand and make the best of things."

Cheryl nodded, then went back to her own room.

Jack did his best to put seeing her like that out of his mind, but that night was a miserable one.

Now it was going to be at least two weeks, perhaps longer before he could fly home.

It didn't help one bit that Dale arrived the following weekend, there was another two days of loud noises coming from the other bedroom.

Finally Jack could not stand it, he called and got an appointment with Clarice at the local massage parlor. She turned out to be an oriental woman, in her 30's, small and happy acting.

He felt gulty the entire time, when the women began to use her hands on him he closed his eyes and tried to think of Jeanie.

Instead, the vision of Cheryl lying there with her legs spread, working that big dildo popped in, and Jack blasted off.

It did make Jack feel better and stopped the almost painful feeling, even though he also felt guilty at the same time.

It didn't help at all that as soon as Dale was on his way back to Portland, Cheryl came out wearing those pajamas in the evenings.

That he noticed.

They outlined her figure much more than the heavier robe she wore when Dale was there. A few times it was like she was perhaps teasing him some?

His conversations with Jeanie helped a lot, he wanted desperately to tell her what he had done, going to that massage place. Jack and Jeanie were comfortable enough with each other that he felt he could talk to her about it, but he wanted it to be in person, not over a long distance telephone call.

Finally Jack flew back home, he had 5 whole days this time. The two of them were in bed nearly the moment they were inside their door.

Later, Jack mentioned the accident with Cheryl, then he admitted going to that seedy massage parlor and letting Clarice masturbate him.

There was no mistaking the hurt in her eyes, even though Jeanie tried to hide it.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just going crazy is all." He told her.

"Well, so am I, but I don't go out and do anything like that." She replied.

"Maybe you should, if it's just...you know...hands? It wouldn't hurt anything." He told her.

"You just want permission." Jeanie accused.

"No! It's not that. It's just that..we have to figure out something."

Jeanie didn't answer, she just got up and went into the kitchen, busied herself.

Dale came home, it didn't take but a few minutes and he figured out that something was up.

Jack told him the truth when he asked point blank.

"Oh. Is that all? Hell, why don't you take care of Cheryl when you need some, maybe I can take care of Jeanie? That would work and neither one of us would need to go to any parlor?" Dale said.

"What?" Jack asked him.

"Hey, it's no big deal, all four of us are active and it's a long damned ways home. Besides, Jeanie has a great looking set on her, I wouldn't mind one bit!" Jack realized that Dale had his fair share of drinks down him.

He felt like popping Dale one for saying that, but he was just drunk.

Jack went in to bed, Jeanie joined him a bit later. They made love once again, she never mentioned Jack's indiscretion.

"You are kidding me. Dale said that?" Jeanie asked when he told her later what Dale had suggested.

"He was just drunk." Jack said.

"I guess I am worried, this is all a bit of a problem, isn't it?" She told him.

"We will just have to deal with things as best we can." Jack answered.

+++

The flight home seemed to take longer than usual. That was how Jack was now seeing it, going "home."

A few nights later, Cheryl came into the living room and sat down. She appeared to be wanting to say something, but it took awhile.

"Dale and I had a talk." She finally said.

"Oh?" Jack answered.

"Yes, we discussed the situation, and he said we were all being silly."

"How so?"

"You know, living like this but all of us miserable most of the time. About sex, Jack." She looked him right in the eyes.

"Sex?" Jack asked, puzzled.

"Dale gave me permission, so if you want to, that is."

"I can't, I just can't...Jeanie...I couldn't."

"Jack? She already is."

"What? No, she wouldn't."

"Yes, she would." Cheryl smiled.

"How could you possibly know that?" Jack asked her.

"I called her, she told me. She said she didn't want you going to some sleazy place, that it would be better this way. She asked me if it was OK to be with Dale and I told her it was fine."

Jack felt his face flush, he just stared at Cheryl.

"I was thinking that by now you would have done something, made some kind of move but you haven't, so now I am asking."

"No! Jeanie wouldn't, I know her!" Jack blurted out.

"Yes, she would, Jack. In fact, I know she already has, so it's OK for us." Cheryl was acting mildly peeved now.

"Don't you like me?" She asked when he didn't answer. Cheryl stood up, reached up to undo the buttons on her pajamas.

"Stop that!" Jack told her. He got up and went to his room, shut the door. Then he reached for the phone.

Jeanie answered on the 5th ring, she sounded out of breath.

"Hi, honey!" She said brightly.

"What's going on?" Jack demanded.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Have you been fucking Dale?" Jack asked, getting right to the point.

"I...Jack? Don't you want to be with Cheryl?"

"No, I don't."

"Really? But you have been going to that rubdown place?"

"That was just once, and I told you about it. It won't ever happen again."

"Oh, is that Jack?" He heard Dale's voice in the background.

"Jeanie, what in the hell is going on? I don't want you and Dale to...?" Jack's voice broke.

"Dale, stop that!" Jack heard Jeanie say, then she came back on.

"Jack? It's too late, honey. I thought that you and Cheryl...?...Oh, God. I'm sorry." She told him.

Jack hung up the phone.

Cheryl was standing at his door when he looked up, she had her arms folded across her chest.

"Well. I guess not, huh?" She turned and walked away.

"Not with another man's wife!" Jack shouted after her.

Jack was on the next plane home. He told management he had to go, they told him he couldn't be spared.

"I quit, then." He told them.

+++

There was no sign of Dale's car when the taxi pulled up. Jack went inside, Jeanie sat there on the couch, her hands folded in her lap.

They looked at each other, Jeanie appeared frightened. He walked past her into their bedroom, everything was neat as a pin like always. He unpacked his suitcase, Jeanie was still sitting there when he came back out.

"Where is Dale?" Jack demanded.

"He moved out." She said.

"Probably a good thing." Jack went and sat in his chair.

"So? How long has all of that been going on?" He asked her.

"About a week." Jeanie looked down.

"A week? A WEEK? How many times, god damn it!"

"I don't know, four or five I guess."

"Why?"

"You were..? I thought you wanted to. Cheryl called and told me that Dale said it was all right, so I thought the two of you were doing it. But you didn't, did you?"

"No, I didn't."

"I would feel better if you had."

"She isn't my type, and I wouldn't do that to you." Jack said.

"You went to that parlor place, honey."

"That's different."

"How is that different. You can but I can't?" Jeanie looked miffed now.

"Where is Dale?"

"I don't know and I don't care. He isn't a man like you are, he only...got me off one time. I made a mistake, I thought you wanted...?"

Jack thought about that, he had heard Dale and Cheryl many times, somehow he doubted the man was inadequate.

"Oh hell, this being apart all the time doesn't work." Jeanie interupted his thoughts.

"I know. I quit that job."

"Good. Now what are we going to do? Do you want us to break up?" Jeanie asked.

"Do you want to?"

"No. I want to be with you, honey. I will do anything you want me to."

"I have to ask. Did you do it in our bed?"

"No. Upstairs, in the spare room."

"I can't believe you could do that." Jack told her with a sigh.

"I didn't believe you would either, but when Cheryl told me...? It sounded like you two were?"

"Why didn't you just ask me?"

"I don't know."

+++

Jack stayed upset, he finally understood that the combination of what he had done, then Dale was being pushy, topping that was Cheryl's phone call?

He went down to Dale's place of work, but was told that Dale had quit and was gone. Jack didn't blame him one bit for that.

It was all a mess, he was having troubles coping with it. Even worse, the one time he had seen Cheryl lying there naked, using a dildo on herself kept sliding into his thoughts.

"I should have just fucked her senseless!" He thought bitterly to himself. At least then he and Dale would be even, maybe then he could cope?

Over the next few weeks, Jack looked for work, finally landing a job in a repair shop working on engines. He did have a background in that which helped a lot.

It was in his mind to leave Jeanie, end things for what she had done, but he was guilty himself. Besides, he did love that woman, doing without was as hard on her as it had been on himself.

It was a struggle, but finally Jack did manage to come to terms with it. Still, it was a couple of weeks before he and Jeanie once again made love.

She was extremely happy about that, things could just go back to normal, everything would be all right.

But even though Jack didn't bring the subject up any more, Jeanie was well aware that he was not pleased.

One evening, she did ask him if he could ever forgive her.

"I should have screwed Cheryl, maybe I would feel better about things." He told her bitterly.

"I wish you had!" Jeanie told him as she slid her hand down the front of his jeans. She knew that worked very well to take Jack's mind off of things.

+++

About a month later, their phone rang, Jeanie picked it up. There was a long conversation, quite a bit of laughing and giggling which he wasn't following from just one side of the conversation.

"Great! I will pick you up." Jeanie said and hung up. Then she turned to Jack.

"That was Cheryl, honey. She and Dale broke up, so I told her she can stay here until things are settled."

"What? You told her she could come here?" Jack exclaimed.

"Yes, I did!" Jeanie said stubbornly.

Jack was sitting in his chair when Jeanie and Cheryl arrived from the airport. The two of them joined him in the living room.

Cheryl had always been aware of her husband Dale's extra activities and she had finally become fed up with it.

"When Cheryl called me, we talked and decided this was the perfect solution."

"I don't get it?" Jack said.

"Well, back when Jeanie and I decided, Dale was of course easy but you? You just wouldn't take the hints." Cheryl gave him a big smile.

"Hints?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, then when you sneaked off to one of Dale's massage parlors and we found out, that hurt. I mean, I was right there and all you had to do was ask." She grinned.




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"As much as I might have liked the idea, I just couldn't. I mean, married to Jeanie and all?"

"But you did, honey." His wife said.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry." 

"Don't be." Jeanie told him.

Jack looked over at his wife in surprise, she was grinning ear to ear. She didn't sound upset? No way would he dream of doing anything with Cheryl, unless?

Jeanie did not appear upset, so? And, why were they now holding hands and smiling at him?

"Are you two suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" Jack asked.

Cheryl looked over at Jeanie. They both smirked at each other.

"Well? Shall we?"

Jeanie laughed as the two of them came over and pulled Jack to his feet.

+++

A couple of hours later, Jack lay there on the bed, exhausted. Here he had two great looking females, both naked, on each side of him.

What was there not to like?



Tradeshow Tryst



December 2009

Conventions; trade shows; conferences. Call them what you like, you do get to meet some characters. Like the guy who's all talk, smattering TLAs throughout the conversation in the vain hope it covers up the fact he plainly doesn't know what he's talking about. At the other end of the scale is the nervous geek who should be locked away to do the coding and never allowed to meet the customer. And in the middle is me: a girl in a predominantly man's world who can appreciate the difference between HTML and XML but doesn't brag about it. Petite and unassuming on the surface; devious in the bedroom; wilder in hotel rooms after dark.

The annual shindig for hobnobbing with the doers, managers and wannabes was the generically-titled "Online Information" at London Olympia. I was there because my boss told me to go; apparently, he said, to keep my ear to the ground in the world of IT. Clearly he'd never been to the show and was simply wowed by the marketing propaganda as I'd have probably learnt more about IT from Ozzy Osbourne. But I had a few meetings lined up and it was a great excuse to be free of the office for a few days. And it was at the show, jammed on benches in front of a glitzy-looking stall awaiting the speaker, that I met her.

She shuffled along the row trying hard not to step on toes and sat down beside me. I caught her fragrance first but couldn't place it; light and airy, slightly floral. Not as heavy as Obsession yet more imposing than CK. She set down the black leather strappy bag by her pale calf and rearranged her skirt, brushing away an invisible thread.

Looking down at her hands resting in her lap, I noticed a gold wedding band and nails that were well manicured -- just long enough to peek over the pads of her fingers -- painted a subtle red. Her fingers were long and if she wasn't a pianist, probably should have been. She must have sensed my stare: when I glanced up our eyes met for a fleeting moment before I looked away.

A commotion the other side of me diverted my attention. A slender guy with small, metal-rimmed glasses was clambering over patrons to reach the space the other side of me. Was I Magneto-girl today or something? I inched towards the woman, our thighs touching briefly, as he plonked himself breathlessly to my right, wedging me between them. I didn't mind. He was cute and slightly nerdy. Had I not been spoken for I might have considered letting him buy me a drink later. He gave an apologetic grin just as the speaker began tapping the headset microphone and introduced his team.

The talk was interesting yet somehow uninspiring in equal measure. At least, the parts where I was concentrating. My mind kept inexplicably wandering; first to the woman on my left, and then to the man beside me. I found myself comparing and contrasting. She was a brunette, bordering on chestnut while I was darker. She had a dusting of tiny freckles on her fair cheeks, while I had none. And her lips -- in a soft red to complement her nails -- were full and pouting beneath a button nose. Overall she was taller and thinner than me, and where I had fairly large breasts for my frame, the way her delicate blouse hung indicated hers were smaller.

I glanced right as the speaker droned on. My boyfriend was usually clean shaven but this guy had slight stubble. Back home, a chiselled jaw line and prominent cheekbones gave Adam the appearance of an outdoor hiker; though to my knowledge he had only ever hiked to the corner shop and back. In contrast, the smoother curves and softer features of the man beside me belied much more of a penchant for indoors. He had paler skin than Adam and mousey blond hair. I caught myself imagining what it would be like to have his face gently scratching and tickling my neck as he kissed it. How would it feel if he traced his kisses along my collar bone, sliding my blouse and bra strap aside so he could concentrate on my shoulder?

I shook my head. Get a grip, woman! What was I thinking? What would Adam say if he found out? I scolded myself inwardly for being caught up in the cramped conditions. Truthfully I always preferred to be in close quarters with other people in public. It made my mind race with untold possibilities, despite my self-assurance that I'd never act on any of them. I especially enjoyed the forbidden touches of person against person as commuters jostled for position on the Underground or strangers brushed by me in bars.

Then I forgot all about him when the woman next to me raised her hand and spoke. Knocked me off guard with the soft, drawn-out vowels and lilting tone of an American. Perhaps from one of the Carolina states.

"Why would I use Silverlight instead of Flash? If you'll pardon my ignorance, hasn't Flash been around a lot longer and is more widely deployed?"

The speaker thanked her for the excellent question but was evidently a little riled about having to defend his company's product. He did a good job of deflecting the naysayers but I only half listened to the answer. I replayed her question over and over in my mind, focusing on her accent. Something about her voice appealed to me. No, it was more than that; it attracted me. There was a sharpness about her, but also an innocence conveyed in those few words. Perhaps it was the fact she was four thousand miles from home, feeling out of place in a foreign city surrounded by an up-tight nation of people. London is hardly the friendliest place on earth. No stranger to travel I knew the curious awkwardness of being that person, seemingly alone, having very little in common with the people bustling around me. But also the thrill of being able to stand out in the crowd; daring to be different, and expressing my individuality because nobody knew me. Anonymity and distinctiveness were a delicious mix.

Over the years I'd discovered nowhere demonstrated this conflict better than a hotel room. Lazing in front of the TV with Adam, hands wandering over each other's bodies, gradually raising the temperature, goose bumps forming on damp skin. Fingers walking tantalizingly over my erogenous zones, nipples hardening to his touch and then becoming rigid under his hot breath, as the tips of my breasts are rolled between lightly clenched teeth. Excitement mounting, ultimately finding myself unable to take any more and wordlessly climbing on top of him, riding his length furiously, feeling him split my raging pussy in two until I let go and cry out into the night space, not caring who may be listening in neighbouring rooms. And as I begin to come down from the high my audience in adjoining rooms would begin to... applaud? What the...

I became aware of clapping around me, petering out to be replaced with the hubbub of people moving. I focused on my hand which was slowly, almost imperceptibly rubbing my exposed thigh just above the knee and became suddenly self-conscious. Quickly standing, slightly flustered, I gathered my belongings and followed the woman along the row, admiring the way she glided away from the stall. I shook my head again. Something was definitely wrong with me: I feared I was turning into a nymphomaniac. Adam had unleashed some beastly desires inside me, and since the day he'd introduced me to anal sex I'd been utterly insatiable the past few months. I'd started fantasizing of office trysts, daydreaming of group sex and now what: another woman? I had to stop before my inner desires consumed me and made me do something I regretted. But that backside of hers wiggling in her pencil skirt made my heart leap to my throat. It took every ounce of self control to restrain my mind.

She looked back and stopped. Had she sensed me staring again? Could she tell what I was thinking? The briefest of pauses elapsed and I thought of darting away from her into the milling crowds. But before I could react she extended her hand and, in the inimitable way that Americans do, introduced herself.

"Jess. Or Jessica on Sundays. Didn't get a chance to say hi back there."

I took her soft hand in mine and shook it.

"Uh, Belle. No change on Sundays. Pleased to meet you."

"Belle, that's a pretty name."

"Pretty unusual, I'm told."

She smiled, freckled cheeks rising and catching the diffuse light. Our hands stayed together a few seconds longer than convention would dictate for people who had just met and I felt a faint tingle down my spine. I pulled my hand away, perhaps a little too quickly, and searched for something to say.

"So are you here just for the conference?" A short, sweaty man talking loudly into a mobile phone barged between us on his way to a nearby trade stand. "Or for all these hot specimens of mankind?" I concluded.

She laughed a little, eyes twinkling. "No. I'm on vacation and they said they'd pay me to take a few days here while I was in the country."

"That's good of them. And your family don't mind?"

"Left them in Birmingham." She pronounced each syllable separately: Bir-ming-ham and then added, "To explore."

"There's a lot to explore. I live near there. When I'm not here."

"Oh, really? You'll have to tell us what to see. Stuff we really shouldn't miss."

An open invitation, but I shouldn't accept. Might put her off. Better not to appear easy, I was always told. It seemed my mouth wasn't paying any attention to my brain. "Is now good for you? I could do with a coffee."

She pondered a little. "How about later? Got a lot to fit in today; you know how it is."

I did, but tried to hide my disappointment. Maybe she picked up on it, because she then asked, "How are you fixed for dinner?"

"Table for one."

"Sucks, huh?"

I nodded and let the pause in conversation breathe a little.

Jess spoke. "So I'm staying at the Novotel down the street. Company wouldn't stretch to the Hilton."

"Ha ha me too. Kind of them to care about their workforces isn't it?"

"Yeah, banks huh? Got a lot to answer for. But it's worked out good to be frugal this time. How about the lobby at 7? We can choose a place to eat then. You familiar with this area?"

"A little. I know a good Italian place nearby."

"Perfect. I need a tour guide. First time here."

We both stopped, the awkwardness catching up with us both at once. It was Jess who broke the silence again in her soft drawl.

"So, I'm sorta going that way," she pointed over her shoulder. "You?"

I looked around and indicated left. It was more than a little random and highly likely someone with a shiny brochure and some false charm would try and sell me something en route.

She nodded. "OK then. See you at 7."

"Yes. Looking forward to it."

And I was.

With that she turned and sashayed away into the throngs of people, leaving me standing, anonymous and alone before wandering off in search of something to justify my paycheque.

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I spent the remainder of the day flitting from stand to stand, picking up brochures, listening to sales patter and well-oiled speeches. My feet ached and they thanked me for the freedom as I kicked off my heels in the hotel bedroom. I sank to the bed and fell back into the queen size mattress, splaying my arms wide, kicking my stockinged feet idly against the frame.

My thoughts turned to Jess. What was I doing meeting a stranger for dinner? That wasn't my style at all. A few months ago I was a lot more shy and reserved -- at least in public -- and I'd never have agreed. Even now after having been awoken to my sexual prowess and pushing the boundaries of my desires I wasn't sure why I'd agreed. It simply wasn't my manner to act on impulse with anyone other than Adam. But there was something mesmerising about Jess. From the moment I'd heard her voice I'd been a different woman. Something in her had triggered a chemical change in my body that I couldn't fathom. Whether it was shared loneliness in a faceless city or the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled -- or perhaps a bit of both -- I had a warmth in my belly that I couldn't control.

As I lay there I wondered where this might lead. I'd always been faithful to my past boyfriends and had never even considered kissing another woman, let alone going any further. But something about Jess' touch, her lilting voice and her emerald eyes made me glow inside.

Over the years I'd enjoyed listening to couples making love in countless adjoining hotel rooms: regular sex, bondage, masturbation, vibrators, anal, I'd pretty much heard it all. I'd even once enjoyed hearing some girl-on-girl action which was incredibly hot. Clearly there was something very wrong with me. Voyeurism and listening in on people's intimate moments was a male fetish, wasn't it? Perhaps I had spent too much time in a male-oriented industry and the testosterone had rubbed off. Perhaps I needed help? I mean, now I was contemplating being that other woman in the adjoining room.

I cast my mind back to our meeting earlier in the day and wondered if I was misinterpreting Jess' body language; maybe I'd simply misread the signals and it was all wishful thinking. Would it be better not to try anything in case it was just culture differences and she became offended? Perhaps what I was feeling wasn't attraction but confusion. Or frustration at being away from Adam. Recently I found I had a higher sex drive than normal and needed... servicing more frequently than my friends seemed to require. To the extent I always packed at least one -- and sometimes a selection -- of toys for my trips away.

But Jess' face and her voice were etched in my mind. What's a girl to do amid this much emotional turmoil? I considered bailing; torn between a night in with the assurance of my playthings or a night out in the company of someone I didn't know. Either way, I felt the energy crackle across my skin, left then right, down then up my legs, circling my belly. I couldn't resist and hiked my skirt up above my waist. To my surprise, I found the crotch of my panties to be damp and ran my fingers over the outline of my pussy lips through the thin fabric, tracing them slowly, imagining it was Jess. How can a heterosexual woman be turned on by the thought of touching someone else's wife? It's simply not right, but it felt right. I suddenly wanted her between my legs, using her tongue on my sex, spreading my pink lips, lapping my clit. I closed my eyes and let the hot thoughts take me, fingers stroking my legs and up to my sensitive centre, breathing becoming heavier.

As my hand glanced over my panties and I felt the heat emanating from beneath I lazily rolled my head from side to side against the bed sheets, eventually resting my cheek against the soft duvet. Through half-opened eyes I came to focus on the bedside clock. 6:20. Shit. Pleasure would have to wait.

Reluctantly I hauled myself from the comfort of the mattress, quickly stripped and showered, paying extra attention to tidying the tiny wisps of hair on my pussy. I loved being shaved bare, leaving the tiniest strip of fur just north of my clit. It always drove Adam wild when he had my hairless pussy to slather with his talented tongue. I returned the razor to the soap dish and admired my handiwork in the mirror before turning to look at my shapely bottom. Good enough to eat.

Wrapping a large bath sheet snugly around me I thumbed through the wardrobe and chose an outfit. Being on business meant a limited repertoire but I always made sure to pack one or two posh garments. Even when dining alone I loved dressing up to go out; sadly these days it seemed to be a dying custom.

When I was dry and had applied a light spray of Giorgio I slipped into a new pair of sheer panties, matching bra and silk hold-ups. My legs shone in the hotel light and I loved the way the hold-ups made me feel and look so glamorous. It was all Adam's fault I'd started wearing them again. _That_ night.

The black dress hugged my figure as I shucked into it and zipped it up, rearranging my breasts for best effect. Despite the slight over-indulgence visible in my waist that the gym hadn't yet helped shift, I felt sexy. I gave a little twirl and liked what I saw. The pièce de résistance was my four-inch Louboutin heels and a delicate necklace which plunged to my ample cleavage. I checked my reflection: the height of the heels naturally diminished my slight belly and accentuated my bottom and boobs. What a package!

Three minutes to seven. I grabbed my clutch purse and as I pulled the heavy door and exited the room to the corridor I hoped Jess wouldn't think I'd gone overboard.

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As it happened I had chosen well. When the lift door pinged open I saw Jess by the yucca plant. She was slightly more conservatively dressed in a trouser suit and cream shirt with a generous V neckline. A heart-shaped pendant nestled between the upper half of her breasts and she wore her hair down, pooling effortlessly at her shoulders. A pair of slingbacks emphasised her body's natural slender curves.

I smiled and approached; she smiled back radiantly.

"Very elegant, Belle."

I blushed. "Thank you. I'm glad you dressed up too."

"Are you kidding? When else do we get an excuse to wear such great clothes? I love your necklace."

"Thank you," I repeated. "My boyfriend bought it for my birthday."

"He has good taste."

A waiter spied us and offered a table but I declined, indicating that Jess and I were leaving. We stepped into the large revolving door together then out into the cool night air -- much milder than usual considering Christmas wasn't far away -- and began to walk towards Hammersmith station.

I found out that she was at an ePublishing firm, trying to gain traction in the marketplace as traditional publishers muscled in. Said she enjoyed it but it was frustrating. For my part I mostly listened to her dulcet tones, interjecting occasionally to furnish her with parts of my working history.

We arrived at Bianco Nero and took a table towards the back. It was already busy with waiters threading their way between the square tables carrying pizza, pasta and salad to hungry guests. We ordered pizzas and wine -- a crisp house white -- and settled into the moulded plastic, yet oddly comfortable, chairs.

"Jess, can I ask what part of America you're from?"

"North Carolina. A place called Lindley Park, Greensboro."

"Never heard of it. Is it nice?"

"The park's great. Wide open space with beautiful trees in summer. The neighbourhood kinda grew around the park. Lots of colourful characters lived in my street. It's where I developed my charm."

I smiled. "Your charm's just fine. For an American."

"Careful! So you must be doing ok for yourself, given the business we're in. How do you cope with all the testosterone in the office?"

"I just wear heels and don't take any shit."

That got a laugh. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and reflected deep reddish-brown in the artificial light as she shook. "They don't stand a chance then. Anyone who wears 600 dollar shoes demands respect."

I looked down, a little bashful. "To be fair I bought them at a discount shop. Last season's look for a tenth of the price."

Jess arched her eyebrows. "Wow. You'll have to show me. Mine are wearing out."

As we ate, the conversation flowed smoothly along with the wine. Jess was easy to get along with. Topics ranged from organic farming, shopping, music and pets to religion, men and travel. I let her do most of the talking, happy to listen to the sing-song accent. A few times I caught myself staring at her lips and had to look away. I still felt some anxiety about being with her, wondering what she thought to me, hoping she approved.

Perhaps it was the first-date nerves, perhaps the company, but I found myself drinking a little more heavily than usual and it was starting to have an effect. I didn't notice at first of course; I always find it difficult to gauge how much I've had. The amber light was when, on the travel topic, I drunkenly confessed to enjoying listening to other people having sex in hotel rooms.




Tradeshow Tryst



From the look on Jess' face I couldn't tell if I'd overstepped the mark or not. Damned alcohol. Had I blown it? She looked surprised, like she'd underestimated me, and I just sat there sheepishly wishing I could take it back. Then she leaned forward with a mischievous glint in her eye and lowered her voice.

"So what sort of things have you heard? C'mon spill it."

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do! Come on."

"Seriously?"

She nodded and waited, gingerly sipping her wine.

I took a deep breath. "All sorts. Mostly couples giving the bed springs a good workout. It's amazing how uninhibited people can be when they're in a hotel room."

She cocked her head playfully, indicating I should continue.

"Like this one girl was a real moaner. Every stroke she'd let out a huge ooohhh that gradually became higher and higher in pitch as he pounded into her. They got faster until she was almost continuously wailing. I could practically hear him filling her with come from next door."

"That must have been pretty hot. So what's your favourite so far?"

"So many to choose from. Erm, one that stands out in particular was the woman begging for him to, and I quote, 'fill my slutty ass with your fat cock'. That was a wild ride."

Jess giggled. "Well it wasn't me: I've never done that. You?"

Should I confess? My brain sluggishly said no, and the rest of my body ignored it again. I nodded a little reservedly, unsure of where this might lead. It wasn't the sort of thing I tended to admit outside my close circle of friends and her wide-eyed expression indicated she was bound to ask a follow-up, so I quickly deflected the subject a little.

"I like listening to women going solo, although that's more difficult to hear. But it's worth the extra concentration. Oh, and another time in Stockholm I heard a pair of lesbians at it. They were sooo hot. Took a long time over it too. I was spent by the time they went to sleep, if you know what I mean."

The brunette opposite me grinned widely and sipped more wine. Was she checking me out? Did she think I'd make a good lover? Or was I too drunk to assess the situation reliably? Although part of me knew I should cut back on the wine I kept up with her and drank a little more as we ordered dessert.

Not wishing to be the only one divulging secrets, after some cajoling I managed to get Jess to admit enjoying role play in the bedroom, especially where one party is dominant. Her self-conscious account of the time she dressed in thigh length boots and made her husband into her personal sex slave for the night really turned me on. By the end of it I was rhythmically squeezing my thighs together beneath the table, each compression forcing my lips together then apart. I could feel myself beginning to moisten; the tingling in my tummy gradually spreading to my hips as I imagined her bouncing up and down on her husband's stiff prick while whipping his chest with the leather riding crop she described.

As Jess finished her tale I was left with my mouth agape. "You are such a minx! And you think _I'm_ a bad girl?"

Jess was more than a little coy. "I just like to make sure my man knows not to look elsewhere for his... entertainment."

"Trust me," I said placing my hand on her forearm, "With stories like that there's no chance of him wandering. I might steal that one and try it on Adam one day."

I realised my hand was still on her arm and withdrew sharply. There was a silence between us that crackled. Her eyes met mine and her pupils dilated a little. Was that a sign she wanted more from me or did I imagine it? Sadly the moment was broken by dessert arriving. I'd elected for a chocolate torte; which probably accounted for the reason the gym sessions were an uphill struggle. Jess had sorbet, which I guessed accounted for her frame.

Tucking into our desserts, I began to feel the effects of the alcohol further and admitted to some other racy encounters. By the time we settled the bill and left the restaurant I was struggling to walk in the Louboutin's. Had it been warmer I might have taken them off and walked the short hop back to the hotel barefoot. Instead I had to rely on Jess' support, hanging onto her arm and giggling at every little thing we passed. She was quite tipsy too and on more than one occasion we fell into the hedge, laughing like a pair of teenagers as we pulled twigs from one another.

Upon entering the hotel, Jess kept shhhhing me in the loud manner only someone who is drunk can. I removed my shoes and found the going a little easier. When the lift doors slid shut and we started to ascend I thanked her for a lovely evening and leaned across to drunkenly kiss her on the cheek, slurring my undying love for her. Instead I missed and fell over in a heap on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. I barely heard Jess asking "Which floor, my sweet Juliet," and having hysterics when I breathlessly squeaked the answer from the corner of the lift.

We spilled into the brightly lit corridor and she managed to half stumble, half drag me to my room and swipe the room card. We collapsed inside laughing. The door swung shut and I threw my shoes across the room then fought to remove my dress. Jess helped when I become entangled in the strap, grabbing the hem and lifting, ceremoniously discarding it on my behalf. I stood there in front of her in just my lingerie. With a giggle I crooked my finger and beckoned her to the bed, stepping backwards as she advanced. Step by step we moved in sync until I tripped over my strewn shoe and crashed against the bed frame. Jess laughed at first then quickly bent to assist me, hauling me to my feet and wrestling me up onto the side of the bed.

I sat there for a moment, rocking gently and looked over at her. The moonlight streamed into the dark room where I'd not closed the curtains earlier, casting a blue hue on her angelic face. I brought my hand to her cheek and stroked it.

"Jess, I feel funny."

"So do I," she breathed leaning into me.

I stopped her with a finger to her lips. "No, I mean really funny. Like I'm... like I'm gonna throw up."

My mouth started watering with the unmistakable warning signs of sick and my eyes widened as I began to feel my stomach wrenching. I launched myself from the bed amid a muttered apology, stumbled gracelessly to the bathroom and puked. With my head over the toilet bowl, that was the last I remembered of the evening.

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Predictably I awoke at just gone eight with a sore head. My mouth tasted distinctly unfresh and very dry. After forcing my eyes to focus I swung my legs over the edge and gingerly padded from the bed dressed only in my sheer panties, filling the plastic cup in the bathroom with tap water. I gulped noisily, glad of the lubrication to my fiery throat and looked at myself in the three-part angled mirror. My hair was a tangled mess -- I still had at least one twig jutting from it -- my eye shadow was a little smeared and I had a small purpling bruise on my temple where I'd fallen.

I sat heavily on the toilet lid and buried my face in my hands as parts of the previous evening came back to haunt me. What a fool I'd been. Dammit why hadn't I paced myself better? Now I'd ruined my chances of friendship -- maybe more -- with Jess. I cursed myself for being so stupid.

Sighing deeply I stood and started the shower. As steam began to billow from beyond the curtain I peeled my panties from my hairless pussy, noticing the telltale white stain of arousal at Jess' sexual stories over dinner. I flung the knickers from the room and stepped under the jet's relentless fingers of water. It felt better already but there was a hole in my heart where I knew my actions had cost me something more than a simple hangover.

As the water cascaded over my hair and I washed and rinsed away the memories of the night before I wondered what I'd say to Jess if I saw her again. Aside from a huge apology. Perhaps the best course of action would be to avoid her. Yes, that would be best. As I soaped my shapely body I tried to cast her from my mind and focus on how to make it through the day with the feeling that someone was constantly kicking the inside of my head.

She wasn't at breakfast which made me feel slightly more at ease: it's simpler to avoid someone if they're not there. To minimise the chance of meeting her I finished the excuse for a continental breakfast quickly and made my way outside in the light rain up the road to the exhibition centre, still feeling sorry for myself. As the roadworks continued in my head, Peter Gabriel's 'Sledgehammer' looped on my internal jukebox.

It wasn't until lunch time that our paths crossed again. She snuck up behind me in one of the sandwich bars around the perimeter of the hall.

"Hey Belle."

I froze, continuing to stare forward. "Uhh, hi Jess." The speech I'd prepared for this moment evaporated and I just goldfished a few times then shut my mouth. Jess came round to face me. "You ok?"

"Yes thank you. A sore head but it's gradually going."

"Cool, I was a little worried you'd hurt yourself when you tripped."

I swept my hair aside and showed her the bruise.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed.

"It looks worse than it is."

Silence. Then we both began to speak and stopped. I began again.

"Listen Jess, I'm sorry about last night. I was totally out of order and feel like I let you down. I don't normally get like that and just..."

"Hey, don't worry about it."

I looked up into her emerald eyes and they shone into my soul. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I was a little worse for wear myself."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I thought you'd never speak to me again or you'd end up telling everyone that English girls were all stupid drunken idiots and I wouldn't want to be responsible for damaging international relations between our countries."

She laughed that infectious laugh. "Are you kidding? I always maintain you don't really know someone until you've held the hair out of their eyes while they puked their guts out."

"Oh God I'm sorry," I murmured, horrified that I'd let this virtual stranger see that side of me.

The queue moved forward a pace. "Don't worry about it," she repeated. "I'm just glad you're ok."

I stood there looking at the floor for a long minute, gradually shuffling with the rest of the sandwich line. Jess stood behind me. I turned to face her.

"So, what else happened? Did I... well, you know... for long?"

"About forty minutes or so. On and off. You kept apologising between bouts and then hurling. It was quite funny actually, sorry."

"I'm so ashamed."

"Don't be. Eventually you stopped and I helped you to bed then let myself out. I'm just glad I was there or you might have been in a real mess this morning."

I looked up at her. She appeared so beautiful to me, the light bulb from the ceiling casting a halo around her smooth auburn hair. Here was a woman I hardly knew who had seen the worst part of me and didn't seem at all phased by it. I reached out to touch her hand, grasping it lightly.

"Thank you, Jess. For not judging me. I'd, uhhh, kiss you to say thanks but people might talk."

She leaned to my ear. "Let them talk."

Electricity arced between us as her hot breath and words caught in my ear. I gently kissed her cheek and let go of her hand after a few moments then turned to face the front of the queue, pacing forward where a gap had formed. Jess was behind me almost immediately.

"So do you want to try another meal tonight? With less alcohol? I still don't know the area well enough and a table for one doesn't appeal."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

I whirled to face her, feeling suddenly relieved and more than happy at her request. "OK. Same time in the lobby?"

She nodded. "Can't wait."

Then she was gone.

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With the drudgery of the day over I once again kicked off my regular heels in the hotel room and spent some time lazing on the bed. I realised among yesterday's encounter I hadn't phoned Adam and rectified that using the hotel phone. The company would pick up the astronomical tab as I was allowed one personal call a day. He answered on the 4th ring.

"Hi B, missing you."

I smiled. 'B' was his nickname for me. I sometimes called him 'A' in return and we joked that if we ever had kids they'd have to be named beginning 'C' and 'D' respectively.

"Miss you too. How was work?"

"Same old. You?"

I related the story of yesterday to him including all the grisly details I could remember and he laughed.

"That's my girl."

"Don't! The thing is I think she's really into me and I don't know how I feel about that. She's married, quite straight laced and we're, you know... not."

"What's there to consider? You know how I feel about it."

"I'm not asking how you feel about it. I'm saying it's more complicated than that." I knew it was a long-held fantasy of his to see me make out with another woman. But before I met Jess I never thought I wanted to.

"It's not complicated at all. From the way you described her I can tell that you're into her as much as she is you."

"You think?"

"Yeah. Look, B, just tell her tonight. No theatrics and not as much booze. It's not like you'll ever see her again anyway. Just sound her out a bit and make sure you're reading her right. Then if it all checks out, go for it."

"But I feel I'm betraying you. Or myself. I'm not a lesbian or bi or anything. Why the hell am I feeling this way?"

"You can't control how you feel and you don't have to be gay. You're just curious, right? There's some spark inside you that she lit and you need to find out how it feels to scratch that itch. If you want to fuck this Jess girl to get it out of your system then do so."

I found myself nodding in agreement. It sounded callous the way he described it but he made sense when I needed it most. Then he continued.

"On one condition."

Uh-oh. Last time there was an attached condition I ended up losing my anal virginity. "What's that?"

"You tell me all about it when you get back and you don't miss a single detail. Not one little thing."

"You don't mind?"

"Why would I mind? I'm already hard just thinking about you and another woman enjoying each other."

I breathed out heavily. Although still unsure of whether the path I was treading was the right one, having Adam's -- albeit not very altruistic -- support was a weight off my mind. "Thank you. You're incredible for understanding."

"Just go for it, baby Belle." That was his other nickname for me. "Show her the real you; the you that I know so well; the you that would make anyone -- man or woman -- drool with delight at your taste."

I blushed. "OK I will. You've put my mind at ease. I love you, Adam."

"You too. Now go get her."

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The meal with Jess went well. Effortless really, considering the fiasco the night before. It was partly because I was more mindful of my alcohol intake and partly because I was trying to steer the conversation to sex; luckily a topic she seemed interested to explore. By the time we were on dessert I was sure she was testing the water with me in the same way I was testing her. She made me recite the story of the two lesbians I'd overheard in the Swedish hotel in intimate detail and I could tell by the end of it that she was very turned on; her neckline was flushed a pale pink and she only had one hand on the table.

In her current state of arousal I knew there was a golden opportunity to find out for sure if she wanted to further our relationship and decided to just go for it, as Adam had suggested. Otherwise tonight would forever be chalked up to regret.

The wine helped calm my fluttering stomach and I breathed deeply in preparation. I lowered my voice and leaned across the marble table. "So does the idea of making love to another girl excite you?"

Her eyes flashed and she fixed her gaze on me. "Not that I'd ever admit it to my husband, but yeah. I'd like to try it to find out how different it is. To see if it's true that two women can please each other because they know innately what the other desires."

OK, so phase one was out in the open. Time for the stun grenade. "Me too. After hearing those two girls at it I just wanted to knock on the door and throw myself at them."

"I think I would have too."

The air between us fizzed with unspoken promise. I took a spoonful of ice cream and gingerly licked it from the spoon, hopefully provocatively. It was now or never. Time for the nuke. "Jess, would you like... uhh..." I leaned across the table a little further still and rested my hand on hers. "Would you like to play with me tonight?" The words caught in my throat and I couldn't believe I'd said it. But there it was: out there.

Jess gulped a little and looked down at the table, biting her lip. When she raised her head to fix me with her gorgeous wide eyes I knew the answer before she confirmed it. "Yes. If you'll take me I'm yours."

My heart skipped a beat and I squeezed her hand tightly. "Then let's go. I don't think I can waste another minute without tasting you."

We settled the bill and scampered out into the London rain which had not let up all day. Neither of us noticed as we ran like school kids up the street, laughing and splashing each other until we reached the hotel entrance. Slightly bedraggled we composed ourselves outside the revolving doors, smoothing wet hair behind our ears, and made our way inside, quickly crossing the lobby to the lifts.

The instant the lift door closed I was on her. I fumbled behind her for the button and pressed her floor then crushed my lips to hers. The forbidden touch of girl against girl, hearts beating rapidly beneath bosoms, hands wiping rain from faces, and tongues dancing in each other's mouth made the short journey to the fifth floor seem an exquisite eternity. I couldn't recall feeling this excited in all my recent sexual memories. The sensation of Jess' soft lips against mine captured my spirit and left me breathless. Had the lift been playing muzak, Katy Perry's 'I kissed a girl' (and I liked it) would have been appropriate. Except Jess' lip gloss tasted of vanilla, not cherry. I breathed her scent deeply and brought my hands to her cheeks, holding her to me as we embraced.

All too soon the lift announced the floor and we jolted apart, both wiping our mouths instinctively. A devilish glimmer was in her eye and once we'd established nobody else was on her floor we shucked off our shoes and ran barefoot, hand in hand down the carpeted corridor to her room.

Jess scrabbled with the key card and eventually made the green light appear. We crashed inside her room which still smelled faintly of her earlier shower, shoes flinging aside, hands grabbing at clothes and skin. Was I really doing this? Was I about to make love to someone of the same sex? The touch of Jess' lips against mine quelled any arguments I might have brought against the act in that moment of uncertainty: I needed this woman. I pushed back against her and we slammed into the wall by the door as it eased shut, tongues exploring. I brought my hands to her face and brushed droplets of rain from her forehead, smoothing her hair and tracing the contour of her cheekbones with my fingertips. She sighed and I caught her breath, pressing my lips firmly against hers.

She ran her hands to my hips and began unfastening the belt of my dress. It fell away and fluttered to the floor causing the garment to lose shape around my body. She quickly lowered her hands to the hem and in one fluid movement pushed me away a step and yanked the dress over my head, discarding it in the corner of the room. My lingerie once again comprised a push-up bra, matching cotton panties and sparkly nylon hold-ups. The only light was from the full moon streaming past the open curtains, illuminating me from one side. My legs twinkled like the night sky itself as I stepped forward into her space and began unbuttoning her blouse. She shucked her jacket and it dropped to the floor as button after button revealed more of her creamy breasts to my wanton gaze.




Tradeshow Tryst



With the chiffon material fully unbuttoned I slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it pool at her feet with the jacket. I dropped my head to one of her bare shoulders and kissed her neck softly. Her damp hair tickled my face and I swung the strands away from the soft white flesh of her shoulder, placing kiss after kiss on her. From arm to neck and back again, she shivered at my touches. I ran kisses up to her jaw line, over her cheeks to her full lips, savouring the taste of her lip gloss and the illicit sensations she triggered inside me.

She tipped her head back and I kissed down her chin, down her taut neck, then descended to her breasts. She had made the most of her small assets, accentuating them with a delicate bra which I unsnapped. Her boobs caught the moon's rays, jutting proudly from her body like gentle pistes as the garment fell away. A coin-sized area of mottled pigment crowned each slope, punctuated with slightly upturned nipples, already firm and inviting. I traced my fingers slowly up her side and tenderly cupped one of her mounds; it fit snugly in my petite hand and Jess drew breath. I bent forward a little and she looked down at me approaching, willing me on with her lustful expression.

Keeping eye contact, I parted my lips and took just the apex of her nipple between them. She closed her eyes and sighed appreciatively, then I began to draw my tongue in circles over the textured surface of her areola. I could feel every bump, almost every nerve ending, responding to my tongue and took delight in the fluttering breaths I set off.

Her nipple hardened further when I slid my tongue over it and she moaned softly as I drew her whole cap into my warm mouth, suckling gently. The sensation of taking another woman's breast into my mouth gave me such a rush; the sheer decadence of the act caught me off guard and I found myself dizzy with excitement.

Growing in confidence I lapped and sucked Jess' nipple in earnest, eliciting soft moans and sighs of pleasure. She tipped her head back against the wall and gave herself to me. I switched breasts, taking the other engorged teat into my hot mouth and treating it to the same bath as its sister. Jess became more animated, running her hands over my damp hair and stroking my face, enjoying the attention to her chest.

I slowly ran my hands down her body, savouring every delicious curve of her hips and stomach, experiencing a brief pang of jealousy at her trim figure. I hoped she wouldn't be disappointed with my shape, then remembered she must have already seen me virtually naked the night before. My hands reached the waistband of her trouser suit and I broke the contact with her breast, kneeling down and sitting back on my haunches in front of her. I looked up and met her gaze in the dim moonlight. There were no need for words; her face told me everything I needed to know.

With deliberate slow movements I unfastened the clip and button of her trousers, then gradually eased the zip down. As the material parted I caught sight of her underwear, sheer and smooth, reflecting what little light was available in the room. I let go and her trousers slid the rest of the way to the floor amid the remainder of her clothes, revealing her long, supple legs. She stepped out of the pooled material and I spun my finger in the air, indicating she should turn around.

Jess faced the wall and placed her palms against it, feet slightly apart as if she was about to be frisked. Her bare calves caught the silver hue of the moon as they gave way to her shapely thighs, leading up to her exceptionally pert bottom. Rising from the crack of her buttocks was a tiny triangle of material, the string of the thong lost in her impossibly tight derriere. Such an exquisite sight. I found myself running my hands all the way up her lithe legs and caressing the flesh of her behind before hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her thong and dragging the garment ever so slowly south. The material pulled free of the clutches of her bottom and I slid the panties to the floor.

For the first time in my adult life I laid hungry eyes on a naked woman and drank in every soft curve. I wanted her so badly. Leaning forward I placed kisses alternately on each cheek while I ran my hands up over her hips. The urgency I felt in the lift was returning and I fought hard to control myself, taking my time trailing my hair up over the small of her back and placing soft kisses on her sensitive skin. I could see goose bumps forming as I moved onwards, kneeling up then standing behind her, pressing my lingerie-clad body against hers. Sliding my hands around her midriff and cupping both breasts, I gave them a gentle squeeze. Jess purred with pleasure and I planted kisses in the nape of her neck and along her shoulders, each more insistent than the last. I kissed her lightly tangled hair too, inhaling the scent of rainwater mixed with her shampoo. Then I kissed my way to one of her ears, nibbled the tip and whispered,

"Let's go to bed."

Jess didn't need asking twice. We made our way hand in hand the five paces to the queen size bed and she climbed on top of the sheets, sliding her hands forward, catlike until she was lying flat, diagonally away from me. I switched on the bedside lamp and the glow bathed the back of her legs and bottom in an orange blush. She looked even more delicious. The light that reached her hair emphasised the redness in her auburn mane: a fiery portent of the sexual inferno inside, I hoped.

I eased myself onto the bed and straddled her calves, sliding my hands up her legs and kneading the firm flesh of her buttocks. I massaged from there up her back -- at full stretch -- and down again, gliding my hands easily over her smooth frame. With each long stroke I inched my way up her body until I was pressing my panties up against her bottom. I could detect wetness between my legs and wondered if Jess' pussy was equally slippery. I had the sudden urge to find out and leaned forward, pressing my entire body against hers for a moment before slithering off to lie next to her.

"Turn over," I stated. "I want to taste you."

She rolled obediently, and scooched up the bed to rest her head on the pillows, fixing me with a sultry stare. The light danced off the soft patch of pubic hair that covered her sex. It reminded me of how mine looked before I began shaving regularly.

Running my hands up the front of her beautiful legs I gently spread her thighs and manoeuvred between them. A few droplets of moisture clung to the hairs that disappeared into the vee formed by her parted legs: so she was aroused, just like me. I felt a flood of hormones wash over me as the realisation of what I was about to do sank in. I was preparing to make love to a married woman whom I'd met the day before. It felt wrong for all the right reasons, but I was beyond reason: there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to eat her. My primal instincts bubbled to the surface and I had no choice but to become slave to my needs. I pushed her legs apart further and lowered my head to her centre.

The musky scent of a day trapped inside underwear mingled with the unmistakable smell of female desire as I extended my tongue. With my palms resting on the front of her hips I used my thumbs to roll her hair-covered lips aside slightly. The petals of her labia parted stickily and I was captivated by how similar yet very different she was to me. Her lips were thinner overall where mine were full and fleshy, yet they were more splayed, forming almost a natural diamond shape among the pubic forest. The hood of her clitoris was smaller and further up than mine so I could see her tiny nub peeking from its hiding place already, waiting for my touch.

Starting at the base of her pussy I dove forward and ran my tongue lengthwise towards her clit; my first taste of another woman. I moaned in guilty pleasure along with Jess, then went back for more, burying my nose among her folds and inhaling her core as I licked. At the top of each stroke I circled my tongue around her clitoris and she gasped each time. Lick after lick she became wetter and more tasty; I greedily devoured every sweet drop.

Jess became more vocal when I switched attention solely to her sensitive clit. I licked directly over and around her hard centre, each time eliciting a throaty moan which she projected into the sparsely decorated room. The echoes of her groans bounced off the walls and I wondered if anyone in neighbouring rooms would be listening and becoming excited at our play. I know I would have been; I'd have been furiously rubbing my slick pussy while my ear was pressed against a glass to the wall. But this time there was no need to fill in the gaps with my imagination: I had a front row seat.

Urging me on with both her cries and her hands clamping my head to her pussy, Jess approached orgasm. I held her lips wide apart with my thumbs and licked furiously at her engorged clit, becoming increasingly aware of my own pussy leaking juice into my cotton panties. Like mine, her wet channel was naturally open, awaiting penetration. I pushed my long tongue out as far as I could and fucked her with it, sampling juice directly from her source. She rewarded me with some loud cries of joy and an exhilarating mix of sweet nectar amid the musky undercurrent of raw passion.

I never wasted a drop, lapping feverishly at her increasingly sopping box. I could sense her nearing orgasm, her gasps coming more insistently and closer together, legs squeezing against my ears. As I drove inside her, alternately fucking her delicious cunt with my tongue and slathering her clit, she began thrusting up against my face, begging me to lick her harder. I complied and seconds later she let out a loud cry and her legs gripped my head in place, covering my ears and forcing me to stay pressed against her dripping pussy.

I let her ride it out, enjoying the feel of her fluttering contractions against my face, aware of her panting in the distance. Eventually her legs released my head and my hearing returned to normal. She collapsed back against the bed and put her forearm over her eyes. A wide smile spread across her parted lips and she was still breathing heavily.

Slowly disentangling myself from her midsection, I sat up between her thighs and gazed down at her. It was an incredible high to witness the shared bond between us in the aftermath of her intense orgasm; I was so turned on by what had just happened. And as if the emotional connection wasn't enough to make my skin tingle, the fact that Jess' horny secretions still coated my chin and I could smell her pussy on my lips were the icing on the cake.

Jess slid her arm from her eyes and smiled up at me. She sat up and leant in for a kiss; a long, slow, smouldering kiss, I suspect partly as a thank you for what I had done to her and partly to rev me up for what she did next. Keeping our lips locked, she spun us over so I was laid on the bed. Jess then assumed the dominant position and pulled her mouth from mine, sitting poised. She trailed her fingers up my tummy and ran them over my bra, touching the upper exposed surface of my breasts. My nipples began to respond, straining at the sheer fabric. Then I felt cool air across them as Jess slid her hands beneath my bra and pulled my tits from beneath their covering.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen me, it felt so naughty to be exposed like that in front of her, my bra yanked lewdly below my breasts. Jess massaged the ample flesh, tweaking my nipples gently, then dropped her head and began to suck on each nipple in turn.

Small sparks flew from the tips of my boobs down through my belly and swam around my loins. Each time she licked, sucked, or squeezed I moaned in appreciation. It felt so different to the way Adam did it; unhurried where he was racing to slide inside me; sensual where he was brutish. She required no direction, just knew what would feel right.

But nothing prepared me for what she did next. Lazily tracing her tongue down my body she trailed it over my sheer, damp panties. When she was kneeling between my thighs, she pushed them wide apart and I let my legs flop open to receive her. Just like with my boobs, she saucily pulled my panties to one side, uncovering my hairless snatch to her lustful gaze. I don't think she was expecting a shaved pussy to greet her because she stopped in her tracks.

"Wow. You're beautiful."

I blushed. "Thank you."

"What does it feel like to have no hair down here?"

"Awesome. You should try it. Not that I didn't enjoy eating you as you are."

"I figured as much."

I smiled. Her voice still got to me. The Carolina girl who was about to lick me to orgasm. As if reading the urgency in my mind, she stooped to my exposed pussy, placed her hands on the tops of my thighs above the bands of my holds-ups and blew air across my wet lips. The extra cold sent shivers of desire radiating from my centre to the far reaches of my body. And when she followed it with a hot, wet lick the entire length of my bald pussy I thought I was going to hit the roof. I groaned loudly at the touch of her tongue so she repeated the action over and over: slow then fast; full length then just circling my clit as I had done to her.

Before long she had her face buried in my shaved slit, nuzzling her nose against the tiny strip of hair above my clitoris as her tongue probed and lapped at my core. She would intermittently come up for air and crawl her way to my face, planting deep kisses on my lips so I could taste myself. The act was dirty, but I loved it as our lips crushed together and we could smell each other's arousal. No sooner had we built up a steady rhythm with tongues swirling inside hot mouths she was gone, returning her face to my snatch and slathering kisses where no other woman had kissed.

Even with my panties pulled to one side, she had good access to my soaking tunnel. I was totally enrapt in the sensation of her tongue probing ravenously and unselfishly into the depths of my sex. My clit was burning with desire when she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard, drawing it into her wanton mouth. Then she introduced her finger to my canal. I felt her soft digit glide past my lips and into my tight pussy. I cried out into the room as she sawed her hand back and forth while her tongue bounced and licked my distended clitoris. A second digit joined the first and she continued to ream my cunt hard, her hot breath and long, penetrating fingers delivering tiny shockwaves throughout my body.

All of a sudden I felt her tongue against my mouth again and instinctively parted my lips to receive her warm, loving kiss. The new position altered the angle of her fingers and I found her pressing the front wall of my pussy on each in-stroke. I urged her on, wondering again if we were being overheard from next door. Heck, the noise I was making the whole floor could probably hear us.

She journeyed her tongue south again, stopping to suck hard on my tits en-route. My body responded favourably and her fingers continued to drive into my soaking box as I arched my body up against her palm. I knew it wasn't going to be long before the familiar sensation of orgasm washed over me. I could already feel the warmth spreading to my thighs and tummy. Would it feel different at the hands of this woman? More intense? I felt her hot tongue back on my fiery clit and reached down with one hand to pull my panties further aside. My other hand alternately grabbed and squeezed my breasts that were poking above my bra, nipples pointing skyward. I was so close.

Whether she sensed my impending orgasm and wanted to tease me or it was rotten timing, Jess withdrew her fingers and tongue from my pleasure centre. I cried out in disappointment and begged her to continue. She raised my hips from the bed, slid her hands under my bottom and pulled my panties down my legs. Between us we wriggled and she removed them, tossing them aside and staring hungrily at my juicy, bare slit.

I arched my back up off the bed like some wild animal, desperate to be fucked. My pussy craved her touch. She was kneeling between my raised knees and patiently pushed my body down to the bed then grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs and folding me back against myself. Her hands slid to my thighs and continued to push gently up towards my head. I followed her lead and elevated my hips a little further. The momentum of her push rolled my hips upwards and I put my hands under my back to support myself -- as if doing the bicycle exercise we had to do at school. My legs rolled completely over to rest on the pillow either side of my head so I formed a crude 'C' shape and remained that way while Jess moved forward a little, kneeling directly in front of me. Our hands held me in position and with my pussy now pointing upwards she had total access to my soaking channel. She took full advantage.

Without warning she dove headlong into my steamy cunt, probing her tongue as deeply into me as our unorthodox position allowed. I screamed in pleasure with each stroke as she licked my red lips with hers, glowing slick with saliva in the lamp light. Her hot mouth clamped over my entire pussy and she explored my naked lips and hypersensitive clitoris with her tongue and teeth. I looked up at her through glassy eyes, totally enrapt in her beauty. Between strokes I could see how wet I'd made her. Against the backdrop of shimmering auburn hair, she had a thin film of my juice over her chin, lower cheeks and nose, which glistened in the lamp light. Every so often I caught sight of a tell-tale ridge of creamy froth outlining her mouth; a combination of her saliva and my oozing pussy. I only started producing that when I was rampantly horny. Slathering my mound with her face and tongue, she panted against me, telling me how much it was turning her on to be giving so much pleasure.

And then once more, she stopped; I felt empty and more than a little disappointed, groaning for her to finish what she started. She slid her hands further down to help support my hips.

"A little birdy told me last night that someone here enjoys their ass played with. Would you like that, Belle?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but I was too far gone to analyse it. I just nodded wildly and Jess grinned. Taking some of the weight off my hands she held my upturned bottom steady and, while maintaining sultry eye contact, poked her tongue out and licked my anus.

Her touch was electric and I moaned loudly with sheer delight as she swabbed insistently at my rear passage. Lick after deliciously dirty lick assaulted my arse, sending energy bolts the length of my body. My hair tingled. Jess then surprised me again by burying her face into my bottom and probing her tongue hard against the wall of anal muscle. I felt her tongue slither inside my rear passage, in, out, in, out, each penetration more delightful than the last. She buried her nose against my soaking slit and inhaled deeply; such a filthy act but it drove me higher to know she was getting off at the smell of my drenched pussy. As her tongue probed my anal depths I shrieked with joy, the pressure inside me building in ever heightening waves, moments away from inevitably bursting the dam.

And then I came.

A wall of energy surged throughout my body, signalling my brain to flood me with hormones. The surface of my damp skin crackled as the heat flushed down through me and crashed into the second wave forging its way out from my ravaged centre. From clit to pussy to arse, my entire sex pulsed, clamping Jess' tongue inside my bottom as delicious contraction after contraction gripped me, sending out an orgasmic beat to which the rest of my body could dance.

I was vaguely aware of repeatedly moaning ohh ohh ohh, in time with the rhythmical pulsing of my insides. The volcano that was spewing hot lava from my pussy radiated its heat through my thighs and calves to my toes resting against the pillow. They curled and uncurled involuntarily and then, like a determined relay racer, the heat coursed back up and over my inverted 'C' down to my curvy hips and stomach, rushing across my breasts and igniting my nipples before flushing my neck a deep crimson. My arms and fingers supporting my weight tingled and if it hadn't been for Jess holding me up I'd have collapsed there and then.




Tradeshow Tryst



Time ceased to exist. My mouth was agape; eyes squeezed shut, breathing deeply. My arms flopped to the bed and Jess took all of my weight against her hands and face. She was still gently probing the inside of my dark passage, her nose buried in my bald cunt, deeply inhaling my musky sweet scent. Ripples of energy continued to swell through me even after Jess gently plucked her tongue from my bottom and rolled my hips and legs back to the bed. The heat continued to flow from my core and lapped at my extremities, as I felt my pussy releasing tiny rivulets of come which pooled onto the bed sheets.

I gradually opened my eyes, lying there prone with Jess kneeling between my legs looking down at me wearing a crooked smile, I felt contented yet strangely aloof. Like I'd committed treason but felt justified in doing so. The feeling didn't last long. All it took to bring me back was the gentle touch of Jess' hand on my thigh. She lazily traced arcs over my skin, running her long fingers back and forth over my legs and midriff, waiting patiently for the waves of my orgasm to die away naturally.

When she was satisfied I'd calmed enough, she climbed from between my legs and lay beside me, watching, still gingerly stroking my pink skin. I managed to crack a weak smile and rolled my head in her direction. She smiled back warmly, her freckles dancing in the soft light. God she was beautiful. I rolled onto my side to face her and stroked her cheek then brought my lips to hers. I tasted myself of course -- a heady mix of sweat, come and dark musk that made my heart beat momentarily faster-- and also savoured her sweet aroma and the faint remnants of vanilla gloss. Our lips explored, tongues gradually peeking out, wrapping round each other, dancing slowly inside our mouths. My fires were smouldering but the embers were still alight, ready to be stirred once more. Jess broke the kiss and we just lay there hugging each other until the air conditioning got the better of us.

It was late anyway, so after a final goodnight kiss I reluctantly slithered from the bed, searched for my clothes and slowly dressed in front of her watchful gaze. I then tucked her naked body in bed and kissed her forehead. She looked up at me.

"Belle?"

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you. That was a wonderful evening."

"So, can I... I mean, can we... get together tomorrow night?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Same time?"

She confirmed and relaxed into the deep pillow, shutting her eyes. "It can't come soon enough. Goodnight Belle." 

"Night Jess."

I let myself out and stood resting against her door after it had clicked shut, utterly contented, wondering what the next night could bring.

I could hardly wait to find out.

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As it happened I didn't have to wait as long as I expected. During a pit stop to the downstairs toilets at about 11am I heard footsteps coming down fast behind me. I reached the bottom stair and stepped past the opaque glass bricks into the bathroom area just as a hand grabbed my elbow and hustled me across the tiled floor into the nearest cubicle. The door was locked behind us and Jess whirled me round, crushing me against the side of the stall with her lips against mine. I responded passionately yet quietly, intensely aware of the sound of a few of the neighbouring stalls in use. The odd tinkle, the sound of material sliding up legs, flushing, door catches sliding back, the whooshes of water, the whines of hand dryers. Then silence save for the laboured breathing and faint saliva exchange of two women locked in a deep kiss, hands exploring hips and bottoms, her grabbing at my skirt and riding it up over my sheer hold-ups, exposing my already dampening panties.

I pushed her away a second, and whispered, "Jess, this is insane."

She whispered back in her lilting Carolina accent. "The only insane thing was not letting you stay last night. I need to make up for that."

"Later."

"Now," she breathed, sinking to her knees in front of me.

Before I had a chance to protest she yanked my underwear down to my knees and launched herself into my hairless pussy. At her electric touch, my head banged back against the stall, echoing around the bathroom. I moaned gently, still aware of the need for discretion, finding it hard to keep quiet as Jess' tongue lapped insistently at my slit. I looked down at the crown of her fiery chestnut head bobbing against my hips. It felt so good; so decadent to have her take me like this. Anyone could catch us and I had no idea what the repercussions might be, but at that moment the desire to have her continue further and probe her tongue deeper overwhelmed me beyond logic and reason. I frantically swatted at my legs to drop my panties to the floor, which allowed me to step out of them and give her complete access.

Once free of the sheer fabric I raised one leg and anchored it on the toilet bowl, reaching down to open myself for her. Jess nuzzled her face hard against my pussy and drove her tongue inside me, fucking me with each stroke. Her upper lip pressed against my clit, unrelenting at each inward thrust, sending shockwaves rippling out to my extremities. The sheer crudeness of her act and the threat of discovery aroused me faster than I thought possible.

Stroke after hot, urgent stroke brought me closer to orgasm until she withdrew her tongue. Her attention switched to my clit, poking proud from its hiding place, eager to join in. Swabbing her tongue up and over it, then circling repeatedly gave me wonderful butterflies in the pit of my stomach. They fluttered outward, beating their invisible wings against the inside of my skin, seeking escape through the nerve endings at the tips of my fingers, my knees, toes, breasts, neck, ears, scalp; everywhere. How was she able to do this to me? Nought to the verge of boiling point faster than a hotel kettle. Truthfully I didn't want to know the answer, simply ecstatic that it was happening.

Outside our cubicle women came and went about their bathroom duties largely oblivious to the sex taking place in Stall One. Perhaps one or two cottoned on; a muted gasp here, a wet smack there. But nobody said anything or tried to interrupt. Just went about their business and left; perhaps mildly offended, perhaps wishing it was them in the stall experiencing the delicious quivers of impending orgasm at the behest of Jess' glorious tongue bath.

Wetness dribbled down my legs and onto my hold-ups. Not just Jess' saliva but my own secretions, oozing from within my centre, coating my newfound friend's face on its journey under the influence of gravity. My bare pussy lips were slick beneath her tongue and chin. She pressed her nose into my clit, slid down my wet lips and breathed deeply, inhaling my sweetness directly, deeply. Such debauchery! She paused and then, as if she could discern from my scent how close I was to orgasm, she slid back up and ploughed her tongue inside me with renewed vigour, crushing her nose, upper lip and teeth alternately against my impatient clitoris. Shortly after, her tongue was out and up again, circling my sensitive button, lapping beneath the open hood repeatedly, eliciting soft moans of delight from my throat.

The situation played out in my mind as I imagined what we must look like from outside our bodies: lurid, reckless, but overwhelmingly exciting. Floating above myself I looked down at the two of us entwined, clothed, hot, and sweaty in the bathroom cubicle. Me pressed into the corner of the stall, head skyward, panting, my legs akimbo, one foot up on the toilet, Jess' face buried in my cunt, working magic inside me the likes of which I'd willingly pay for. I witnessed my mouth making 'oh' shapes, eyes alternately squeezing shut and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as the waves inside built to a crescendo.

All of a sudden I felt myself being snapped back inside my body as if on a piece of elastic. I reached down, cradled Jess' head and, amid the incessant slathering of her tongue on my private playground, came. A long and glorious orgasm flooded through my body, bristling the hairs on the back of my neck, flushing the upper half of my chest pink, and giving anyone within immediate earshot an idea of just what it felt like.

Jess played me like her own personal sex instrument, keeping my exhilaration fully charged throughout. It was as if I'd been standing on the edge of a cliff face and she'd pushed me over the edge then jumped after me, helping me tumble, roll and accelerate to the foaming ocean below, by my side every second of the way until we crashed into the water. And then she continued to help me swim, guiding me, coaxing me, lovingly inside me until we both washed ashore, spent and happy.

As my senses gradually returned and the stark cubicle environment formed around me I looked down at Jess grinning widely from between my still spread legs. Her lips, button nose and cheeks glistened with my come. Even in the cramped confines of the toilet stall she emitted warmth, humility and divinity.

I removed my foot from the toilet seat and bent to kiss her, tasting my arousal mixed with her saliva and that vanilla gloss again. She broke the kiss and scooped up my knickers, dropping them into her bag and whispering softly, "You can have these back tonight. Go without till then."

I started to quietly protest but she silenced me with a finger against my lips and pulled my skirt back down so I was something approaching dignified. The cubicle stank of sex and my hair felt a mess. But I was so alive. The orgasm flotsam was still drifting inside me, lapping at the edges of my conscience. This woman was incredible. Jess rose, unlocked the stall and left without another word. The toilet door banged shut under its self-closing hinge.

After a minute or two to compose my thoughts I went to the toilet and left the stall. My hair was indeed a mess so I fixed it in the full-width mirror, smiled a wicked smile at my reflection and sashayed from the bathroom -- pantyless and excited -- to rejoin the exhibition floor above.

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Needless to say that by the time six o'clock rolled around I was still horny. Lazing in the hotel room prior to getting ready for what could well be my final date with Jess I wound and unwound the phone cord around my finger as I relayed recent highlights to Adam. I could tell he was aroused by the sound of his voice.

"She sounds amazing. I want all the dirty details when you get back."

"That's not all. She surprised me this morning by licking me to orgasm in the ladies, then stole my knickers."

"Saucy cow."

"I know! I've been commando all day and you've no idea how hot I've felt with everyone milling around me. Do they know or don't they? Can they smell my pussy? I swear some guy did a double take when he glanced up as I took the stairs to the mezzanine."

Silence. Then, "I want you now. What are you wearing?"

I laughed. "The red blouse you like, my work skirt, those dark hold-ups, lace bra with the petal trim and no underwear. So what would you do to me if you were here?"

"I think I'd leave you clothed as you are. Me as well, fully clothed. I'd turn you to face the wall, lift your skirt and kiss your arse. Run my long tongue up and down your crack, flicking it over your anus, pushing my tongue inside your bottom. I'd pull your cheeks apart and go to work on you, slathering saliva all over your beautiful arsehole, slip my tongue down into your pussy and back again, working you into a frenzy. Then I'd step back to admire your wetness, the delicious little creases at the top of your thighs where your bottom starts to curve, the pale skin leading up to your bunched skirt. I'd be unable to stop myself from taking you where you stand so I'd free my cock, poking out hard from my trouser fly, step into you, spread your cheeks with my palms and drive my cock up your tight arse. I love listening to the noises you make when I fuck your bottom, Belle. You're such a fucking animal, begging me for cock, moaning loudly. It turns me on so much to hear you lose yourself as I slam inside your tight..."

He tailed off at the knock on the hotel door. I snapped my eyes open from the fantasy he'd depicted. "I'd, uhh, better get that. I'll call you back."

I put the phone down and smoothed my skirt to cover where I'd been tracing my fingers over my pussy lips during Adam's daydream. My fingers still smelled of my arousal but that couldn't be helped. I padded over to the front door and opened it. Jess. In the same trouser suit from earlier, white cotton blouse, low heels. She didn't wait for an invitation: pushed me backwards into the room, her Carolina accent thick with desire. "Fuck the meal, we can get room service later. I have everything I want to eat right here."

I smiled at her corny line, and melted into her arms as the door clicked shut. Our embrace was urgent yet languid, insistent yet tender, lips finding each other, tongues clashing and swirling as we stood in the entrance corridor next to the bathroom. She ran a hand down through my lightly tangled hair to my back and drew circles with her fingertips, moving gradually down to rest her hand on my hip. The other hand snaked to the other side of my body and she pulled me to her, groins together. Her hands glided over my bottom down to the hem of my skirt and lifted. Flesh found flesh and I felt her grin against my mouth before pulling her lips away from mine.

"Good girl. You kept your panties off for me."

"It was so hot. I've wanted you all day."

"Want no more."

Jess dropped to her knees and slid her hands to the top of one of my holds-ups, then began rolling it down my delicate thigh. She peeled it all the way to the floor and raised my calf to set my foot in her lap. I steadied myself against the wall as she pulled the hold-up completely free, then lifted my foot, bent forward and inserted my toes into her mouth. The sensation of her gently sucking at my digits sent heat up my leg to my exposed pussy. Such a simple act with a profound effect on my body. Her tongue swished over each toe and the air conditioning cooled it as she took time to draw every one into her mouth individually, then kissed along my instep. Each touch brought us closer together; she knew how to make a girl feel special.

She ran light kisses from my foot, up over my calf and knee to my thigh. She moved within a couple of inches of my pussy from which distance she couldn't fail to smell my sex, hot and inviting. But instead of moving in the expected direction she stopped, returned my foot to the floor and picked up my discarded hold-up. She straightened it out and stood directly before me, wrapped it over my eyes and stepped round to secure it in a knot behind my head. My sight was cut off and every other sense was heightened to compensate.

Pulling me by the hand a few paces towards the middle of the room, she then stopped me. I heard her circling, the rub of her trouser material giving away her location. No doubt she was checking me out: skirt bunched around my waist, pussy and bottom fully on display above one hold-up, nipples pressing hard against my bra and blouse, mouth agape, waiting for whatever. Just waiting, the faint drone of the air con fans the only sound in the room. My ears strained to determine her position, to give away any information about what might happen next. A door opened and closed with a thud further down the corridor. Footsteps passed the door and faded. Nothing else happened; she knew the anticipation would heighten my desire for her. I turned my head a little, craning to hear any telltale signs of activity and was slightly startled when she spoke, softly yet firmly, from directly in front of me.

"Take off your blouse."

It was part command, part lustful request. I of course began to unbutton the garment, slowly, teasingly. I heard a zip and some rustling of material as I assumed Jess was undressing in front of me. Partially or fully I couldn't tell. Then she moved around me, the padding of her soles barely detectable against the soft carpet. I became aware of her proximity, her warm breath against my ear immediately preceding a simple one-word command:

"Faster."

She gave my bottom a playful slap to emphasise her point. The sound echoed off the walls and I dutifully sped up, shucking the top to the floor, feeling the air in the room cool my shoulders and belly. Her breath danced across my other ear.

"Now the skirt."

I liked this game. It made me feel deliciously dirty to strip for her pleasure. Hooking my thumbs into the hem I slid my bunched skirt downwards, over my pert behind and onto my thighs.

"Stop and bend over. Hands on your ankles."

Her breath receded behind me and I did as I was told, leaning forward, grabbing just above my feet. From her rear vantage point, Jess would have an uninterrupted view of my crinkled arsehole and bare pussy lips curving away from her between my slightly parted legs. She stepped towards me and gingerly slid the skirt the rest of the way down my long legs. Her fingers occasionally brushed their smooth surface and the touch made me want her more. I craved a kiss; to pull her to me and crush our lips together, hands exploring like they had earlier in the bathroom stall. But Jess was in control tonight and in some ways it was better to be her plaything; her willing rag doll. I loved the way it made me feel; the fluttering of anticipation just beneath my skin and the combination of fear and excitement that the unknown brought.

The skirt came to rest, pooling over my wrists and the floor. From over my left shoulder she spoke, her voice loaded with desire.

"You've been a bad girl. You let me fuck you in the bathroom earlier and then spent the rest of the day sans panties. Do you know what that makes you?"

I shook my head, just inches from my knees.

"Answer me properly!"

"No, what does that make me, miss Jess?"

She paused a beat, satisfied with my subservience. "It makes you a slut. MY slut. What are you?"

"Your slut, miss Jess."

"Good. And do you know what naughty sluts deserve?"

"No, miss Jess," I responded, already willing the answer to be her touch on my exposed skin or tongue on my moistening pussy, but half expecting neither.

"They need to be reminded of their place in the world. In my world."

Her hand cracked against my upturned bottom, the slap and my subsequent surprised cry bouncing off the walls briefly before silence returned. Fire spread from the contact point where no doubt a red hand print would shortly be forming and raced between my legs. It was degrading to be treated this way but in some small, sick corner of my mind it turned me on. Wetness surged to my pussy and I gripped my ankles tighter, wishing I could see what she was doing so I might prepare for her next move.

Nothing happened for a long moment, then a spank landed squarely on my exposed right cheek. Slightly harder than the first, it still caught me by surprise despite my body expecting the blow.

"Ohhhh," I exhaled through clenched teeth.

More warmth rushed from my backside to my chest via my ever dampening pussy. I could feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra, pointing at the floor as I stood doubled over, awaiting the next humiliating yet invigorating slap.

It came on my left cheek this time. A full-handed spank that reverberated around the room and arced electricity across my bare pussy lips. I moaned with delight and a little pain, allowing the warmth to spread through my body and fuel my dirty thoughts of having Jess shove her long fingers inside me, bringing me to orgasm.

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this. It's your punishment for being a slut."

She spanked the same left cheek much harder.

"Owwwww, fuck," I exclaimed. My bottom flushed and the heat surged through my body. If anything, the latest crack delivered more wetness than the last to my yearning pussy. What kind of girl was I to enjoy this treatment? Jess was right: I was a slut. A cheap, dirty slut.




Tradeshow Tryst



Two ferocious, closely-spaced smacks punctuated my thoughts and I screamed out into the room, arching my back as far as I could while still maintaining the grip on my ankles. The pain was intense but thankfully short lived, ebbing away to distribute the heat from my reddening bottom throughout my body and oddly making me crave Jess more.

Her hand snaked between my thighs and I jumped at the touch. She cupped my wet pussy and rubbed the hairless mound.

"What have we here?" she chided in a sing-song voice. "You enjoying this, you dirty bitch? Getting wet for me?"

"Yes miss Jess," I agreed. "I want you inside me. Want your tongue in my hot, wet pussy. Make me come. Please," I begged.

I felt her hand slide back a little and then a long, slender digit gently eased its way forward into my sex. I gasped at the intrusion and moaned a little encouragement as my lips parted slightly, drawing her finger past the lubricated entrance and into my warm depths. It felt wonderful to finally be filled, and Jess glided her finger in and out, each stroke eliciting a soft involuntary moan from my throat. I longed for her fingering to continue, the passion quickly building inside me; of course, Jess was in tune with my needs yet chose to ignore them.

"Stand up," she barked.

I did as I was told, her finger remaining inside me.

"Take three steps forward until you reach the bed."

Again I complied, trusting her to guide me since I couldn't see past the makeshift blindfold. Each step caused her finger to caress my insides as she kept pace with me. The edge of the bed brushed my knees and I stopped.

"Crawl on. Slowly."

Leaning forward and raising my knee I climbed up onto the cool, cotton sheets. Jess eased me up and forward from inside, guiding me where she wanted. The springs of the queen size mattress compressed and took my weight, then the weight of Jess as she joined me, her finger still playing against the walls of my hot channel.

When I was settled on all fours she slowly withdrew her finger. My lips tried to prevent her exit, clamping around her in a vain attempt to prolong the pleasure, but soon I was empty. I sighed and waited, knowing I was going to enjoy whatever was planned for me, trusting my American lover to bring me the release I so badly needed. I didn't have to wait long before her lilting voice danced to my ears. She delivered three statements slowly and evenly, each laden with an increasing intensity, her tone belying the lust building for me.

"Feel yourself. Finger yourself. Fuck yourself."

I was more then willing to comply.

Lowering my head to the mattress so my bottom remained tantalisingly skyward I pressed my cheek against the crisp cotton and slid my hands into the space between me and the bed. I didn't need sight for what I was about to do. With practised ease the fingers of my left hand spread my lips and my right brushed the hood of my clitoris. It felt so good to explore my damp folds for her, the terrain so familiar yet somehow different due to the blindfold and the watchful stare of Jess. I could almost feel her eyes taking in my curves, her gaze focusing on my fingers alternately circling my clit and dipping between my engorged lips, returning wet and gliding up to lubricate my sensitive button.

No stranger to masturbation in front of an audience -- Adam loved to watch me too -- there was something unique about performing for Jess. Whether it was the situation itself or the feelings I had for her welling to the surface, each flick of my clit and dive of my fingers into my opening carried an emotional payload that flooded my senses. Little sighs of delight escaped into the room and I wondered what Jess was thinking. Was she just watching the show or was her hand buried in her panties? Was she even wearing any underwear? I had no idea. I imagined she was, and that the little movements I heard behind me were the product of her own self-exploration, touching, watching, enjoying the shared bond of two women on a voyage of mutual discovery.

So convinced of her actions in my mind, the touch of her palms against my tender upturned bottom took me by surprise. A rush of hormones coursed from my scalp to my toes and warmed me. She gingerly spanked my cheeks in turn, muttering dirty names for me under her breath then spread my globes and ran her tongue from the base of my pussy right up the cleft to the small of my back. I purred with pleasure each time she repeated the action of licking my rear. The nerve endings around my tight rosebud responded and topped up my lust for Jess. All physical, chemical and emotional centres started to combine as my body climbed to ever higher levels of arousal. Anyone watching the manner in which she skilfully played her tongue over my crinkled hole, occasionally slipping lower between my opening petals, would be forgiven for thinking we'd known each our whole lives instead of just a few incredible days.

All the while, my fingers continued to raise my excitement in tandem with Jess' tongue bath. She parted my rosy cheeks even further and drove her tongue inside my bottom, slathering wetly and moaning at the sheer depravity of the act. I was adding to the noise in the room, my once soft cries now beginning to ramp up to more forceful groans of pleasure. I was way beyond caring what anyone in adjacent rooms thought. Let them imagine: I had the real thing!

Second by second, thought by dirty thought, and lick after glorious lick nudged me to the brink of orgasm. I begged Jess to finish me off, implored her to drive her tongue deeper inside my musky behind as my fingers became a blur across my proud clit. With that came a strange realisation -- an unexpected epiphany to have at that moment: there was no doubt in my mind I loved her. Certainly not the same love I held for Adam but a deep, emotional connection beyond simple lust and the novelty of a same-sex encounter. I felt grounded when I was with her, as if she was a spiritual jigsaw piece that interlocked with my very being to complete the picture. We'd known each other for such a short time but nothing on earth felt stronger.

Just like the day before, I began to lose track of time. Wetness oozed from my depths and the rapid clicks of sticky fingers frantically sliding over creamy pussy lips were drowned out by my long moan of release. Both entrances started to flutter open and closed rhythmically and my senses were immersed in wave upon wave of orgasmic heat. Jess withdrew her tongue and my fingers came to a halt, palm cupping my entire mound instead, as if to selfishly keep my juices from escaping.

I panted through the orgasm into the bed sheets -- still blindfolded and drooling involuntarily from my open mouth. There was no other feeling on the planet greater than the flood of hormones released during sex and I was becoming more and more a slave to my body's natural drug. Maybe I was out of control, but if this was the result then I was in no hurry to stop. Nerve endings I never knew existed were arcing and I could feel my skin flushing pink, pores opening to try and restore balance. I was the centre of my universe and had Jess to thank for the Big Bang.

Slowly, my brain regained command of my inner animal and I began to float from the high. My hands flopped to the bed, shortly followed by the rest of my body, lying prone on my stomach, legs still apart with Jess nestled between them.

When I had the strength to do so I hauled myself onto all fours again and gracelessly swung myself around to kneel before my lover. She slid the blindfold over my head and I smiled at her, blinking in the low light from the lamp, our knees practically touching. I leaned forward and tenderly kissed her soft lips, breathing in the mixture of her floral scent, vanilla lip gloss and my musk. Our tongues explored each other, taking time to chart the terrain, saliva mingling. We had all night and mutually intended to maximise the time together.

Inevitably, the kiss began to heat up. I was first to raise my hands and touch her body, gliding my fingertips up and over her slender waist, then tracing the semi circle of her small breasts. I massaged them gingerly at first then more forcefully as she responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and crushing our lips together, swirling her tongue masterfully in my mouth. Jess began to make little guttural moans and it was clear to me that she wouldn't require much reheating. With a final squeeze I pulled away from her and had to smile at the lust-filled expression of beauty before me; her mouth agape, eyes half closed. Clear signals that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

I pushed her gently and she swung her legs out from underneath her lithe body, then lay back and arched her knees, allowing me to position myself between her smooth thighs. She was close to the foot of the bed, her hair tumbling over the edge by the time I had made us comfortable. Leaning forward, directly above her, I looked down at her angelic face and grinned.

"My turn."

Without another word I swooped to her neck and planted soft kisses along her collar bone, up over her jaw line and across to her other shoulder. Jess craned her neck a little, tipping her head further over the edge of the bed as I made my way back along her exposed, taut neck line. Since she was already turned on I didn't waste much time before making my way to her breasts. The little textured areola met my swirling tongue and from the centre her nipple rose to cap the peak. I took it between my lips and pulled up into my mouth, rolled my tongue across its surface and tenderly nibbled the edges. Jess panted hard; proof if any was needed that I was on the right path.

The attention to her other breast elicited a similar response. I beamed inwardly; it was such a turn-on to know I was having this effect on her. Guys like Adam were transparent insofar as their erection gave away their state of arousal. This was different. It wasn't just about the physical attributes -- although they were a useful yardstick -- but the way she responded; the way her breath caught in her throat when I got a touch perfect; the way she breathed or moaned or brushed me in return; all these little signals built a complete picture of the way she felt inside. And the response from all of them was electrifying.

I'd read stories of women who felt stricken about giving pleasure -- as if it was some kind of guilty sin to enjoy the act of oral sex; like it should be some kind of tit-for-tat arrangement; _I'd better lick yours so you'll lick mine_. I recalled the first guy that truly enjoyed going down on me. I mean, thoroughly enjoyed it. It was not long after I'd finished school so I was pretty naïve about sex, but I remembered that Steve wouldn't stop, just kept on going long after I figured his jaw must have been aching. I was so wet and he was right there the whole time, buried in my hairy pussy, lapping my juices, teasing and flicking my clit, thrusting his tongue into me, strings of my come and his saliva joining us as he drew countless orgasms from my writhing body. I wanted that experience for Jess because right then I knew what Steve had felt. The intoxicating desire to give pleasure; to taste her and make her come on my face. Suddenly I wanted to reek of her cunt for days; a lasting reminder of our time together. I wanted it to be the first thing Adam noticed when he greeted me at home the next day because it would drive us both wild.

Hurriedly, I placed kisses down to her navel, over her smooth tummy and down onto her panties. A wet spot, as I expected. I kissed her pussy through the silky material as my hands slid over her slender hips and under her bottom, dragging the elastic of her underwear with them. She arched off the bed a little to ease the removal process and the panties bunched to a thin line of material which I managed to roll from her impossibly long legs. I brought the prize to my face and inhaled long and hard. What a smell! Female heat, faint urine but with the overwhelming bouquet of sweet lust. And it was all mine.

Discarding her underwear I eyed my target for a moment, letting Jess witness the hunger in my expression. I flicked my gaze from her sticky open diamond to the retracted hood beneath which her pink clitoris peeked. Desire welled up inside my belly and surged through me, invisibly forcing me forward.

I dove into her waiting snatch. My lips locked against her pussy and before my brain caught up I was lashing my tongue against her. Jess tipped her head back fully over the edge of the bed, jutting her small breasts to the ceiling, and groaned in satisfaction. My tongue was insistent, forceful, and desperate to take this woman to the plateau of sexual indulgence and beyond. It snaked inside her delicious pussy, withdrawing coated in her exquisite nectar, slathering over the matted wisps of pubic hair and widening entrance. The sound of her wet lips being penetrated by my eager tongue became lost amid her cries of contentment. Over and over she moaned into the room which just added fuel to my actions. It made me feel so special to mean this much to her.

I slid my hands up her thighs, over her hips and onwards to cup her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her proud nipples. My tongue was greeted with a surge of moisture escaping her slick channel and I swallowed greedily, savouring her sweetness as it enveloped my senses.

The tip of my tongue roamed the edges of her delicate opening seeking the ultimate target. The tiny pink, hard nub it found nestling at the apex of her slit brought forth a torrent of passionate groans from Jess' throat as I drew circles and flicked her shiny button. Grazing her clit with my teeth and sucking it directly between my lips met with equally vociferous outbursts and she raised her hands to her face, muffling her cries.

Inwardly I felt like the proverbial child in the sweet shop with the pick of anything from the shelf. It was immensely gratifying to have this much power over someone; I found the ability to control and direct pleasure addictive, the mouth-watering elixir she leaked a delightful bonus. My chin and cheeks were drenched and as I pressed my face to her and pulled at her nipples again, Jess' moans took on an urgency that signalled her impending release. She dropped her hands back over her head and found the floor, her shoulders rolling off the edge of the bed, heels digging into the mattress for support as she pressed her wet pussy up into my face. To support her impromptu handstand I quickly slid my hands to her hips and continued to lap at her very core, pressing my face against her midriff to maintain the pressure she craved.

I found myself holding my breath on her behalf as her cries increased in pitch. My own pussy dribbled come in sympathy and I loved the adrenaline rush that coursed my body as I sought to push my American lover over the edge of her sexual precipice.

There was no mistaking Jess' orgasm. Her groans became deep rasps and her body went stiff against my face. I pulled away for a few seconds and was treated to the sight of her wet diamond pulsing open and closed rapidly. I felt somehow proud to have caused such pleasure; a shiver of satisfaction ran up my spine as I returned my tongue to her pussy entrance to scoop some of the clear fluid that was oozing from her fluttering slit. Her taste was exquisite; slightly salty but overwhelmingly creamy and I lapped up everything she had to offer while she continued to pant hard through her climax.

She gently pushed my head away, the sensations too intense, so I merely watched the remainder of her orgasm, holding her hips tight to prevent her sliding from the bed. As the palpitations of her flower lessened and ultimately stopped, Jess' gasps turned from heavy panting to laboured breathing and then returned to normal. Her engorged lips were framed by little clumps of pubic hair, matted through a combination of her sticky come and my tongue bath. A damp spot had formed on the sheets between her legs.

I admired her sex, satisfied that I had done my best for her, and felt warmth flushing my body. It was overwhelming to know that my actions had caused such pleasure in both our lives in such a short space of time. I craved more of the feeling of our naked bodies sliding together and the connectedness of shared moments in orgasm. It was hard to believe the depth of my feelings for this woman I hardly knew yet felt I had known a lifetime.

Jess began to relax under my grip and slid away from me. Unable to hold her any longer, she slithered off the edge of the bed to the floor. I shimmied over to the edge and looked down at her sprawled body. Our eyes met, her expression signalling intense gratitude without the need for words. I extended my hand and helped haul her to her feet and she clambered back onto the bed. She unhooked my bra and helped roll my remaining hold-up down my thigh then we scampered up to the pillow end, rearranged the wrecked sheets and crawled naked beneath them, facing one other. The light bounced off her flushed cheeks, her freckles now almost imperceptible, and our lips found each other. We kissed tenderly, the smell of sex floating between us, invading my senses; a fleeting reminder of the passion that bound us. Our tongues duelled slowly as I brushed my hands over her soft body, feeling the heat still radiating from within her.

At the natural conclusion of the kiss we simply lay there holding each other, hearts still beating fast, alert yet relaxed. We had food to consider and then the rest of the night to explore our newfound love in ways that my mind could only begin to imagine.

From there it was anyone's guess.



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"I have an idea, honey," my wife began in a tone which suggested that she had a sexual idea which she wanted to try. That was how we had begun breath play, with me strangling her with the belt of her favorite robe while I made love to her. That was how we had begun experimenting on occasion with bondage, discovering how she enjoyed being teased while restrained so that she could pull against her bonds and truly feel like a helpless damsel in (sexual) distress. That was how we had begun occasional roleplay, usually with me in some type of authoritative position, such as a professor or a boss, and with her in a subordinate role, such as a student or a newly-hired employee. 

When I heard that tone of voice again, I thought nothing of it. "What's your idea, hon?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible, hoping that she would not catch on that I knew what her tone of voice truly meant. 

"Swimwear." 

That surprised me. "What? Should we go buy some swimwear for next month's vacation?" 

"No," she admonished me with a soft laugh, "although perhaps I should buy a new swimsuit for the Jamaica trip. But I was thinking..." 

"Yes?" 

She hesitated, much longer than she had with any of her ideas in the past. "Let's go swimming," she finally said. 

"That sounds like a good idea, but we just ate. We should wait a little while longer." 

"True," she admitted. "But let's go swimming tonight in each other's swimwear." 

Crossdressing? I definitely had not considered that idea. Then again, I would never had considered strangling my own wife, not matter how much we might occasionally fight, so I knew from experience that her ideas could indeed have some merit to them. 

Then I thought about that a little more. If she were to wear my swim trunks, then she would be topless in the pool... 

"Okay," I agreed as evenly as possible, as if agreeing that the sky would brighten in the morning. 

*****

I looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. It was clear that I did not have a female's body. 

The swimsuit was definitely stretched on me -- after all, I am fourteen inches taller than my wife. Missing were the sensual curves one typically sees giving shape to a swimsuit. Missing also was the cleavage inherently visible due to the low neckline. And most importantly, most distressing visually, was the clearly-male genitalia pressing against the lower front of the all-blue material. Wearing the swimsuit also simply felt weird -- after all, I did not need to cover my chest to appease society when I was in public, and often walked around topless when in the house or in the enclosed backyard. 

Yet, I could not keep my eyes off my reflection in the mirror, in part because I saw the basic blue swimsuit and kept "seeing" my wife in the mirror, not me. The straps bothered me, clearly because I was not accustomed to wearing any garments with straps. Perhaps if I had envisioned the straps as the suspenders I wore for the jazz band's performances, then they might not have felt so strange to me, but just the entire idea of wearing something intended to be worn only by a woman kept the thought of suspenders from germinating in my mind. 

I was still looking at my reflection, a but perplex at what I was seeing, when my wife stepped out of the master bathroom wearing only my swim trunks. The drawstring certainly must have been tightly tied, for while I am just slightly skinnier than average, I am still thicker than her. Seeing her wearing swimming trunks, however, was not quite as strange as seeing my reflection of me in a swimsuit. 

...and I had the added bonus of seeing my wife topless, which is always nice. 

She stopped and appraised me for a moment, raising an eyebrow as she considered the vision of me in her swimsuit. "I should've thought of the stretching," she muttered briefly, then shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well..." 

She approached me, her unconfined breasts quivering just enough with each step to attract my attention. She smiled, enjoying the attention of my eyes upon her, and even stopped to twirl for me. Even her spankable ass seemed flattered by the swim trunks, while the swimsuit just looked completely wrong on me. 

Nonetheless, we embraced warmly, my wife's touch and her kiss as mesmerizing as always. The swimsuit, however, made the feel of her breasts somehow more sensual. 

We hugged, and she sighed. "I could get used to wearing swim trunks," she offered quietly. "It feels nice to have my breasts uninhibited unless I'm pressed against you." 

I smiled at that, gently stroking the back of her head, running my fingers through her hair. What felt strange, however, was the growing between us, within the nether region of the swimsuit, and it was a growing, a lengthening, a thickening which would not be denied. 

"Hey, I'm the one wearing the swim trunks now. I'm the one who's supposed to be getting erect." 

I smiled at that. "You are getting erect," I countered, noting how her nipples reacted to the growing within the swimsuit -- within her swimsuit. 

"Shh..." my wife admonished me playfully. "You're not supposed to notice." 

"I've definitely noticed," I assured her, then turned her and pushed her away, causing her to fall to her back upon the bed. I had done that quite a few times with her before, so it did not surprise her, and doing so while she was wearing the swim trunks gave me a nice view of her breasts as she fell, as they settled again atop her ribcage. 

Then I was next to her, bending over her, taking an erect nipple into my mouth while gently pinching its twin between my fingers. I am very much a breast man, and that was quite likely part of her calculation in suggesting that we swap swimwear. With her small, sensitive breasts, my wife would not achieve orgasm just from breast and nipple stimulation, but she would indeed feel a good amount of pleasure, as noted by the soft sounds rising from her throat and my the way she was soon writhing for me, from what I was doing to her breasts. 

She fumbled with the drawstring for a moment, then once it was loosened slid a hand down the front of the swim trunks. Her moan was soft yet telling, and I knew that she was already wet. "So much easier..." she observed quietly, then moaned again from her hidden actions. 

Together, we worked happily and diligently to assure her pleasure. The sounds she made and the way she moved were proof that our combined efforts were having the appropriate effect, and all too soon, she was trying to be quiet but not particular successful as her love gushed forth, the flow extended by the slight pain of my teeth biting at the base of a nipple and tugging carefully. 

As my wife basked in her afterglow, I turned my attention to me, gently stroking myself through the swimsuit. It suddenly did not matter that I was wearing clothing intended for a woman, but the lack of a slit in the swimsuit did present an interesting challenge, for having witnessed her orgasm made me crave one of my own. 

"Let me," she pleaded softly, reaching for the crotch of her own swimsuit. I assisted her by moving to straddle her, kneeling over her chest and sitting back on my heels. Nudging aside the crotch of her swimsuit, she exposed my genitalia and began to gently caress my testicles and stroke my hardened arousal. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed her touch, enjoyed her enthusiasm for this exchange of swimwear, enjoyed her presence, unabashedly moving against the motions of her hands, not even trying to hold back so that when the moment of truth wracked me, I grunted with each hot jet of white, swaying as my love coated my wife's hair and face and neck. 

...and when my orgasm had passed, she replaced the crotch of her swimsuit to "properly" cover me. I opened my eyes at last, impressed at how she was marked, my heart melting from her smiling lips and her love-filled eyes. 

We never did make it to the backyard pool that evening, but I have no doubt that eventually, at some point, we will trade swimwear and use those garments as they were intended: for swimming. 



Trading Favours with Debbie



Debbie was in her mid to late fifties and had dyed white blonde hair. She had a sympathetic but not beautiful face and very large breasts and hips. She was quite tall and so carried her size well. She usually wore trousers or long skirts so it was difficult to know what her legs were like but when she did wear trousers her legs did not appear to be gross.

Her personal life seemed in disarray and she was known for being a bit lazy and troublesome at work. We were constantly restructuring and downsizing at the company and so there was a continual climate of fear. I was myself serving out my own redundancy notice although this was not widely known. Debbie's team was part of my responsibility although she was at the bottom of the chain and I did not really have much to do with her on a day to day basis.. I was just a remote senior manager (albeit a good twenty five years younger) to her although I always smiled and said hello whenever I met her in passing which was most days.

There was a big open office round the corner from where Debbie worked. I had some filing cabinets there which I had to visit from time to time and there was a smaller office nearby. Few people visited this part of the building and we were trying to sell off the office space.

I was working there one afternoon and Debbie passed by and I said hello. She came over to me and asked if she could have a word and we went into the smaller office. She gave me the litany of her troubled life, how her colleagues were not supportive and of her fears regarding her future employ. I gave her the standard management bullshit about nothing being announced; need to focus on the job, blah blah blah. She was wearing a white patterned satin shirt which could not help to show off her curves but very little cleavage and a long straight skirt which gave nothing much away. As I was talking to her I could not help taking in her figure while still trying to keep eye contact.

She said that she was concerned that her personal problems and the impact on her work might affect any review of jobs redundancy and that she was speaking to me as a respected and caring manager (laying it on thick and looking quite earnestly at me as she said this) to see if I could help. Dilemma! Conflicting thoughts ran through my mind.

"Be professional!" my conscience warned me.

"But my loins are stirring!" my lust replied. 

"Well make sure that you do not get trapped into some sort of harassment ploy." 

"But just look at those tits!" 

She stood up as she finished, giving me a better view of her figure. I think she knew she had my interest. I moved over and sat next to her and we talked around some of her personal issues which allowed me to be very sympathetic.

"You've had a hard time and you must also be quite lonely"

She sobbed and cried, exaggerating rather than outright play-acting and I put my arm around her and patted her knee -- definitely into unprofessional territory now.

I confided in her that her position was under threat but that there were opportunities elsewhere that with careful management I could perhaps do something for her. We would need to discuss things further but I did not want to compromise either of us by being seen to have long meetings together which might be noticed and which might be misinterpreted. 

"Perhaps we could meet privately after work," she suggested. "I only live ten minutes away".

I agreed to meet later after work and stood up. To leave me in no doubt she hugged me tightly pressing her huge breasts against my chest and her soft belly against my raging hard-on. 

"It will be such a weight off my mind," she said and looked up at me so of course I had to kiss her properly, deeply tongues probing. There was a noise in the outer office and we looked at each other in alarm and hid behind the door. After a couple of minutes I sauntered out and she left in the opposite direction.

I could not concentrate on any work for the rest of that afternoon. I was out the door prompt 5 o'clock and followed Debbie in her car to her house. The house was a bit of a mess. She made me a drink which I did not really want and we sat on the sofa. She started talking about the job situation again and I knew that she was not simply going to give it away.

However I had worked out a way to keep her on and explained my plan while at the same time trying to recreate the atmosphere we had had earlier that afternoon. I explained how a new team would be created for an admin function, how the selection process worked and how I could influence it. I talked up her chances of getting the new job emphasizing my own part in it and left her in no doubt as to how her fate was in my hands. As I was explaining this I lightly patted her leg and stroked her hand.

As she understood how my plan would work she relaxed and responded in kind and snuggled closer to me. When I finished my plan I looked at her and smiled, she smiled back and I kissed her. As we embraced, nibbling each other lips and tongues, I brought my hands up to caress her but made sure that I brushed her breasts with my forearms, then my wrists, the back of my hands and then the full treatment. Her breasts were huge, the biggest I've ever felt and big enough to get two hands round. She took off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt which was a good enough sign for me to start on her blouse. I kissed her neck and shoulder and worked my way down to her breasts burying my face in her cleavage. I looked up and smiled and was thrilled how turned on she was too. She might have been manipulating me (I know that I was manipulating her!) but she was also obviously determined to enjoy it as well. I stood up and she reached for my cock stroking it through my pants.

I took her by the hand and asked her to lead me to the bedroom and we made our way up stairs. The curtains were drawn and the bedroom a mess but the bed was clean and clear of clothes etc. I drew her to me enjoying the feel of her breasts still in their bra against my naked chest. I put my hands on her bum and caressed them, pinching the buttocks and kissed her again. Lifting my hands up I started to undo her bra and took off her blouse. They hung down onto her belly, the nipples large and pink but only half aroused. I fingered them until they were erect. Meanwhile she had unzipped me and had her hand in my pants squeezing my dick.

I broke off, quickly removing my shoes and all my clothes. She sat on the bed and took off her boots and skirt. Her belly was quite massive, with two folds of flab, the lower one spilling out from her large white panties. Before she could take her panties off, I reached over and put my hand down them feeling her hair and moistness. She gripped my buttocks probing with her fingers. I eased her panties down and took in her legs. They were quite plump but a definite turn-on especially her white thighs. We moved on to the bed on top of the covers and we lay side by side. I ran my hands over her belly and her thighs in large circling motions but making sure I paid frequent but fleeting visits to her mound. She gripped my cock; she squeezed my balls and started pumping motions. I moved my head to kiss her breasts and she had to let go while I concentrated on bringing her to fulfilment. 

Her pussy got moister and moister and I was soon able to slip in my big finger with my thumb massaging her clit and my forefinger tickling her anus. She was big and there was plenty of room and lubrication to get most of my hand in slowly moving up and down and around. She gasped and moaned and oozed while I sucked greedily on her massive floppy breasts, lightly biting around the nipples and then taking them in my lips. She spasmed and cried out and I kept my fingers and thumb steady on the key spots as she rode out her orgasm and slowly but much less firmly continued to move my hand as she came back down to earth.

She looked at me ecstatically and kissed me, cupping my balls and squeezing them without hurting. Hauling her self up she clambered on top of me, bending forward to kiss me, her breasts brushing against my chest slightly cool on my skin. My cock was oozing now and I moved it so that she could lower herself on it. She sat upright on it and rocked away while I squeezed each breast in turn with both my hands. I could have gone on like this for some time but she seemed to be coming again.

I moved my hand towards her pussy again and pushing through the folds of flesh found her button with my thumb and started to rub her again. My wrist was bent back a bit and after a while I was not comfortable but I was rewarded by seeing her writhe in pleasure as she started coming again. I sat up bending my back forward and gripping her backside with my left hand as I continued to rub her clit with my thumb. My face was level with her breasts now and I thrust it forward to her right one as I started to make my final journey. She pulled my head in closer so that I was buried in her soft pillowy breast her nipple filling my mouth. I started thrusting away as she climaxed again and I came soon afterwards in great spurts of jism.

She rolled off me and we both collapsed back on the bed, spunk spilling out of both of us. We cuddled and kissed gently, not speaking. We dozed off but I got up half an hour later and left. I visited her several more times keeping the visits purely sexual. She was dismayed when she found out that I was already leaving but I kept my bargain, using my influence and twisting the rules and procedures so that she got another job in the business. When I left, I broke off contact with her and heard later that she'd got sacked for poor time-keeping. She was a good screw though and I look back slyly and think I played both her and the system quite well.



Trading Homemade Videos



Rudy and Donny were as close as two brothers could be. Since I married Donny some thirty years ago, they've become inseparable. Even though there is ten years difference in their ages, they seem to have a great deal in common. One of those things in common is their similar feelings about sex, and women in general. They both like big boobed blondes, and both appear to have (what I would call) over developed fantasies. When my younger brother Rudy married Debbie 12 years ago, I thought now both of their dreams had come true.

Debbie is a petite blond built like a rock. I must admit, she's still in excellent shape, even after having two kids. She also knows how to flaunt it. She often wears tight fitting, low cut blouses and short skirts that accentuate her ample tits and ass. She can be quite the head-turner and Rudy loves to show her off. 

Though we are both blonde and built, our personalities are not at all similar. Debbie is a forward, in-your-face type of woman, where I'm the more reserved, proper type. Since Donny and Rudy get along so well, Debbie and I have developed a fairly good relationship over the years. With not much else in common, we are both married to a couple of sex fiends. The guys are always complaining how, "they're not getting any", or "how good sex used to be." We just laugh and give them a hard time.

A few months back, we went to their place for a visit. It was a hot summer day, so I dressed in a simple cotton blouse and light skirt. Once we arrived and made our hellos, the guys hightailed it off for places unknown and left me and Debbie to baby-sit their kids. Soon the kids disappeared to soccer practice and dance lessons, leaving the two of us alone.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a stiff one!," Said Debbie, heading to a kitchen cabinet.

"Huh?" I soon got her meaning.

It was only two in the afternoon, but I figured 'what the hell, its a weekend'.

"Sure, Deb, just fix me whatever you're having", I smiled.

She served up a pair of tall vodka sevens and we settled on a long couch in their living room. On such a hot day, the drinks were refreshing. We chatted away about the usual family stuff; about kids, mutual friends, relatives, etc.

"Man, that one went down in a hurry, ready for another, Barb?"

"Sure. Tastes good on such a hot day," I answered, as she stood and bent over to take my empty glass.

That's when my eyes caught sight of her exposed cleavage. I suppose I hadn't noticed before, but her tight blouse was undone at least two more buttons than mine. Her pushup bra shoved her tits so far forward, I thought they would surely fall out. She saw me staring and hastened to the kitchen. When she returned with our drinks the buttons were buttoned.

"Sorry about that, Barb," she shyly apologized.

"Sorry, for what?" I asked.

"The boob thing...you know?" She said.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed," I lied.

"It's your crazy, over sexed brother. He has me dress up around the house... you know...like a slut," she admitted.

"Oh that. Think nothing of it. Donny used to have me dress up, or should I say UNdress sometimes. When we were younger, you know?" I answered cordially. Then I realized what I had admitted to. I can't believe I told her that!

"I just want to let you know I wasn't coming on to you, or anything," she smiled.

The effects of the first drink had relaxed me and I let out a huge laugh, "That's hysterical, Deb. I'm afraid you don't have the right 'equipment' to hit on me!"

Debbie must have been embarrassed by my laughter and decided to make light of it herself. She seductively unbuttoned her buttons again, cupped her tits and shook them at me.

"You mean these aren't enough to turn you on?" She laughed. We both nervously laughed at her joke, but she didn't button up.

"So, my little brother has been naughty lately?" I asked, taking my mind off of her cleavage.

"Oh yeah, he's been naughty for quite some time. And something else..." she added.

"Something else?" I asked, with raised eyebrow. 

"Barb, no way is your brother LITTLE, if you catch my meaning," she said and spread her hands apart a good 12 inches.

I must have turned beet red at her remark. I crossed my legs and unconsciously licked my lips. My embarrassment was no longer at what she said, but at my reactions. I've got to change the subject.

"So how long is your son's soccer practice?" I blurted out.

She saw my nervousness and took advantage of the situation. She spread her hands out again the same length. "Like I said, its about this long when he's hard. I can barely take it all!" She gloated.

"Is that so?" I nodded and decided I would play her little game.

"Yeah, and thick like a salami. Just imagine taking a foot long salami up your cunt every night!"

I did imagine it. God help me, I was getting turned on, thinking of my brother's big cock. Shifting my weight, I uncrossed and crossed my legs again. It was no use. I felt the warmth between my legs and my juices start to flow. I raised the cold glass to my forehead for some relief and commented on how hot it was. She agreed and got up to check the thermostat in the hallway. With her out of the room, I took that opportunity to unbutton my blouse enough to hold the cold glass against my bare chest. The heat from my body soon made the glass sweat down my cleavage. 

Debbie must have seen this on her return. She knew she had to act fast, before I regained total control of my senses. Instead of taking her seat at the other end of the couch, she deliberately sat next to me. When she turned toward me, she was uncomfortably close.

"Rudy also likes for me to pose for him. Do you ever pose for Donny?" She asked, and softly brushed my hair from my shoulder.

"Do I what?" I asked, and tried to shake away her touch.

"Sometimes I strip for your brother and let him take pictures. Hasn't Donny ever taken pictures of this bodacious body, hmm?" She asked, and let her hand fall from my shoulder over my boob.

"Yes, well yes, when we were younger -back when I had a body that was in shape," I admitted, and tried to inch away from her.

I was petrified and faced straight ahead. Gulping down the rest of my second drink, I tried to ignore her. She wouldn't let up. She moved even closer to me and pressed her tits on either side of my upper arm. That second vodka had gone straight to my head, and parts of me went numb. She asked if she could tell me a secret and my entire body froze. 

She leaned her face to my ear and whispered. "Rudy likes to take movies of us fucking. Movies of his big cock fucking my little pussy. I think he uses them to jack off with. That's ok with me. Do you think Donny jacks off to your home movies?"

Her words floated through my brain, but none of it stuck. I was so entranced with the vision of his huge cock in her pussy, I hardly noticed when she started French-kissing my ear. I started to lose myself in the gentle eroticism of her advances. Helplessly, I let her fingers undo my blouse. Still tonguing my ear, I felt her small hand reach inside my bra. Her palm lightly glided over my hard nipple and came around the fullness of my tit to feel its weight.

Like in a dream, I answered, "No... No, I made him get rid of those tapes."

Staring off into oblivion, with visions of them fucking, I felt my legs uncross and slowly part.

Again she whispered, "Sometimes he has me dress up like other people. Actually one person, in particular. Can you guess who your brother fantasizes about fucking, hmm?"

I could only half hear her words, when I felt my skirt going up and her warm hand on my naked thigh. She quickly went to work and edged her tiny hand inside my panties and found my wet pussy. Instinctively, my legs opened wide, to accept her fingers. All I could hear was the wet sloshing of her tongue in my ear. All I felt was three, no four fingers pushing and probing my vagina. All my mind could focus on was my brother's huge cock going in and out of her pussy. The sounds, the feelings, the emotions swept over me. My eyes closed and suddenly the vision changed. Rudy's cock pistoned harder and deeper. My stiffened back relaxed and I fell back into the couch. My legs spread wider and wider. His thrusts went deeper. I recall thinking, 'God he's really fucking the hell out of her!'. Then, in my mind's eye, I looked down. IT WAS ME! My own brother's huge manhood was buried deep in my cunt! It was so wrong. It was so perverse. It was sick! It was...heaven... or hell. At that instant I didn't care and I began to climax. My legs spread open to their widest to take all of his imaginary cock inside me. My whole body had a spasm and shook as his entire cock filled me up. The sloshing wet sound in my ear suddenly stopped.

"That's them, that's THEM -they're HOME!" I heard Debbie in one ear and car doors slamming in the other.

My eyes flashed open to see her startled face merely inches from mine. My eyes then quickly shifted down passed my open blouse to my lap. My skirt was up to my waist, my panties pushed aside and her forearm was imbedded in my pussy. I watched, in total disbelief and amazement, as she withdrew her arm and then her hand from my cunt.

"Oh my God...OH MY GOD!" I yelled.

As she pulled it out, I had another involuntary orgasm. In a split second we jumped to our feet. She headed for the kitchen and I to the bathroom. 'I simply don't have time to consider what just happened', I thought. Whatever she had drugged me with was wearing off. Thank God! I ran a washcloth over my pussy and legs, fixed my blouse and tried to gather myself. After a few deep breaths, I headed back to the living room. 

The guys were already crashed in front of the TV and I could see Debbie washing her hands (and probably arm) in the kitchen sink. I made the normal salutations and sat back on the couch. Soon Debbie entered the room and I felt a twinge shoot between my legs. She resumed her previous seat on the other end of the couch, much to my relief, and started some lame conversation with Rudy and Donny. I sat in silence to watch her expressions. She acted as if nothing had happened and I breathed another sigh of relief. Every time I glanced over at my brother I felt that same twinge down below. I knew I wouldn't last long like this, and asked Donny if we could leave. I told them I thought I was coming down with something and didn't feel very well. Rudy and Debbie made their token apologies and soon we were on the road home.

In the car home I thought I could finally relax. When watching the cars and sights seemed to be a poor distraction, I closed my eyes. That's when it all flooded back into my brain. My God, I'd let another woman touch me. She must have drugged or hypnotized me! She's my sister, and she was fist-fucking me, for Christ's sakes! Then I tried to rationalize what I had done, or let her do to me. Maybe I just got a quick buzz on and my unconscious fantasies took over. That's it! No, that won't work. That would mean I have a latent fantasy about screwing my own brother. However I tried to work things out in my head, nothing could keep my mind off of that giant cock. Just imagining the size and shape of it made me wet again.

"I noticed you two girls had a few drinks. Did you have a good time together?"

"What do you mean by that?" I shook from my daydream and answered defensively.

"Gee, sorry I asked! You really must not feel good?" He was right about that. I felt terrible. Terribly confused, more than anything.

A week past, and I actually had a couple of days when I didn't think of my debauchery with Debbie or Rudy's dick. I hoped time would help me forget such sordid thoughts. Things even got back to normal with Donny and I. Well, as normal as I could ever expect. I decided now was as good a time for he and I to jump back into marital bliss. I figured a sure-fire way of dispelling any lingering ghosts of perversion would be to fuck the daylights out of Donny. It had been quite a while since I ravaged him, so I figured he was due. I knew I was. 

A nice shower, plenty of makeup, a revealing bra and panty set, a dose of perfume between my 36D's and I was ready for the 'kill'. It was late enough, Donny must think I've gone to bed by now. I softly slinked downstairs and heard the TV in the family room. All the lights were out as I came up from behind him. Becoming accustomed to the light from the TV, I noticed he was watching some scantily clad blond in a mask. Quietly, I stood and watched the blond half-dance, half-strip on the screen. I glanced down at the couch. Donny had his dick out and was working up a good size erection. Dam, I finally caught him jacking off to porn! I always guessed he did this when I wasn't around, so I never gave him too much grief about it. I remained quiet and waited to see what the big attraction was.

The more I watched the petite blond, I kept thinking 'this is really pretty bad x-rated moview -no fancy sets, nothing. She had a firm little body and some nice sized tits, for a woman I guessed to be in her 40's. She was no great dancer, but she clearly knew how to sell her body. It wasn't long before she was down to nothing but thigh high nylons, high heels, and the zorro-type mask. She stopped her dance and reclined on a bed. The camera jerked and then moved down to the level of the bed. It zoomed in on her shaved pussy and then her tits. Donny quickened his strokes.

Now focused on her masked face, she finally spoke, "Come here baby, so I can suck you off."

Wait, that voice? I know that voice! My God, that's Debbie. My husband's sitting here and jacking off to my sister! What am I saying? What am I doing watching this trash? I had to make a quick retreat. There's no way I'm watching THIS! As I ever so quietly backed out the room, I heard more dialog.

"That's it Sis. Ummmm, suck it good, Barb" said Rudy's voice.

"BARB? That's ME!" I stopped dead in my tracks.

I turned around to see Debbie's wide open mouth trying to suck in his huge rod. She couldn't do it. She could get the head in and a little more, but that was it. I was astounded at how enormous it was. My body turned away, but my eyes were glued to the screen. Part of me wondered how and why Donny ever got a hold of this. Another part of me was like the rubber necking motorist at a train wreck. For some sinful reason, I couldn't avert my eyes. Clearly, with her mask on, Rudy was fantasizing that I was giving him a blowjob. I suppose there was some perverse part of me that felt honored to be his fantasy. Watching the screen and then Donny masturbating was making me hot. 

Was Donny getting off watching Debbie perform or was he turned on by Rudy's fantasy? I felt a familiar, overwhelming sense of eroticism start to creep into my brain. I reached down into my panties, parted my wet pussy lips and fingered my clitoris. As I masturbated, I had the sudden realization that what I had with Debbie on the couch was not what I had suspected. It had nothing to do with lesbianism, drug inducement, or even hypnotism. It was simply the power of suggestion mixed with a healthy dose of alcohol. In a relaxed state, I could easily succumb to certain suggestions. In this particular case the suggestion was dam powerful; I could feel myself starting to cum. I had the strongest urge at that point to go to the couch and shove Donny's swollen cock into me, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to validate his use of such porn or my perverted lust. I silently crept back upstairs to bed. It took all my will power to keep from getting myself off that night. Filling my brain with empty distractions, I finally drifted off to sleep.

All humans have weaknesses. If we are lucky, we are aware of them. That was small consolation, but it did get me through the following week. The only remaining piece of this sorted puzzle was 'how and why did Donny have that video?' 

That Friday night, after a few drinks, I asked him a question, rather nonchalantly. "So, Donny, do you remember those old videos you made of us?"

"What videos?"

"You know, those nasty ones I told you to dump?"

"Oh yeah. Sure, I remember, " he replied.

"Well, you did pitch them right?" I begged.

"God Barb. I didn't think you were serious! I like to keep 'em around for old time's sake, you know?"

"Old time's sake, my ass! You still jack off to them, probably," I pondered, half-heartedly.

He shrugged his shoulders and blushed. After a long pause for courage, I asked, "So you don't share them with anybody, do you?"

"Share them... no...I am thinking about trading them," he admitted.

"Trading them? Why, who would you trade them with?" 

"Oh, I don't know...maybe Rudy and Debbie."

"Why would you ever want to trade with my brother and sister?" I asked.

"Well, because he asked if we wanted to. And, don't get pissed, but he already gave me one to watch," he whispered, shyly.

"Oh, is that so?" I overreacted.

"See, I knew you'd be pissed off? He and I knew that we both have made home movies of each other doing it with our wives. We talked about it a few weeks ago, when we were over at their place. He just shoved it in our car when we left. I didn't even know he did it, until I unpacked."

"So, did you watch it?"

"Uh yeah, some of it," his face reddened.

"And is it any good?" I asked.

Observing my mood change from being mad to being interested, he answered, "I don't know if you call home videos 'good'. I suppose there as good as ours are."

"So, you haven't given him one of ours then?" I asked.

"No. I think that's something you and I would have to agree on, don't you?"

"Your dam right! So, you think Debbie agreed with Rudy about trading them?"

"I don't know. I assume so," he guessed.

"Hell, its more than likely Debbie that wants us to see them fucking!" I surmised.

"Debbie? Why would she want that?" He asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe she thinks I would get a charge out of watching my brother, or something. Who knows?"

"Hmm, that sounds a bit perverted." Said Donny.

"Yeah, it is. Say, I have a great idea how to get back at them!"

"Really, how's that?" 

"Well, let's watch their video first, then I'll tell you."

"Sounds good to me!" He said, excited that I would actually watch such trash with him.

We planned to view it together the next night. Donny knows I don't like watching even X-rated movies. I generally don't get off by watching people I don't know going at it. I've never even had the desire to see any of the videos that Donny took of us. It just doesn't interest me. Of course, I'd never seen a sex video with people I knew, until last week. I really didn't have a definite plan for getting back at my brother and Debbie either. It was more interesting to me to see how honest Donny would be. I wondered if his reaction would be the same, if I was there watching such filth with him. I expected him to be so nervous and embarrassed that he would shut it off, and that would be the end of the whole matter.

I took my usual seat on the family room couch about 9 pm. Donny offered me a drink and asked if I was ready for what he called the 'big show'. I reluctantly nodded and he switched it on. The homemade video started with plenty of camera juggling, zooming in and out and finally focusing on Debbie in one of her tight little dresses having a drink. The cameraman (Rudy) audibly directed her off camera to do a strip. Some slow, bump and grind music started playing and Debbie put her drink down and began her dance. I looked over at Donny. He just smiled at me and then motioned to the TV.

"It gets better -much better!" He stated.

I took a long drink and continued to watch, as Debbie slowly wiggled out of her dress. Now she had on a pretty white camisole, thong panties, thigh hose and pumps. Flying at her from off camera was a black piece of fabric -the mask. As she put it on, I asked Donny.




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"What's with the mask?"

"Oh, you'll see. Just wait," he said anxiously.

"OK, OK who am I supposed to be tonite? Oh no, not her again. Oh, OK Honey, if you insist," said Debbie.

I knew what role she was playing, but didn't let on to Donny. I just flashed him a half-smile and took another drink. Donny squirmed in his seat, as Debbie did away with the camisole to reveal one of her famous pushup bras. He fidgeted even more when she unhooked it and let it fall to the floor.

"Are you alright, Honey?" I asked, noticing his growing hardon.

"Yeah. Fine. Just fine," he replied.

"I'm sorry, Donny. You would probably be jacking off by now, right?"

He nodded, with a red face. He saw me looking at his crotch, and covered himself with a throw pillow.

"My God, Donny. She's your sister. How could you?"

"Hey, sister or not, she's plenty hot!" He said, wide-eyed.

I figured 'the hell with this, let's see who's REALLY HOT' and ripped off my top and bra. His mouth fell open in amazement, as I pealed off my jeans and panties. Totally nude, I got to my knees on the couch, leaned over and threw away his pillow. I roughly pulled down his fly and whipped his cock out. Leaning over his erection I took hold of it and smeared his precum on my nipples.

"So, you think she's pretty hot? Does she have big tits like these, huh?"

"Uh no. No way. Yours are much bigger, baby," he stammered.

By now, on screen, Debbie was giving Rudy a hummer. I had other plans in mind for Donny. Leaning back on my heels, I reached down and played with my pussy. When my fingers were totally saturated, I made Donny taste them.

"Debbie's pretty hot is she? Does she have pussy that tastes this good?"

"Uh I can't imagine she could taste as good as you, ummm." He answered correctly.

With that, I stood on the couch, turned around and straddled his lap. Slowly, I lowered my pussy lips around his stiff cock. God, it felt so good to have him inside me. Leaning my head back, my eyes closed and he adjusted his pelvis so he could go deeper. I felt his hands slide up my back and grab my huge melons, as he started to fuck me.

I heard Donny yell my name, "Barb, that's it baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I started to ride him. It had been a while since we had a nice long screw, so I settled into a nice even pace. My body relaxed, my eyes opened, and I realized the mistake I 'd made. I was facing the TV screen. I had lost track of time and stopped watching the video, since Debbie's head job. Now she was on all fours and Rudy was doing her doggy style. That big cock of his fucking her little pussy, and here I was actually seeing it. The sight of his foot-long, fat cock filling her hole with every stroke was incredible! He could only put it in her so far, before her moans turned into screams. I found myself matching the rhythm of his strokes, as he stepped up the pace. Soon I was slamming into Donny's crotch as hard as I could, trying to fill my cunt with his eight inches.

"Come on baby! Come on! Fuck that big ole thing! Fuck your brother's cock!"

That wasn't my husband talking. That came from the TV! Donny still had a death grip on my tits and was thrusting his meat into me.

"Wait Donny, I can't do this," I suggested, half out of breath.

"You can't do WHAT? You can't fuck me, or is it you can't be your brother's fantasy fuck? You wanted to watch this with me. You wanted to fuck. I think you ought to just keep watching. Its all in fun anyway, just make believe, you know?"

Then he moved his right hand from my breast to my pussy and started rubbing my wet clit. He knows me too well. He knew I couldn't stop now. With his cock throbbing inside me and my clit on fire, I quickly concluded that maybe I was taking this whole thing too seriously. I should just go with the flow (so to speak) and have fun with it, like he says. My eyes drifted back to the screen. Rudy was now lying flat on the floor with Debbie straddling him. She was riding him, in much the same position we were in. Though her pussy could only hold about 3/4 of his erection, she did a remarkably good job at fucking him. I quickened my rhythm to match hers, and soon we were riding our lovers in unison. The sounds of their moans, grunts and squeals blended with mine and Donny's. It was as though the four of us were having the same lustful experience. It took me to a heightened sense of eroticism I'd never experienced. 

Watching Debbie start to tire and slow down made me hump Donny's cock even harder and faster. I could see that Rudy wasn't ready for her to stop. He wanted more. Hell, he wanted me!

"OK little brother, you wanna get down and fuck your slut sister? Let's see what ya got! Come on and fuck me with that big cock! Come on, I can take it; I can take it all!" I yelled at the screen.

I tightened my vaginal muscles and pounded my pelvis into Donny's over and over again. Finally, his hand moved away and he shot a load of hot cum into me. That didn't stop me. I continued to ride him relentlessly. I used my own hand to rub my clit, as Debbie climbed off of Rudy. She knew he was about to explode and quickly took his sizable tool into her mouth. I still imagined that big old cock inside me, as I watched it throb in her mouth.

"You can just suck my wet pussy, you lesbian bitch! You can suck my clit, while I fuck your husband!" I yelled at Debbie on the screen. I must have rubbed my clit so hard, I didn't notice Donny's limp dick make its exit.

"Oh fuck, ohh fuckkk," I heard from Rudy, as his cock erupted into Debbie's tiny mouth.

"Oh God, I'm coming!" I screamed, and watched his huge load spurt from the sides of her mouth.

She lifted her mouth from his slimy manhood and he shot another burst all over her drenched face. I came again. She slowly jacked his oversized cock and I fingered my pussy.

"Don't stop now, Debbie, he's got more!" I reprimanded.

Sure as hell, he pushed her hand aside and jacked himself to another climax. I came again, as I heard his words, hardly audible over the sound of his jism soaked cock. "That's it baby. Let me fill you up, Barb!"

I don't remember being so spent. I laughed nervously, as I slid off of Donny. Trying to regain my breath, I glanced over to his face for an expression. 

He smiled a big contented smile and spoke, "See now wasn't that fun? Its all make believe."

I shrugged and winked and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. After a wet towel and a tall drink of water I headed back to the family room. Turning the corner I noticed Donny's video camera perched on its tripod, kind of hiding in the darkness of the room.

"So Barb, what was your hot idea to get back at them?" He asked, seeing I was now aware of the camera.

"Well, there's no way we're going to do what they did?" I demanded.

"So, what do you have in mind? We've got to give 'em something," he said.

"Just let me think a second. I'm still trying to get over their little home movie," I noted, trying to buy some time.

I knew what ever we did had to be sexy and a little steamy. Maybe we could shoot it with weird angles, so not everything was so vivid. Donny said that would probably appease them. I put on some sexy lingerie and he started filming away, like we had done years ago. Even with my much older (and a bit sagging) body, its funny how fast I could get back into that mindset. I suppose, once an exhibitionist, always one! Back in the old days, I had to get drunk to do these things. It seemed more fun this time. We could be more creative.

I played to the camera for all I was worth, pretending I was some x-rated fashion model. I teased the camera by showing a fair amount of T&A. Something in my brain knew that this wasn't just a show for Donny, and I found myself exaggerating every part of my striptease. My competitive nature kicked in. I wanted my striptease to be better than Debbie's dance. I had Donny step out from behind the camera and finish disrobing me. I had him play and suck my big tits, while I massaged his growing erection. 

We both got pretty heated up again and after a quick blowjob (with only the back of my head to the camera), we got in the missionary position. We went ahead and had a pretty decent fuck, in spite of the fact that not much was showing for the camera to see. We finished up and I felt even if it was a bit tame for porno, it would pass for a nice trashy homemade video. I certainly showed a lot more skin than anyone had ever seen, except for my husband.

The next week was fairly uneventful. I knew Donny would be meeting with Rudy early in the week and I wondered what their reaction would be. It didn't take long to find out. It arrived in Thursday's mail -a box addressed to me. Noticing my brother's return address, I opened it, with anticipation. I unfolded the wrapping and there were two items: a black mask and a 12 inch long rubber dildo. What the hell is this all about? I wondered. I'd never owned or used one of those things in my life. I knew then, they must have seen our little homemade movie, and this was their response. With no note enclosed, I guess I was expected to use my imagination. The more I thought of their gifts, I reasoned that they simply must have got the wrong impression. As I headed for the trash can with my unexpected toys, the phone rang. It was Debbie.

"Hi Barb, honey. Just wanted to call and let you know we saw your video. God, baby was it ever hot! Hey, gotta run and pick up the kids, but I wondered if you got my little CARE package?"

"Uh, yeah. It came today, but..." I tried to continue.

"Oh good. The mask is for you two to make believe and the cock is for practice, just in case you were wondering. Hey, I really do have to leave. Sorry. See you guys next weekend!" She said excitedly, and hung up before I could get a word in.

As I put down the receiver, Donny walked in the kitchen door. Seeing the package in my hand and my confused expression, he asked, "So, what's up? Oh, I see you bought a new toy! That's nice, but it does make me a little jealous."

"Hey, this isn't MINE! I would never buy anything like this! It was a gift from Debbie."

"Hmmm, that's a strange kind of gift? And what's the Zorro mask all about?" He asked.

"She says its for us to play make believe. She further said this nasty thing was for practice. What the hell does that mean?" He shrugged and thought for a while.

"I couldn't have gave them the wrong video," he pondered.

"Wrong video? You mean there was more than one?" I asked, astonished.

"Well yeah. See, I filmed us watching their video. I didn't know what you meant by 'paying them back'. So I taped us then too. I never intended to have anybody see that!" He stated, innocently enough.

"Oh my God! Donny, you'd better check and see which one they watched, right now!" I yelled.

He hustled over to the camcorder. There was a film cartridge still in there. He switched on the TV and recorder. I thought I would shit my pants, when I saw my little strip tease on the screen.

"They got the wrong one! Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

Well, that explained her gifts. After seeing that video of me lusting for Rudy, she thinks I was serious. They must both think I want to fuck him, plus all the other nasty things I mentioned about Debbie. I've simply got to tell them they watched the wrong movie. We'll see them next weekend and they will surely understand.

The following Friday night rolled around and the four of us had made plans to meet for dinner and dancing. Knowing that Debbie would be dressed to the nines, I opted on being less conservative with my attire. I squeezed into my favorite satiny, short, black dress that buttoned from top to bottom. For Donny's sake I undid several top buttons to show some extra cleavage. Black, patent leather high heels, thigh-high hose, matching purse, and I was ready to go. 

The four of us arrived at the restaurant parking lot at virtually the same time. Like a couple of bunnies in heat, they ran over to our car to greet us. Their normal token hugs and kisses were no longer casual. Rudy and Donny shook hands, as Debbie confronted me. She took me into her embrace and rubbed her hard body against mine. I said my hello and broke from her grip. She leaned in for our obligatory peck on the cheek, but instead she kissed me full on the lips. The aroma of her exotic perfume and the slight taste of her flavored lipstick about took my breath away.

"You look delicious tonite, she continued, is that a new dress?"

She knew it was the same old fancy dress I always wore, but she wanted to keep the conversation light. As I had suspected, Debbie was dressed in full slut regalia. Her dark red dress looked like it was painted on. It was mini enough to show most all of her short tanned legs. It was backless down to her ass crack, while the front was cut in a deep V to her belly. Obviously, she was braless and when she turned sideways, I could see most of her bare boobs. After giving Donny the same warm greeting as she gave me, Rudy lowered his six foot five frame to give me a brotherly hug and a nervous kiss on my cheek. We went into the restaurant. 

Although we had reservations, they told us there would be a forty-minute wait and asked if we would like to pass the time in the bar. The dark bar was also full and we were lucky to get a booth. Rudy brought us a round of drinks. As we nursed them and casually conversed, I noticed Donny taking several extra looks at Debbie's plunging neckline. That got my competitive juices flowing. In an effort even the stakes, I absentmindedly spilt my drink down my chin, which leaked into my dress.

"God, what clumsy idiot. Look what I've done to my dress!" I exclaimed, and undid three more buttons to clean it up. "Guess I'll just have to air it out, 'til it dries," I observed, while shaking both sides of the collar.

With the top six buttons undone, the cleavage from my pushup bra was on full display. Now I was the one getting the long glances from both men, and occasionally Debbie. The time wore on, the drinks were refilled and our casual talk dwindled. After a few long pauses I decided here was my chance to discuss the videos.

"So guys, about those videos we made..." Rudy and Debbie smiled and nodded.

"The thing is, well, we sure enjoyed watching yours. Didn't we Donny?"

Donny smiled a huge smile and nodded at Debbie.

"We REALLY enjoyed yours!" Said Rudy.

I was suddenly embarrassed, but surprisingly a little proud, at his response. Nervously, I toyed with my dress collar as a distraction. Realizing that only made him focus on my cleavage more, I whisked my hand away. In doing so, my ring caught the collar's edge and yet another button popped open. I didn't realize until later in the ladies room that my bra was so exposed.

"What I mean to say, you guys, is...well...you watched the wrong video," I finally blurted out.

"No, it was the right one. It even kind of coincided with ours," said Debbie.

"Yeah, it was like you were watching ours, while you and Donny were getting it on," smiled Rudy.

"What she's trying to say is, we never intended on filming what you guys saw," Donny explained.

"Hmmm, you mean there's another movie? Should we watch it too? I can't imagine it being any better than the first one!" Said Debbie, letting her hand slide inside her V collar.

The three of them chuckled and I gave up trying to make sense out of the whole mix up. I quickly changed the line of conversation, and we finally got to our tables. Dinner talk was light and lively with plenty of off-color jokes, but no further mention of the videos. I appreciated that. By the time dinner was over, we were ready for some dancing. Rudy suggested Donny and I ride in his van to a nearby dance club. Actually, it was more of a hometown tavern with a juke box. 

We had more drinks and were feeling no pain, as the four of us glided on the make shift dance floor. The way Debbie and I were dressed garnered many a stare from the locals, so we made believe we were two pair of high rollers out on the town. The handsome young bartender kept shoveling dollars into the juke box. Apparently he too was enjoying our little show, and often slipped us ladies a wink and a nod.

As was often the case, when we went dancing with them, we changed partners. Although Donny is a good dancer, I also get a kick out of swing dancing with my taller brother. I love it when we jitterbug and he twirls me around. I think he likes dancing with someone taller too. Debbie is so short, he has to uncomfortably bend over. We were all having a splendid time and my earlier concerns about the video swapping seem to disappear. After dancing several fast tunes with Rudy, the jukebox played a slow ballad. His arm circled around me and brought me close to him. Casually looking down my dress, his eyes raised to mine.

"Showing plenty of tit tonight, aren't you Sis?"

"Is there something wrong with that? I mean, geez, look at your wife!" I laughed, and tossed my ash blond hair back.

"No, nothing wrong with showing your tits, specially when you have such nice big ones to show!" He whispered and pulled my body closer.

I glanced over at Donny and Debbie. They were dancing and talking, but her arms were locked around his neck and both his hands were on her hips. Watching her sway her pelvis into his crotch made me feel competitive again. Loosening my hold on Rudy's hand, I brought my arms around his neck. I leaned my torso backwards and moved my pelvis into his. With my high heels on, our bodies matched up very well. Too well, in fact, I could feel his dick against my pussy.

"Hope you don't think less of me, after seeing your video?" He pleaded.

"No, no Rudy. I realize now it was all make believe. You guys and your dam fantasies," I said softly.

Swaying against his tall frame was comforting. I let his hands fall from my waist to my hips and felt his pressure on my crotch increase. So many drinks were having their expected effect, as I relaxed in his long arms.

Again he whispered close to my ear, "So, you women don't ever have such fantasies right?"

Now his erection was growing up my crotch. I imagined that soon I would feel the entire length of his huge cock. The part of me that was tired of visualizing took over and I pressed my pussy hard against it. I began to feel safe in the darkness of the dance floor. This one time, this one song, I would play with him and let him actually feel his fantasy. I was even at the point where I would have let him kiss me, when the song ended. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I leaned back slowly to see his expression. Our eyes locked and he continued to hold me. Feeling his grip loosen I started to turn away. Then, as if by magic, another song started, another slow song. His strong hands grabbed my waist again and he pulled me back for more. The vision of his giant cock in Debbie's little pussy flashed into my brain, as I felt his full erection against me.

"You guys are all the same. For some reason, you think its possible for fantasies to somehow materialize," I said, trying to ignore the obvious.

His hot breath in my ear shot through me. His hands went to my hips and I could feel his fingers raising my dress. "Debbie says you like your ear kissed," he whispered.

"She's crazy. Where would she ever get that ide..." I stopped, as his tongue entered my ear.

Instantly, my body fell limp. His fingers raised my dress up to my waist. His hand came around from behind me and went down my black panties. When his fingers found my pussy, I pulled my head back.

"Rudy no, we can't do this," I resisted.

"Barb, you're every bit as wet as I thought you'd be," he noted and then kissed me.

My lips parted to take in his tongue, while his nimble fingers entered my lower lips. I was losing myself in his fantasy. At the same time, I wanted to confront my own fantasy and reached down for his pants. I unzipped his fly and reached inside. He hadn't worn any underwear, so I easily grabbed his huge organ and pulled it out. I could barely get my hand around it, but I was eager to stroke the complete length of him. With his tongue imbedded in my mouth, I felt him let out a moan. Suddenly, I began to feel self-conscious and wondered what the others could see of us in the darkness.




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Tearing away from his kiss, I repeated with a caveat, "Rudy we can't do this...here".

His eyes opened. His fingers stopped pleasing me and I felt his cock sag, as he looked around the bar. Everyone's eyes in the bar were glued on us. Debbie and Donny were sitting at our table, watching us go at it.

"I think your right Sis. I don't mind being an attraction, but we sure don't need to be the main attraction," he said under his breath. 

He smoothed down my dress and zipped up his pants. We walked back to our table and the crowd erupted in applause. I was never so embarrassed.

"You guys need a motel, or what?" Said Debbie, laughing at our red faces.

"Fuck you Debbie! I saw what you two were doing out there!" I said, trying to switch the blame.

"It wasn't near as entertaining as you guys!" Said Donny.

"Well, fuck you both then!" I yelled.

"I think its time we leave, before you girls start getting offers," said Rudy.

We got to the parking lot and headed for their van. Rudy seemed a bit dazed or drunk, so Debbie insisted on driving. Since I made such remarks in the tavern, Donny must have thought he was in the doghouse and got in the front with Debbie. Rudy and I piled in the rear and sat together on a bench seat in the back. As we drove away, I thought of what a fool I was, getting sucked into Rudy's fantasy. My upper thighs were totally wet, from my dripping pussy. I reached in my purse for something to clean up with and found nothing. Rudy asked what I needed and gave me his handkerchief. I reached under my dress and wiped up my juices.

"I'm sorry, Barb. I didn't mean to do that, " he said contritely.

"Oh, its not entirely your fault. Its just those dam videos," I answered, as I nonchalantly wiped my pussy.

"You act like they really hit a nerve," he suggested.

"I don't know. It just brought out feelings I wasn't equipped to handle," I sobbed.

Rudy reached his arm around my back to comfort me. I leaned back against his arm and let go a sigh. Bringing his face close to mine, his right hand fiddled with my unbuttoned collar.

"Oh, I don't know about that Sis. I think you're pretty well equipped," he remarked and undid a few more of my dress buttons. 

Like a shy naïve schoolgirl, I silently watched his fingers undo the remaining buttons. He opened my dress and pulled the elastic on my panties. Without thinking, I scooted down and let him pull them off me. Quietly, I spread my legs wide as he felt past my pussy lips and insert his middle finger. 

His finger slowly fucked me, while he softly spoke, "...and as far as handling it, he said and looked down at his crotch, I think you can handle it, don't you?"

That was my invitation. He didn't have to ask twice. I reached over and undid his belt, pants and zipper. His huge cock sprang out into my hand. I started jacking it immediately. Then I looked up to see Donny's face from the front seat. I stared at him expressionless, as I jacked Rudy's cock faster. Donny smiled and turned toward Debbie. He said something to her and she made a sudden right turn.

"No problem, she said, I know the perfect place to go," I heard her say.

Personally, I didn't care where she was taking us. I knew where I was going and that was between my brother's legs. I got down and knelt on the van carpet and felt the girth and length of his super cock. I grabbed the thick base of it and stared up at him.

"We may never do this again, brother dear, but tonite we're gonna make some fantasies come true," I demanded, and licked the enormous cock head. 

Feeling my juices starting to flow again, I took it into my mouth. My jaw opened wide to take more of him in. I had a comfortable amount of his erection in my mouth, so I could pump the lower end and suck on the rest. He moved forward and moaned when his big balls tumbled over the seat's edge. I gently scooped them up and fondled them, as I continued to suck him off. Focusing on my jaw to relax, I took more of his foot long dong inside, until I could feel it tickling my throat. This was as far as Donny's cock could go, when I deep throated him. In Rudy's case, I still had a good handful left to go. By his moans and shortened breath, I could tell I had already passed the point where his wife normally stops. If I was to take in more I would have to make sure his meat was totally lubricated. I withdrew most of it and quick-sucked it, until my mouth filled with such a copious amount of saliva I thought I would gag. I felt his extended vein start to throb, and decided it was time to issue an ultimatum. Pulling it out, I slapped his oversized saturated cock against my face. I pumped the head hard and fast to release some precum, which I licked off.

"Ummmmm, sweet and juicy. I like that," I said seductively, and licked some more residue. "Debbie, hope you don't mind if I suck off your husband's big cock," I yelled loud enough to be heard by all. "I'm gonna let him blow his rocks, if he promises to save some for my hot cunt later!"

After some chuckles from the front seat, she answered, "Sounds good to me Barb. Just make sure to clean up after!" She laughed back.

Her last crack about cleaning up reminded me I still had some of my dress on, beside my bra and hose. No use having to make an extra run to the dry cleaners. Pulling my dress from my shoulders and unhooking my bra, I recalled that was a pretty sane and rational thought. Considering the insane, never mind sinful acts I was about to commit, it hardly made any sense. However, when I looked back into Rudy's bulging eyes fixed on my naked tits, and knew it was worth it. I took hold of his drenched and still fully erect cock and painted my big boobs with it. I jacked it to make more precum ooze out. Feeling it throbbing again, I wet my nipples with his sweet juice.

"Hmmm. Maybe you'd rather fuck your sister's big hooters?" I asked, rhetorically. 

I raised one tit to my lips and licked it off. More throbbing and heavy breathing. I stood up and offered him the other nipple to lick. He licked it politely at first, then grabbed hold and tried to gobble up the entire boob. 

While he devoured my tits, I happened to look out the window. Debbie had driven us out of town and stopped on a pitch-black deserted road in the middle of nowhere. Donny had moved from the front seat to a captain's chair facing us, with Debbie sitting on his lap. 

It was evident that they were enjoying watching the show, and decided to get more comfortable. Donny pealed the dress off her shoulders and massaged her naked tits, as she began to unbutton his shirt. Any other time, I would have been outraged at seeing Donny fucking around with some slut, especially Debbie. However, the combination of her husband's expert tit sucking and having such a sexy audience was about to make me come. No matter what the three of them may be thinking, this was MY fantasy, and I was the one making the rules!

"Hey baby, slow down! There's plenty of time for that later! Wouldn't you rather have your sweet sister take that huge cock of yours down her throat? Don't you want to fill me with your hot cum, hmm?"

He nodded eagerly, and I resumed my position at his feet. Taking a two handed grip of his full shaft again, I noticed much of my lube job had dried up. If I was ever to expect to inhale more of this beast, it would have to be totally saturated. I spent most all of my saliva on the first go around, and feared I wouldn't have enough to do the trick. Pumping it and licking didn't seem to have the desired effect. I could just fuck him now and give him a good cock sucking later. Heaven knows my dripping pussy was ready for him, but that's not really how I wanted things to proceed. I'm sure he wondered at this point when I would get on with it, when I felt Debbie's hand on my shoulder.

"Kind of dried out, didn't he? Maybe I can help?" She said sweetly.

She knew from experience exactly what needed to be done in order to suck off something of that magnitude. Whatever harsh feelings I had toward her seemed to fade away, as we both took hold of his cock. She smiled, nodded once and began licking up and down her side of his flagpole. I returned her smile and did the same on my side. She was preconditioned to have plenty of saliva for the occasion. Frequently she unloaded a whole mouthful on the head of his cock and we watched together as it tumbled over his veins and our hands. She never once took his cock in her mouth, saving that task for me. After each time I took it out, she would kiss me open-mouthed and deposit another fresh load of her saliva. It seemed quite practical at first, since my mouth was so dry. By the third kiss, it became surprisingly erotic and lasted much longer than the first two. I sucked his tool back inside for a fourth time, partly for Rudy's benefit, but mostly to inevitably reap the reward of her tender lips on mine. Filling my mouth with his slippery meat, I started moaning in anticipation of her kiss. His thick vein started throbbing again. 

I pulled it out and went straight for her open mouth. Once again I received another welcome load of her spit, but this time I savored it and swallowed. I pressed my lips tight against hers and shot my tongue inside her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise. Turning her face to one side, her eyes closed and she gave me her wet tongue. She seemed so in tune with me right then, as our kiss grew more and more passionate. It wasn't so much a lesbian thing, more like a tender agreement between two wives. She was willing to share her husband with me, and I was giving her permission to have Donny if she wanted him. I felt her small warm hand on my tit and returned the favor by stroking one of hers. We were both giving ourselves permission to experience each other's pleasures too. With our hands still wrapped around Rudy's cock and each other's breast, our kisses turned into a slobbering mess. Rudy was definitely getting off watching us go at each other like a pair of seasoned lesbos. We both felt his vein pulsating at a much faster rate.

"I don't think he'll last much longer," said Debbie, breaking our kiss and moving her hand from his cock.

"I know," I acknowledged and smiled.

With our mixed saliva running down her chin, she added, "He's all yours, Honey!"

"Thanks Sweetheart, don't go too far away. I may need more help." I remarked softly and squeezed her supple boob as she crawled back to Donny's chair.

Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I was happy to see that my brother could contain himself. "You've done such a good job up 'til now, brother dear! I think its time you had some real deep throat action. Try not to drown me with all that hot cum of yours, OK?" I smirked and winked.

He smiled and nodded his head, as I filled my mouth one more time with his slimy cock. This time around it was much easier. Once I felt it hit the back of my throat I raised my body a little, and inched more of it past the gagging stage. Relaxing my jaw even more, I sucked in another inch. There was still maybe two inches to go, when I started flexing my throat muscles. Up until this point he hadn't moved, for fear of choking me. I wanted to let him know that now it was OK to fuck me. Flexing my love muscles more and more, I reached down and played with his huge balls. He let out a deep moan and inched his pelvis forward. I echoed his moan with some of my own and slowly raised and lowered my throat around his manhood. That seemed to be the sign he was waiting for, as he began to thrust. After a series of short thrusts that inched him in further, I flexed again.

"Oh God, that's it! You fucking bitch slut! Take it all, you fucking whore!" He screamed and grabbed my head.

I felt a faint wisp of his pubic hair on my nose and knew then I could take him all the way. His vulgarities were like an aphrodisiac. I eagerly took in his final inch and felt myself starting to climax. Pulling me by the hair, he pistoned his cock into my well-oiled throat. This only got me hotter and I let go of his balls to feel my wet pussy. When he forced my head to his groin again and again, I let my teeth scrape along and bite down on the length of his cock.

"Oh, you cockSUCKING slut! You brother-fucking whore! I'm gonna fill you up, bitch!"

I had a nice rhythmic thing going on. My throat expanded to comfortably accommodate his huge cock, so I opted to work on my own orgasm. With legs spread wide, I ran my hand up and down my clit. Suddenly I felt hands on the inside of both thighs. As they wrapped around my legs, I knew that Debbie had slid under me. She tenderly ran her hands up my thighs and over my ass, and I sensed she observed my masturbation technique. I stopped rubbing, parted my pussy lips with two fingers and exposed my burning clit. Recalling the vulgar things I said on the video, I wondered if she thought I really expected her to eat me. She took hold of my hips, pulled her petite torso up, and I needn't wonder any more. Her soft tongue, like an arrow, went straight to my clitoris. She lightly tongue teased it for a while, then took it in her mouth. 

It didn't take much of her sucking and tonguing before I started to cum. I hardly had time to feel my juices pouring, when Rudy's cock started throbbing once more. With Debbie lapping away at my pussy, I knew there was no holding back now. With my hand on his balls, I felt the warmth of his sperm make its way through the base of his mighty prick. He pushed down on my head, let out a healthy scream, and out gushed a considerable amount of liquid heat. With his cock so far down my throat, I couldn't taste it. I could tell he was about to let go with more and eased back. Unfortunately, I was too slow when the second blast hit. He fed me enough protein at that point to last for weeks. Finally, I felt my throat muscles go back to normal. His bulbous cock head still had some remnants of cum that I quickly swallowed. Debbie tongue-fucked my hole, as I sucked and jacked him faster and faster. His erection started to wane, and I whipped it out of my mouth.

"Come on you fucker! You're not stopping now! I want a mouthful of cum, God Damit!" I scolded him and sucked the head back in.

He took my hand off of it and started jacking it himself, which was just as well, since his wife was making me come again. I grabbed my tits roughly as she made me climax. My eyes shut tight and my mouth opened to scream. Debbie moaned into my cunt, Rudy yelled some vulgarity, and my eyes flashed open just in time to see a long stream of white cum coming at my face. Gobs of it dripped from my chin, while he stuck his pulsating hose back in my mouth to continue his ejaculation. His glorious cock spewed forth another nice size load, which I was finally able to savor. He withdrew his spent dick and wiped it off in my cleavage, while I let his slimy mouthful of cum roll around in my cheeks.

Debbie moved herself from my under me and knelt across from me.

"Did you swallow yet?" She asked politely.

I batted my eyes and shook my head.

"Don't suppose you know what one of MY fantasies is?" She cooed.

I started to shake my head again, when she raised her hands to hold my face. Tilting her head and aligning it beneath mine, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. As if by some twisted instinct I knew to lean my face over hers and slowly expelled his starchy spunk into her waiting mouth. Once I emptied the entire amount I brought put my open mouth on hers for one giant cum kiss. For the first time our naked bodies fully embraced. The affectionate kiss deepened. Our moans grew louder. Whatever cum we didn't swallow spilled from our slobbering mouths, down our chins and on to our bountiful breasts. It was like we had discovered a new sexual appetite, and it wasn't just our mutual taste for male sperm. The hardened creature I had supposed her to be melted into a soft, sensual seductress in my arms. I knew my conservative, proper nature could no longer be a pretense in her presence. Even my sense of competition took on a new meaning. Licking his cum from her tits, I asked if she had fucked Donny yet. She smiled and shook her head no. That's when it finally dawned on me that there was another stud also in the van. I peaked over her shoulder to see Donny busy jacking away at one of his better boners.

"Come here Sweetheart," I motioned to him, and broke our embrace.

Debbie got to her feet and went over to straddle her tired, but contented husband. Donny hobbled over to me with his pants and shorts around his ankles.

"Have we've been ignoring you Honey? You're such a sweet husband to let me do this, you know? If it hadn't been for those fucking videos, I would have never known I had such fantasies!" I admitted, smiling up at him and stroking his rock-hard erection.

"I know what you mean. Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined you doing all of that. It was beautiful, simply beautiful!" He acknowledged.

"So you're not upset with me?"

"Upset -hell no! Astounded, amazed, completely turned on maybe, but not upset! I had such a sense of pride, watching you devour his big cock. And, as erotic as it was to see you and Debbie together, it was kind of heart warming too. I think the two of you have a new appreciation of each other."

"Oh Donny, she's SO not like what I suspected her to be. I think on same strange level I'm actually falling in love with her!" I exclaimed.

"So now I suppose you'll be wanting to fuck her too?" He chuckled.

"God knows I would, if I could."

"Hey, between the two of you, you'll figure some way to make it happen. Where there's a will -there's a way," he smiled.

"Hmmm, I do have that obnoxious rubber prick in the car," I suggested jokingly.

"Don't laugh Barb, it might come in handy," he suggested seriously.

"Don't be silly, I continued, we've got enough healthy and productive cocks around here without that silly thing!"

Pulling on Donny's hardon, I glanced over at our hosts. They were engaged in a fond marital embrace, when Rudy caught my gaze. He nudged Debbie on his lap and she turned so they both faced us.

"Hi guys! How ya doing?" She said, with enthusiasm.

I had Donny step out of his pants and help me to my feet. With our arms locked behind each other's waist we walked over next to them. The men were in different stages of undress, while Debbie and I were naked, except for our hose. Still straddling Rudy's lap, Debbie reached down and massaged Donny's hard dick.

"Rudy and I were just thinking it would be more comfortable at our place., unless you guys have a thing about doing it in the middle of a corn field?"

"Sounds great to me! That way we could stretch out a bit more," I added.

"Yeah, the kids are gone for the whole weekend. What do ya say?" Asked Rudy.

"So, are we there yet!" Donny yelled.

Licking some of my husband's precum off her fingers, Debbie asked Rudy if he was OK to drive. He nodded and got dressed. "Rudy, I think us girls will stay back here and entertain Donny, if that's OK?" Said Debbie.

"Sure, its OK, but..." He stuttered.

"But what?" I asked.

"Shucks, I wanna watch!" He claimed.

Debbie quickly ushered him to the driver's seat and explained there would be plenty for him to watch when we got home. Reluctantly, he agreed and started the ignition. On the back bench seat, Donny sat between us two naked blondes. Debbie continued to stroke his cock, and I delighted in watching her seduce him. As they kissed and fondled each other, I got up on my knees, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. While she held the base of his erection and I sucked his eight inches from top to bottom, I listened to their conversation.

"So Donny, about your videos that got switched? How much of a mistake was it, that we ended up watching that one?" She asked.

I thought that was an excellent question. When I heard no response, I stopped blowing him and looked to his face for a reaction. He looked at each of us and smiled a big shit-eating grin.




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"If Rudy and I had watched the other tape, none of tonite would have happened, would it?" She perceived.

"I doubt it," he finally answered.

I looked at Debbie and she at me, both of us thrilled that he was able to pull off his little scheme.

"Well I think that deserves a big 'Thank You', don't you Barb?"

I nodded and watched as she turned her body and brought her leg over to straddle him. Facing him, she raised her torso up so he could suck her tits.

"Barb, Honey, would you do the honors?" She softly requested.

Like ESP, I knew exactly what she wanted. I reached under her and between his legs. Taking hold of his hardon, I moved the head back and forth in her wet slit, then held his full shaft still. God, here's something else I never thought I'd ever do, as my sister lowered her pussy lips around his cock. She took his entire manhood inside in one long plunge and immediately started fucking him. Raising her body up and thrusting it back down hard, she increased the tempo, until she was going nonstop. Donny held and fondled her swinging tits, as he does so many times with me.

"God Barb, I can't tell you how good it feels to be able to take all of his cock!" She said, between thrusts. "If you don't mind, I think I'll just ride him all the way home?"

"Sure Deb, if he can last that long!" I said.

I could see that Donny, figuring that he was into a nice long fucking, he might as well relax. Closing his eyes, he let go of her boobs and took a couple deep breaths. Her pace never slowed, as she slammed her cunt into his cock over and over. I think she missed Donny holding her flying fun bags still, so she cupped them herself. With her eyes closed and head tilted back, riding my husband's cock, she was a vision of lust.

My juices flowed again and my nipples got hard watching her fingers play with her own nipples. I had the strangest compulsion to kiss her tits, so I leaned over and started to lick her nipples. Soon as she felt my tongue she took hold of my head and pulled me from one boob to the other. I licked and sucked as much of her full tits as I could get into my mouth. As I continued to bathe her breast with my saliva, I let my hand slide down her torso and over her shaven pussy. My fingers gently found her clit and started massaging it. Her moans turned into grunts and screams, as she started her orgasm. Donny sensed her renewed urgency and slipped his hand between my thighs. While he fingered me to a climax, Debbie had hers. We both let out a pair of passionate screams and Donny shot his load into her. I felt his warm creamy cum seep out of her hot pussy. Coating my fingers with it, I brought them to my lips for a taste. Debbie leaned over to me to kiss me and share their juices. Donny withdrew his drenched fingers from my pussy and gave us both a taste. Just then the van pulled into their driveway.

We arrived back at their place none too soon, as we all had to pee like crazy. Rudy got us all some robes to throw on, while Debbie laid out some much needed munchies. Feeling revived, we lounged in the living room.

"Debbie, do you realize this all started right here on this couch about a month ago?" I recalled.

"Yeah, funny you should mention that! I was thinking how hot you looked that day, and how the guys almost caught us," she said.

"Caught you doing what?" Asked Donny.

"Let's just say we had a fairly heated conversation about cocks!" Laughed Debbie.

"I'll say it was heated! Debbie here can be quite suggestive and convincing!" I mentioned.

"Hmmm, that sounds like an interesting conversation. Sorry we missed it. We should have video taped THAT!" Exclaimed Rudy.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you guys would have loved watching that one!" I smirked.

"I suppose we could reenact it for the guys. What do ya say, Barb?" Debbie asked, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Sure, I guess so, except this time I'd prefer using the real thing?" I suggested to her and winked.

"Rudy, why don't you go get the camera? Barb, come with me a second. This will be fun!" Debbie directed.

She took me by the hand to their bedroom and brought out her sexiest lingerie. We each picked out some outfits we thought would be camera-friendly and then did our makeup. It was dam near impossible to cram my size 10 body into her petite clothes, but I calculated that I wouldn't be in them very long anyway. We stepped back and admired the two foxy sluts in her floor-length mirror.

"Barb, I've never seen you look so slutty. Who'd of thought my reserved sister could look like such a whore?" She commented, seeing me in one of her bustiers.

"Good, I feel like being a whore tonite. You look quite delicious yourself, good enough to eat," I added.

"Think I'll take you up on that offer, Babe!" She said, licking her painted lips.

With that final juicy repartee, we headed back to the living room. The men were discussing camera angles and lights, when we made out entrance. Their discussion turned into oohs and aaahs as we strutted our stuff for them. They hit the bright lights, flicked the camera on and watched us strike a variety of steamy poses. Debbie had me sit on the couch and spread my legs wide open for the camera. Standing next to me, she moved her hand inside my thong panties and fingered my pussy, as I pulled her panties down. We moaned loudly for our audience while we fingered each other's pussies. As if on cue, she stopped, turned and stood on the couch. With her ass to the camera, she stepped over and straddled me. With her pussy instantly in front of my face, I had no time to consider the fact that I had never done this before. Running my hands up her short legs, I grabbed both ass cheeks and pulled her pussy into my mouth. The smell and taste of her was incredible. I wanted nothing more than to please her with my lips, my tongue, and my teeth. When she swayed her little ass and ground her pelvis into my face I sucked her clit into my mouth. I was well on my way to giving her an orgasm, when I felt masculine hands on my thighs.

I knew by his touch, they weren't Donny's hands that were pulling my panties off. I shoved several fingers up her cunt and felt my pelvis roughly pulled to the edge of the couch. Debbie was in the midst of a slow climax, when her husband's fingers parted my lower lips. He tongue-fucked me just enough to get my pussy sopping wet, and then pulled away. The next sensation was the huge head of his cock on my pussy lips. Spreading my legs wider, he slowly sunk about five thick inches into my vagina. In that position, I knew that's about all I could handle. Debbie let out a long scream of delight and I felt more liquid around my fingers and mouth.

Rudy must of decided Debbie and I had enough fun. Now it was his turn. I, of course, had no objections to that. I let go of her and she got off the couch. Immediately, Rudy put my legs up on his shoulders and swiveled us around, so we were now length-wise on the couch. I felt my wet pussy expand to take in another four inches or so. His cock was so thick, I thought I had all of it then. I found out soon enough that I was mistaken. Just the feeling of his huge tool pulsing to his heartbeat made me come. We he saw me having an orgasm, he withdrew a bit of it then thrust it hard into me.

"Oh God NO! Oh Jesus! Fuck! I can't take any more!" I yelled and dug my nails into his shoulders.

He paused and leaned back. My calves slid down his muscular arms to rest on his forearms. His erection, still three-quarters imbedded started moving inside me. He stepped up the pace and I felt another orgasm sweep over me. My swollen pussy was completely at his mercy, and he was taking advantage. Spreading me even wider, he reached down and tore down my ill-fitted bustier. Forcing my knees to smash my big boobs, he started deep-thrusting me. Again I climaxed, but this time it didn't seem to stop. My body started to feed off the pain and pleasure. As his over size cock brutally penetrated my cunt deeper with each stroke, I knew no man had ever fucked me like this. I hated him and adored him simultaneously.

"God dam fucker! You big cock bastard. Think you can fuck your sister like this, you prick bastard!"

"I ain't thinking 'bout it you fucking slut. Just take it, you sleazy bitch!" He commanded.

"OK fucker. OK you fucking bastard! So, God damit -FUCK ME! Come on and fill my whore cunt with your fucking seed!"

Our war of vulgarities turned into grunts and screams. My worn out pussy stretched one last time, as I felt his pelvis slap against mine. Although I felt like he had split me two, the realization that I had taken all of his mammoth cock brought me to yet another orgasm.

"Oh God Sis! You took it all! Jesus Christ it feels good!"

"I know baby. Now you have to make love to me an fill me with your sweet cum," I whispered, lovingly.

Locked in our unnatural embrace, we moved together as one and kissed with the passion of two longtime lovers. His cock retreated to the tip, only to deliberately plow back hard into my unholy cunt. Over and over again, faster and faster he fucked me. At that moment there was no Donny, no Debbie, no right or wrong. I wanted him and he, me. He let go of my legs and I wrapped them tightly around his waist. I pulled him to me and ground my pussy hard into him with every long down stroke. Faster and faster, I felt him start to come and tightened my vagina. His back stiffened, our groins slammed together and torrents of his fiery cum shot into me. As that first load quickly filled me and leaked out, another one came. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply. Sucking in his tongue as far as it would go, he pumped a few more times and ejaculated more warm juices into me. I took a deep breath and let out a world-class sigh of contentment. With his full erection buried inside me, he leaned over and sucked on each of my tits.

"So now I suppose you'll be wanting to fuck them too?" I smiled.

"FOR SURE, but maybe later, OK? I think you pretty much drained me!" He said longingly.

"OK, OK you guys, break it up. I think you two have used up all your nasty fantasies, plus some of ours," said Debbie, feeling a bit left out.

"You act like you still have some, Debbie?" I asked, and shoved my tits back into the too tight bustier.

"Yes, well I do have one. After this one, though, I think we should call it a night," she concluded.

We were all in agreement and decided that we probably owed her one anyway.

"My fantasy is fairly simple. I've always wanted to be fucked by two guys at once," she admitted.

"But Debbie, I thinks Rudy's out of commission," I stated, looking over at my brother's big limp tool.

"So, I guess that just leaves the two of you to do me."

"And just how would we accomplish that?" I wondered.

She skipped off to the bedroom and quickly reappeared with a long rubber dildo and a strap. She slinked toward me with the apparatus, and pulled the strap around my hips.

"Gosh Deb, I don't know. This seems really weird. I don't think I can do this," I said shyly.

"Yeah right! You can suck and fuck your own brother, and let your husband fuck me, but you think THIS is strange!" 

Before I had time to consider her reasoning, she had me strapped into the make believe cock. It felt so strange, looking down at my new appendage -like I was a transvestite or something. Knowing that Rudy was filming all of this made me feel even more uneasy. She, however, was noticeably turned on. So, for her sake, I opted to play out her little fantasy. She shed what few clothes she had on and undid my bustier. Wow, I could finally breathe again -what a relief! She beckoned me to lie down on the floor, and started lubricating the dildo with her mouth. Once she had it ready, I held it straight so she could mount it and me. She impaled her pussy with it and started riding me, as she had done to Donny in the van. Each time she slammed into my pelvis the cock end stimulated my pussy and I started to get horny again. 

She had Donny stand and straddle my head, as she sucked his cock. I took hold and fondled her flailing tits, while she brought Donny's cock to full erection. After a while, she stopped blowing him and whispered something. He went around behind her and straddled my legs. She stopped riding me, leaned over until our big tits touched, and kissed me.

With her face to the side of mine, she whispered in my ear, "I told him to fuck me in the ass. Do you think he will?" 

"Hmmm, I don't know. I don't think he's ever done that before," I whispered back, and held her in my arms.

"I suppose if he does, we'll know pretty soooooon! Oh God, he's doing it! He's got his cock in my ass, Barb. Oh Christ, be still, 'til I get used to it!" She yelled in my ear.

I could sense by the pressure on my pussy that he was already in full fucking mode. She screamed in pain, as he hard fucked her asshole. Seeing her eyes roll back, and feeling her tits crushing against mine was giving me an unexpected orgasm. She arched her back when my hips thrust the fake cock into her deeper. Donny and I grunted in unison, as together, we fucked the hell out of her. Donny pulled her torso backwards by her arms to get better leverage. This made her stick out her boobs, which I grabbed tightly. She thrashed back and forth in full orgasm and I climaxed at the same time. Soon after, Donny exploded into her ass. I felt his sticky cum roll down my thighs and watched her slowly catch her breath.

The two of them climbed off of me and went to the bathroom to clean up. I got to my feet, unhooked the rubber dong and looked over at Rudy. He was standing behind the camera jacking away at his rejuvenated cock.

"God, you guys are HOT!" He exclaimed.

Just watching him whack away at that big 'ole thing made me wet. I took my naked body over to him and sat on a nearby barstool.

"You know, sitting here like this baby brother, my tits are about the right height for a nice tit fucking?" I cooed, cupped my jugs and licked the nipples.

"Sure seems like a sin to waste a good pair like that!" He answered and walked to me.

I leaned forward and lined up his huge sausage between my melons. Pushing them together around his cock, I dropped a load of saliva between my boobs. As the saliva worked its way down my cleavage, he started humping my chest. The sight of his huge cock fucking my big tits was delightful to watch. Apparently he too was enamored with the sight and soon shot a load of fresh cum all over my tits. I was licking and sucking the residue from his cock, when Debbie and Donny returned. Donny just smiled and shook his head. Debbie, on the other hand, without a word, came over to us and licked her husband's cum from my tits. She and I sensually traded his sperm with one more kiss.

"I think its time we call it a night, guys. What 'ya think?" She asked.

The rest of us smiled and nodded. They asked if we wanted to join them in their king-size bed, but Donny and I decided we would take a rain check instead. I figured that, at least in the guest room, we might stand a better chance of getting some much needed sleep. 

Grabbing up our bedding, I felt obliged to make one final observation. "I don't know about you guys, but I can't think of two nicer people we would rather share videos with!"



Trading Ice



Even though it didn't come as a complete shock, Max Tournet still found it hard to take when the GM of his team announced that he was being traded. It wasn't that he was a terrible player or no longer contributing. It had more to do with the dollars and cents and they just couldn't afford to keep Max any longer. At least the team he was headed for was in another division so he wouldn't be facing his old teammates right away.

Before leaving town, Sean and the other guys threw him a huge going away party at Sean's house. Quite a feat considering how fast trades came up and were followed through on. Sean's new wife, Amelia, a good friend to Max in her own right, was in tears by the end of the night.

"I just can't believe you're leaving," she sobbed, throwing her arms around Max.

He laughed to cover his own misty eyes. He knew that Amelia meant it even if she was being a touch overdramatic at the moment; that was because it was her first time drinking since giving birth to her son, Sean Jr.

"I know, Lia." Max patted her back. "But it's a good thing."

She jerked back and glared at him, tears streaking her cheeks. "How can you say that?"

"Well, the team here can get the guys they need and I get the chance to see a new city." He'd said the words to himself so many times before that he was almost starting to believe them.

Amelia tried to maintain her glare, but her lower lip began to tremble. She let out a sob and buried her face against Max's chest. With a sigh, he continued to pat her back until he met Sean's curious gaze over her head.

"Get over here, Kid." Max waved a hand at his former captain.

Sean strode across the room and smiled as he took in the sight of his wife hanging from Max's arms. "Your last night here and you're still hitting on my wife?"

A renewed sob burst forth from Amelia and both the men laughed.

"You've got to do something, man." Max tried to extract himself from Amelia's grip. "I love her but I just can't deal with this."

Sean held his arms out and closed them around Amelia as Max turned her to her husband. She cried into Sean's shoulder as Max met Sean's gaze. Sean nodded and blinked a few times before turning away with his wife in tow.

With a sigh, Max walked out onto the back deck for a few minutes of fresh air. Inside the house, the music pulsed and loud laughter filtered outside. He was having a good time with his teammates and friends but it made it that much more difficult to think of leaving them. His flight for Calgary left the next day and the day after that, he'd be skating in practice with the Flames.

At least I'll be playing for a Canadian team, he thought, knowing it was small consolation for leaving his closest friends and companions from the past four years. They'd been through a lot and succeeded where no one had expected them to less than a year ago in the finals.

"Max!" someone called out from the house. "Get in here!"

Pasting a smile on his face, he turned and walked inside to party one last time with his friends.

****

Oh man, another boring day at the coffee house, Mary Anderson thought to herself as she leaned against the counter. With a sigh she propped her elbow on the counter and rested her chin in her hand, staring out at the empty tables.

It was a small coffee shop near the downtown core of the city but it was still painfully obvious that their business had dropped in the past couple of weeks. She didn't know if it was because of the economy or not but she wished it would pick up. These slow days were very long days and she could think of a million things she'd rather be doing.

"Couldn't you be cleaning something, Mary?" Pete, her manager, asked as he passed by with some coin rolls for the cash register.

She scowled at his back but retrieved a cloth from the sink. She walked out into the dining area and began to wipe the surfaces of the already pristine tables.

Nothing exciting ever happens here, she thought as she absent-mindedly wiped a table down near the window.

Things had once been busy and exciting in Beans & Steam. The Flames used to come in all the time, before and after practices and before games, since the shop was just a few blocks away from the Saddledome. Mary had enjoyed getting to know some of the players and had even managed to score tickets one day from a player who was now no longer with the team. Now they rarely saw the hockey players. Mary guessed that it was because they were afraid of the ridicule since the team hadn't been doing so well of late. Flames fans were passionate; passionately supportive and passionately hard on them.

Maybe the new guy will help with that. Mary recalled the press conference yesterday to welcome the new player from the Pittsburgh Penguins.

He wasn't a heavy shooter or a high goal scorer but he was affectionately referred to as a grinder; he gets the job done when it matters. And he was damn good at it. Everyone knew he'd been the star of the Stanley Cup final last year when it had counted. 

A sudden blast of cold air brought her out of her silent contemplation and she shivered as she straightened. She turned her head to smile at the newcomer, grateful that there was some business at last.

"Oh, hey, Rebecca," Mary greeted her friend and co-worker.

"Hi!" Rebecca brushed the snow from her long black hair. "God, I just love this snow, don't you?"

Mary snorted and turned away, focusing her attention on the next table. From behind her, Rebecca laughed before crossing the shop to deposit her belongings in the office.

"Good morning, Pete!" Rebecca called out in a sunny voice and Mary couldn't quite hear the grumpy manager's grumbled response. Rebecca laughed at whatever it was he said.

Mary loved her friend but on occasion, her perpetually mood was grating. It didn't help that she was a classic beauty with long, silky dark hair that fell in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her eyes always sparkled sapphire blue and her full lips were often split in a brilliant grin. She was average height, a good five inches taller than Mary's five-foot- nothing stature, and it seemed like her legs went on for eternity. She was slender and voluptuous all at once, and some days Mary hated her for it. Then Rebecca would smile, or tell a joke, and Mary would forget about her envy. She would again feel somewhat content with her shorter, chubbier figure and her mousy brown hair and she would remember what a great friend Rebecca was.

"You need help out there, Mary?" Rebecca reappeared behind the counter as she tied her red apron around her middle.

"No, I've got it under control." Mary waved the cloth in her hand.

"How was your class last night?"

"It was fine." Mary shrugged as she moved closer to the counter. "We went over character development and Mr. Samuels made us come up with a profile in ten minutes that we had to present to the class."

"Oh, sounds exciting." Rebecca faced Mary with dancing eyes. "Who was yours?"

Mary laughed at her enthusiasm. It was one of the reasons she loved Rebecca. She was always so genuine. It was hard not to like her.

"I came up with Horace, a dock worker in the fifties," Mary replied, wiping her side of the counter with her cloth.

"Horace? What kind of a name is that?"

Mary laughed again and flicked her cloth at Rebecca. "It's a name that fit the era and his background."

Straightening, Rebecca grinned at her. "Let me guess; Horace is from Eastern Canada, has a penchant for playing hockey and is also a tortured soul waiting for the right woman to heal him."

Mary flushed and looked away, disappointed that she was so transparent. Rebecca reached out and clapped her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Mary. I've never told anyone else about your dream guy."

"Horace is a figment of my imagination."

"Exactly." Rebecca fixed her with a firm look, her mouth quirking at the corner on a repressed smile. "Maybe it's time you forget about the guy who jilted you three years ago and move on."

"He didn't jilt me," Mary mumbled but moved away from the counter to wipe down more clean tables.

Thankfully Rebecca left her alone and Mary was left to dwell on her past in solitude. She knew that Rebecca was right, that she needed to put it all behind her. Mary just couldn't seem to let go.

Braden had been new in town three years ago and Mary had liked him right away when he'd started working at Beans & Steam. They'd become fast friends and when he'd pressed for more, Mary had been over the moon. No other man had shown so much interest in her. She'd had few boyfriends in her twenty-four years and Braden had been so exotic and exciting that she'd been too flattered to notice anything was wrong.

When he'd left to return to his hometown, and a fiance he'd never told her about, she'd been broken-hearted. It had hurt so much that she'd never even allowed herself to look at another man the same way since. She clung to the hope that Braden was taking care of things before returning to apologize and beg for her forgiveness. She'd even been foolish enough to confess this wild and ridiculous hope to Rebecca. Her friend had made it her mission to make Mary forget about Braden, but in two and a half years, she'd yet to succeed.

Mary stopped near the door and stared out at the falling snow, watching it twist and lift with each passing breeze. She wondered if she'd ever find another guy who was as attractive to her as Braden had been. Someone who made her feel like he had, however false it had turned out to be.

"You've got to find someone local, Mary." she heard Rebecca's voice echo in her mind. "That way you won't have as far to travel to make him pay for hurting you." At the time, her friend's words had made them both laugh.

Now, Mary wondered if she'd ever have the courage to fall again.

****

Max loved the bracing cold of his new city. He strolled down the street away from his second practice at the Saddledome and grinned when he pulled the collar of his heavy jacket up. He loved the air sweeping down from the mountains and he loved the snow that drifted into piles along fences and roadways.

Sure, it could get cold in Pittsburgh, but not like this. And the one thing other cities he'd played didn't have were the Chinooks: intense winds that blew through this part of the world in the dead of winter, raising the temperature to daily averages that the city normally only sees in the spring. They made the cold snaps that much more bearable.

He paused at a street light, waiting for it to change, and looked around, taking in the nearby sites. There were a few shops in this part of the city, some bars and restaurants that looked quiet at the moment. Then he spotted a coffee shop called Beans & Steam across the street.

Changing direction, he crossed the street and hurried the last few feet to the door. As he stepped inside, the smell of espresso hit him in the face and he paused with his hand on the door, taking a deep breath.

"Holy crap, that's freaking cold!" someone exclaimed and he glanced over to see a short woman standing by the window.

"Oh, sorry." He stepped inside, letting the door fall shut behind him and grinned at the woman. "I didn't mean to let all the warm air out."

"Holy shit." Her bright hazel eyes widened. "You're Max Tournet!"

He laughed at her shell-shocked expression. It was his first recognition since arriving in Calgary.

"Yes." He leaned close, looking at her name tag. "And you're Mary."

"I can't believe you're here."

"Sometimes, neither can I."

"Mary," a feminine voice called from the counter. "Stop harassing the customers and let him get a drink."

Mary blushed crimson and looked away. "Sorry. Go ahead and order a coffee. I didn't mean to keep you."

"No worries," he assured her but moved towards the counter anyway, taking in the dark-haired beauty standing there.

The shorter woman hurried behind the counter and she started to grind the beans for his drink. He watched her work with a smile, enjoying the stardom, however brief it might be.

"Are you a hockey fan, then?" he asked as she steamed the milk.

"Oh, yes." The taller woman leaned her hip against the counter and smiled at him. "Mary here has got to be the biggest fan in Calgary. She hasn't stopped talking about some new player coming to town for days!"

Max chuckled and winked at Mary who only blushed. "Oh? Some new player, eh? Is he good-looking or something?"

Mary laughed and swore as she just about dropped the milk.

"Mary! You're going to make a mess." She sent an apologetic smile in Max's direction and he smiled back.

Mary stood aside with a frown as the taller woman took over for her. Mary was cute, with messy brown hair pulled into a ponytail and a petite, curvy figure. Max leaned against the counter and crooked a finger at her, beckoning her closer.

"I'm guessing she's not into hockey?" he asked in a quiet tone, nodding his head in the other woman's direction.

Mary fought to hold back a smile and lost. Max grinned back at her, glad to have found a fan so soon after his move.

He straightened and placed his palms on the counter. "Are you a Flames fan?"

"Oh yeah," Mary replied. "Born and raised here so I had no choice."

"Do you go to games?"

"Whenever I can. I don't make enough money to afford a lot. Plus, I'm taking a couple night courses at Mount Royal College."

"You're still in school?" Max was surprised. "You look too mature for that."

Mary laughed and shook her head. "Whatever. I'm not young, if that's what you were wondering."

"Neither am I."

"You're only twenty-six!" she blurted and then gaped at him. "Oh God."

His eyebrows went up and he laughed. "You do know your stats, don't you?"

She shook her head, her cheeks coloring.

"I bet you know more about me than I do, right?"

Still, she wouldn't respond. She hid her face behind her hands and shook her head. Her co-worker saved her from further embarrassment by handing him his finished drink.

"There you are, sir," she said with a broad smile.

"Thank you. I wish I could stay and chat more, but I have to go see someone about a house. I'll be back soon."

"We'd be happy to see you back," the taller woman said.

"Oh yeah," Mary added under her breath and flushed when she met Max's gaze.

He turned to go. He paused at the doorway and turned back to see the taller woman looking curiously after him before glancing down to her co-worker. Mary was already walking away from the counter, shaking her head, her cheeks still pink.

Grinning, Max pushed open the door and headed back out to the blustery day.

****

Max had been telling the truth about going to look at a house. He'd been staying at a hotel since the trade and wanted a more permanent residence. If he was lucky, he'd be staying for a while, so he looked for something to purchase instead of rent.

After deciding on a house in one day, he was on the road with the team for three games. They did well, winning one in regulation, one in overtime and losing the third in overtime. He gelled well with the team and they were a good bunch of guys. He wasn't feeling so sad anymore about the move and was looking forward to heading to his new place in Calgary following the road trip.

After a morning, game-day practice, he recalled the little coffee shop a few blocks from the Saddledome. He hurried down the street, heading for where he thought it was. He wasn't familiar with the city just yet, but he was learning. Then he spotted the Beans & Steam sign across the street and hurried over.

The smell of caffeine washed over him and he smiled as he inhaled. Looking around, he spotted a few people seated at tables talking in low tones or reading newspapers. It was busier this morning than when he'd last been in and he remembered that it was a Saturday.

As he went over to stand in line, he looked for Mary, wondering if she was working. He had a couple tickets for the game in his pocket that he'd been given for friends or family. Even though he'd just met the woman, he knew Mary would appreciate the gift. She was the closest thing he had to a friend right now in this strange new city.

"Hi there." The woman behind the counter was the same one who'd been working with Mary last time. "I was wondering when we were going to see you again."

He grinned at her. "I was out of town for a few days. I promise, this is the first chance I've had to come back."

She laughed, the sound throaty and rich and Max felt himself leaning forward in spite of himself. She was very pretty. He took note of her name on her name tag; Rebecca.

"What can I get for you?" she asked.

Max ordered a drink and as he handed his cash over, he glanced around. "Can I ask you something? Is that other girl, Mary, working today?"

Rebecca nodded as she counted his change. "She starts in a couple hours."

"Oh." He was disappointed that he wouldn't see her. Still, he could ask Rebecca to give the tickets to Mary. "I've got some tickets to tonight's hockey game and I thought she might like to have them."

"You're kidding!" Rebecca laughed. "Mary will love you forever!"

Max laughed with her and was inordinately pleased to hear her say that. "So will you give them to her?"

"Yes, I will. I'll even cover her shift so she can go."

"That's awfully nice of you." He reached into his jacket to pull out the tickets.

"I would never be able to live with myself if Mary had a chance to see a game and couldn't go," Rebecca replied and Max believed her.

"She's lucky to have a friend like you."

Rebecca grinned, pleased with the compliment. "I'm lucky to have her as a friend too, believe me. She's great."

"Well, thanks for doing this and I'll see you next time." Max waved as he walked off with his drink.

****

"Oh my God! Oh my God! OHMYGOD!" Mary clutched the precious tickets to her chest. "I can't believe this!"

Rebecca laughed and reached out to tug her hands. "Careful, Mary. You'll rip the tickets and not be able to go at all."

Mary loosened her grip and stared at the tickets. She couldn't believe her day was taking this incredible turn. She'd woken up feeling stuffy and watery-eyed. She'd then endured a hellish transit commute to work, ending up soaked by a passing car on her walk from the nearby train station. After grousing to Rebecca and toweling herself off in the staff room, her friend had presented her with two tickets -- two awesome tickets! -- to that night's hockey game.

"Do you have any idea how amazing these seats are?" She read the words over and over. "They're playing Edmonton tonight, which is always a fantastic game." God, how she loved the good old 'Battle of Alberta.'

Rebecca just smiled and shrugged, clueless about how wonderful it was, other than that it made her friend happy. "Well, I told that guy that you'd be super excited."

"What guy?" Mary tore her gaze away from the tickets.

"That one who was in last week during that blizzard." Rebecca led the way out of the staff room.

Mary tucked her precious gift into her pocket and followed her friend as she tied her hair up into a semi-presentable ponytail.

"He was kind of cute, a little scruffy." Rebecca wrinkled her nose at the memory. She didn't like guys who didn't shave smooth every day.

"Max Tournet?" Mary scoffed. "No way." No way had the newest addition to the Calgary Flames stopped in at Beans & Steam just to give her hockey tickets. He was a superstar, for crying out loud. Why would he care if she came to a game?

She recalled his smile and twinkling eyes from that first visit and felt her stomach give an involuntary flip. She'd always thought he was one of the more attractive players, even with the Grizzly Adams playoff beard he'd sported last year.




Trading Ice



"Was that his name?" Rebecca picked up a cloth and began to wipe the counter down.

"Max," Mary repeated. "Yes, that was him. He was here? When?"

"Just this morning, about two hours ago." Rebecca turned to face her with a grin. "He was disappointed that you weren't here."

Mary snorted. "Yeah, right. I bet he was just disappointed that his stalker fan wasn't here to moon over him."

"Fan? Why are you his fan?"

Sighing, Mary moved past Rebecca to pick up a cloth. "Honestly, Rebecca. I can't believe you know so little about hockey."

"Is he a hockey player?" Rebecca laughed. "No wonder you were acting so weird when he first came in."

Mary nodded, feeling heat creep up her neck again at the mere memory. She'd felt like an idiot that day, stammering at him and then blurting out his age like she was his best friend or something. With a sigh, she pushed it from her mind and vowed to thank him whenever she saw him again.

"So who are you going to take to the game?" Rebecca asked.

"I'll just call John and see if he's free." Mary's older brother, John, was almost as big a fan as she was, and wasn't one to turn down a free game.

"Well, you'll have to come right back here afterwards and tell me all about it."

Mary laughed at her. "It's a game, Rebecca. Not a social call. You're hopeless."

Rebecca just gave her a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Mary, darling. You are the hopeless one."

"Why?"

"This guy came all the way to this shop--"

"We're three blocks from the Saddledome, where he works," Mary interrupted.

Rebecca carried on as if she hadn't said a word. "--Just to give you those tickets. And you didn't see his face when I told him you weren't here."

Rolling her eyes, Mary turned away. "It must have been a look of relief that he had the chance to talk to you instead of me."

"Mary, that's not true."

"Rebecca, it's fine. I'm so happy that I have these tickets and I love you so much for taking the last half of my shift so I can go. You don't need to worry about me."

"You're my friend. I worry about my friends whether they need me to or not."

Tears pricked behind Mary's eyelids and she turned to give Rebecca a quick hug, grateful to have such a friend. The taller woman hugged her back with a laugh and they returned to their work.

****

John was excited to see the game when he showed up at Beans & Steam to meet her. He and Mary hurried down the street towards the Saddledome and John quizzed her about how she got the tickets.

"Just one of the regulars," she lied, not sure why she did. "He has season tickets and couldn't go tonight so he gave them to me."

"You get the best tips, Mary." John gave her shoulders a squeeze.

She laughed with him and they continued on their way, blending with the rest of the crowd heading into the arena.

The game was fantastic. Their seats were in the lower bowl, on one of the corners where they could see everything happening on the ice. The Flames played with a passion that Mary hadn't seen in months. They won and Mary was hoarse by the time she and her brother made their way through the crowds leaving three hours later.

"That was awesome. Thanks for taking me." John gave his sister a hug before heading home on the train.

Mary continued on her way to Beans & Steam and greeted her friend with an elated grin as she walked in from the cold.

"How was it?" Rebecca asked, all but bouncing up and down on the spot.

Mary let out a happy sigh. "It was amazing. I can't thank you enough for working so I could go."

"It's no problem. There was nothing going on here. I've just been reading a magazine." Rebecca held up the evidence.

Mary's eyebrows lifted. "Pete's OK with that?"

"Oh, he left hours ago when Moe showed up."

"Where's Moe?"

"Asleep in the staff room. He said to wake him if it gets busy."

"Well, the Flames won so we might get a few people in." Mary removed her heavy winter coat and stowed it in the office.

"Cool."

When Mary strode out from the office, Rebecca was perched on the edge of the counter, flipping through the magazine.

"Rebecca, I don't think I've ever seen you look so casual." Mary laughed as she walked past her friend to straighten the cup stacks. Then she grabbed a cloth and bottle of cleaner before walking out to clean the tables off.

"So..." Rebecca's sing-song voice carried through the empty place towards her. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"What do you mean?" Mary rubbed at a sticky spot on one table.

"At the game." Rebecca's tone was exasperated. "What happened?"

Mary gave her a bemused look. "You mean, aside from grown men chucking each other into wooden panels in between skating and flicking long sticks at a frozen piece of rubber?"

Rebecca wrinkled her nose. "Is that what hockey is?"

Mary laughed and shook her head. "Only you wouldn't know that, Rebecca."

"Well, I think I understand the technical side but when you put it like that, I don't understand what the appeal is."

Mary shrugged and turned back to cleaning the tables. "Besides the game, nothing happened. Just like I told you nothing would happen."

Rebecca made an annoyed sound and dropped the magazine on the counter. "I still think you're the hopeless one, Mary. How am I ever going to get you hooked up with a guy when you won't even try?"

"Try what?" Mary replied around a laugh. "He was busy, Rebecca, playing a hockey game!"

"There must have been something you could have done."

"Short of streaking naked across the ice, I doubt it." Mary looked over to see Rebecca giving her a considering look. "Not going to happen! Ever!"

Another moment passed and then they both burst out laughing. Rebecca came out from behind the counter and together they organized the tables and chairs, wiping everything down as they went along. They moved behind the counter just as a few people came in the front door. They were boisterous and in good moods, ordering hot drinks all around. They sat down and more people came in, these ones wearing Flames jerseys.

For a short while, the little shop was bustling. Rebecca even had to go and wake up Moe to help. By the time the rush was over, it was close to midnight and Mary was exhausted. It had been such an eventful day. She was going to sleep well tonight.

****

"That was a great game," the captain, Jason, said to Max as they changed in the locker room.

Max nodded in agreement and pulled a shirt over his head. "I had a great time out there."

The guy on his right, Craig, nudged him with his shoulder. "You did a good job, man."

"Thanks." All the guys had said the same basic thing to him since the game had ended. He hadn't scored but he'd been a key player in some major plays and in the end, the Flames had come out on top. Before the trade, he'd had no idea what the rivalry between Calgary and Edmonton was like. Now that he'd lived through his first Battle of Alberta, he could hardly wait for their next opportunity.

"What did you used to do after a win?" someone else asked from across the room.

Max shrugged and leaned down to pull his fresh socks on. "It depends. If I was on the road, probably just go back to the hotel. At home, maybe go to a bar, or coffee shop."

"Hey, we should go to Beans & Steam!" Dion suggested.

Max leaned forward to look at him. "I know that place!"

"Have you? Isn't it great? We used to go there all the time."

"Why not now?" Max asked.

"No real reason," Craig said. "Just got out of the habit, I guess. Man, now that I think about it, I really miss the place."

"There's the hottest chick working in there," someone else spoke up and several of the guys laughed. "I used to go just to see her!"

Max's mind flicked to the women he'd met and he was curious which one his teammate was talking about. Rebecca was the obvious beauty but he'd found Mary more appealing.

"I always liked Mary." Craig bent to lace up his shoes. "She's funny."

Max grinned and found himself nodding in agreement. He wanted to talk to her again and see if she was just as fun without being surprised to meet him.

"Yeah, too bad she can't come to more games," Dion added. "I know how much she loves to be there."

"Well, let's go now," Max said as a silence fell. "I could use a coffee and it's just down the street."

A few of the guys agreed to go and they headed off together, walking through the brisk night towards the small coffee shop. They chatted and laughed, answering the whistles and waves of a few fans across the street. They reached Beans & Steam and Max paused when he saw Mary sitting near the window, holding her head in her hand. He wondered if she'd been working all night, unable to get away to the game.

"There's Mary!" Craig knocked on the glass.

She jumped up, startled, and looked out the window. When she took in all their faces, hers relaxed into a grin and she darted over to the door to open it for them.

"Hey!" she exclaimed as they came in from the cold. "I wasn't expecting to see you guys here after that win!"

"Where else would we go?" Craig asked with a smile. "All the young guys go to the bars, but us senior citizens like to take it easy."

"Oh please." Mary rolled her eyes and laughed.

Max stopped just inside the door as it swung shut and grinned down at her. "Hello again."

"Oh jeez." She flushed under his gaze. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate the tickets you left for me."

"Don't worry about it, Mary." He waved a hand at her. "I had the tickets and you love going to games, so it's nothing."

"It was something," she insisted. "I hardly ever go to games and those seats were unbelievable."

"I'm glad you got them. You went to the game then?"

"Oh yes. Rebecca covered my shift so I could go." Mary glanced over at the counter where her friend was taking orders from the other guys. "I owe her too."

"You don't owe me anything," Max said but she was already darting away.

"Coffee is on the house for all of you!" Mary announced as she hurried behind the counter.

The guys cheered and Rebecca turned to gape at her friend.

"It's the least I can do," Mary said.

"Wow, we need to win more games," someone commented and they all laughed.

"Mary was so excited to go to the game," Rebecca spoke up as she marked more cups for their orders.

"Mary, you were there?" Craig asked and moved down the counter to where Mary had started to grind some beans.

Mary looked up with a grin. "Yes, Max gave me tickets."

Max felt the weight of all his teammates' gazes turn to him and he grinned in return.

Dion smirked. "Well, that's awfully generous, Max."

Max shrugged it off, knowing his teammate was just trying to get a rise out of him. So far, no one had made him do anything but laugh. He never took himself seriously enough to rise to their jabs.

"It was." Mary said, slid the first coffee across the counter. "That's why buying coffee for you all is the least I can do."

As the others moved away from the counter with their drinks, Max lingered, watching Mary move around. She was cute, maybe five feet tall with wavy light brown hair that fell to just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright hazel color, rimmed with a thick fringe of lashes. She wasn't exactly petite but she carried herself with assurance, as though she knew herself, and knew herself well.

"You don't owe me anything, Mary," Max repeated in a quiet tone.

She met his gaze and shook her head. "You have no idea how much it meant to me to go. I owe you much more than a simple coffee, Max."

Max grinned. "All right, then you can work it off."

She let out a nervous laugh as she poured his drink into a cup. "Oh really? And what kind of work did you have in mind?"

The images and suggestions that bombarded Max's mind suddenly were beyond graphic and he had to look away as he cleared his throat.

Where the hell did all that come from? He smiled at Mary who was watching him with a curious look on her face.

"Nothing terrible." He smiled. "I don't know anyone here and I don't know the area."

"So you want me to be your tour guide?"

"I was thinking more that I'd like a friend." Max realized as he said it that he really did miss his friends and family. Not just his teammates but his friends, the guys and girls he used to call up at any hour for a chat. He liked his new teammates but they were a long way from being close enough to be able to do that.

"You want me to be your friend?" Mary sounded unsure.

Max grinned. "Yeah. Sad as that sounds, I'd like to have a friend here."

"And you want me?"

Several of the same images from a moment ago flashed through his mind again and he shifted on his feet. "Yes."

She stared at him, looking back and forth between his eyes, probably trying to figure out if he was pulling her leg.

"Max, leave Mary alone and come sit down," Craig called.

Max did as his teammate asked and walked over to join them at their table. For the next little while they talked, laughed and told jokes. Mary and Rebecca were dragged into their conversation but laughed along with them all.

After an hour or so, the guys decided they'd had enough and stood to leave. They called their 'good-byes' to the girls, who waved back. Before leaving, Max hurried to the counter to speak to Mary.

"If you're going to be my friend, I should get your number." He spoke in a low tone, like he was sharing a secret.

Mary laughed and then covered her mouth with one hand. Her eyes danced at him and he grinned.

"You have got to be kidding me," Rebecca spoke up.

They both turned to look at the other woman who was grinning. She met Mary's eyes and winked. "If you don't give him your number, I'll give it to him."

Mary relented and jotted her number down on a coffee cup warmer. He tucked it in his pocket before following his teammates out the door. He couldn't quite figure out why he felt like he'd just won something better than a game.

****

Mary never expected to hear from Max. She'd only given him her phone number because she knew Rebecca meant what she'd said about giving it to him anyway. She passed her time as she always did, working and going to her evening classes at Mount Royal. A whole week passed before she even saw another member of the team in the coffee shop again.

Another week passed and she was growing tired of Rebecca's inquiries. She just kept telling her friend, and herself, that he was busy with practice and games. The final push before playoffs was on and the Flames were back in a position to make the post season.

"I don't think he's ever going to call, if you want the truth," Mary said to Rebecca on the phone one evening as she took a break from studying.

"Mary, don't be stupid," Rebecca replied. "He was obviously into you."

"All he did was ask to be friends, Rebecca." Mary slapped her textbook closed. She was getting nothing done while she watched the highlights from the Flames' game the previous night anyway. "There didn't seem to be any other meaning behind that."

Rebecca disagreed. Eventually Mary managed to get her off the phone and she began to get ready for bed. It was her one night a week that she had to herself and she always enjoyed wrapping up in bed with a good novel.

Though disappointed to have not seen Max in the past two weeks, she wasn't wholly surprised. So when her phone rang just as she was changing into her pajamas, she was shocked to hear Max's voice on the other end.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked.

Mary laughed. "Like what? It's nine o'clock. If I was doing anything at all, I wouldn't have answered the phone."

"Well, that's good. Not that you're not doing anything, but that I'm not interrupting.

Mary laughed again and sat down on the edge of her bed. "You guys had another awesome game last night."

"Yeah, we did." Max sounded tired but happy. "I can't believe how well it's all going."

"I think it's been great since you joined the team."

"You're just saying that because I gave you tickets."

"Am I that obvious?"

Max laughed and the sound sent a strange shiver through her.

"So, to what do I owe this honor?" she asked.

"Well, we're back in town now and I've got the day off tomorrow. Do you want to do something?"

"Could you be any more vague?"

He chuckled. "I could try. Are you busy?"

"I have to work for four hours in the morning, but then I don't have anything planned."

"Great. I'll come by the coffee shop when you're done and you can take me sight-seeing."

"'Sight-seeing?'" Mary echoed. "What do you want to see? There are a ton of different places I could take you."

"Oh yeah? How about we start downtown and work our way out?"

Mary laughed. "In one afternoon? You're crazy."

"Yes! And it's only taken you this long to figure it out."

Mary laughed again. They chatted for a few more minutes, deciding that she would take him to Eau Claire Market downtown to begin with. Max let her go and they agreed that he would pick her up at Beans & Steam at noon the following day.

After that, Mary had no problem falling asleep.

****

The next day, Max showed up right on time and Mary shed her apron before leaving the restaurant with him. She ignored the knowing look Rebecca sent her way and hurried out the door.

"You sure you still want to walk down to Eau Claire?" Mary asked as the cold air outside sank in. She shuddered and tucked her scarf tighter around her neck.

"Why? Don't you?" Max looked down at her.

"It's a long walk from here."

"Hmm, maybe we can do something else then?"

"We're kind of limited for how far we can go," Mary said as they paused at an intersection.

"Why?"

"I don't have a car."

"I do." He grabbed her arm and started to drag her back towards the coffee shop.

"Max! What the hell are you doing?" Mary laughed and stumbled as she tried to keep up with his much longer stride.

With a chuckle, he stopped and waited for her to catch up. "I'm parked behind the coffee shop. We can go anywhere. If you don't want to go to this Eau Claire place, then we'll go somewhere else."

"I've already seen everything here. It's up to you, my friend." She followed him to the small parking lot behind the coffee shop.

He opened the door on his mid-sized crossover SUV for her. She clambered in and yelped when her backside hit the cold leather seats. He jumped in the other side and told her to hang on for a minute until the seat warmers could work their magic.

"Holy shit," she hissed out behind chattering teeth. "Get some seat covers!"

"OK," he agreed as he backed out of the spot. "Where's the nearest Walmart?"

Mary laughed and shook her head. Then she met his amused gaze and stopped. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Why not?" He shrugged. "You can't ride around with me all day on these frozen seats."

"No, but I'm not always going to be the one riding in here. This is your car."

"I want my friends to be comfortable."

"Max, you're already turning into a better friend than any I've ever had!"

Max laughed as they dodged through traffic. Mary just held on for dear life and wondered how this had all happened. It was amazing that someone like Max wanted to spend any time at all with her, even as a friend. She was just going to have to soak it all up and enjoy the ride.

They drove through town to a big mall and wandered around for hours. Max dragged her into just about every store. He tried on clothes, he played with toys and he made her listen to music. She laughed until her stomach ached and did her best to make him laugh in turn. By dinnertime, her stomach was growling and they were arguing about the best place to eat.

"I can't afford to eat out," Mary said, flushing in embarrassment.

Max slung an arm across her shoulders and pulled her close. "It's on me, Mary."




Trading Ice



She elbowed him in the ribs and he dropped his arm with an exaggerated groan. She felt the loss of warmth and looked away, telling herself she was imagining it. "It's not on you yet."

"Come on, let me treat you. You've been great today, helping me find seat covers and all."

She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't stop the smile from crossing her face.

"You must know some great places to eat," he said. "What's your favorite restaurant?"

"Open Sesame."

"That's a restaurant here?"

"Yeah. It's great. All different kinds of Asian dishes and they do this thing called a 'Garden Market,' where you pick out exactly what you want and they cook it all for you."

"Sounds great." Max grabbed her hand.

They left the mall and drove the few short blocks to the restaurant. Soon they were seated at a table near the center fireplace in the dim and smoky restaurant that Mary loved. She'd forgotten how romantic the interior of the restaurant was but Max looked impressed, so she let it go.

I can get through this, she told herself as she sipped her drink.

"This place is cool." Max gazed around at the Asian decor. "Is it a chain?"

"No. It's local. There are actually three restaurants in this building."

"Really? Where do they all fit?"

Mary grinned. "We're in the basement now. Up on the main level is Smuggler's Inn and on the second floor is Bolero."

"We should try them all." Max winked at her as he sipped his beer.

"Not tonight, I hope," Mary replied and they laughed.

The waitress reappeared in a few minutes with their meals and they dug in. Mary was famished and completely engrossed in eating her meal. She'd never felt so unselfconscious with a guy before and Max was so relaxing to be around.

Max sighed as they finished dessert. "I can't wait until my next day off."

Mary laughed at him. "After all you've just eaten, you shouldn't be allowed another day off for the rest of the season."

He gave her a mock wounded look and looked down at himself, pushing his stomach out. "I'm great, what are you talking about?"

Smirking, Mary gave him a look over the top of her glass. "Well, I don't know how many dates you'll get looking like that, Max."

"Ouch!"

She laughed and reached over to pat his hand. "Don't worry. Some women will just love the fact that you're on the team. That'll be enough to get you laid at least...oh, a dozen times."

Max blinked at her for a second before bursting into laughter. He laughed so hard and so long that people began to turn their heads and stare. Mary hid her face in her hands, trying to figure out what had possessed her to say such a thing.

"Wow, Mary," Max gasped out after a long while. "I never would have pegged you as the bluntly honest type."

She smiled. "I guess that you don't know everything about me."

"Yet," he corrected with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling in the firelight.

She flushed, grateful for the dim interior of the restaurant.

"Anyway, I don't want to date right now," Max said.

"Why not? You're such a catch." Mary blurted and clamped a hand over her mouth right away. "Oh shit."

He laughed and waved a hand at her, dismissing her words. "Thanks, Mary. I know I am."

Mary laughed with him, shaking her head at his confidence. What she'd said was true; he was single, employed, fit and good-looking. Now that she knew how much fun he was off the ice, he was even more appealing.

What the hell am I thinking? She shook her head to clear it. We're just friends. Less than that; we've only known each other for a few weeks.

"I just want to focus on the game right now," Max went on, still smiling at her.

She couldn't help but smile back. His good mood was infectious.

"Women have a way of complicating things," he added.

Mary lifted her eyebrows at that and he chuckled. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that you just want to be friends with me."

"Yeah, good thing." His eyes narrowed a bit as they looked at each other.

She blushed under his gaze and looked away. When she glanced back at him, he was still staring at her, his smile lopsided.

"So, uh...are you done?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Are you ready to go?"

She nodded and they got up to leave the restaurant. They were both quiet on the ride home, except for the directions Mary gave to Max to get to her apartment building. He parked outside the main entrance and she turned to thank him for the great day.

"I should be thanking you, Mary." he said, the easy grin back on his face.

"Only if you can recover from that meal." She glanced at his stomach as she spoke, which was a mistake. She'd never seen such a firm set of abs, even covered by a shirt.

He patted his stomach. "You've got nothing to worry about."

"What are you doing next weekend?" he asked as she reached for the handle on her door.

"Work." She shrugged. "Why?"

"I want to hang out again." He gave her a sheepish smile. "I don't have many friends here and I had fun today."

Mary nodded. "You've got friends. All the guys on the team."

"Yeah, but they have their own friends and families. I don't like to impose on them."

"But you're OK with dominating my free time?"

He laughed and nodded. "Yeah. I get a night or two a week that's mine and that's only if we're in town."

"And you want to spend it with me?" Mary couldn't believe it.

"Sure. Why not?"

Mary didn't know what to say. She'd had a great day with Max but she felt like she might just be setting herself up for something awful if she spent any more time with him. Then she heard Rebecca's voice in her head telling her to just go out with the guy and have fun.

Drawing a deep breath, she agreed to see Max next week. He told her he'd see her at Beans & Steam the next day after the morning skate.

"All right, thanks for the ride!" Mary hopped out and raced inside before the cold could set in.

****

Over the next few weeks, Max and Mary spent a lot of time together. When he could, Max even started to shuttle her from work to school and back, in spite of her protests. He brushed off her arguments, saying that she could consider it payment for showing him around town.

They'd been to the movies, to shopping malls, clubs and to all the tourist sights around town. Max was enjoying spending time with her more than anything and the more time he spent in the city, the more he came to think of it as home. The playoffs loomed in the near future and he felt himself distracted a lot of the time.

One day when he and Mary were waiting for a movie to start, she commented on his silence.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was just thinking about our next few games."

"What are you worried about? You guys have been meshing so well. You're two wins away from making the playoffs and you've got six games left. Piece of cake!"

Max smiled at her confidence, wishing he shared it. He knew that if he was still with his old team, he wouldn't be so worried. Here, being the new guy, he felt that he had something to prove. He wanted everyone in this city and on the team to know that he was worth the trade.

"I told you months ago that you should start dating just to take the edge off," Mary added in a low tone as the previews started.

Max laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. She giggled and settled against him, her warmth seeping through his body.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't feel the need to date. Mary was a great friend and he loved spending all of his free time with her. She was funny, smart and willing to try almost anything once.

So with her weight resting against his side and her hair tickling his chin, he wondered if he needed to bother with dating. Then the movie started and he pushed it from his mind.

A week later, he raced into Beans & Steam following a big win and darted behind the counter before Pete the manager could stop him. Mary was just coming around the corner from the office and Max swept her off her feet in a bear hug.

"We did it!" He swung her around as she yelped in surprise and held onto his shoulders. "We're in the playoffs!"

Mary laughed and hugged him back. "I know. I watched the whole game."

Max set her down with a broad grin. As he'd skated off the ice that night, all he'd wanted to do was go to the coffee shop to celebrate with his friend. Some of the guys on the team had teased him about his newfound love for coffee before telling him they'd meet him there. He'd barely been listening, racing out of the locker room ahead of all of them.

"Congratulations, Max," Rebecca said with a smile. "Great game."

Max laughed at her. "Yeah, right. Mary must have been giving you the play-by-play the entire time."

Mary smacked him on the arm and he laughed again. "What do you want to drink?" she asked.

"I don't know if he should have any caffeine, Mary." Rebecca winked at him. "He looks energized enough."

Grinning back at her, Max thought she was right. He felt like he could run laps for a few more hours before feeling any exhaustion. His cell phone rang and he moved from behind the counter to answer it.

"Dude, we're heading down to Flames Central," Dion said, referring to the night club in downtown Calgary that was half-owned by the hockey team.

"Oh? No one's coming for coffee?"

Dion laughed at him. "No one needs coffee, Max. Come on!"

Max smiled but shook his head. "It's OK. I think I'd rather just hang out here."

There was some shuffling and shouting on the other end and then someone else came on the line.

"You're coming out to celebrate, man," Craig ordered.

Max laughed. "I'm already celebrating with Mary and Rebecca."

"Bring them along," Craig suggested. "I'm sure Mary could use the night out."

Max glanced over to where Mary was describing a play from the game to Pete and Rebecca, who looked bored. He grinned and told Craig he'd see them soon.

"Hey, Pete." Max hurried back to the counter. "Can Mary have the rest of the night off?"

Mary's jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed pink. Pete shrugged, moving away from them and muttering something about the place being quiet anyway.

"What are we doing?" Mary untied her apron.

"Going to Flames Central," Max replied.

Mary gasped and gestured at her coffee shop attire. "I'm not dressed for a club!"

Max eyed her figure, tamping down his immediate physical response and ordering his body to remain calm. She was wearing jeans, black shoes and a soft pink button-up shirt. "You look fine."

"Gee thanks, Max," she replied with an eye roll that he was coming to adore. "Your enthusiasm is astounding."

"Oh, come on, Mary." Rebecca stepped up to them. "You look great. Just let me fix your hair."

Before Mary could dodge her, Rebecca had yanked her hair from her customary ponytail. A few pins appeared in the tall beauty's hands and in a minute, she had Mary's hair looking salon-styled.

"What the hell did you do?" Mary was astounded after checking herself in a mirror.

"I can't tell you," Rebecca replied with a wink.

Max waited impatiently as Mary ducked into the staff room to get her coat. Rebecca waved them off as they hurried out into the cold evening. Max drove them the few blocks to Flames Central, taking advantage of the valet parking, and they were inside in minutes.

"I can't believe we're here," Mary spoke up.

"Haven't you been here before?"

Mary shook her head as they walked up the stairs just inside the entrance. "I've never had time."

"Well, now you do." Max took hold of her hand, a move he knew comforted her when she felt nervous or awkward.

They walked into the big main room and several guys called out Max's name. Max looked over to see several of his teammates across the room. He weaved his way through the crowd, keeping a firm hold on Mary's hand as he high-fived a few fans and accepted their praise.

"Max, about time you got here!" Craig gave him with a wide grin. "Mary, good to see you out of that apron."

Mary blushed but laughed and congratulated Craig on their win.

"Yeah, we're pretty excited." Craig turned and ordered a round of drinks.

Max leaned close to Mary and asked what she wanted to drink.

"Nothing. I have to work in the morning."

"Oh, come on, Mary." Craig pulled her close to his side with one arm. "You've got to have at least one drink to celebrate with us."

Mary protested but Max could tell that his teammate was standing firm. She relented and asked for a Caesar. Max turned away after feeling a hand on his shoulder, and saw the grinning face of Dion.

"Glad to see you finally took the plunge, man," Dion said.

"What are you talking about?"

Dion rolled his eyes and jerked his chin in Mary's direction as she was being shuffled through the group, laughing and high-fiving the guys. Max followed Dion's gaze and couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face as he saw his petite friend lifted off her feet in a bear hug from the captain.

"We were thinking of taking bets on when you'd ask her out," Dion said.

"What? We're not dating." Max shook his head. "We're just friends."

His teammate scoffed and punched him on the shoulder. "Maybe you are, but if you don't step up, someone else will."

Max looked away from him. He watched in silence as Mary settled into a seat and began to chat with some of the guys and their other friends. He didn't even notice when Dion moved away from him and the rest of the crowd closed in.

He just stayed back and studied his friend as she talked and laughed with the team. She looked so animated sitting there, her smile wide and her eyes sparkling under the flashing lights. The waitress returned with a tray of drinks and Max accepted his before turning his attention back to Mary and the others.

"To the playoffs!" Craig lifted his glass in the air.

The others echoed the toast and downed their drinks but Max still had eyes only for Mary, who glanced up at him over the rim of her glass. She met his gaze and winked. Max felt like someone had just drop-kicked him in the stomach and he downed his entire drink in one gulp, feeling sweat break out on his brow.

Holy shit.

"Max!" someone shouted his name, making him tear his eyes away from Mary.

For the next little while, Max lost sight of Mary. It was close to an hour later when he caught up to her near the bar, where she was talking to Remy Bennett, another teammate. As Max approached from one side, Remy put a hand on her waist and bent low to speak into her ear. Max clenched his jaw and pushed through the crowd separating them.

"Mary!" he called as he drew near.

Remy snapped up straight and offered Max a crooked grin. Max just fixed him with a firm look and glanced at the hand Remy had on Mary's waist. Remy lifted it, holding it towards Max in an apologetic gesture as he backed away a step.

"I was just trying to help my odds," Remy said before grinning and moving away through the crowd.

"Max!" Mary turned to throw her arms around his neck and Max allowed his body to simply react.

He wasn't sure if it had happened before tonight but the when hardly mattered now. What worried him was that he'd played the friend for too long. He wondered now, after seeing her with Remy, if he had any chance at all.

"I missed you," Mary said, making Max stiffen in an instant.

"Did you?" He aimed for nonchalance even as he had to adjust his stance so she wouldn't notice his sudden hard-on. "I've been here the whole time."

She laughed at him and it was then that he noticed the color in her cheeks.

"How much have you had to drink?" He cupped her chin in his hand and studied her face.

"A couple. I just can't believe I'm here, partying with the Flames. It's unbelievable!"

Max laughed, realizing that she was high on excitement and not drunk. "You've served these guys coffee for a long time now."

"Yeah, but this is different." She held on to him with her little hands.

Max used the motion of the crowd to take another step closer, sliding his arm all the way around her. She grinned up at him, her hands resting on his biceps.

"I'm so glad you brought me," she said.

He swallowed hard, wondering if she wanted to stay all night.

Her smile drooped a bit as she studied his face. "Aren't you having fun?"

He shrugged. "I'm kind of beat," he lied. "You want to go?"

"What? You don't want to stay and celebrate?"

"I'd rather just wind down. You want to go home? Watch a movie or something?"

"At my place?" She looked surprised.

Max wondered if he'd pushed it too far. Then she smiled and nodded, and Max led her out of the club in another minute.

****

"Oh wow," Mary murmured as Max drove them to her apartment. "I still can't believe how much fun that was. Thank you so much for taking me out!"

Max smiled and shrugged like it was nothing. Mary shook her head at his casual attitude. Then again, he played with all these guys, had worked with them and others just like them all his life.

I really need to stop acting so starry-eyed all the time, she thought as she turned her head to watch the snowy landscape sliding by.

"I'm just glad you're willing to come out with me all the time," Max said after a minute and to Mary, he sounded amazed by that fact.

She looked over at him with a smile. "You're a lot of fun to hang out with. Why wouldn't I?"

Again he gave that shrug, glancing sideways at her. She noticed for the first time since leaving the club that he wasn't acting like himself.

Oh no. Maybe he's trying to think of a way to tell me we can't be friends anymore. She felt her throat constrict at the thought. She didn't want to think of not spending time with him. She'd become so accustomed to his calls and the sight of him at the coffee shop that she'd feel like she had an amputated limb if he just stopped coming around.

"I guess I'm just surprised that you're not busy with a boyfriend," Max said.

A strangled laughed escaped her and she lifted a hand to her cheek. "What boyfriend? Guys don't want to date me." She fought to keep the bitterness from her tone as memories of Braden washed over her.

Max gave her a sharp look. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh please, Max. Men date Rebeccas, not Marys." She gestured at herself as she said it.

Max scoffed. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"I don't think so." She swallowed the lump in her throat. Then her next words were out before she could stop them. "Why else did you ask me to be your 'friend'?"

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. Max looked like she'd slapped him.

"Max, I'm sorry." She stared down at her hands in her lap. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

He laughed and pulled his vehicle over to the side of the road. Mary noticed then that they were already at her apartment building.

"Sure you did," he said. "But it's OK."

"No, it isn't. You've been a good friend and I just...I'm just..." She couldn't seem to get the right words out. She shook her head. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Mary, it's OK." Max reached across to take her hand in his. "It's my fault anyway."

"Why?"

Again he gave her that shrug. Mary felt her mouth pulling at the corners and then she was smiling as his blue eyes twinkled at her.

"You want to sit in here all night?" he asked instead of answering her. "Or can we go inside now?"

Laughing, Marry nodded and hopped out of his car, leading the way to her apartment. Once inside, she hung their jackets up and asked if he wanted a drink.

"You got any hot chocolate?"

She laughed. "Seriously? Yeah, I've got some here somewhere." As she searched her kitchen, she was relieved that her earlier comment hadn't offended him too much.

"I still want to know," Max said a few minutes later, still grinning that grin that she couldn't quite read.




Trading in a Good Cougar



I was thirty-five, single, never married, though close several times, five-feet-eleven standing up, seven-and-a-half inches lying down, so naturally, I was very popular with the ladies while on my back.

Evette was forty-seven, widowed, a very well-preserved five-feet-four, raven hair, with dark,smoldering 'fuck me' eyes. She dressed like a sophisticated slut on a regular basis, both in and out of the bedroom. To describe her as sexually insatiable would give undue comparable credit to all those truly sexually insatiable cougars running loose. Evette's sex drive was on a chart of its own somewhere in the stratosphere.

Yep, there was insatiable, and then there was Evette. I think the best way to summarize my relationship with Evette would be to say that I was somewhere in between her regular boyfriend and her most preferred and convenient 'friend with benefit'. She referred to me cavalierly as her favorite "CAT", an acronym for Cock and Tongue.

Evette had a very high profile and demanding job for a pharmaceutical company that resulted in frequent domestic and international travel, sometimes for weeks at a time. I held a position for a real estate development company as a construction project manager, and as such, I, too, traveled throughout the U.S. extensively.

One of the best of many good things about the relationship between Evette and myself (besides the fact that my cock was in her various orifices constantly, especially her ass, she LOVED anal like no other woman I've been with) was not only were we completely open with each other as far as other lovers, but we each got off on hearing about our respective carnal conquests while we were traveling.

Evette returned from San Antonio and narrated her escapade with two urban cowboys who had tag-teamed her, her first DP, as I fucked her savagely, wildly aroused from the thought of it. Two young Western studs pounding her hungry cunt and ass simultaneously in the bed of their pickup truck under the moonlight in a dusty tavern parking lot.

Conversely, I used to phone Evette when I had visitors to my own hotel room, and her favorite was the redheaded fifty-one-year-old former Hawaiian Tropic Model who we put on speaker phone while she yelled what she would do to Evette's own sopping cunt if she were her with us. (I kept that model's number, by the way, and that's worthy of a coming 'Lit' story, believe me.)

When I returned home from that particular trip, Evette volunteered to pick me up at the airport, and she did so wearing only a long winter coat, heels, garters, and a smile. During the few seconds my cock was not in Evette's mouth as I drove her car back to my home, she expressed her desire to take our antics to another level. She wanted a threesome. She wanted a woman, her first. She asked me what I thought about that idea in between sucks.

Shockingly, I thought it was a very good idea.

She went on to tell me that she had just the partner in mind for us. Her name was Lora, and she had recently started to work for Evette's company, yet in another regional office. Evette had recently met Lora at a conference, and they had become fast friends. Lora was unattached, but shared the same fanaticism for cock as Evette, apparently. Evette had told Lora all about her situation with me, including several photos of my cock that Evette kept saved on her cell phone, and Lora expressed envy and admiration at Evette's ability to harness such an impressive specimen.

During a break in our rousing 'welcome home' sex that night, which I spent buried deeply in either Evette's talented mouth, ravenous cunt, or gaping anus, Evette brought her laptop to the bed and punched the keys until she found a photo of Lora.

If there had been the slightest ambiguity on my part before that (and there wasn't), it would have been completely assuaged when I saw Lora's picture. Thirty-three, long honey blonde hair, green-brown eyes (a bewitchingly fetching combination) nearly six feet tall with disproportionately big and firm tits, and a bright smile that implied 'happy slut'. I expressed my enthusiasm as I encouraged Evette to suck my cock while I imagined it was Lora. The more I called out Lora's name while Evette moaned and slurped her way all over my cock, the more Evette got off herself.

I punctuated my approval by pulling my cock from Evette's lips just before I was about to burst, and shot my urgent streams of cum all over the image of Lora's face on Evette's laptop screen. Evette licked off the drips and drops that cascaded down Lora's bust line, and we had ourselves a plan. Now, it was time for the implementation of same.

We met Lora about two weeks later at a Sunday afternoon picnic held by Evette's company, but circumstances weren't set up so that we could act on it that particular day. Evette had a flight out of Newark to St. Louis later that evening, and Lora was accompanied by a younger jarhead who looked like he just got out of the casting for "Full Metal Jacket". Evette later asked Lora what she saw in the good sergeant, and Lora directly replied, "Over eight inches, just the boy toy of the week."

Though I didn't get the chance to really say anything else to Lora during the afternoon once the perfunctory introductions were made and small talk was concluded, I did not escape my attention that Lora even hotter in person, though she was attired in a loose fitting conservative top and black cotton pants, hiding what was no doubt a spectacular body.

We had to depart early from the function, it was my turn to drive Evette to the airport for her flight, for which I would be rewarded with Evette's now traditional oral gratuity.

Before we left, though, I had a brief window of opportunity to hatch a plan of my own while Evette was saying goodbye to a few co-workers and 'The Jarhead' was off getting his twenty-ninth Budweiser.

Lora saw me approaching and smiled that beaming smile. She headed me off at the verbal pass before I could speak. "I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk, John," she said happily. "I've heard so much about you."

I raised in eyebrow in mock trepidation. "All good, I hope?"

Lora licked her lips and it wasn't my imagination, her eyes made a slow descent down my torso, lingering at my crotch, and then up again. "Very, very good, in fact. It seems you two have a lot of fun." She paused, glancing downward once more. "And adventure. I like fun and adventure myself." She eyed me knowingly. This woman was a player. I like women who are players.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Sergeant Jarhead staring ominously in our direction as he did his best to drain the keg. I had to be succinct. "Um, speaking of, Lora, I'm thinking of throwing a small, little surprise party for Evette's birthday in a few weeks. Perhaps we could get together for some lunch and I could run my thoughts by you, and you could give me the woman's perspective?" 

Lora, too, now saw Sarge marching towards us. "Let's do dinner instead, Evette is traveling this week, correct?" I nodded hastily. "How about Monday night at seven? Do you know where Kelly's in Doylestown is? I know it's a bit of a hike for you, but it's two blocks from my house, and I could come right over after work. Meet you there?"

I made my retreat just as Sgt. Hulka and his big toe arrived. "That's so nice of you to say, Lora, Evette would appreciate that, I'm sure." I nodded to the Marine cordially. "It was nice meeting you both, we've got to go now, though, take care."

Evette had taken inventory of the brief conversation between Lora and myself, and tried to coax the context out of me almost as soon as we got in the car and her head disappeared in my lap. Despite two separate blowjobs on the hour-long ride to Newark Airport, the only confession that Evette coerced from me was when she asked me, "You really liked her, didn't her?"

Oh, yeah, Evette, yes I did, you betcha. 

"You've chosen wisely," was all I said, though, shooting in her mouth for the second time. Name, rank, and serial number, along with some cum, that's all you're getting out of me, baby. Little did Evette realize that I couldn't get the thought of my pending rendezvous with Lora the next evening, even as I was depositing my seed in Evette's always receptive mouth. I even jacked off on the solo ride home down the Garden State Parkway, such was my anticipation of the coming events, and all of the possibilities with the lovely Lora.

Seven o'clock Monday found me stationed in the corner of the bar at the nearly deserted Kelly's Irish Tavern, nursing a glass of lukewarm white wine, administered by a very disinterested bartender. His interest magically perked up when Lora walked through the double doors. I'd say you could have heard a pin drop, but you probably could have anyway.

Her golden hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. In fact, everything about her was tight. Her pink button-down blouse that had three buttons opened, exposing the top of her surprisingly ample tits, pebble-like nipples bursting through the thin cotton material, and her designer jeans appeared to be virtually painted onto her thighs, displaying the hint of a prominent cameltoe peeking through the denim crotch. Instant hard-on for me.

I rose from my seat and pulled open the barstool next to me, and began my salutation as she walked towards me. "Hi, Lora, thanks for coming, you look gr.........."

My words caught in my mouth as Lora leaned into me, her firm breasts pushing into my own chest. I had expected her to give me a small peck on the cheek, but instead, imagine my surprise when she cradled the back of my head gently but firmly in her long, manicured fingers, and gave me a soft, slow, deep, smoky, sensual kiss that intensified the longer our lips interlocked, tongues beginning to dance and explore each other's mouths. The kiss lasted for perhaps twenty seconds, but it seemed like an eternity, and I reluctantly gasped for air when she finally released me. I was now irretrievably within her charms, it was the sexiest first kiss that I had ever experienced.

I have a premise that I believe is unassailable. Namely, a woman who can kiss like that is a practiced aficionado and true connoisseur of all oral arts. In the next few hours, Lora was about to further entrench that premise as incontestable, yet with a pleasant twist.

She pulled back from me slowly, and surveyed the reaction that her kiss had evoked within me. "Mmm, Evette was so right, I can tell," she softly murmured, while snaking her hand beneath the bar to initiate a digital inventory of my goods.

I returned the subtle favor, touching her jean-clad ass in my hands, cupping the buttocks softly and raising them, savoring the firmness. "And just what is Evette so right about, do tell, please," I parried, aware that the bartender had become suddenly attentive to the activities on this side of the barren bar.

Lora seductively stroked my already stiff cock seductively, and began to tug at the zipper of my trousers. Was she going to....?

"She told me you have the best tongue ever." I had heard this, in moaning pants, from the source numerous times while providing Evette with substantive oral favors, but it was nice to know that she had played "kiss the pussy and tell" with Lora during girl talk.

"Just what else did you two conspirators talk about, Lora?" I now eased my hand beneath the waistline of her jeans and began to ease my hand now onto her bare asscheeks, under the denim.

Lora ever soooooo slowly took the top of my zipper and eased it down completely, and I looked down to see her long fingers extracting my cock from my commando prison. She made soft purring mews, pleased with herself for being so bold, and she peeked down with me to watch my cock dangle and flap and twitch to her subtle touch, fully exposed yet hidden from view to anyone else under the bar. 

"Well, among many things, she told me your cockhead is the size of a golf ball." She rubbed the tip between her thumb and index finger for apparent verification. She nodded in consent as she lazily let her fingers circle the engorged head. "I love to play golf, I've been working on my grip, what do you think, John?"

"I wonder if Tiger Woods ever got a barstool handjob, that's what I'm thinking right now, Lora."

She laughed merrily, never releasing her grip from the titanium-hard shaft of my dick. "Maybe you could tell me all about this surprise you're planning at my house, just down the street a few blocks." My own wood was going to explode onto the mahogany bar soon if she didn't stop, and she knew it, boy, did she know it. "I have a private course inside where maybe we could try few holes together. It's neatly landscaped, curvy, and easy to navigate. But first, I have a question for you." Her nipples felt like pearls as she pressed her tits into my arm, and whispered her inquiry into my ear, nibbling the lobe softly.

I felt her hot breath on my ear as she teased me mercilessly with her bold public handjob. "Who do you think wants to fuck me more, you or your horny little girlfriend Evette?"

Beneath her jeans, I pushed one finger between her asscheeks and twirled my finger, finding the crevice to her anus, and she squirmed and lightly squealed in surprise. With my other hand, I released her fingers from my cock, sparing the janitorial staff a good cum cleaning because I was mere seconds from bursting my seed. 

"Why don't we chit-chat about that subject at your home course, Lora?" I suggested. "I can't speak for Evette right now, but I'd be happy to demonstrate my technique and perhaps you can reach your own hypothesis."

I flipped the bartender a nice tip of his own for having the good sense to watch us from afar. He had a vision that would keep his imagination busy for at least the remainder of his slow night, and I let Lora leave first, and he and I watched her butt sashaying sexily in her jeans. He clucked in sincere admiration. "Have a nice night, my friend, that was the quickest pick-up I've ever seen. I've watched that broad turn down guy after guy in here before, one after the other. Well done."

The short walk to her row home went quickly, the air ripe with sexual tension. No, that's not quite accurate, it was more like anticipation. We walked up the steps and entered, and I reached to again kiss her, but she wriggled out of my grasp. "Close the door," she demanded. "I'll be right back." 

Lora disappeared into the kitchen while two large cats bounced into the living room to inspect the latest intruder. One hissed at me menacingly, while the other purred and rubbed its furry body lovingly on my leg. The perfect metaphor for pussy, I thought. Sometimes they love ya, sometimes, well, they just don't.

From the kitchen, I heard Lora's voice. "Oh, yes, I've been meaning to ask you, how do you feel about Evette calling you her special 'CAT'? What's that all about, hmmm?" Before I could respond, I heard the click and clack of her heeled sandals on the hardwood floor coming towards me.

I turned around, and there she was, in all of her glory, nude from the ankles up, her honey-blonde hair sans ponytail and cascading in luscious locks over her incredibly full breasts, her huge pinkish brown areola big enough on which to three-putt. She put her hands on her hips and jutted out her pelvis as a runway model would, and my eyes lowered from her flat, tanned stomach, adorned with a navel ring, to the promised land. Her smooth vulva completely shaved, her salmon-colored labia majora protruding through her lips, swollen and puffy and gleaming. Her course was indeed impeccably landscaped.

She half-turned in a 180-degree maneuver, and cupped her milky white ass and pulled the perfect cheeks apart with her palms, exposing her gaping anus, the same colors as her areola, pinkish-brown and oh-so-fucking-yummy. Even the cats turned and stared, two feline pussies admiring the perfect human specimen of pussy, folding their cards, knowing they'd been beat. They scurried from the room, retreating and defeated.

"Cock and tongue, is that the rumor for your little pet nickname?" She walked towards me backwards, motioning for me to lower my trousers, which I obligingly obeyed, kicking my shoes into the air while doing so, the loafers landing with a thud.

She continued to walk backwards, my eyes riveted to the perfect ass in front of me, and she pushed me back against the front door , using only her butt, and barked her next demand. "Play the first hole using your the 'T' club, your tongue." I dropped to my knees and inhaled her musky combination of vaginal and anal aromas as she again spread her cheeks for me, lowering her tight puckered bung hole to my mouth. 

"Eat my ass." 

I buried my flickering tongue into her asshole and began to lick with a fervor, before being admonished. "Not so fast, not so hard, easy, boy. I like it gentle. And stroke your cock while you eat my asshole, that's hot. Touch that big fucking wang of yours for me."

I complied immediately, while the realization struck me that I was being completely subservient to this incredibly bewitching sex kitten. it was a new role for me, especially with Evette being so submissive herself, I was accustomed to her being unfailingly complaint with my every whim. In fact, I was used to being the one in control with all women, I got off on them acquiescing to my sexual orders.

And now, I was on my knees on a hardwood floor, obediently stroking my cock and eating out the cavernous asshole of a beautiful vixen.

I was hard as Chinese Algebra. I wanted Lora to command me to do anything she wished. My cock and tongue were at her mercy, for her pleasure. It was humiliating to a degree, but stimulating and arousing beyond description, especially when Lora began a verbal taunting.

"Now, then, isn't this tastier than that old, worn-out piece of ass you've been fucking, John? Evette is such an ass whore, isn't she? I'll bet half of St.Louis has fucked her old ass by now on her trip, she's such a fucking ass slut, everybody knows it. And, now, she wants a threesome with me? Well, we'll see about that. I wonder how she'll feel when I tell her her boyfriend was down his knees within minutes of entering my house stroking that big, strong cock of his and eating my own tight ass. Huh? Maybe I'll just keep you for my own and you can be my own CAT. How will she feel about that?"

I mumbled my response up her ass, never more turned on in my life as she continued.

"Or maybe I'll let her eat my asshole out, too, while I ride that big fucking cock of yours, while she watches that golf ball cockhead of yours split apart some tight young pussy, fresh pussy, big firm beautiful tits, not like that washed-up old maid you're fucking. Huh?" She spread her legs farther, pushing her ass into my face so far that my nose felt like it may come out on the other side of her body, to the jewelry on her belly button. 

"Maybe I'll keep you for my own," she repeated. "What do you think she'd say about that?" 

Since Lora had now asked this same question for the second time, I sensed her sincerity for a reply. I responded by standing up so quickly she didn't have time to react, grabbed her roughly by the hips, and simultaneously plunged my angry, throbbing cock into the tightest cunt I have ever felt in one deep thrust, while sticking my thumb into her fully-lubricated ass, and a combination of saliva and pussy juice shot from her various orifices as she screamed wildly in agony and ecstasy. I spun her around and came on Lora's face and tits before picking her up, my erection never wavering, placing her on my cock in a standing position, and we fucked into blissful exhaustion for the next few hours.

Last time I heard anything about Evette was when I stumbled across her Facebook page, and she had listed as one of her interests, "Men". That is an understatement.




Trading in a Good Cougar



As for me? This 'CAT' has traded in my well-traveled cougar for an upgrade to a pink, sleek untamed Jaguar, and I love being driven anywhere, anytime by my hot, new Jag. The stories are just beginning, the most incredible of my sexual existence. 

Perhaps you'd like to hear about some of them. Want a hint? Remember that Hawaiian Tropic redhead model? 

Well, she loves Lora's ass, too. And Lora loves hers.

Hey, sometimes those pussies just love ya.



Trading in For an Older Model



I'll admit, my life was what a lot of guys would call "enviable". I'm relatively young at 31, well off, successful, and I've got a gorgeous trophy wife to boot. And I'm miserable. Yeah, let me explain.

I'm Mason, 6'1", decent looks, decent build (thanks to the grind at the gym in my office when I can find the time) with wavy brown hair. I also happen to be the president of a thriving local hotel chain which my father started from nothing and sculpted into the $30 million annual powerhouse it is today. My mother died when I was a child and I have no siblings, so when my father died six years ago from a stroke, his will dictated that the keys to the company were to be left in my hands.

So while I didn't necessarily earn my place in the world, I like to believe that I've certainly risen to the challenge. Our hotel business continues to grow each year since I took over. I have nearly 1,000 employees underneath me who are counting on me to oversee theirs and our company's well being.

That part of my life I'm happy with; I love the people I work with and coming into work is the best part of my day. Unfortunately, the same can't be said about my home life. Remember that gorgeous trophy wife I mentioned earlier? Her name is Stacy and we've been together for 15 years. Yes, that puts us in high school sweetheart territory.

She was a year behind me, 5'8", wavy blonde hair and a great body from head to toe which she kept in perfect shape. She didn't have the biggest chest, more pert and perky than anything, but overall I enjoyed her body. In fact, I enjoyed it as often and as much as she'd let me, but she came from strict Catholic background, so we were pretty limited in what she would do and kept me with blue balls a good bit of the time. 

Still, she was the object of most of my friends' and classmates' desires and I felt lucky to have her. I have to admit I always took a certain amount of satisfaction when we'd go out and all eyes would be on her. 

All that came with a price, unfortunately. She was wildly jealous if I even so much as looked at another girl. She could also be nasty to me at times, even when we were in public, and she was horribly spoiled. I managed to look passed these shortcomings, or maybe better said I simply had a huge blindspot as I focused on her more positive "assets".

Maybe that's why my dad never really warmed to her, but he could see she made me happy, so he supported me when I told him I was going to ask for her hand in marriage. We were married as soon as we both finished college. I wanted to go into independent film and be a director to make the kinds of films that I loved, but my father and Stacy put aside their differences long enough to convince me to follow in his footsteps and take up the family business. 

I figured I could still find time on the side to put write and devote to film making, but when my father passed, all of that went out the window. As admittedly incredibly naïve as it sounds, I had no idea how much responsibility my father had being in charge of the business. I no longer had time for hobbies and lost most of my friends because I simply didn't have time to see them, but as I said I enjoyed the work and the people I worked with and was happy continuing what my father started.

Stacy, on the other hand, never had many aspirations beyond staying at home and taking care of the kids, which brings us to where this seemingly picture perfect life begins to fade.

Try as we might (and I loved to try), Stacy and I could not conceive. We went to specialists, took all the pills and drugs you can, tried special diets, and every form of conception involving the two of us you could imagine, but nothing ever took. Stacy refused to believe anything was wrong with her when in reality the sad truth seemed to be that we weren't a good match in that way.

I suppose I had always wanted kids, but not on the same level that Stacy did. Just about the only thing Stacy ever knew she wanted to be was a mother to her own child, and when I couldn't accommodate, things began to quickly degrade between the two of us. 

She blamed me solely for our troubles and began to treat me like dirt on an increasingly regular basis. She'd never miss a chance to take a shot at my apparent infertility, even once in the company of close friends at a party when she'd had too much to drink. I figure the only reason she stayed with me was because of the extremely cushy life we enjoyed which my place at the company afforded us.

If I was around her more often, I likely would have walked out myself, but being that I had my hands full taking care of the business, I only saw her for dinner on nights she wasn't out with friends or on an occasional weekend. I knew something had to break, and it was only a matter of time.

That something came from one of the most unexpected places I'd ever imagine.

My secretary (now don't get ahead of yourself) was due to go on maternity leave at the end of the month for six months. She's actually the wife of one of my best friends (it was actually at their baby shower that Stacy made the crack at my expense... but I digress) and it just kind of worked out timing wise that when my last secretary quit, my friend's wife had just been laid off and needed a job. 

I was happy to step in and offer her the job. She thankfully actually did a great job and was the best secretary I had ever had, but with her set to leave for six months, I needed to find a temporary replacement soon.

I held interviews for candidates among all ages and backgrounds and whittled it down to three finalists. Kent was an ambitious young man to say the least, fresh out of college with designs on starting his own business someday, but he was a bit too much of a brown-noser for my liking, looking to do or say anything to get ahead.

Sarah was probably the most qualified of any of them. She had worked on the desk of one of the higher ups at a rival hotel chain but had quit apparently because of what she referred to as an unprofessional work environment. That was another word for sexual harassment if I've ever heard one. She was working her way through college most nights but assured me it wouldn't get in the way if I hired her. 

At 23, she was tall with blonde hair done up and had both the legs and facial features of a model. She was a knockout and reminded me a bit of Stacy when she was younger, but a lot cheerier. Focus, Mason.

Then you had Dawn. At 51, she was easily the oldest of all of the candidates I interviewed. She didn't have much experience in the administrative assistant field but she interviewed very well and was extremely personable so I decided to put her in the final draw.

With those three in mind, I went home and brought them up in conversation with Stacy over dinner. After I gave her the basic details of the three, she told me rather matter of factly to pick Dawn. I mentioned Stacy had a jealous streak, and when a former female classmate of ours looked me up out of the blue on Facebook a few months earlier, it reignited the watchdog in her.

With that in mind, I was a bit surprised that she didn't go straight for Kent, but when she quickly followed up her choice by exclaiming "I know you won't be tempted to get into that fossil's pants", her crude thought process was clear.

It was all the same to me, though. With Kent liable to drive me insane and the fact that I frankly didn't need Sarah as a distraction at work, Dawn was probably the best choice for me. I went out to the back patio to call her and deliver the good news. She was more elated than I was expecting and it took me a couple of minutes just to say goodbye in between the repeated "thank yous".

That Monday morning, Dawn came in and took over my desk. Other than a few dropped calls or scheduling gaffs early on, she was doing a good job.

I admitted to myself that although she was old enough to be my mother, she was fairly attractive. She was about 5'4" and maybe about 150 pounds. She wasn't heavy, but you certainly wouldn't describe her as a petite woman by any means. She wore the weight well, though. To use a word we don't often use anymore, "voluptuous" might be a better way to put it.

She had chestnut brown hair which she typically wore up and with little makeup, but for some reason I appreciated that. Maybe the fact that Stacy always went overboard with whatever goop she put on her face turned me off to makeup in general.

Perhaps her best feature was her sizable chest. Not to sound crude but I think I've always been a tit man, so I've always been attracted to and taken notice of a nice pair when I see one. Not even nice, big is more than enough to get me interested, but it had always been a secret fascination for me out of necessity because that was the one area Stacy was lacking physically. I could tell Dawn was hiding something substantial there, but she dressed very conservatively, so it was difficult to know exactly how substantial.

She typically wore pantsuits or turtleneck sweaters with slacks, in fact I can't think of a single instance in which she wore a skirt or a dress. She never showed any hint of cleavage or color. Sure it was the wintertime, but her wardrobe seemed to consist of almost exclusively some shade of gray or brown. I started to tease her, asking her if she was familiar with the color "blue" and things like that.

I'd especially make it a point to ask her on casual Fridays, something I decided to institute to shake things up (yep, I'm one of those "fun" bosses), when everyone in the office would dress down but her.

Still, I was only joking and she was a good sport about it, always coming back with a quip of her own. The truth is that she had a great sense of humor and I started to look forward to our interactions as the weeks and months rolled on.

Back home, Stacy decided that if kids weren't in her immediate future then she would go back to school and get her masters in art history of all things. I'm not quite sure how she landed on that. She minored in art history in college but never once mentioned it until one night at dinner she announced her plans.

I had brought up the idea of adoption, but neither of us had really done much to look into it which was a combination of her wanting to have her own child rather than someone else's, but also our subtle way of admitting that neither of us was particularly happy with our situation.

After three months, my friend's wife/my former secretary called me and told me she wouldn't be coming back and because of a substantial promotion my friend got at his job, she had decided to stay at home and to take care of their new baby full time. I thanked her for her service and wished her the best before I hung up.

I called Dawn in my office after I got off the phone and told her that if she wanted to stay on full time then the job was hers. She caught me off guard as she rushed over and gave me a big hug.

"So... do you want the job?" I teased. 

"If you're still offering after that display of mine, yes" she smiled as she said.

"Welcome aboard then, glad to have you" I replied.

"I want to celebrate, can I take you out for a drink after work, or would that be crossing some HR line?" she asked, still consumed with excitement at the news.

"No, I'd like to, but I have dinner reservations with Stacy tonight. Rain check, though?" I asked. I groaned in my mind as I remembered the dinner plans I had. I would have much rather gone out for a drink with my 51 year old secretary than meet my conventionally gorgeous wife for dinner at a fine restaurant. Definitely not a good sign, I thought, as I felt myself frowning at the thought of my unfortunate situation.

"Sounds good, and thank you again..." She smiled and lingered for a moment before turning. "Well I better get back to work".

"You and me both" I said and smiled once more as she left my office and returned to her desk.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful until at about 5:30 when Stacy called to apologize, saying she had just remembered about our reservations but had already agreed to go out to dinner with some grad school classmates that night so she wouldn't be joining me (is that how that's supposed to work?). In any event, she asked if I wanted her to cancel the reservations but I told her no, I'd take care of it.

This was one of the most popular restaurants in town and there was nearly a one month waiting period just to get a reservation, so I figured why let it go to waste. I saw Dawn through the glass in my office gathering her things to go home so I went out to catch her before she left.

"So bad news and good news" I told her. All good news, I thought to myself. "The bad news is Stacy can't join me tonight, so the good news is I'm free tonight, that is if you're still interested".

"I'm sorry to hear that, is everything okay?" she asked looking concerned.

"Yeah, just something came up at the last minute" I replied.

"Well, I'm definitely still interested, where shall we go?" she asked.

"I've still got the reservation for La Sandros if you'd care to join me, my treat." I offered.

"That place is too expensive, I couldn't let you do that." she pleaded.

"We're celebrating, remember?" I reminded her.

"Well, if you don't mind going out to dinner with an old woman, then I'm in." she chuckled.

"Don't be silly, it would be my pleasure. We'll have a good time." I assured her.

"Okay, well I'll meet you there, then? I want to go home and change." she said.

"That's true, they have a strict 'no gray or brown clothing' policy." I casually joked.

"I'm sure I can find something." she said grinning, almost flirtatiously.

"Okay, the reservations are for 7 o'clock so I'll see you then." I said.

"See you then." she nodded and smiled as she turned and went for the elevator.

I didn't think much of it. I was just a bit relieved how the night was turning out as I figured I was sure to have ten times a better time with Dawn than I'd have with Stacy at the restaurant. We'd actually have something to talk about, for one.

It would take me a half hour to get home in rush hour traffic and another half hour to get to the restaurant, so I figured it wasn't worth it to make the trip home to change and I just stayed late at the office and got some things done. I wasn't trying to impress anyone after all; I was just going to meet my coworker for a bite after work. When 6:30 rolled around I gathered my things and made my way to the restaurant.

I got there a few minutes early so I waited out front of the restaurant for Dawn. I messed a bit with my phone between glances around for her while I waited. After a couple of minutes I looked up to see Dawn hurrying up the block. I had to do a doubletake to recognize her. She was wearing a dress for the first time since I had met her, and this was definitely worth the wait.

It was a blue sleeveless dress with a bit of a shine to it and came just passed her knees. It wasn't especially tight, but it was low cut in the front and gave an ample view of her cleavage. My suspicions were confirmed; she had wonderful tits which looked to be double D cups with admittedly a bit of sag from carrying them around over the years, but like I said, I'm just a fan in general. In fact I had to catch myself as I was beginning to stare.

She was wearing a large and what I would normally describe as a gaudy necklace, but it looked nice on her somehow. She also had on more makeup than she normally wore, but she wore it well and it made her look ten years younger. Maybe I'll have to rethink my stance on makeup, I thought to myself.

All in all she looked ravishing. Maybe it was because of the age difference, but I felt comfortable letting her know, like it was coming from an old friend.

"You look grea..." I gushed but caught myself. Don't need to go overboard I thought, let's pull it back a step. "You clean up good." I said to her more casually.

"Hopefully this makes up for all those grays and browns as you put it. And yes... I have heard of 'blue'." she teased.

I grinned at her like an idiot as she smiled at me, clearly enjoying the palpable effect she had likely hoped to achieve from a younger man.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"Yeah let's go in." I said as I snapped out of my trance.

I went over to open the door for her but one of the restaurant's hosts beat me to it. We walked up to the hostess station where the hostess greeted us.

"Hello, I have a 7 o'clock reservation for dinner". I felt like an idiot as I realized that last bit of what I had said, but luckily no one seemed to notice. Dawn's transformation had caught me off guard, I guess.

"What's the name?" the hostess asked.

"Mason Cowell." I replied.

"Right this way, your table is ready for you." the hostess replied as she picked up a couple of menus and led us through the crowded restaurant. I let Dawn go ahead of me so I could treat myself to a nice view of her from behind. My how quickly my thoughts on her have "evolved" I noted to myself as I felt myself shaking my head.

I looked around to find a number of men looking at the two of us. I was wondering if they were checking Dawn out, as well, or if they were just trying to take guesses at our relationship. Whatever, I thought to myself. Let's just have a good time like we came here to do. As we arrived at our table, I pulled out the chair for Dawn. "How chivalrous of you." she said as I smiled back at her.

I relaxed as we ordered and had some wine. Dawn was always easy to talk to in the office, and this more casual environment was no exception. We started with some idle chitchat and a bit of gossip about our coworkers while we ate but the conversation eventually turned personal as the wine began to have an effect on the both of us.

I told Dawn the various details of my life up to that point. I confided in her that despite being the boss for six years I still was nervous about how everybody we worked with viewed me, and if they even liked or respected me behind my back. Dawn assured me that everyone had only nice things to say about me which was nice to hear, even if I didn't fully believe her.

I went on to tell her about my father and how he started the company, and when he died I took over. I told her I still missed and thought about my father every day and hoped that I was making him proud. I found myself getting a bit choked up when I said that which I guess comes from both drinking too much in addition to not really talking about it since he died.

Dawn smiled and said "I know he would; you're doing a great job and you're a wonderful man. He would be very proud of you today, Mason". I managed a smile as Dawn looked at me thoughtfully. After a moment she switched gears and asked me if I had any children. Not wanting to get into that whole headache, I quickly answered no and deftly turned the question back on her. She explained that she had a son who was in his third year at college.

I knew she was single from overhearing a part of a conversation she had with a coworker awhile back about a date that she had gone the night before once, but didn't know anything beyond that. 

She told me that her husband of 25 years, Stan, had died suddenly in a car accident a couple of years earlier. After the funeral it came out that he had been keeping a mistress on the side and had given most of his money away to her over the years, leaving Dawn and her son without much to live on and forcing her to go back to work just as her son was beginning college. 

She made it a point to assure me that she was doing fine now financially and that she "didn't want me to think she was grubbing for a raise." she said with a smile.

The smile left her face and she got emotional as she told me how crushed she was when and how her son had found out about her father's affair. She had meant to keep it a secret when she dragged it out of her late husband's estate lawyer that he dictated a number of things to be left to the other woman. The other woman called up drunk one night and Dawn's son happened to pick up the phone and learned about the whole thing right from "the whore's mouth" as Dawn put it.




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"God, that's awful" I just said, shaking my head in disgust at what she had told me. She began to lightly sob and a few people looked over as I shrunk down awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I finally reached out my hand and placed it on hers. This action brought her back to reality as she dried her eyes with the napkin and tried to laugh through her remaining tears.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't thought about it in awhile and I guess it just caught me off guard a bit." she explained.

"No it's fine. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that because of some asshole...". Realizing I had spoken out of place, I quickly apologized. "Sorry about that, it's not my place to say".

"No you're right, he was an asshole. And I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner." she said.

"He was the idiot for not realizing what he had." I quickly blurted out.

Okay, I thought to myself, you're more than a bit tipsy and getting a little out of control. I wasn't sure how she'd interpret that.

"That's a sweet thing to say, thank you, Mason. So how are things with Stacy?" she asked so I wouldn't feel awkward. That question caught me a bit off guard, particularly the timing of it.

"Not especially good, but I think you already had some idea." I replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I mean I do answer your phone, but I don't want you to think I have any thoughts or form any opinions about your marriage." she assured me.

"No, it's fine, really. Don't give it a second thought." I said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked thoughtfully.

Maybe it was that I wanted to see where I could push the flirt with Dawn, maybe it was that I was so depressed at the state of my marriage that I didn't care who I told... I know it was the wine. I went ahead and told Dawn everything about our troubles conceiving, how cold Stacy had grown in the last few years, and how my already passionless marriage was getting even worse. Dawn suddenly got very reserved after I poured my guts on the table in front of her.

"Well I'm sure you two will work it out." was all she said rather abruptly when I had finished.

"Yeah, maybe..." My voice trailed off and I let it die right there after she got quiet. So much for pushing the flirt, I thought. Then again I did just tell her my marriage was falling apart, not exactly Spanish fly. I paid the check and we made our way outside.

As we stood on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, I couldn't stop staring at her. What the hell happened I thought to myself. This afternoon she was just my friendly but dowdy secretary, now in this moment I was obsessed with her. 

Maybe that's what happens when you have years of reinforcement of being unappreciated at home. The second someone half decent looking treats you like a person you dive headfirst. Whatever it was, I wanted her more than anything I could remember and those feelings were only growing.

I guess I must have been grinning, because she smiled at me kind of strangely as if she was trying to read my mind. "Just kiss her!" my alcohol addled mind screamed at me. I started to move in and she suddenly blurted out "I had a great time, tonight. I should probably get going. Thanks again for dinner, I'll see you tomorrow!" and gave me a hug and quickly took off walking down the sidewalk.

I was overwhelmed by this sudden collage of emotions that were sweeping over me. I felt guilty for wanting anything that much, let alone a woman other than my admittedly estranged wife. Did I have a cougar fetish I had been unaware of my entire life, or was it this woman in particular? It was certainly Dawn, I was sure of that. Work is going to be interesting tomorrow I thought to myself as I hailed a taxi and made my way home.

When I arrived home it was a little after 10:30 and Stacy still wasn't back. I thought that was a bit unusual because as far as I knew, she was only going out for dinner with some classmates. Oh well, I figured, she probably just had a few too many drinks and was sleeping it off. I didn't think too much of it as I popped a couple aspirin and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up at my usual time and found Stacy in bed next to me. She must have gotten home late; I didn't remember her getting back. I showered, got dressed, and was getting my things together to leave for work when I checked my phone and saw I had an unread text message. It was from someone named "Rick" and read "We have GOT to do that again sometime soon, let me know".

I went through a few of the phones contacts and realized I was looking at Stacy's phone. Sharing a phone plan meant we had the exact same model phone, so occasionally we would accidentally grab each other's phone by mistake. 

I read the message again. I'm not a jealous or paranoid guy by any stretch, but something about that didn't sound right. I had to put it out of my head when I quickly remembered I had taken a cab home last night and I had left my phone in my car.

"Shit" I exclaimed to no one in particular and used Stacy's phone to call a cab to collect me so I could grab my car and get to work hopefully without being too late.

Luckily there wasn't much traffic that day, and I was able to pick up my car and get to work with only being 15 minutes late. Luckily when you're the boss, there's no one there to chide you for tardiness.

I was getting anxious as I parked my car, wondering what Dawn's mood would be like today after I felt like I had embarrassed myself with that failed attempt at a kiss at the end of the night.

When I got to my office, I was surprised to see that Dawn wasn't there yet. I figured she might be battling a bad hangover and would be in shortly until I got a message she had left on my office line saying she felt sick and wouldn't be coming in today. Hmm, that's strange, I thought to myself. 

I quickly became paranoid that she wasn't sick but rather she was too embarrassed to see me after what I had pulled the night before. I figured I needed to nip this in the bud right now, so I called her home. After a few rings, Dawn picked up.

"Hello Mr. Cowell." she said, not sounding particularly sick. The "Mr. Cowell" bit caught me off guard.

"Mr. Cowell?" I asked.

"I just thought I could stand to be more professional around you; I do work for you after all."

"You know to call me Mason. Anyway Mr. Cowell just sounds wrong." Before she could say anything, I followed up. "I got your message, I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were all right."

"That's very thoughtful of you" she said as I could detect a smile in her voice. "I'm all right, I just started feeling a bit nauseous today when I woke up and didn't want to get anyone sick."

"All right" I said... I really wanted to know about last night but at the same time I didn't want to ask. "This doesn't have anything to do with last night, does it?".

"I don't think so...".

"You can tell me."

"This isn't a trap, is it?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you just gave me this job full-time and the very next day I'm calling in sick the morning after we celebrated... I just didn't want you to think..." she said trailing off.

"Oh no, I guess I just meant... Did anything I say or do last night..."

"Oh no, you were lovely last night; I had a great time." she said, cutting me off. "I felt a bit embarrassed when I... well."

"What?" I pressed.

"I don't know. Please say no to this if you like and that will be the end of it..." she said, but stopped there.

"... Yes?" I waited.

"I was just wondering if you would like to come over to my place for dinner tonight?" she finally said.

"For dinner?"

"I figured you treated last night, this is the least I can do".

"Well..." I said as I thought it over. She was giving me an out right now. Would I take it? Go back to my mediocre life? What did I even want out of this. Right now I just wanted her... that's usually how it goes I guess.

"Maybe it's not a good idea" she said, losing her nerve, as well.

"Well I just meant you're feeling sick, you probably don't want company or to have to cook..." I said to deflect the question and get her to convince me again so I could get my nerve back; it was a calculating, albeit cowardly move.

"I think it's almost run its course. I could probably come in for a half day later if I'm feeling up to it." she offered.

"No that's all right. Dinner sounds good." I said finally, convincing the two of us at the same time. "What time shall I come round?" I asked.

"How about 7 o'clock again?" she said, trying to mask her excitement.

"I'm looking forward to it." I replied.

"Me too, see you then!" she said cheerily as she got off the phone.

I quickly left Stacy a message letting her know I was dining with some coworkers. I didn't tell her who. Part of me wondered if she'd even care if I came home tonight.

I was excited and nervous at the same time about what I might be getting myself into. I figured I could still stop this right now if I wanted to, but knew there would eventually be a line at some point tonight that I couldn't come back from, that was assuming I had any idea of where Dawn's head was at.

I spent the rest of the day too preoccupied to get any work done, but as I had nowhere to go I just stared at my computer screen for most of the day. I also couldn't help but think about that text message on Stacy's phone. While I was thinking the worst of what it meant, I was surprised that the more I thought about it, the less I cared.

When 6 o'clock finally rolled around, I slowly started to gather my things and make my way to my car and eventually to Dawn's, stopping off to pick up an expensive bottle of wine on the way. 

I was a few minutes early when I arrived at the address which Dawn had texted me, so I sat in my car and took in the house and neighborhood. Dawn lived in a modest but attractive one story house in the suburbs not too far from the office. It looked like a nice enough neighborhood with a few kids playing in the street and people still out walking their dogs despite the sun already having gone down.

At 7 o'clock I got out of my car with the wine in hand and made my way to Dawn's door, giving the doorbell a ring. Dawn opened the door and greeted me warmly with excitement. 

"Wow" was my only thought as I looked at her. Dawn brought it last night and tonight was no exception. She was wearing an elegant and flowing black cocktail dress which came down to her knees and again was cut low in the front to give an inviting view of her cleavage.

"Two for two, Dawn. You look fantastic again; being sick certainly seems to agree with you." I joked.

She smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Why thank you, that's always nice to hear from a young man like yourself."

"Oh stop it." I chided her. "Why don't you dress like this to the office?" I asked in a deflecting way to seem like I was joking, but I really wanted to know.

"I don't want the younger girls getting jealous" she joked, laughing herself. I just smiled and shook my head as she invited me in.

I entered Dawn's nicely furnished home and was greeted immediately by the delicious aroma of what smelt like roast duck.

"You have a nice home." I complimented her.

"Thanks, yeah I sold the old place after Stan died. Too many bad memories, and it was too big for me anyway." she explained.

"It smells delicious in here, like a restaurant" I admitted.

"Thank you, just something I threw in the oven." she said being modest.

It was clear that she had been preparing dinner for most of the day in anticipation of our... what, date? I was a bit nervous and had no idea how tonight was going to play out but by now I think I was beginning to make up my mind that I was ready to go with whatever happened. It sounds awful but I had already checked out of my marriage mentally. For all I knew, Stacy had done the same thing months ago.

Dawn poured me a glass of wine and forced me to "sit down and relax" despite my repeated offers to help her in the kitchen. The meal was delicious and the conversation put me at ease. If anyone walked in right now, they would get the innocent impression that we were just two coworkers enjoying a friendly meal together.

Near the end of the meal I actually began to wonder if I had just been inventing all of this tension between the two of us in my mind, that Dawn was just being friendly and that I had been mistaking it for something more all along. I was sure there was something between the two of us the night before, but I had also been drinking a lot so the reality of the situation may have been completely different from my potentially distorted memory.

On the other hand, a woman doesn't dress like that for a coworker or even a friend; she was dressed to kill tonight. Even the setting was romantic as Dawn had lit a couple of candles on the dinner table and turned the lights down low.

"How was your day today? Did you manage to survive without me?" she asked jokingly as she startled me out of my train of thought.

"It was all right, mostly uneventful; I'm just glad you're feeling better. I feel responsible because I'm the one who took you to that restaurant."

"I'm sure I just drank too much. The meal was excellent." she said quickly to make me feel better.

"This meal was excellent tonight, thank you." I said.

"Of course." she said smiling. "Were you feeling okay this morning?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I forgot that I had taken a cab home the night before so I was running a bit late without my car. I actually had something weird happen as I was about to leave this morning." I said, making her ask for the details before I continued.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I grabbed Stacy's phone by mistake thinking it was mine because I forgot I had left mine in my car. I found a strange text message addressed to her from someone named Rick before I realized it was her phone." I told her, thinking this could benefit me somehow but also curious to get a woman's take on it.

"How was it strange?" she asked, her interest clearly piqued.

"Tell me how you'd interpret this, it said 'we have GOT to do that again soon, let me know' with the 'got' bit capitalized" I told her, feeling a bit silly at how naïve I probably seemed by asking that. Fortunately, Dawn didn't make me feel silly about it.

"Did you ask her about it?" she asked. "That could be any number of things, but I don't like that he capitalized 'GOT'. There's nuance there." she offered. "Do you suspect her of anything?" she asked innocently enough.

I would never think that Stacy would step out on our marriage considering how militantly she policed me, but the more I thought about it, the more obvious that message seemed to me.

"I don't know, I mean we haven't been getting on for awhile now and she suddenly told me a couple months ago that she wanted to go back to school, so she's been spending a lot of time with her classmates since she started that. I rarely see her that much anymore between her schedule and mine." I explained. "Honestly the more I read it back to myself, the more obvious it seems and the sillier I feel not realizing that all along." I revealed to Dawn candidly.

Dawn frowned. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions that she's been doing anything unsavory when you don't know all the facts. You have to ask her about it".

"You're probably right" I said and left it at that.

"Well you stay right there, I'm going to clear the table real quick and I'll be right back." she said as she stood up.

"No, let me get them." I said as I stood up, as well.

"You're my guest." she argued.

"... and you made the meal." I countered, smiling.

"We'll both do them then, and thank you." she finally said smiling.

Dawn and I worked side by side in the kitchen as she would rinse off the dishes in the sink before handing them to me to put in the dishwasher. Every now and then our fingers would brush up against one another and I'd feel a little shock of electricity shoot through me. 

I was starting to feel a slight erection coming on just from that little contact. Christ, I wanted this woman, I thought to myself. I turned away from her a bit while I loaded the rest of the dishes in the machine so I could hide the half bulge which had been brought on by her.

After the dishes were taken care of, we retired to her couch with the bottle of wine I had bought. I made sure I sat down first so she would dictate how far away we would be once we were both sitting. She sat down next to me with only about a foot between the two of us as I poured us a couple of glasses of the wine.

For the first time possibly in our entire relationship, there was an awkward pause between us which we used to look each other over and we broke out and smiled at the same time before drinking some wine.

My mind was made up, I knew what I wanted, consequences be dammed. 

I decided against just tackling her, however. I needed a bit more information before I put it all out there like that, so I worked with an idea I came up with on the ride over.

"Sorry about last night." I finally said.

She raised her eyebrows, unsure of what I was referring to or where I was going with this. "What do you mean? I had a wonderful time." she asked curiously.

"Well I just think I may have acted a bit unprofessionally at the end of the night, you know, when we were saying goodnight?" 

Dawn gave a small but attentive smile and nod as she knew what I was referring to.

"I mean I had been drinking, not that that's an excuse, but..." I said as Dawn waited for me to finish my sentence. "I just didn't want you to think that I was taking advantage of you." I finally said.

Dawn kept nodding and then let out a quick laugh to herself as if she had just had a realization.

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you!" she said, smiling with a hint of excitement.

"How do you mean?" I asked, laughing.

Dawn paused for a moment and bit her lip. "You were going to kiss me, weren't you?" she finally asked quietly, keeping her eyes on mine.

"... Yes." I said nodding my head and laughing to myself with a bit of embarrassment at admitting it.

"Well I could tell you were vulnerable from what you had told me about your marriage, and we had both been drinking, so I pulled away as kind of a reaction." she explained.

"Oh wow." I exclaimed, feeling really embarrassed now. "You must have thought I was such a creep." I told her with a look of concern.

Dawn got quiet and looked down at her wine glass then back at me. "Can I tell you something?" she asked.

God yes, I thought to myself. "Of course." I said trying not to sound too eager, staring her into the eyes.

"I really wanted to kiss you, too." she revealed, trying to look away but looking for my reaction.

Okay, all bets are off, I thought to myself in what had to be one of the most exciting moments of my life to that point. I figured I would let Dawn be the next to speak before I said anything to ruin this. It was clear she had the same idea as me as she wasn't offering anything else. I eventually decided I had to be the one break the silence.

"So what are we saying then?" I finally asked.

Dawn looked like she had just made up her mind about something when she finally responded.

"Okay, cards out on the table." she quickly said. "On the one hand, you have a wife. I had a husband I trusted who went behind my back for another woman, and I could never forgive him for that. I told myself I would never be that other woman to anyone else." she told me.

I stared at her in anticipation, praying to hear the details of the other hand.

"On the other hand," she continued, "I like you. I really like you and in a way that I haven't liked a man since I can remember..." Her voice trailed off there. Was this my cue? Was I going to dive off of this ledge? God I just wanted to kiss her and figure out life later.




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"So what are you saying?" I asked, stalling for time as I made up my own mind. It was pretty obvious to both of us what she was saying.

"I'm saying I can't ask you to..." she paused, trying to find the right words. "I know it's a coward's position I'm taking here..." I stared at her vehemently as she continued. "Now you know how I feel about you. If you want something to happen here, then you have to make the first..."

I didn't wait to let her finish her sentence as I practically lunged at her, took her in my arms, and kissed her with more passion than I had ever felt for a woman in my entire life. She responded with a soft whimper into my mouth as she kissed me back. She instinctively parted her lips as I slithered my tongue into her mouth and found her eager tongue greet me as they danced and sparred with one another in our collective mouth.

I ran my right hand along the side of her head, through her silky hair, while I lifted my other hand to begin stroking the outside of her right breast through her dress and bra.

Now that we had passed the point of no return, I decided that my first goal in that moment was to finally get a glimpse of those two wonderful and sizable mounds of flesh I had long wondered about and had recently become obsessed with.

I broke our kiss and began planting light but wet kisses with my lips and the tip of my tongue starting at her ears as she moaned with approval and clutched my torso and head tight to her. I moved to her neck and slowly began making progress down, paying extra attention to her collar bone which caused a shiver in her. As I continued down her chest to where her cleavage began, I broke off to one side and began lightly licking and kissing the inside of the top of her left breast.

As she continued to sigh and moan, I grew bolder and moved my hand to push away the straps of her dress, hoping this was what she had in mind, as well. To my delight, she began to pull me tighter to her body to urge me on while I pulled the straps down.

I pulled my mouth away from her delicious flesh for a moment so that I could admire my progress. Dawn looked incredible with her cocktail dress fallen in a crumpled heap at her sides and her black lacy floral patterned bra on display as her last line of defense, struggling to keep their contents locked up. The word "struggling" was an understatement. If Dawn looked busty in the office, wearing her turtleneck sweaters, she looked positively immense here, overflowing even in her double D cup bra.

That was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen, I decided in my head. Dawn just smiled at me as I'm sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth as I ogled her. After all, I was giving her the look that just about every straight woman hopes to receive from her man.

"I don't suppose you want to see them, do you?" she said, teasing with a faux innocent tone.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it." I said, managing to choke out the words, still intentionally staring lewdly at her chest to convey how turned on I was for her.

Dawn slowly reached her hands behind her back to find the straining clasp of her bra. As she unhooked the clasp, she arched her back to making them bulge further and give a more dramatic effect. She clutched the unhooked bra to her chest for a moment before slowly pulling it down from the front.

I felt my eyes widening as I took them in, not a foot away from me. Now you have to keep in mind that the majority of my first hand experience with tits was Stacy, who was swimming in a B cup. And while I don't consider myself an expert, I've seen a good bit of porn and enough "perfect" big tits to last a lifetime. 

Dawn was different, though. They were two nearly identically sized globes of porcelein white skin without a single imperfection save for two sizable light chocolate colored areolas which I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around. Of course her breasts hung down with a decent bit of sag, but not as much as you'd expect on someone her age after carrying them around her whole life, but as far as I was concerned, that bit of sag just made them look better. They were perfectly proportioned on her body, and to me were the greatest pair I had ever seen. They were real.

"I figured you were a tit man from the looks I've caught you giving me." she said, grinning. Dawn's words brought me out of my trance and back to reality.

"You're beautiful." I said vehemently in response.

"Thank you." she replied, smiling. "They're all right." she said, looking down at her chest.

I moved back in and kissed her passionately on the lips. Just then, Dawn pulled away, lifted the straps of her dress and replaced them around her shoulders, picked up her bra from her lap, and stood up. Shit had I done something wrong I wondered? Don't tell me she was getting second thoughts or wanted to take things slow now of all times I thought to myself.

I needn't have worried, as she reached out her hand to me. I took her hand and stood up, and she led me down a dark hallway to a bedroom where she lit a single candle on the bedside table before she turned back to me. She looked gorgeous standing there in that soft, dancing light. I approached her, taking her into my arms and kissing her passionately once more.

She kept her lips on mine as her hands rushed to unbutton my shirt from the top, finally pulling it off of me. Her hands then moved to my pants as she removed my belt and began undoing my pants. She pulled my pants down off of me as I pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head. I kicked off my shoes, socks, and pants until I was only in my boxer shorts. We embraced once more and I pulled the straps of her dress down but this time it fell to the floor so that she was down to a pair of sexy black laced panties with a little bow at the top.

Here I was, standing with my secretary (who was 20 years my senior) in her bedroom, wearing nothing but our underwear. What a difference a couple of days can make, I couldn't help but think to myself.

I didn't feel like thinking anymore as I aggressively pushed her onto her back on the bed. I climbed on top of her and Dawn must have liked my aggression as it seemed like an animalistic change suddenly came over her and she got much more aggressive herself. She pulled her tongue out of my mouth and move to my neck and began frantically biting and nibbling as I fondled her breasts. I picked her up and moved her further onto the bed so that I could slide down and experience her tits firsthand.

I left a trail of tongue kisses down her neck and chest until I was where I wanted to be. I cupped her right breast in my hands, slowly moving my fingers closer to her nipples and began lightly ribbing the tip of it. She had a slight convulsion at my touch as I moved my right hand to her left breast and began doing the same.

I finally began kissing the side of her right breast, licking from just below her nipple to the salty underside, making sure to give complete praise to every inch without leaving a spot out. This also served to tease her as I intentionally avoided her nipple. It was now or never, I figured, and her soft moans gave way to gasps as I covered her nipple with my mouth and begin to whip my tongue across and suck the flesh in with fervor.

I could barely get her entire nipple into my mouth it was so vast. I started nibbling her nipple which sent her bucking into the air at first but I restrained her so that she couldn't move as I increased the intensity. Without losing contact between my mouth and her nipple, I climbed my body to her left side and began inching my hand down her stomach and toward her waist.

When I reached her underwear, I located the top of her labia and began lightly stroking her clitoris through her panties. Her moans increased in volume, and after a moment of this I decided to push it further and moved my hand under her panties so that my digits were resting on her uncovered clit. 

"Oh godddd" she cried out, bucking once again straight up into the air and throwing my mouth of her for a moment. I moved to the other breast I had been neglecting and enveloped her nipple with my mouth. I teased the tip of her nipple tenderly at first before clamping down harder and whipping my tongue back and forth. I dialed up the intensity of my fingers on her sex, as well, and she started spasming even harder than before. "Oh my goddd, oh my goddd" she kept repeating through moans.

Watching Dawn's excitement was beginning to really get to me as I felt my own organ growing between Dawn's passionate cries and the friction she was causing against it by bucking back and forth. 

I decided it was time and climbed up on top of her. Dawn lifted her butt off of the bed to allow me to remove her now soaking wet panties. I put my weight on my elbows and hovered above her as she reached down and stroke my cock through my boxers.

I'm not the biggest guy, but at 7 inches I knew I was slightly above average in the size department and in this moment I felt a bit bigger than usual. I looked for her reaction, and Dawn didn't look in the least bit disappointed when we slid my boxers off together.

"Hmm look at that." she cooed. "Did I do that?" she asked with the same sexy faux innocent tone which was driving me crazy.

"I'm afraid so." I confessed. "What should we do with it?" I teased, feigning naivety myself.

"I have an idea of what we can do with it. I know just where to put it" she said while gently but firmly grasping at cock's base and pulling me slowly toward her slit.

I held back for a moment as my own thought caught me by surprise. "Maybe it's silly to mention, but should we have protection?" I asked in part as a courtesy to her before realizing that I likely wasn't helping the mood by asking.

"Don't worry about it" she quickly replied as she pulled me toward her more forcefully and I relinquished all control to her. I wasn't sure if she even registered what I had said, but I didn't think on it any longer as my mind was completely focused on the pleasure we were about to give each other.

When I finally reached her, Dawn rubbed my cock up and down her entrance before slowly parting her lips and guiding my head into her anxiously waiting slit.

"Oh" we both exclaimed, nearly in unison at the sheer euphoric bliss we were beginning to experience together as I slowly pushed through the ring of nerve endings and muscles at her opening.

Dawn was sopping wet down there as I worked my way in but despite this, she still felt snug as I worked further in, inch by inch. She was tighter than I would have imagined before I realized that having never been with an older woman (or any other woman besides my wife), I really didn't know what to expect. Eventually I looked down to see that I was all the way in to the hilt and felt myself rubbing against her cervix. 

I held myself there, being inside Dawn completely for the first time. Being inside Dawn's warm sex felt incredible, a strange but wonderful mix of soft satin and electricity somehow. I looked down at my mature lover. She looked happy and content as my cock seemed to fill her out perfectly in full. I brought my lips to hers and we shared our most intimate kiss yet, long and slow with our tongues intertwined as I slowly pulled my cock out of her until only the tip stayed in.

"Let's take it slow at first; it's been a little while for me." she told me as we broke the kiss. I nodded and pushed forward once again and worked my way back in, watching my cock disappear once more as she shut her eyes and moaned. 

I slowly built up my rhythm. I was in no hurry and truthfully was content to go all night in that moment as I was experiencing pure and constant bliss. We would share deep, intermittent kisses when we weren't burying our heads in each other's flesh because the sensations were too intense.

After a few moments, I began to increase my pace and Dawn sealed her eyes shut and bit her lip. I craned my neck down and began alternating sucking on each of her tits. At the same time, while supporting myself with one arm, I moved the other down and found her clit with my index and middle fingers and began rubbing her furiously, a technique which proved to be very effective on Stacy. 

That must have caught her by surprise because Dawn flashed her eyes wide open and began bucking wildly and crying out "Jesus!", "Oh my God!", and other variations in succession. After a minute of this I felt her vagina contract repeatedly and clamp down harder on my cock involuntarily. She clawed at my back with her fingernails as her orgasm began to hit her hard in full.

Nothing does it for me like seeing a woman in complete ecstasy, and seeing Dawn going wild from the sensations I was giving her proved to be too much for me. I felt my balls tighten up and knew my own orgasm was imminent.

"Oh God..." I muttered, "I'm going to cum" I cried out, half to excite her and half to warn her in the outside chance she didn't want me exploding inside of her.

She simply responded by crying out "Deeper!" to me and locking her thighs around my buttocks. I groaned as I pushed deeper into Dawn spasming pussy than I had ever been in a woman in my life, then gasped as my cockhead swelled and I felt the first burst of my seed fire from my balls to deep into Dawn's womb. 

Stacy and I hadn't had sex in a few months and I hadn't even had time to pleasure myself in a few weeks because of work, so when that first burst hit me, I could tell this was going to be a big one.

I kissed Dawn wildly as our shared orgasm washed over us in our private world of euphoria. I felt her lock her thighs even tighter as I continued to shoot round after round of cum into her. I can't remember how long that orgasm lasted, I lost count after the tenth jet of my semen coated Dawn's insides, but it had to have been a personal record for me in what was the most intense orgasm of my life.

All of my sexual repression, all of the taboo of the situation, everything about this woman had made it happen. I felt like I had lost my virginity all over again as we lay there catching our breath after our orgasm subsided. We lay there in each other's arms, staring into each other's eyes like googly eyed teenagers.

"Well that just happened." I said after I caught my breath, trying to suppress a grin.

"Yes it did. What did you think about it?" she asked with a slight tone of concern.

"It was incredible." I admitted.

"Yes it was." she said happily as we stroked each other's flesh.

"You asked me why I never dressed in the office like I did tonight." she said after a moment. "I've felt an attraction to you for awhile now, but figured nothing would ever come of it. I didn't dress like that because I knew why I would be doing it, and I didn't want to let myself get into that head space." she explained.

"What head space is that?" I asked.

"Of trying to get you." she admitted.

I smiled at her. "Well now you have me." I said as I kissed her on the nose and snuggled closer to her, the friction of which brought my member to life again as it stirred against her.

"Hmm what's that I feel on my leg?" she asked once again in her faux innocent but sexy as hell voice which was rapidly growing on me.

"I think he's just saying 'hello'." I said, trying to match her tone and a bit genuinely surprised I was getting hard so soon after that particular orgasm.

"Well I don't want to be rude, I should go give him a proper greeting" she said as she slid beneath the sheets. I suddenly felt light kisses on the head of my cock, as if she was getting acquainted with it. After a moment, I felt Dawn's warm mouth envelope my head as her tongue swathed around the tip. Ten seconds in and I was in heaven.

Whether it was her religious background or just a lack of interest in doing it, Stacy only ever went down on me two times, neither of which I could ever enjoy because she acted like I was forcing or guilting her into it (in retrospect I probably was). I had only ever dated one girl seriously before Stacy, and while she tried her best to please me that way, this was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life.

I pulled back the covers to get a better view of my lover going to work on my shaft. Dawn turned her head sideways and took near my entire girth in her mouth as she ran her tongue up and down alongside it. I stroked my fingers through her hair while I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

Dawn then settled down and began sucking the entire length of my shaft in and out of her mouth in earnest, slowly and tenderly toward her goal. 

She gently wrapped her hand around me just below her lips and would stroke up and down while twisting her hand lightly to match the movements she was making with her mouth. That's when it began to feel incredible as I felt my second orgasm approaching. I opened my eyes and watched her work on my cock with expert attention. Even the slurping and groaning sounds she was making as she went were more exciting than anything Stacy had ever done.

God this was about the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Or so I thought until a moment later when she locked eyes with me as she continued to work up and down on my shaft with a faster tempo and renewed determination. 

Watching my organ in her mouth with her eyes staring deeply into mine was too much; she must have known that would end it for me because I felt my balls begin to swell up as she braced for impact with her mouth wrapped tightly around my cock. I started to shake as my orgasm hit me. I groaned and lay my head back as my balls emptied their contents into Dawn's mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat with my cum as she slurped and swallowed it all down, never budging.

My orgasm finally subsided and she sensed this as my body loosened up and she released my cock from the wonderful prison that was her mouth before giving the head a couple more light kisses and returning to my arms. 

I think I'm in trouble, I thought to myself as I pulled her closer. Were all women like this, or even just all older women I asked myself as I wondered what I had been missing out on. Somehow I knew that it wasn't other women, it was entirely Dawn.

All in all, we made love four times that night. Four and a half if you count an ambitious attempt in her tiny shower.

As I was collecting my things at the end of the night, I told her I had to see her again like this, but that we couldn't tell anyone anything until I figured everything out. She didn't much like the idea of sneaking around and being "the tramp" as she put it, but we were so addicted to each other's bodies she begrudgingly went along with it after the marathon session we had had tonight.

We carried on like this for a few blissful weeks. I didn't see Stacy much as I told her I was working late most of the time when I'd go over to Dawn's after work. A handful of times I really was working late, and Dawn was only too happy to keep me company. We had a few quickies in my office and came dangerously close to getting caught one or twice which of course just made it that much better.

She was always sweet, caring, generous, and she had a great and sarcastic sense of humor which always had me laughing, not to mention she was a spectacular cook. She even had a love of cinema and enjoyed going with me to see independent and foreign films at the local indie theater, something I could never get Stacy to do.

Dawn began dressing more casually at work, as well, wearing skirts and dresses which complimented her figure almost daily which earned her lots of compliments from our coworkers and of course which delighting me to no end. One day in the break room I heard a couple of our coworkers note that a change had seemed to have come over her out of nowhere and that she looked more confident, attractive, and even youthful seemingly overnight. Little did they know the reason, I smiled to myself, as I simply agreed with them. 




Trading in Our "V-Cards"



This is my first work. I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments. Also, many thanks to regalsub for the editing work!



Anthony is romantic, kind of nerdy, and a total sweetheart. He also has a disconcerting passion for video games; but I digress. He's a pretty good catch as far as boyfriends go. We haven't gone far, and I wanted to wait until I was 18 before going all the way. Call me a goody two shoes, but that is the promise I made to myself. 

I find myself wondering, though, what it would feel like when we make love for the first time. I lay here at night, idly fondling a breast, imagining his hand in place of mine, his fingers gliding over a place I still don't understand yet, but is being awakened by feelings I can't quite comprehend.

I guess I should tell you about myself. I'm Jordan, and today I am 18. I'm 5'7", with short auburn hair and green eyes. I'm not a stunner, but have been told by multiple people that I really am very pretty. I look delicate, but am lean and strong from years of all-star cheer-leading and hip hop. My breasts are small, a 32A, and I wear anywhere from a size 0-2 in jeans. I guess my best features are my legs and butt. My legs are supermodel long, and my butt is perky and toned. Anthony always said that my ass was the first thing he noticed about me, besides my face. Silly boy.

I'm having my birthday dinner tonight. Anthony is coming over of course. He will be bringing me gifts, but what he doesn't know is that I'm going to be giving him a gift too.

I stand in front of my mirror, psyching myself up for tonight. "Ok Jordan," I say to myself, "Tonight will be wonderful, and perfect, and... and..." I pause, hearing the doorbell ring. That would be Anthony. I walk out of my room and head downstairs to go and answer the door, pecking Anthony on the cheek as he steps through the threshold.

Anthony smiles at my parents across the table as I sit quietly, playing with a fork. "Thanks for the dinner, it was truly delicious." he says. They nod and smile, and accept our request to go upstairs. I trot up the stairs in front of him, knowing he enjoys the view. I close the door, hearing it snick into place, and the soft whisper of the lock sliding home. 

I turn around, smiling as he takes me in his arms and kisses me softly. "Happy Birthday Darling," he says. I kiss back gently, thanking him with my lips.

I lead him to the bed, both of us sitting down side by side. My hips are gently caressed as Anthony's lips move against mine with a little more passion. I freeze, and I know he understands I am fearful of my parents walking in on us. "It's your birthday," he says, "and I want to be with you, and we can deal with your parents if anything happens". 

I nod, pressing my lips back to his, using more force as I slide slowly into his lap. I sigh happily as his tongue slides into my mouth, dancing eagerly with mine. My hands slowly unbutton one of the buttons on his Polo. His hands caress the skin along the bottom edge of my shirt, then slip underneath, lightly tickling my back. We start pulling each other's shirts off when my mother knocks at the door, asking how we are doing. 

I smirk at Anthony, mouthing, "Told you so." then call back calmly, "We're great, Mom, just surfing the web." She calls a goodbye through the door and promises not to bother us again. How fantastic.

Anthony's heart is beating as fast as mine as he leans down to take my shirt off hurriedly. I return the favor by removing his more slowly, deliberately trailing my hand down his abs as his tongue twines sinuously with mine once more. I feel his hands find the front of my bra, and they gently squeeze my breasts through the lacy material. I sigh against his mouth, feeling his tentativeness as he slides his hands towards the hooks that will bare my breasts for him to see. I guide his hands back to the hooks as they start sliding forward again, and he takes it off, seeing my perky pink nipples for the first time. 

I notice that his breathing is becoming heavier, and I feel something warm pressing against my butt. I look down, and blush like crazy as I see his erection is the problem. 

Anthony apologizes profusely, saying, "I'm sorry Jordan, I can't help it. Being with you drives me crazy in the best way!" I look him in the eyes, my own emotions flitting across my face, and he sees something that makes his own brown eyes widen. 

"Jordan, what is it?" he asks. 

I take a deep breath, "I...I wanted to give myself up to you tonight." 

He looks shocked by my words, stuttering, "Gi..give yourself? To me?"  

I blush and nod, wanting to make fun of the look on his face, but suddenly realize I can't speak. He smiles a little, asking me if I'm sure. I tell him I've never been surer.

He lays me down on the bed, kissing my lips as his fingertips stroke my nipples, making them perkier and excited. He suddenly takes his lips from mine and suckles first one, then the other. The suction is exquisite. 

I reach for the bulge pressing against my hips, squeezing it gently, his gasps proving that I must be doing something right. I squeeze harder, and start rubbing my hand along the outline pressing against his jeans. Our sexual arousal seems to increase along the same line, and as I feel his hard-on grinding slightly against my hand, I realize that there is a dampness in my panties that thrills me. 

His hands slide from squeezing my ass to hovering over the button on my shorts, and I press the most private part of myself against him, begging him to undo them.

He slides them off my long legs, dropping them to the floor behind us, revealing a lacy thong that has become damp from my excitement. I look at him, noticing the hungry look that has started to replace the look of nervousness as he takes in what has previously been hidden from view. Anthony looks back at me, and before I can even blink, he is crushing his lips to mine with a newer force, a hunger that sends liquid ripples through my body, melting away the rest of my insecurities.

It is different, this kissing, rawer, more passionate, more animalistic. 

Basically, it's hot.

My hands move from caressing his neck to unbuttoning his jeans, blushing as his cock springs even harder against his boxer briefs. As the jeans come off, I return to massaging him through his underwear. 

He breaks away, gasping heavily. "Jordan, I...I want to feel you down there." 

My lusty moans answer his question with perfect clarity. I feel his fingers leave a tingling trail down my taut stomach, sliding into my panties, encountering a slippery heat that turns him on even more. He lightly presses a finger against my entrance, his thumb brushing my clit at the same time, leaving me gasping. 

I slide my hand into his Calvins, feeling his cock for the first time. How can something so hard be so hot and silky at the same time? I roll his cock through my hand, entranced by the feel of it. He slides his fingers between my lips and into my pussy with increasing tempo, his thumb strumming my clit, his grunts and my mewling keeping perfect time.

We are getting closer, I can feel it. I'm so wet, and I can feel his cock starting to pulse gently in my hand. Anthony whispers to me, barely able to get out his question, "Are you ready? I want to be...inside you...so bad." 

I scoot up onto my elbows as he pulls my panties off, and then takes his boxers off. I gulp at the impressive size of his cock, finally realizing that I've been fondling a python. He is off in his own reverie at viewing my bare pussy, a thin strip of reddish hair glistening from my arousal. He suddenly looks up, noticing my wide eyes staring in the general direction of his crotch, and frowning at the incompatible sizes. 

He whispers, "I'll be gentle baby, I swear." I ask if I can guide it in, and he nods.

I take his cock and pull it gently toward my slick opening. His precum drips onto my pussy lips as the tip of his head penetrates me and I have to stop, feeling my pussy being stretched in ways that fingers would never do. Anthony puts his arms around me and kisses me gently, struggling not to lose control and plunge into my depths wildly. I get him in halfway before sighing in frustration and a little bit of pain. 

"Anthony? Maybe if you started thrusting, it could get in further?", I pant.

He nods thoughtfully, and shallowly starts thrusting, slowly working another inch into my tight, slick hole. The resistance and pulsing is slowly starting to go from pain to pleasure. I moan loudly, instinctively bringing my legs closer in to my body, and I feel his eight-and-a-half inch cock sink in to the hilt, shocking us both. The look on his face as he feels my warm velvet grip completely encompassing his silky steel tool is priceless. 

I wrap my long legs around his waist, bringing him as close to me as possible. He runs his fingers through my hair, tugging on a lock as he brings his lips back to mine, his cock starting to pump slowly in and out once again. I feel him pull out completely, the emptiness devastating, before thrusting back in once more, this time at a faster rate. 

I dig my nails into his shoulders, to keep myself from screaming loud, but the thought that my parents are downstairs is quickly drowned out by the feeling of his thumb once again tickling my clit. He says my name like a prayer as the tempo of our coupling increases, and I can feel myself getting wetter. The waves of warmth that have been flowing through my body are increasing, and I can feel this tingling in my pussy that is amazing.

His cock throbs even harder inside me, and he whispers hoarsely, "Baby, this feels so amazing, but...I can't...hold back...any...more...Unh! Where should I ...release?!" 

I ponder slowly, getting distracted between his well-timed thrusts, "Well, I don't want to get pregnant, but...Oh baby that feels good!...but I've heard that I haven't had true sex until the guy cums inside me...Oh GOD Anthony YES!"

Well, that did it.

He grunts low and deep, ropes of cum spurting into me with astonishing speed. Anthony keeps thrusting into me, brushing my clit until my own muffled whimpers and screams signal that I've experienced a mind-blowing orgasm of my own. I can't feel my legs, and I feel like all my joints have become unhinged, which isn't an unpleasant feeling, under the circumstances. Our combined juices leak out, even as his cock continues to fill me.

Anthony kisses me deeply as our orgasms fade, both of us glowing over our lost virginities. "Happy Birthday, babe", he says.

Why, yes, it certainly was.

The Beginning



Trading My Wife For Her Mother



I often wonder how much of life is planned and how much is just random. In any case this is my mostly true story.

This happened many years ago, but it is burned into my memory like it was yesterday, I guess it's best in this case if you get to know a few things about the people in the story, so I'll start with me. I'm 20 years old 6' about 180#, maybe a 7 on a scale of 10, great shape, I just got out of the army, after my tour in Vietnam, My girl Gail is 19, 5'8" about 125# and looks, well? The only word that comes to mind is "breathtaking" Long black hair, a movie star face, flat stomach, wide hips, with b-cup breasts, and legs that go on forever. I've seen men freeze in their tracks just to get a good look at her. 

We had only dated about a year before I was drafted, so we made a pact, that while I was away for 2 years, we would date other people, and when I got back if we still felt the same, we would start over. I thought this would eliminate me from being a "Dear John" victim. 

Well, I was back and after a shaky 6 month start, we were starting to get serious. But one problem bothered me, with all that equipment, Gail was not that into sex. Oh, she had her orgasms, and was always available but she was not the wild child I had hoped for especially considering her knockout looks.

One night I was at Gail's house when her mother came home a little tipsy , and sat down to talk, her dad worked nights and was rarely if ever present, mostly he was working, or in his basement with his latest hobby. In any case after Gail's mom got a few drinks in me, the subject turned to marriage. Well the drunker I got the more the idea seemed to make sense ...OK, I wasn't really thinking straight. Within an hour the wedding was planned for the next month. 

Now this might be the best time to tell you about mys Betty is about 49, a big woman, 5'10" about 200#, it's easy to see what Gail will look like in 30 years. But the thing you noticed most about Betty was the biggest set of tits I've ever seen, and they stood out from Betty's large frame, to the point they showed up in a room, long before she did. Which left me with a hard dick whenever I saw her. As in-laws go I got along pretty well, with Gail's dad, but I have to admit her mom, drove me crazy. Added to this Betty was the unofficial matriarch of the family, which made her even more intimidating.

The wedding went off as planned, and I found myself a married man at the age of 20, Gail and I got a little apartment and started married life, such as it was. The sex got better but was never the wild crazy life of newly weds. We visited Gail's parents often, and I began to notice that while Gail was very subdued sexually, it seemed to be on her mother's mind constantly, and she spoke about it freely, and often, mostly how she and her husband were partners. But no longer lovers. She once told me if she got it twice in one year it was a good year. 

Betty and I became great friends and drinking buddies over the next year. But one thing kept playing over and over in my mind...I had to at least see those tits. Now, Betty would invite Gail and I over for dinner and drinks several nights a week, but since Gail didn't drink she often stayed home or went out shopping and it would only be Betty, and myself, since her husband worked nights. One night Betty called a little later then usual and asked if I would come over and get her car started. So, I got the cables and a few tools and started over to my mother's house. When I got there I was surprised to see all the lights were off except for the upper bedroom window I let myself in and Betty called from the bedroom for me to come on up, and when I got to the bedroom door I saw Betty, spread out on the bed with only a nightgown on, it was pale blue and one of those you would see an older woman wear, with several layers of silky cloth that while it was see through, you couldn't see much. 

I mentioned the car, and Betty smiled and said it was running just fine and why don't I just lie down on the bed next to her and talk. My mind was spinning, wondering just what I was doing there, but I took off my shoes and laid down, then Betty sat up a little and I noticed that for the first time I was seeing her for the first time without a bra, which made those tits seem even bigger but with some sag because of their size. Well this made my cock come to life immediately, which did not go unnoticed, and Betty brought her hand over to the bulge in my jeans, and she suggested I might be more comfortable if I loosened them, or even took them off. Now I was not inexperienced with women, but hey this was my mother, tits or no tits. Betty proceeded to take my jeans off for me followed by my socks, and my shirt. Now completely naked with the hardest dick I can remember, I feeling a little intimidated not only by my nakedness but thoughts of her daughter, my wife of six months possibly walking in at any minute.

This and the fact that Betty was the strongest woman I'd ever met and the head of the family. The situation began to seem unreal, until Betty bent over and took my cock in her mouth, and began the best blowjob I had since Bangkok a year earlier. After bringing me to the brink several times Betty backed off to pull her nightgown over her head, to reveal, not only the biggest tits I had ever seen, but nipples well over an inch long and hard as diamonds, her areolas' were the size of small plate and between her legs was the thickest thatch of salt and pepper hair I'd ever seen. 

This was all I could take as a red blooded 20 year old, and I put my mouth on one of those huge nipples and began to suck, Betty began to moan, and started to stroke my cock. I finally broke loose to moved up for really deep kiss and we continued to explore each other bodies with our hands. I started to go down to get a better look at that hairy pussy, but Betty had other ideas, and moved under me into a 69 position, I found her button, with my tongue just about the time she deep throated my cock. There I was almost ready to pass out, with my cock down Betty's throat and Betty bucking and moaning like Saigon whore. Afraid I would cum any minute I pulled out of her mouth, and turned around to take her missionary style. Betty laid back, and her tits rolled to the side of her chest, as I started to enter her. She was so wet and hot it didn't take much until I was all the way in. Looking down all I could see was her massive amount of hair in which my cock had disappeared. I began to stroke in and out while sucking on those remarkable nipples. I was really pounding her hard while Betty's head was rolling side to side with her eyes closed, and moaning so loud I thought people on the street would hear her. Just then she let out a scream and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I couldn't take any more and began to shoot rope after rope of hot cum into that hairy pussy, then I just dropped down on to her trying to catch my breath, with my dick still in her. Betty was now looking up at me with a cat like smile. Like I said she was a big woman and could easily handle my weight. 

After my brain reconnected I rolled off of her and she put her head in the crook of my arm, and began to tell me the most incredible story. It seems she liked me right off and had planned from the beginning not so much for me to marry her daughter, but to get me for her lover. A replacement in her bed for a husband who was no longer interested in sex. 

Well, 25 years later, and while the daughter is just OK with sex about once or twice a month, the mother requires servicing 3-4 times a week, and Betty's appetite has not slowed with age, even at 74, she's still the greatest piece of ass any "husband" I mean son could ask for. While she has lost weight with age, her tits are still the biggest I've ever seen

Oh, by the way those tits 40EE I had to know!

Betty's been gone now about 12 years and I still miss her, besides the sex, she was an incredible woman.



Trading Places



I first met Julie in a pub while attending an after work celebration for a friend’s birthday.  We were all pretty tanked up at the time when somehow we got on the discussion of who made better lovers – men or women.  After nearly everyone had given their opinion, Julie finally spoke up.  “I have had a number of lovers over the years but not one that has been able to truly satisfy me.”  “It seems most men can last two, maybe three rounds, then they run out of steam.”  “I can make love all night but have never met my match in a man.” “Some have brought me close to orgasm but none have really brought me over the top.”

“Well…,I blurted out, “None of that would be true if you had met me first.”  My buddy Gary elbowed me discreetly and rolled his eyes as if to say “what in the world could you be thinking about to make a statement like that?  But there was a method to my madness that I would not share with anyone else that night.  You see, I am one of three identical triplets.  My  brothers Jason and Mike look just like me in every detail.

Julie laughed heartily, “Sounds like you might be calling my bluff Rick.” Do you really think you are up to it?  I knew she meant nothing by it and from the way we had been looking each other over through the evening, come win or lose, we were both going to enjoy the trial.  At six-foot two, two-hundred and five pounds I still had the build of a college athlete.  Julie was about 5’7” maybe 110 pounds.  She had near shoulder length blonde hair and piercing, mischievious brown eyes.  Although her frame her rather slight, she had more than full breasts and a really great ass.  As our friends’ interest in the conversation grew, we agreed to put off the bet until we could discuss it further over the phone at a later date.  From the looks on their faces, our horny friends seemed extremely disappointed that they would never learn the outcome of the challenge between Julie and I.

The  next day, I contacted each of my brothers who, still unmarried, couldn’t get to my place fast enough to take part in the little plot I was hatching.  I emailed them a current photo of myself and asked that they try to match haircuts as close as possible.  “For this to work,” I told them, “there must be no possibility that Julie could be able to detect any differences between us.”

I called Julie and told her I was ready for the big night.  “Your place or mine,” she questioned.  Naturally, for my brothers to participate in our staged lovemaking scheme, I would have to hide them throughout my two-bedroom apartment.  Timing would be critical, as we didn’t want to trip over each other or, worse yet, chance having Julie spot us together at any time. “My place will be fine,” I replied.  “Would you like to have dinner first?  “No thanks,” she declined, “You have already succeeded with the wining and dining part – let’s just get right down to business.”  I felt a stiffening in my pants as I digested her bold and lustful remark.  “Okay by me, be over around nine.”  “I’ll be there,” she shot back – “just don’t be too disappointed if you can’t do what some many others have failed to do.”  With that she hung up abruptly and left me anticipating the evening.

My brothers arrived several hours before Julie the next evening and we rehearsed our strategy for rotating as partners with her that night.  We scoped out all of the good hiding places in the apartment including the second bedroom closet, the utility room, pantry and extra bathroom.  Once everyone knew the game plan, we all took our respective places in the apartment.  I was scheduled to go first and would meet Julie at the door.

When the doorbell rang, I jumped off  couch and ran to answer it.  I opened the door and was especially pleased to see how delicious she looked.  She wore a tight ribbed sweater that struggled unsuccessfully to contain her ample tits.  Her jeans were also skin tight and highlighted her well-rounded ass and left little to the imagination.  For a moment I thought, she is hot enough that I could possibly spend the whole night just doing her myself.  But I decided to go ahead and stick with the game plan.

She came in and, sitting on the couch, patted the sofa pillow next to her beckoning me to sit beside her.  As I did, she cozied up to me and ran her hand up my chest and gripping my chin, gave me an open-mouth kiss flicking her tongue in and out as she did.  My hands found her waist and, as we kissed, I let them roam up to cup her breasts.  The initial chemistry was overwhelming.  We were both so ready, out clothes came off in a blur of sweaters, slacks, bra and shorts flying every which way.

I lowered her head on the sofa armrest and knelt between her legs.  As she grabbed my shaft and guided it in, I held her ankles with her knees bent and her legs cradling me.  I started with long deep strokes but, for this first tryst, things were destined to happen fast.  As she increased her pace, pushing up furiously to meet me, I responded in kind pumping away at her with all my energy.  In no time, I exploded in a very pleasant climax and, as I relished that last few moments of pleasure looked down upon Julie’s face noticing that her eyes were wide open and she was smiling a devilish sort of grin.  Unbelievable, I thought –she had already attempted to gain the upper hand by draining me as quickly as she could.  But I wasn’t going to make it that easy for her.

Grabbing her thighs, I flipped her over and brought her onto her knees.  I was still plenty hard and I wasn’t going to call in the next shift just yet.  Moving behind her, I drove me seven-inch penis into her love tunnel, while cupping her pendulous breasts.  This time, I controlled the pace.  I drew long strokes at first, letting the head of my penis occasionally slip out and then back in in one rough thrust.  Not wanting to be totally dominating, she cooperated with my efforts to elevate her and my pleasure. Soon she was rotating her hips in large circles twisting my dick around like a corkscrew.  At that instant, I realized that Julie was a very experienced lover and probably had a wide assortment of movements to chose from.  I enjoyed her writhing on my dick and feeling I was close to coming, released her breasts and began fingering her clit.  She had still not orgasmed but I could at least tell from the way she closed her eyes and tilted back her head that my simultaneous stroking and rubbing was having the desired effect.  Unfortunately, her blithe wiggling of my penis was more than I could stand.   She had tremendous control of her vaginal muscles and was basically able to squeeze and release my shaft at will.  I erupted in another great orgasm, spewing cum into her pussy and collapsing on top of her.

As we untangled ourselves from each other, I felt my dick beginning to soften a little.  Time for reinforcements, I thought.  Excusing myself, I told Julie I was going into the kitchen to get some wine.  She winked and rising walked into the master bedroom, where she proceeded to browse the photographs of me and my buddies on the wall.  I entered the kitchen and tapped quietly on the pantry door.  Jason stood there looking a bit exasperated,  “What took you so long”, he complained.  “Hey, Jason,” I reminded him, “It’s only been a half hour or so.”  “When you see Julie for the first time, it will have been worth the wait.”  Grabbing the already open bottle of wine out of the fridge and a few glasses, I passed the baton to Jason.

Entering the bedroom, Jason found Julie glancing intently at  photo of Rick and two of his buddies barechested at the beach.  “Nice pecs,” noted Julie.  Stark naked and her face still suffused from the previous lovemaking, Julie’s appearance caused Jason to develop and immediate and larger than normal hard-on.  As he had on a bathrobe, she didn’t notice it at first.  Pouring the wine into glasses he set one on the night stand for her and sat on the bed sipping from his own glass.  For the next few minutes, they made idle chit-chat, then suddenly a quizzical look came over Julie’s face.  “It couldn’t be,” she thought amazedly.  Stepping towards where Jason sat on the bed, she grabbed the fold of his bathrobe and drew it aside.  Jason’s hungry eight-inch dong sprung free and pointed directly at the ceiling.  “My goodness,” she said, “you are one of the more resilient that most guys I’ve ever been with.”

Putting down her glass, Julie was determined to go back on the offensive.  “So…., right now you are thinking that you have boundless energy,” she boasted almost angrily, “Let’s just see how true that is.”  Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back on the bed.  She straddled him and impaled herself on his rigid member.  Her hands face down on his chest, she squeezed his penis tightly and made a series of long violent thrusts, as if she were trying to break his cock off at the root.  She alternated a variety of movements first a quick up and down jerking motion, followed by large circles and finally quick sharp flicks of her hips.  Her breasts whirled with her movements and Jason reached up to grab them twisting the nipples as he did. Although Julie would admit it and didn’t show it, she was starting to feel the beginnings of a warm growing sensation in her pussy.  To keep ahead of the game, however, she dismounted Jason and took his entire eight-inch length into her mouth.  Stroking his shaft, as she tickled his balls, she sucked voraciously until he could control himself no longer.  He shot a wad of cum down her throat and lay spent on the bed.

Not wanting to disappoint Rick though, Jason rose to his feet and continued with the task at hand.  That is, trying to make this nymph cum somehow.  Postioning Julie at the edge of the bed, he leaned her back onto the mattress.  He then took her by the ankles and drew her legs up against his chest, continuing until her heels rested against his shoulders.  Driving his still rigid cock to the hilt, he lifter her further, until she was almost tilted onto her head.  He thought with such disequilibrium, he could control her and perhaps locate that evasive g-spot.  He began with look deep strokes grasping her thighs as he plunged into her furiously.  Letting go briefly, he lowered his upper body reaching down to slide his tongue between her lips and fondle her swaying breasts.  Reaching out and grabbing onto the sheets for leverage, she used this opportunity to lunge forward and lock her feet around his neck.  It was then she who was in control again.  Helplessly wrapped between her thighs, he could only submit to the upward flicking of her hips.  Seeing that he would cum quickly if this continued for long, he disengaged himself, leaving her with a surprised look on the bed.

He sat on the bed once again and lifted her onto his lap, placing her legs on either side of his waist.  She clasped her hands behind his neck while he cupped his hands on her ass cheeks.  Sliding his tongue back into her mouth he thrust up to meet her as she lap danced on his dick.  Pulling away from the french kiss, he transferred his lips to her nipples which he suckled harshly.  Still, it was no use.  He felt his control waning and soon succumbed to another warm and satisfying ejaculation.  Though Julie was apparently enjoying the activity, outside of some clenching of her teeth, she had yet to let go with a significant moan or signal of satisfaction.

Julie wiped her brow, fluffed her hair and told Jason she was going to shower.  She was, after all a sport, and wanted to give this guy she thought was Rick half a chance to win the bet.  “Don’t be long,” Jason called behind her.  She glanced back and smiled as if to say, “Yeah, right – as if you’ll be ready for more action anytime soon.  As she entered the master bathroom, Jason darted to the extra bedroom and motioned for Mike to exit the closet where he had been waiting very patiently.  “She’s in the shower Mike.” – “Good luck, she is really hard to please!

Mike pushed open the bathroom door and saw the silhouette of one of the most delectable bodies he had ever seen.  Pullling back the shower curtain slightly, Mike noticed that she was letting the warm water run over her face as she wrung out of excess water from her freshly shampooed her.  Her eyes were closed and her back was toward him, so she didn’t notice as he stepped into the shower behind her.  Moving close, he cupped her breasts and kissed the nape of her neck letting his tongue trail across it.  “Didn’t expect to find you her,” she mumbled from under the steady stream of water droplets.  He moved closer, letting her feel the full length of his rock hard penis which flattened itself vertically against her tight well-rounded ass.  Momentarily, she went weak inn the knees, absolutely amazed that after so many orgasms he could still maintain an erection that large.  But she quickly regained her senses and, arching her back, guided his huge penis into her soft velvety folds.  He pumped vigorously holding her by the waist but the warm water and his intense horniness got the better of him and he ejaculated quickly.

Stepping out of the shower, Mike handed Julie a towel and proceeded to dry off himself.  As he gazed at her gorgeous body, his cock now at half-mast came quickly back to life and soon pointed directly at the ceiling once again.  The rock-solid erection didn’t go unnoticed by Julie.  She lurched forward and leapt up locking her arms behind Mike’s neck and wrapping her legs about his waist.  Freeing one hand, she grabbed his penis and guided it into her waiting pussy.  Julie’s weight was distributed evenly between her armhold on Mike’s neck and his arms that supported her legs as she straddled him.  With all the strength he could muster. Mike gripped Julie tightly so as to not let her slip and at the same time drove his shaft up into her with short quick upward strokes.  He has never made love in this position and found that it was quite physically exerting.  He pumped furiously but his legs were weakening and his knees begin to buckle slightly.  Sensing that he would soon lose his balance, Julie directed him to move backwards a few steps.  As he did, she lunged for a towel rack that she was able to grab hold of with her right hand.. Holding the rack, she pulled hard forcing Mike’s back to the wall.  There, she reached out with her left hand and found the balance bar on the rear of the bathtub.  With grips for both her hands, she tightened her legs around his waist and  began thrusting her pelvis at him.  She had him pinned against the wall and began slamming him mercilessly.  Soon he felt another wave of orgasm shooting up his rod and erupting into her pussy.  No longer able to support her weight, he released her and fell into a heap on the floor.

“Well big boy, looks like you’re spent for awhile.”  Julie gave Mike a hand up and led him back to the bedroom where he took a seat on the edge of the bed.  “I’ll be back in a minute,” Julie muttered – “I need something cold to drink.”  As she entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, she heard a bang come from the pantry.  Opening the door, a can of soup rolled up onto her foot.  She flicked on the light switch only to find Rick looking at her red-faced.  Before he could say a work, Julie grabbed him by the dick and marched him into the bedroom where Mike glanced up at her sheepishly.  “Well,” asked Julie, “Just what exactly is going on her.”  “ So I guess you are identical twins – I should have suspected.”  “No man has been able to keep up with me for this long.”  Hearing all the commotion and thinking the jig was up, Jason also marched into the room to Julie’s astonishment.  “My god, there are three of you..”  “I just can’t believe this stunt you tried to pull on me.’

As she stood glaring at the three brothers, Julie considered what the consequences should be,  “As long as I have you all here,” she blurted out excitedly. “I am going to put this situation to good use.”  With that, she moved towards the bed and stripped of all the covers except the fitted bedsheet.  “Do you guys have names,” she queried.  “I’m Mike.”  “Okay, Mike over here please”  She had him kneel at the headboard facing the foot of the bed.  “And Rick, you are to lay here.”  She had Rick lay directly in the center of the bed with his head touching Mike’s kneecaps.  “And you, what’s your name.”  Jason.  “Yeah, right.” “Jason, you just wait there at the foot of the bed, until I tell you what to do.”

Julie climbed upon the bed and slid up onto Rick’s now hard cock. She slipped it into her pussy and reached forward to grasp Mike’s thighs.  Leaning as far forward as she could, she called out to Jason.  “Okay, Jason, move behind me and do me in the ass.  Jason knelt with his knees between Rick’s thighs and holding his cock between her asscheeks drove forwards with one hard piercing stroke.  Julie gasped at the rough entry but then quickly tried to adjust herself to manage the two huge rods that were now penetrating both entryways.  She released her handhold on Mike’s thighs and slowly moved backwards to get the feel of how to maneuver herself on these two delicious cocks.  She rocked back and forth gently until she was comfortable that she could affect muscle control on both of their dicks.  Once she had the knack down, she again leaned forward and grasped Mike’s thighs.  This time, however, she slid her lips over Mike’s now erect shaft and sucked voraciously on his seven-inch member.

With three dicks now ensheathed in her body, Julie worked diligently to maximize her pleasure from this arrangement.  Still, it was a difficult balancing act and it appeared to Rick that, try as she might, she was not going to be able to get off all on her own.  Feeling like he owed it to her, Rick called out to his brothers.  “Hey guys, the bet may be lost but our mission is still the same.”  Let’s see if we can help this girl cum – she has given us so much pleasure, let’s return the favor.”  With that, Rick reached out with his right hand and clasped Jason’s left hand.  “Now, let’s all join hands.”  When all three of them had linked hands, Rick delivered his final instructions.  “Let’s give this gal a proper fucking and try to put her over the top.” 

Julie had always enjoyed rough sex but as the three men slammed into her violently, she felt her heart skip a beat and was becoming breathless as the pace reached dizzying heights.  After five or ten minutes of this, Rick noticed Julie beginning to shudder slightly.  The shudder was soon accompanied by some soft but clearly distinctive moans.  Her face now flushed, Julie suddenly began shaking uncontrollably.  She let Mike’s cock slip out of her mouth and grabbed it with her hand continuing the jerk him off.  She let out a wailing scream as she orgasmed convulsively .  She came over and over again.  It was as if, once the floodgates were opened, she couldn’t stop cuming.  Soon all three men joined her in the moaning as they came along with her.  Finally. they all collapsed in a big happy pile on the bed.  

When they had collected themselves, they each rose from the bed and stood in front of Julie.  Rick spoke up – “Julie, I am sorry for the little plot we hatched here tonight to try to win a silly bet.” “You are by far the best lovemaker any of us have ever seen.”  “You have made us look foolish tonight.”  “We may be macho guys but you can out love and out last anyone of us and you have demonstrated that.”  We solemnly must admit, you are an unbelievable woman.”

Julie stood and looking each of the men directly in the eyes, answered. “Don’t worry guys, I knew you had no chance of winning, so even with the stunt you pulled, I am not going to hold it against you.” “Now let’s have a group hug.”  As she slung her arms about their shoulders, Rick offered an olive branch. “I know you must be exhausted, so if you wish, please feel free to take the extra bedroom and spend the rest of the night.”  “You deserve some hard earned rest.”  Julie  answered earnestly. “Why thank you Rick, I will spend the rest of the night…..then glancing menacingly at Jason and Mike, she continued “but no one and I mean no one here tonight is going to get any sleep - we’ve only just begun to orgy.” 




Trading Places



I was surfing on my PC when my girlfriend snuck up on me. Normally, I was more aware but was engrossed in my viewing of women; then women in lingerie; then men in lingerie and then men in lingerie getting their asses stuffed.

I had quite a stiff and was casually rubbing it through my sweats.

"That's pretty hot!" I suddenly heard from behind. 

I quickly flipped to a different window but it was too late. Veronica had already seen it.

"Er... How long have you been standing there?" I asked.

"Long enough to see you playing with yourself looking guys in bras and panties!" she answered.

I looked at her worried about what she would do, but she just stood there smiling.

"Those guys looked pretty hot." Veronica finally said. "I know you liked looking at them; it's pretty obvious from that bulge in your lap."

I was still concerned.

"Go back. Let me see again!" Veronica told me.

I went back to the page I was viewing as Veronica sat on my lap; my bone was nestled in her butt crack.

"I like this one!" Veronica pointed. I liked it too. It was a slender guy like me, dresses in black lacy bustier with garters, fish net stockings and high heels. Beside him, was obviously a female dressed in a man's suit jacket, white shirt and black tie. Her shirt tails extended passed her bum. She also was in black stockings and high heels; i.e. No pants. She held onto a fedora atop her head. Sticking out from between her legs was a strap on cock.

My cock jumped under Veronica's ass. "I felt that." she said. "This really turns you on doesn't it?"

"Well, I was just surfing and came upon this site and was just curious." I admitted. "But the more I looked, the more involved I became. And that's when you came in."

I continued, "But I have to admit I was wondering what it might feel like."

We viewed a couple of more sites; each time, a little more explicit; each one caused my cock to react.

Finally, Veronica said. "Well I think we need to satisfy your curiosity. Go stand in the living room and take off your sweats."

Veronica stood up and waited for me to move. "Come on!" as she jerked at my long brown hair. "Living room. Sweats off and wait for me!"

I was almost frightened to not obey. I rose from my chair and with head down and eyes averted, shuffled quickly to the living room. Veronica followed and made sure I obeyed. I pulled my sweat pants down my slender legs and kicked them aside. 

Since I'm a runner, I shave my legs even though I have extremely fine sparse hair over my body. In fact I have no chest hair and almost no pit or pubic hair. The only real hair I have is my thick mane.

"Stay there!" Veronica told me before she went to our bedroom. 

She was away for a couple of minutes, but standing here half naked, it felt like hours. The thought of someone seeing me kept me hard.

Veronica returned and extended her hand to me. "Put this on."

I took the article and held it up. It was a pink, stretchy, short, lace, boy panty. I looked at Veronica who just stood there with her hands on her hips. "I said put it on!" she re-iterated.

After figuring out front and back, I slowly bent over and slipped my right foot into the leg hole, then the left. I shimmied them up my legs and snugly over my slim hips. I adjusted my cock inside and fit the panty around my waist.

The feeling was exquisite. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over the material. 

"Wow, you look hot!" Veronica exclaimed. "I think you are really enjoying wearing them."

I couldn't believe or explain how I felt. I was actually so overjoyed, my eye started to well up with rears of happiness.

Veronica came up to me and ran her hands over my tight bum; over my hard on and between my legs and bum. Within seconds, I spasmed and shot my load inside my panties standing right in the middle of the floor. My knees buckled but I was able to catch myself before I fell to the floor.

Veronica let me wear my wet panties to bed that night. She watched as I played with myself and came twice more before I was able to fall asleep exhausted. 

Next morning, I woke up reliving what happened last night, but I had ready for work. I peeled off my cum-stained panties and hopped into the shower. The hot water felt good on my back. 

I finished showering and drying off. I walked to our bedroom to finish dressing and pulled open my dresser to get some clean underwear but didn't find any. Well I did find some, just none of mine. There was a white cotton lo-rise panty, a black silk t-back and a small, red, lacy, french cut hip huggers; well more of a 3 inch strip of lace stitched together in the middle for the crotch.

Veronica stood behind me. "Well you seemed to enjoy last night so much. Put them on."

So I selected the red ones since they were the sexiest. The slipped on so nicely. The crotch part cradled my package nicely while the rear end ruffles ran between my butt crack. I thought women are so lucky to be able to wear such beautiful feeling underthings. 

I went to work and had a hard on all day. Every step reminded me of what I wore underneath. When I sat at my desk, II discreetly played with myself through my trouser just to feel the lace on my boner.

At the end of the day, I kind of felt a little sad knowing I'd be taking them off. But I enjoyed the bus ride home, especially teasing some old lady who was sitting down facing me. The start-stop swaying of the bus rubbed my cock against the lacy material and kept me hard. The old lady eyes were almost crotch level and were staring at my tent for the entire ride. I laughed to myself.

I slowly walked to our house trying to extend my experience, but I didn't need to worry.

I opened the door to find Veronica there to greet me. She was dressed in her housecoat.

"We're having a special evening in tonight." She said. "Have a bath then I'll help you get ready."

I took a long, hot bath trying to relax but was too excited thinking about what was next.

Coming out of the bath, I found Veronica dressed in my dark, blue pin striped suit, one of my white shirt with french cuffs, my mother of pearl cuff links, and my Hermes tie. Her makeup was done up in a dominant manner, definitely not feminine. She wore high heel ankle boots to maintain height over me.

Veronica sat me naked at her dresser. She applied false eye lashes, mascara, liner, blush and lip stick on me. She brushed out my hair and coifed it into a beautiful flowing do; pinned across to one side.

As I stood up, Veronica reached around and put blue and red, lace and satin corset on me. The bust part was a little empty, but Veronica used her bra padding to fill me out to almost a size "C".

The corset also had garters attached to them and Veronica instructed me on how to put my blue diaphanous stockings on.

She then handed me a very sheer looking, blue and red lace panty. I carefully pulled them on so I wouldn't snag my hose. I guess I was pretty nervous at this point. I had no erection and easily tucked myself inside. Since the material was pretty sheer and thin and you could definitely see my cock. 

"No." Veronica said. "I don't think I want it there; tuck it between your legs."

I followed her instruction and hid myself so that my cock actually ran between my legs and ass cheeks. It almost reached my asshole.

Veronica then showed me my dress. A snug, blue satin cocktail dress. It had a plunging vee neck that came down between my breasts. The skirt part was tight and came barely to mid thigh but covered my stocking tops and garter clips.

Amazingly, I was able to fit into a pair of her 3-inch heels although it was a very tight fit and I wouldn't want to be in them all day.

I looked at myself in the mirror and could not believe how beautiful I was.

"Dinner is ready." Veronica held out her arm for me to take and then lead me albeit with a wobbled walk, to the dining room. She held the chair she normally would sit in. She pushed it in as I sat down.

Veronica had dinner catered. She served it before sitting down beside me to my right.

We dined on a mixed greens salad with an orange-balsamic vinaigrette; Chicken Kiev for the entrée and a chocolate mousse for dessert. Each course had a different wine. My favourite ice wine went perfect with dessert.

We were relaxing on the couch after dinner with cognac when I felt Veronica's hand on my thigh. Her hand started to slide upward between my legs and pushed my hem over my thighs exposing my stocking tops and garters. Her fingers caressed my naked skin.

I was a little tipsy from all the drinks, but thought "This is what I usually do to get sex from Veronica."

I reciprocated her caress by sliding one hand on her back and the other on her thigh but had my hand move away. 

"You're starting to drive me crazy Veronica. I need to do something with my hands." I begged.

"First, for now my name is Ron. Drew can go either way so you can keep yours." Ron explained. "Remember Drew, 'Patience is a virtue' and I'll be taking that soon enough."

I couldn't do anything but spread my legs, not to wide since my dress was so tight. Ron stroked my "cunt" tucked between. The tight panties prevented me from exploding into full boner mode.

"Let's dance!" Ron said suddenly.

Ron grabbed my arm and pulled me into the middle of the floor. The background music was slow, easy jazz; good for kicking back or for dancing. We slow danced extremely close. Ron pulled my body tight as I put my arms around her neck.

As we danced our lips kissed. I felt Ron's hands descend from the small of my back over my bum. She pressed my groan into hers. I thought I could feel something else but was too drunk to be sure and too engaged enjoying the experience.

Ron's fingers started to tickle my ass when I realized she was actually pulling the back of my dress up. 

She grabbed my panty covered ass cheeks with both hands. Her fingers slid between my bum and tickled the head of my uncut cock. She pulled up my dress over my hips and slipped her thumbs inside my panty waist then slowly moved her hand hands downward until they were around my knees. 

My cock sprung out from between my legs. What I wouldn't give to be able to control my hardness right now.

Ron placed her hand on my head and pushed me to my knees. My face was at crotch level as I reached up and undid Ron's trousers. She was wearing my boxers underneath.

I pulled Ron's underwear down and found a 6-inch strap on cock waiting for me. I automatically opened my mouth and let Ron fuck my throat.

It seemed easy to me as I let Ron slide her dick down my gullet.

"What a good girl my Drew is." Praised Ron. "Is this the first time you're sucking cock?"

I could only nod up and down since Rod did not extract the phallus from my mouth.

"Are you sure?" Ron questioned. "You seem to be able to take it all without any problem."

I nodded my head "yes" again. 

Ron started thrusting harder. I had to breathe through my nose as her pelvic action was unrelenting.

Finally Ron pulled out and lifted me to my feet. I was pushed face first into the couch; my ass in the air and my panties around my knees.

Ron forced my legs as wide as my panties would allow. I felt the head of the slimy strap on slap up against my cock and ball sack, then up my ass and rest at my back door entrance.

Ron slowly pushed the knob into my virgin asshole. 

"Ugh!" I groaned as I felt the head pop in. Then Ron kept pushing until it was all inside me. 

"Fuck!" I moaned as Ron started pumping her dick in and out.

I watched through my split legs as Ron pounded my ass. My dick slammed against my tummy with each hip thrust.

I think Ron sensed that my legs were about to collapse. She suddenly pulled all the way out. My ass felt so empty, but I didn't have to fret. Ron turned me onto the couch on my back, put my legs on her shoulders and continued to fuck my ass. 

I needed to come, soon. I started to jerk myself off, but Ron grabbed both my wrists and pinned them be my side.

I was totally helpless; totally exposed. My head was thrashing back and forth. I was dry humping air in an effort to jerk myself off. 

Ron reached up and pinched my nipples hard through my bra. That was enough to set me off. 

"Yes! Fuck me hard!" I screamed like a girl. "I'm c..u..mmmm.ing!

The first was a little spurt, barely significant, but the next one was huge. It felt like a quart of cum was ejaculate in one wad. I watched it sprayed from my piss hole and shoot on my bodice; the next couple splashed my face. I lost count after that as Ron continued to fuck me with the same intensity maybe even higher.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Ron grunted harder and louder. "Fuck your ass! I'm cumming!"

Ron climaxed. "Fuck! FUCK! F..u..c..k!" 

She fell to her knees as her cock popped out of my ass.

I looked at Veronica. She had a huge smile on her face.

"Well, is your curiosity satisfied yet?" She asked.

"Not yet." I smiled back. "Let's go to bed and you can satisfy my curiosity some more."



Trading Places



It all started innocently enough when my wife came up with the idea of us swapping genders for a costume party. The theme of the party was 'Come as you aren't' and at the time it seemed the easiest to come up with. With me being of slight built and not too tall, she told me, I could pass as a woman easy. I was not comfortable with the plan but gave in at my wife's insistence, so we went out shopping for clothes for me.

Jeannie had great fun teasing me at the mall, telling me how great something would look on me, as she would hold it up to my waist. I could feel my face go beet red as I caught the smirks of customers close by. No matter how she pleaded, I refused to try anything on at the store and so she guessed at my size. We ended up getting what she called a 'Cute little flirty dress maid of jersey' and some ballet slippers to keep down my height. My wife had planned to use one of my old suits and just to alter it to fit her so the only item we needed for her was a pair of mans shoes. She chose wingtips and we had to go to three different stores to find a pair in her size.

It had been my plan to look funny in my costume, because how else would you expect a man to look dressed up as a woman. However, my wife had different plans for me as I found out when I got home Friday night. My first surprise was when I was told to shave off all my body hair. When I objected, Jeannie told me not to be a baby and besides it would grow back fast enough. She said she would help and we hopped in the shower together. I had a raging hard-on as she held me up to shave and it made her giggle to feel it grow in her hand. I'm not a real hairy man anyway but she made sure I was hair free, even my ass. Then as a treat for me, she let me shave her body next.

After our shower, I was shocked at how different I looked without body hair. Jeannie really liked how I looked and told me she wanted me to keep my body hair free. In our bedroom, she pulled a bag out of her closet, telling me she had a present for me. Inside was set of sexy underwear in what she said was my size. She even had little A-cup forms to fit inside my bra (now there's a statement I never thought I'd utter). I tried to put up a fight but with my wife standing there naked and the way she kept rubbing my nipples, I just gave in and let her put it on me. Next came the garter belt and nylons, it felt so erotic the way they felt as she slid them up my legs. I had to admit I was being really turned on by all these exotic materials on my body.

"This will never do," she said as she held my throbbing erection. "I'll give you one of my special BJs to get rid of this thing but you have to promise to let me finish dressing you after you cum." By that time I was so horny I'd agree to anything for one of her specials, something I usually get only on birthdays and anniversaries. She had me lie on the bed as she got between my legs. She held me with one hand as she continued to rub my legs through my nylons further stimulating me. She started kissing my balls and then licking them with her wet tongue. Next, she licked the underside of my dick right up to the head and then popped me into her mouth. I watched her head bobbing up and down on my shaft and I think the thing that really gets me with her blow-jobs is the look of satisfaction on her face as if she really enjoys it. I warned her as I always do when I'm about to cum but she obviously wanted me to cum in her mouth as continued to work me over. I came in rivers, she kept swallowing never spilling a drop, and once I finished she kissed me on the mouth as she always does. I believe she does this as a way to make me earn her oral pleasures and in turn, she always kisses me after I finish eating her. Yet this time was different as she fed me a little of my cum that she had saved in her mouth. By the time I had realized what she had done it was too late so I just swallowed it along with my pride. "Did that surprise you, I thought it would. You know we girls have to learn to take that taste with no frown, and no spitting. Simon you did very well, I think I should start calling you Simone and you can call me Jeremy."

Her next surprise was a piece of soft plastic that covered my now limp cock and balls. Once attached and my new panties in place I was shocked at how much of a woman I looked. The dress felt so good to my body so soft and flimsy, I could feel my cock stirring again. Jeannie, I mean Jeremy did my hair and makeup. I couldn't believe how easy it was for her to change my normal male style into a woman's do with just a couple of curls and clips. The makeup she did very light as she didn't want to go over the top and she finished with just a hint of blush on my cheeks. By this time, I was way past protest and just meekly let her put a coat of pink nail polish on my fingers and toes. We both looked at my reflection in the mirror and even my wife was surprised at how good I looked. When she tried to kiss me, I told her no, that she would mess up my makeup. 

Now it was my wife's turn and the first thing she put on was a life like dildo in a harness. I say life like but only if you're a porn star this monster must have been ten inches long and it looked so obscene sticking out in front of her. She leered at me as she stroked it back and forth. She had taken in a pair of my trousers so they were tight enough to show her monster running down her leg. She had a white shirt and tie and with the suit coat, she really looked manly. She found a makeup that gave her a five o'clock shadow and it even felt rough to rub against it. With her hair pinned up on top of her head and a fedora to tuck it into made the outfit.

I can't explain it but I was so turned on by all this I just wanted my manly wife to throw me on the bed and take me right then and there. We both got into our roles and as we walked into the party, I held her arm and she led me. I acted as feminine as I could and when we danced, I let her lead as she spun around. I could feel my dress flying up as we turned and I noticed some men trying to get a peek. Later she drug me into one of the bedrooms and purposely leaving the door cracked so anyone passing could see she dropped her trousers and pushed me down to my knees to give her a blow job. I was completely embarrassed when I heard her talking to someone standing behind my back. The humiliation of not even knowing who it was made my cock throb and I know my wife was hot because I could smell the her juices leaking from her cunt. After a while, she feigned cumming in my mouth and I stood wiping my lips. When I tried to kiss her, she pushed me away telling me to go wash my mouth out first. 

That night after getting home, we tore each other's clothes off and screwed like wild people. After she told me what a turn on it was to her to treat me like a bimbo in that bedroom and I told her I was so turned on at that time I would have sucked a real cock for her. She smiled at that and then said we just might have to try that next time. 



Trading Places Ch. 01



The door flew open and Wendy sailed into her sister's house, her eyes red with tears. Sally stood, opening her arms and embracing her twin with welcome and concern. For several long moments, both women just held each other, Wendy sobbing and Sally murmuring words of consolation.

"Are you sure?"

Wendy nodded, pulling back and wiping her face. When her sister handed her a tissue, she blew her nose and took a deep breath. "He's taking her out to dinner tomorrow night."

"And the hotel?"

"He's taking her there afterwards."

Sally shook her head, wondering what she was going to do to help her. "I thought things were fine with you two."

"They were but ... Robert wants sex all the time! He just doesn't understand that I'm not as interested in it as he is."

Sally sat back and eyed her sister, amazement running through her. "You don't like sex?"

Wendy wiped her eyes, taking a seat on the couch and keeping her eyes averted in embarrassment. "It's not that I don't like it, it's just ... tedious."

"Tedious? I've never heard sex called that."

"Well, you know, all those bodily fluids and the mess." She made a face that made her sister laugh. "And it tastes nasty."

"I'll have to agree with you on the last count, Wend, but slipping around in the 'bodily fluids' as you call them is half the fun."

"It's not fun to me. It's gross. He always laughs at me when I jump up to take a shower after we finish. I can't stand to have his semen and sweat on me!"

While Wendy waxed poetic about the nasty hygiene of sex, Sally's mind ran rampant. She remembered the tales about the size of Robert's cock. Wendy had been embarrassed but the bond between twin sisters was strong and they shared everything. Maybe now ... they could really share everything.

"I have an idea, Wend, but you'll really have to trust me ... "

* * * * *

Robert Maloney pulled into the valet parking circle in front of the Hotel Ici, confusion and excitement ruling his senses. His dick was hard just remembering Crysti's phone call. She wanted to skip dinner out. He was to meet her at the hotel, room 322 and he was to bring a bouquet of peach roses, her favorite flowers. He handed his keys to the valet and strode through the lobby, taking the elevator to the third floor and quickly finding the room.

A knock brought her call, "It's open," and he grasped the knob, pushing the door in and grinning at ... Wendy? His mouth hung open as he surveyed her luscious curves, draped in pink lace and satin. Her shiny blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in thick curls, framing her beautiful face and she smiled, ruby red lips curving softly. "Hi, Robbie."

"W-Wendy! What are you doing here?"

"Why, I'm here for our date, of course!" She arose from the bed, walking over to him and grinning when she noticed where his eyes were focused. "Oh, and you brought me flowers! Such a thoughtful husband you are."

She attacked his mouth with such force that he was momentarily surprised but quickly dropped the bouquet, filling his arms with his wife's lithe body and groaning as she pulled on his bottom lip, gripping it between her teeth. His cock was as hard as a rock and he groaned when her hand found him, rubbing hard beneath the cloth.

"So I see that you brought something else for me." Wendy sucked his tongue into her mouth, thrusting her groin against him. "Want to give it to me?"

"Fuck, yeah." Robert couldn't get his clothes off quickly enough and he ripped the flimsy negligee from her body, lifting her to the bed while burying his face in between her breasts. His mouth moved over the soft flesh, finding a nipple and sucking it into hardness. She gasped beneath him, spreading her legs and accepting his weight on top of her. He licked every inch of both breasts, chewing on her nipples until she was nearly sobbing with need. "You want it, baby? You want it like I used to give it to you?"

She could only groan in response, her body trembling as the thick head of his cock rode up and down her wet gash. She held her breath as he pressed in, stretching and filling her pussy with his throbbing meat. "Fuck, I forgot how big you are." He growled in delight at her gasping words and began to slam into her, hooking her legs over his shoulders. It didn't take long for her to cum the first time. His size and his aggression turned her on something fierce and she exploded, digging her nails into his arms.

Robert quickened his pace, lifting her hips and driving deeper into her. She arched her back, allowing him greater access and watched the expression on his face as he hungrily plunged into her, sending her quickly back to the edge and joining her as his liquid heat filled her, spilling out onto the sheets. With a last spurt, he collapsed on top of her, panting heavily and gathering her in his arms.

"That was fantastic. Just like the old days. Why don't we do this more often?"

Her body still trembling and her pussy still pulsing with pleasure, she whispered, "Because I'm not Wendy."



Trading Places Ch. 02



Giles Guilford pulled into the driveway of his house and sighed heavily. He had hoped that Sally would already be in bed, thus lessening his chance of seeing her. He loved his wife dearly but her sexual aggressiveness was driving him crazy. She always wanted to fuck as soon as he hit the door and at least three more times during the night. Most men would love the attention but Giles just wanted to sleep. His job as an attorney drained him so much that he had nothing left to give and whatever he had left, Sally sucked out of him with her pussy.

He pulled his keys out and opened the door, steeling himself for his welcome home from his wife.

"S-Sally?"

She wasn't in her usual place, which was sitting in a chair strategically placed to face the door, naked and usually masturbating with one of her many toys. In fact, the living room was dark and the sound of music was wafting from the kitchen. He dropped his briefcase onto the couch, tossed the keys on the side table and headed for the warm light. He was surprised to see his wife humming to a tune, bent over a pot and gently stirring the contents while sprinkling basil into it. 

"Sally?"

"Hi, honey." She set the spoon down and came to him with open arms, hugging him tightly. "Would you like me to prepare a drink for you?"

Giles pushed the woman back, staring into her bright eyes. "Sally, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You just seem different." He watched as she moved to the sideboard, picked up a rocks glass, tossed a few ice cubes in and poured a jigger of Talisker for him.

"Different? Different how?" She handed him the glass and went back to stirring the stew.

Giles took a pull from his glass and observed the woman who was cooking for him. "Wendy, you don't have to pretend. I know my wife quite well."

Wendy's shoulders sagged and she turned to him with tearing eyes. "I hope you're not angry."

"Where is she?" Wendy turned the burner off and told Giles the entire story. "So my wife is off fucking Rob?" She nodded, sobbing silently, then raised her head, glaring at him when he stood and whooped loudly. "Thank God! Finally, I can get some rest!"

"I-I don't understand."

"You're twins and you don't know how sex crazy she is?" She sniffed, dabbing at her eyes. "As soon as I open the door, she's jumping on me, shoving my cock in her mouth ... "

"And you don't like that?"

"It's not that I don't like it but four times every night? I'm so exhausted when I get up for work in the morning and she's a fresh as a daisy!" He paused. "I'm a conventional kind of guy, Wendy. I want to make love in a bed, not on the living room floor and I want my woman to be clean, not sweaty and already ... er, wet." He looked uncomfortable with the word wet and Wendy blushed, looking away.

"Wow, Giles, I never knew."

He gave her a genuine smile. "I know, Wendy." He took another swallow, draining the glass. "I often wonder if I should have married you."

The look in his eyes and the softness in his voice made her blood boil, sending unnerving sensations through her body. The blood in her cheeks made her face hot. "Are you hungry?"

Giles looked at his sister through different eyes and felt his dick leap in his pants, something he hadn't felt since the first time he'd laid eyes on Sally. "Yeah. What's cooking?"

Wendy served Giles, setting a heaping bowl of beef stew and two Pillsbury rolls in front of him. She was heartened to see him tear into the food, humming in appreciation as he dipped the rolls into the sauce and chewed the soft meat. The first and only time she'd made this dish for Robert, he'd complained that it was bistro food and that he wanted filet. This man knew how to appreciate the time it took to make good food and he sure as hell was enjoying it.

When he was closed to finishing, she climbed the stairs and ran his bath, setting out a pair of rust-colored pajamas and slippers for him, then escorted him upstairs, handing him a fresh bar of Irish Spring soap and leaving him in silence. She knocked lightly and came in, finding him nodding off and nearly incoherent with sleep. Wendy bent at the side of the tub and gently touched his cheek, holding her breath as his handsome green eyes fluttered open. 

"Come on out. Time for bed."

Giles didn't argue. He had washed and had fallen asleep in the warm, scented water and now he arose, ignorant of the fact that he was naked and stepped out of the tub, allowing her to wrap the large, thirsty towel around his waist. In the bedroom, she briskly toweled him dry, then pulled the covers over him, murmuring soft words as he slipped off into sleep. When he awoke four hours later, he was surprised and happy to find a warm, soap-fragrant body in his arms.

"Sally?"

She winced at his mistake and hoped that it was just his sleep. "Wendy."

"Wendy. I'm sorry." He pulled on her shoulder, turning her over toward him. "Wendy, would you allow me to make love to you?"

"Yes, Giles."

His mouth slid over hers, his tongue wrapping around hers and beginning her basic lover's education. She was used to Robert's aggressive nature and had normally welcomed it, knowing that it would be over quickly. But kissing Giles was entirely different. He was so gentle and his big hands roaming over her body was making her nipples tingle. That had never happened before and the wonderful heat building between her legs told her that this was going to be an experience she'd never forget. His hand slid over her hip and cupped her pussy, the fingers angling down over her fat lips.

"Yes." She gasped, opening her legs to him and gasped yet again when he found her entrance and pressed inside. His fingers moved gently, steadily grazing her clit and creating sensations that had her moaning. When Giles moved over her, she was ready and hissed at the sweet glide of his huge cock as it filled her slick hole. They moved together, slowly and quietly at first, then with moans and groans as Giles propelled them over the edge together.

Long moments passed before either could speak and their ensuing silence was eloquent. Giles enjoyed the sweat that covered their bodies and Wendy shivered as his softening cock slipped out, a measure of his cum dripping out as well. The last thing she thought of before she fell asleep in his arms was that she planned on making this trade permanent. 



Trading Places Ch. 1



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Chapter 1

Bill Kendall and Dan Dixson had been friends for ages--ever since Dan first kicked Bill's ass back in the fifth grade.

Dan had moved to Meadow Glen a year earlier, and like everyone else in the neighborhood was enrolled in Cobblestone Elementary. Most of the other kids at Cobblestone had been born in Meadow Glen, or at least had been there since preschool. It wasn't exactly what you might call diverse community; counting Dan, there were only two black kids in his grade, and that number got cut in half after Mitchell Ryder's dad got elected to Congress. 

Infamy is one part action and eight parts reputation. In Bill's case, he rose to prominence after a fight with a sixth grader. In all honesty, it had come down to a lucky punch. 

The sixth grader in question, Timmy Hudgins, had just finished pounding the shit out of Bill for pinching his girlfriend's ass on a dare. In the process of stumbling away, Bill tripped over his own shoelaces, slamming a wildly flailing hand into Timmy's face and shattering his jaw. Timmy started to cry, and a legend was born.

Although Bill was slightly larger than the most of the boys in his grade, he really wasn't all that fierce. The Timmy thing was a fluke, so he wisely chose to exploit his newfound fame by terrorizing the smaller children in his grade and the grades below. Along the way he assembled a posse of lackeys and slow-witted lieutenants that actually gave some him some muscle to aid in the mayhem. 

Toward the end of the school year, poor Dan finally popped up on Bill's radar one lunch period. It was one of those random occurrences that could have gone either way. All Dan had done was bring a comic book to school, one that his aunt had sent him as an early birthday present. Unfortunately, it also happened to feature Bill's favorite superhero: Spider-Man.

"Hey shithead," Bill called over from his throne several tables away. "Is that MY comic book?"

The area around Dan grew deafeningly quiet, but it never even registered with him that Bill was talking to him. In his wildest dreams he never imagined that he would do anything to draw the attention of Bill Kendall, the kid that had made Timmy Hudgins bawl like a baby. 

Unaware, he continued to try to show his friends the brightly colored pages, even as they averted their eyes and began inching away in an effort to vacate ground zero.

"Hey! I'm fucking talking to you. Don't ignore me, you stupid little asshole," Bill said loudly, his voice laced with menace as he pushed his chair back and strode purposefully toward Dan's table. 

He came up behind Dan and gripped his shoulder painfully. Dan whipped around, startled, instantly dismayed to see Bill staring down at him malevolently. His eyes flitted around frantically, searching for a teacher, a monitor, anyone that could help him avoid a run-in with this bruiser. The last thing he wanted was to get beaten senseless by a guy who was already training for the Golden Gloves (so popular rumor held). 

Viciously Bill snatched at the comic, crumpling it as his fist closed around it. Naturally, Dan's own grip tightened, and the sound of paper tearing reverberated through the hushed lunchroom.

"Shit, you fucked it up," Bill growled, tossing the damaged book in Dan's face. "Dumb ass!"

Batting the damaged magazine away with his right hand, Dan's left one shot out lightning fast and seized Bill's shirt at the throat. Letting the momentum carry him out of his seat, Dan slammed him against the nearest wall, backhanding him across the face with his free hand. 

Dan was not a violent child, in fact had never been in a fight before in his life, but Bill had crossed a line. He'd been sitting there minding his own business when this dickhead decided to fuck with him, and in truth that wouldn't have been so bad, except that comic was brand new! He hadn't even read the whole thing, and now it was ruined.

With cries of "Fight" erupting around them, Dan released Bill long enough to begin punching him with a jackhammer cadence, alternating hands, hitting him so hard that Bill remained upright even though the strength had long since leaked out of his legs along with the contents of his bladder. Dan was eerily calm; his attack looked effortless, natural, as the number of successive blows he landed continued to creep upward, peppering Bill's body everywhere--his face, his chest, his stomach, his arms.

Deep down Dan was waiting for Bill, the giant slayer, he who kicked sixth grader ass, to make his move, to start pummeling him, to mop the floor with him--but it never came. Finally, 3 teachers pulled him away and Bill, sputtering and gagging, slid to the floor with tears rolling down his cheeks, his nose and mouth bleeding, unable to catch his breath. As his cronies helped him to his feet, the cheers of the crowd confirmed that the balance of power had shifted, and he was no longer on top.

The next day, Bill learned that once again the fates had smiled on him; Dan had been suspended, but he had not. He spent the resulting two-week "holiday" kicking ass (literally) to regain his standing. Once Dan returned, an unspoken agreement was forged between the two boys; Bill left Dan and his friends alone, and Dan was content not to press his advantage. 

Over the summer, Dan and Bill started spending time together--playing ball, riding bikes, swimming at the club, etc. By the end of vacation they considered themselves good friends, and no one spoke about the fight. As sixth grade started, Dan officially became part of the "crew", and the students at Cobblestone REALLY learned what hell could be.

A dynamic developed between the two boys that would follow them from elementary school to junior high then on to high school. Bill became known as the mouthpiece--the ringleader, the public face--while Dan played the role of enforcer. Everyone in their circle knew that Dan was both stronger and smarter, but that information was never disseminated. Dan was fiercely loyal to Bill, and preferred not to be front and center. Bill, on the other hand, craved attention, and took great pains to be the dominant force in any situation.

As the two boys grew older, their combined influence and popularity only grew with them. Good students and great athletes, they took the same classes and played the same sports. The boys were perfect complements. Bill played defense, Dan had an arm on him that made him a natural quarterback. Dan was a sprinter, Bill did better at the longer distances. Math and Science came easily to Dan, English and Social Studies were Bill's forte.

And, of course, puberty affected the two differently. Bill, who'd always been blonde, fair skinned and stocky, grew thicker and more solid. By the tenth grade he looked like a nightclub bouncer, his hands large and meaty, his neck wide. His temper hadn't improved, and lifting weights had finally made him almost as strong as he looked.

By contrast, where Bill gained in girth, Dan grew taller and more defined. Topping 6'3" by graduation, Dan's muscles hardened and grew more pronounced until he looked more like a walking anatomical drawing than a real human being. His body was naturally chiseled, his abs and chest statue perfect, his arms and legs those of an accomplished athlete.

And while Bill was shaving twice a day, Dan seldom had to shave more than once every two weeks. His body was virtually hairless, save the top of his head and his pubic area (although even that was sparse).

As expected, Bill and Dan applied to and attended the same college, rooming together all four years. When Dan decided to go to business school after graduation, Bill took a job in the same city. When Bill got married three years later, of course Dan was his best man. 

They'd been together when Bill first met Michelle. One night after bar hopping downtown, a group of them stopped to get a bite to eat after the clubs closed. She'd been their waitress, and the last thing she'd wanted to put up with was a table full of drunken, aging, frat boys. Bill, in the accomplished role of loudmouth, was in rare form, making the poor woman blush several times. After they settled the check at the front register, Dan went back to the table and dropped a hundred dollar bill on her tray.

"He's not really a bad guy. It's been a long couple of weeks and he just needed to let off steam," he apologized.

She stared at the bill a minute before picking it up. "Money is no substitute for courtesy."

Dan smiled broadly. "Says the woman pocketing the Franklin." She opened her mouth to protest. "Look, don't defend yourself. Nobody knows he can be an asshole better than me. But I also know how great he can be. Just don't judge him on one interaction."

She looked at him, a twinkle in her eye. "Well, what else do I have to go by?"

Dan met her gaze. "Give me your number. I'll see that he calls you. Sober," he added as an afterthought.

She did, and he did, and within a year the two were husband and wife.

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Trading Places Ch. 2



©June 2002 by Bob Peale 

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It was Bill's idea to start the annual trip. Between work and married life he missed the time spent with "just the guys", doing stupid things and getting sloppy. 

It started out as him and Dan, out and about in Vegas. They met Jeff on the third testosterone pilgrimage. Now a gang of three, the responsibility for planning the getaway rotated. 

Naturally, Bill had the honors for the tenth anniversary trip. He was very secretive about his intentions, unwilling even to give hints to Dan and Jeff. When it finally came time to go, Bill provided Jeff with an address (because he had to fly in), but he insisted that Dan meet him at his house so they could ride together.

"Dan, this is Mark," Bill gestured into the back seat as Dan opened the front door of Bill's SUV. "He works with me. I was telling him about our trips and he said they sounded like fun, so I invited him along."

Dan nodded a "Hello" and slid into the front seat of the Rover. "So, are you ready to tell me where we're going?"

"Nope," Bill smiled, easing the car into drive.

From the direction they set out in, it was obvious clear that they wouldn't be taking a plane to their destination. Determined not to let Bill know that the suspense was killing him, Dan opened the glovebox, fished around for a CD, and popped it in the player.

As the drive stretched first into 1 hour and then into 2, Dan wondered how much Mark knew. He looked over his shoulder; Mark was clearly unconcerned. Sighing irritably, he settled into the seat and watched the landscape roll by.

By the fourth hour the early morning twilight had given way to the chalky gray shimmer of a pending storm. The trees swayed and bent under the near constant pressure of high winds, and in the distance electric blue zig-zags of lightning split the dark sky, accompanied by muffled claps of thunder several seconds later.

Dan looked over at his friend. His jaw was set rigidly, a sure sign that something was bothering him. He was also gripping the steering wheel tightly, and his attention was focused straight ahead.

Almost 6 hours after they started out they pulled onto a well-worn dirt road, bouncing along uncomfortably as the sky opened up and a solid curtain of water surrounded the Rover, hammering the exterior with thousands of tiny streams of water. Bill slowed down to avoid running off the road or running into another vehicle, the muscles in his jaw bunching and releasing spastically.

The visibility was so poor that none of them saw the steps until it was almost too late. Like a ghostly manor floating in and out of permanence, several long, wide, wooden steps suddenly materialized a few feet in front of them, filling the windscreen and stretching off in either direction. Bill slammed on the breaks, biting into the loose mud and sliding forward until the first few steps slid under his bumper. All three men winced at the solid "thunk" sound of the bottom step connecting with the thick tires of the Rover, expecting it to be followed by the sound of splintering wood. It never came, but the car did come to an abrupt stop.

Putting on his game face Bill smiled and turned to his passengers. "We're here," he sang with false jocularity. Then he threw open the driver's side door, jumped out, and bounded up the stairs they'd just collided with. 

"Where the fuck are we," Mark asked from the back seat. 

Dan turned to face him. "I was hoping you knew." Mark shook his head. "Well then, I guess the only thing left to do is follow."

Bracing against the downpour both men struggled out of the car and shouldered their way up the stairs and through a wide wooden doorway. A little over 3 feet forward, shielded from the elements, were 2 thick, rustic looking doors that swung open surprisingly easy. Inside was a faux wilderness decorated lobby, with a large carved wooden desk. Bill stood in front of it dripping on the unrealistic looking grizzly bear carpet, talking to a pasty-faced man in a tacky black and red checked flannel shirt.


"What do you mean 'normal'?" Bill asked in a simmering tone. "The webpage didn't say anything about this place being in the middle of a monsoon belt."

The man struggled not to smile. The look on his face plainly said, "Looks like we got us another one."

"Sir," Flannel Shirt said politely. "The website did say that this was our off season."

"I know that!" Bill snapped. "But I don't remember the fucking waterfall being mentioned!" he barked, gesturing out the window at the torrential rain.

"In all honesty, it is seldom that bad for any length of time."

Bill's shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Usually all we get is a constant drizzle this time of year," Flannel Shirt continued.

"Look asshole," Bill screamed, reaching across the counter and grabbing Flannel Shirt. Dan rushed forward quickly and separated them.

"Bill, calm down…"

"These fucking crooks…" Bill sputtered, unable to complete his sentence.

Dan turned back to the desk, "Do you have a bar or a lounge around here?"

Ruffled, Flannel Shirt gestured across the lobby at a doorway with the words "Last Roundup" painted to look like they had been burned in overhead. Dan led Bill to it, calling for Mark to follow them. A few minutes later he returned alone.

"Look…" he looked at the name badge askew on Flannel Shirt's breast pocket, "…Chad. It appears we have a misunderstanding."

Chad brushed away an imaginary piece of lint. "'We' don't have anything, sir. Your friend is the one with the problem."

"He feels he was suckered. He tried to plan this great trip, loved everything he saw on the web, and he doesn't think this place did a good job of helping him understand what he was getting into."

"Well, he sure looked like a grownup to me. He can read, can't he?"

Now it was Dan's turn to struggle to stay calm. A 6 hour car ride wasn't overly conducive to level headedness as it is; add to that the fact that "Chad" was a grade A asshole and it was almost a foregone conclusion that this was going to end badly. 

"Look Chad, why don't we see if we can all walk away from this happy. I talked to my friend; he says he had to pay for the week in advance. What say you give us back half the money and we call it even?" Dan asked in his best Can't We All Get Along voice.

Chad looked at him, unblinking, for several long seconds. Then a smile crept across his face.

"Of course," he said amicably. "Just as soon as the Queen Mother walks through that door and sucks my left nut."

Dan's hand was halfway to Chad's throat before he got himself under control. "There's no reason to be a dickhead," he said ominously.

"Look sport," Chad said irritably. "We're running a business here. Your buddy wanted a resort that 'catered to all lifestyles in a free and open environment', and that's what he got," he said, reciting the marketing spiel from the website. "But our confirmation plainly states that any cancellation less than 72 hours before arrival will result in forfeiture." He shrugged. "Maybe you should find friends that aren't so interested in saving a buck."

"What do you mean, 'all lifestyles in a free and open environment'?" Dan asked, seemingly changing the subject.

Chad flashed him a lewd smile. "You like that, huh? In season, this place can get pretty wild. On the grounds, pretty much anything goes--one big orgy most times. All kinds of couplings; hell, half the time people don't even wear any clothes."

"Does that only apply to 'In Season'?"

Chad shrugged. "Technically, no. But the people we get up here this time of year aren't usually as adventurous. Because the weather sucks, all of the beach bunnies stay home. Mostly we get corporate offsites, a few families from places with even worse weather, young couples, and cheapskates," he finished, fixing Dan with a pointed glance. 

Dan nodded his head knowingly. "But you still offer all the same amenities, right?"

Chad looked suspicious. "We offer everything it states in our literature," he confirmed.

Whistling innocently, Dan turned and rejoined his friends in the lounge. Twenty minutes later all 3 emerged, stark naked, and walked over to the counter. 

"We'd like to check in, please," Bill said pleasantly.

Chad's face went white. "Gentlemen, I'll have to ask you to put on some clothes." 

"Why?" Mark asked innocently. "I thought you 'catered to all lifestyles in a free and open environment'"

Chad shot Dan a look that would peel paint right off the wall. When a loud ding announced the arrival of an elevator, Bill, Dan and Mark all turned so that the occupants got a full view of them in all their glory. Three couples emerged, all in their fifties, shock registering immediately on their faces. The women quickly averted their eyes and the men glowered at the trio as they hurried past. They turned back to Chad.

"Sir, our business office is closed today, but if you'll give us a call first thing Monday morning, I'll be happy to arrange a full refund." His voice quivered noticeably.

Bill shook his head. "No, it's fine, really. You are absolutely right; we have a binding agreement." He filled out a registration form and slid it across the desk. "My key, please."

He read Bill's name off the form. "Really Mr. Kendall, I don't think…"

"Mark, do you still litigate discrimination cases?" Bill interrupted.

Chad's shoulders stiffened. This clearly wasn't a fight he wanted to pick. Irritably, he reached under the counter and yanked out a key, tossing it at Bill. Smiling, Dan and Mark filled out their forms and accepted their keys as well. Laughing, they walked out to the Rover, unloaded the car, and then got settled in their room. When Jeff arrived later that evening, they explained the situation. 

The web made this place sound like a Club Med style dude ranch. In all fairness, during part of the year it probably was, but this wasn't that part of the year. Even if the rain did abate, they weren't holding out much hope for sunshine. But since leaving meant a loss of almost $2,000, they were determined to make the most of it. 

Hence, the nudism thing. Although none of them had ever walked around naked intentionally, if doing so would irritate the sanctimonious assholes that ran this place, they were willing to deal with the stares and their own self-consciousness. Hell, if they were lucky, maybe they'd even get a little pussy out of it.

******* 

Disclaimer: 

This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. 

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Trading Places Ch. 3



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*******

By the end of the second day, they all felt pretty comfortable. They stopped noticing the sidelong glances and the looks of disdain and actually began enjoying the freedom.

Unfortunately, by then they'd also run out of entertainment options. The weather was horrible. All it did was rain, which meant that the pool, as well as all of the other outside activities, was suspended. There were virtually NO single women around, and the few that were in attendance were hardly of the nymphomaniac variety.

In desperation they braved a two-hour drive in the downpour to the nearest town with a bar. It was so dismal that they turned around without ordering a drink, and stopped at a supermarket so they could load the car with as much beer as they could fit. If they were going to be bored, at least they could be too shitfaced to realize it.

On their final day, with the resort even emptier than it had been all week, the men started drinking as soon as they got up. Their goal was to finish all the beer they'd brought, and they only had 24 hours to polish off several cases.

To save some money, the guys had doubled up, with Bill and Dan in one room and Mark and Jeff in the other. During the week a lot of the activity had centered around Bill and Dan's room, but that was fine--they were used to being center stage--so it was no surprise that that was where they'd chosen to hold their marathon drinkfest. By 11:00am everybody had enough of a buzz on that Mark's suggestion that they order a porno was met enthusiastically.

"Might as well see somebody get lucky," he slurred as he played with the remote until he found the order channel. Given the focus of the resort the films were not the airbrushed glossy productions that were showcased in more mainstream hotels. All of the films here were raw and intense, the kind that promoted more of the same in real life.

The movie ran for just under an hour, during which time the sound of labored breathing filled the room, occasionally punctuated by the metallic "ping" of another can of beer being opened.

"Anyone want to see another one?" Mark asked when it was over, sounding a little like he'd just run a marathon. The others grunted their assent, and he made his selection.

During the second movie all four men shifted constantly, wanting desperately to touch themselves but afraid of how the others might react. Instead, they continued to down beers.

When the second one ended, Bill hopped up off his bed, went over to his bags and pulled out an unmarked video tape.

"I think we need to turn things up a notch," he said mysteriously, switching the TV to VCR and popping the tape in. He grabbed the remote and climbed back on his bed.

When he pressed the play button the screen first filled with snow, and was then quickly replaced by a beige/pink sheet. As the camera slowly panned back, it became obvious that the sheet was actually a breast, large and supple, capped by a dark pink areola with a cherry red nipple in the center.

Once both breasts were in the frame, a woman's hands moved up to the nipples and tugged on them, her royal blue nail polish sparkling. The breasts thrust forward as their owner arched her back with pleasure, a guttural moan trickling out of the television's speakers.

Dan's cock thickened between his inky, muscled thighs and he parted his legs to let it grow. The other movies had been good, but this one was a lot more intense. It was almost like he was actually there. He looked over at Bill, who was openly playing with his cock, his feet spread, knees wide, stroking slowly, teasing himself as he watched the screen.

"Hey!" Mark yelled. "That's you, Bill!"

Dan snapped his head back around to the television. A man sat in a large recliner in a pose identical to the one that Bill held here in the room. With dawning surprise Dan confirmed that it really was Bill. He looked hard at the woman playing with her nipples; it was Bill's wife Michelle! 

To be honest, he'd often wondered what she was like in bed. He spent a lot of time with Bill and Michelle, doing everything from sitting around watching movies with a beer to taking weeklong vacations by the shore. On more than one occasion she'd caught him staring at her so intently that if his eyes had been hands he would have left marks. She'd always smiled politely, sometimes teasing him a little, showing a little more skin, which left Dan scrambling for a way to calm himself.

She was average height, full around the middle, with narrow hips almost the same size as her waist. In both a bathing suit and a blouse her chest looked padded, like maybe she'd had a little help from WonderBra; it was clear now that she hadn't. 

Her hair, a dusty brown, fanned out around her head and her stomach rose and fell with her panting. Her legs were spread wide and there was a man kneeling between them, someone Dan had never seen. He was pale, with dark greasy hair that covered his entire body, with the classic pear shape of a suburbanite.

His cock, however, was long a thick, looking much like it belonged on a younger, more handsome man. From this vantage it looked to be about 7", and big enough around that the guy could barely close his sausage like fingers around it. He slapped Michelle's crotch with it and she moaned again. She began gyrating her hips, trying to work him into her, until finally he relented and leaned forward, burying his cock in her pussy.

"Fuck," Dan moaned, grabbing his cock and stroking it. This was too much. He'd had too much to drink--he always got horny when he drank--and he hadn't been prepared for the sight of Michelle naked. Now he could plainly see that she was built to fuck, and it was driving him wild.

As if she could read his mind, Michelle turned to the camera and licked her lips as she tried to draw more of the strangers cock into her. If nothing else he was an accomplished cocksman and he was ready for her, grabbing her hips and holding her at bay so that she couldn't get his cock head past the mouth of her shaved pussy. She could wrap her pussy lips around the pulsing head and grab it tight, but there was no way for her to work it inside. Her chest heaved with frustration, her nipples so swollen they looked ready to pop, but he held her firm. 

In the hotel room, the steady slap of hands running along cocks replaced the heavy breathing that had been present during the first two videos. The room now reeked as well, the heavy scent of musk and sex seeping into everything. The guys all had their cocks in their hands, using sweat and spit as lubricant to keep from chafing as they watched Michelle get drilled. 

On screen, Bill got out of the chair and squatted over Michelle's face with his balls hanging low, grazing her lips. She tongued at them hungrily, licking and slurping like they were ice cream and this was the hottest day of the year. Simultaneously the Bill on screen and the one in the room let out a strangled sigh.

Dan looked around the room. Jeff was trying to be discreet, sitting in his chair so that you could see the motion of his arm and hear the noises, but you couldn't actually see his dick. 

On the other bed, Bill was tugging on his balls as well as stroking his cock. Dan had seen his friend naked countless of times, had even fucked a few girls together, but he'd never seen him this uninhibited.

Mark was perched on the edge of Bill's bed, his pants and drawers around his ankles. He was pumping his cock as fast as he could, eyes glued to the television, his jaw slack, as if he was unable to control himself.

Back on screen, Bill let his cock slap his wife's chin. The other man, finally eased a little more of his cock into her and she bucked forcefully when it made contact with the overly sensitive nerve endings in the walls of her pussy. The camera zoomed back so that all three of them were in the frame.

"Oh God Bill, please make him fuck me," Michelle begged when Bill had stood up, freeing his balls from her mouth. "His cock feels so good in me and I know there is more. Please tell him to put it in me."

Rather than answer, Bill reached over and pinched both her nipples. Her body shuddered and her mouth opened wide.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Please Bill, stop torturing me! I'll let you do anything to anyone if you'll just make him fuck me!" Her voice was choked with desire and urgency.

Bill looked at the man. "How does she feel?" he rasped.

"Man, you weren't kidding. She's so tight it feels like I'm being grabbed by someone's hand. You are a lucky fucking guy!"

Bill squeezed his wife's nipples again. "No, YOU are one lucky fucking guy; a deal's a deal!"

He released her and swung around so that he could straddle her face again, only this time his back was to the other man. Looking back over his shoulder he nodded, a signal to the stranger to proceed. Inching in slowly, Michelle writhed and groaned lustily. When she opened her mouth, Bill fed his cock to her.

Both on screen and in the room Bill was in heaven. He'd come to realize that the act of sharing his wife with others was the most intense turn on he could experience. Sitting here watching these guys watch Michelle suck and fuck was almost as good as letting them fuck her in person. 

In the video, Bill quivered as he pushed his cock down his wife's throat while the stranger pulled himself deeper. As Bill fucked Michelle's mouth he steadied himself on the headboard, picking up his rhythm to match that of the guy between her legs. Looking at the tape you could see how close the poor guy was to blowing his wad--the look on his face said he wanted to make it last but was having a hard time holding back.

"Ughh," Mark grunted as his first shot arced through the air and landed on the comforter on Dan's bed. Rising up on the balls of his feet, his hand moving even faster as his cock grew slick with cum, and he sprayed wildly in all directions.

Almost immediately after him, Jeff's chair shook hard enough to move several inches. Still trying to remain discreet he squeezed his eyes shut and held his cock tight as several jets of cum shot straight up, landing in his hair and on his face.

On the television, the stranger let out a roar and rammed hard between Michelle's legs before collapsing against Bill's sweat streaked back. Spasms wracked his body as Michelle's pussy milked him until he was empty. When he was done he rolled off of her to one side. 

Bill pulled his cock out of Michelle's mouth and dropped next to the stranger. She scrambled between his legs, re-trapping his cock in her mouth, reaching between her legs and fingering herself frantically, sucking her husband as the other man's cum slowly oozed out of her just fucked pussy and covered her hands.

Now it was Bill's turn to buck his hips as his wife coaxed the cum out of his cock with her tongue and her lips. She sucked hard for over a minute, whimpering as she came with him.

Dan's cock throbbed painfully as the television faded to black. He'd reached down periodically to rub and fondle, but he'd purposely stopped stroking because he liked the feeling of his balls growing heavy with cum. It took every ounce of willpower not to just go for broke and push himself over the edge, but he didn't want to waste this much cum on his hand. He would go out and find some pussy, even if he had to drive 100 miles, and when he did, someone would be in for a BIG surprise. 

******* 

Disclaimer: 

This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. 

It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! 

By reading it, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. 

You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. 

No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product.



Trading Places Ch. 4



Author's Note: 

This story was originally distributed in 7 chapters. 

If you missed the other installments, check my author's page.

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*******

"Goddamn Dan, if it had been you fucking Michelle we'd still be watching her try to get that in," Jeff said, the alcohol loosening his tongue. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't be caught dead looking between another man's legs, let alone talking about what he saw.

Dan spread his legs wide and let his cock stretch out in front of him. "Yeah, kind of scary, huh?" he asked good-naturedly.

Dan's cock lay thickly between his legs as dark and big around as a good-sized tree branch. The head glistened with precum, almost glowing. 

Both Mark and Jeff stared wide eyed as Dan stroked it gently, running his hand up over the head, then bringing it down toward the base. With his free hand he squeezed his balls, hissing with pleasure, his head falling back against the headboard.

"Hey Dan," Bill called, his voice sounding far away.

"Yeah Bill?"

"How'd you like to fuck Michelle?"

Dan's head shot forward as if he'd been hit. He looked at his friend, sitting on his bead cross-legged like some pornographic caricature of an emperor, his cock in his hand and pointing in Dan's general direction.

"Bill, what the hell are you talking about?" Dan asked uncomfortably. His cock swelled even more at the thought of getting a shot at Michelle.

Bill fondled himself. "You saw how hot she gets. She loves to fuck, and I love to share her. When I told her I was going to show this tape to you guys she almost came. And she didn't even know about that," he gestured toward Dan's cock.

"Bill, I don't know…" Somehow, Dan couldn't believe that any good could come from fucking his best friend's wife.

"You won't regret it," Bill persisted. "You've never fucked a pussy so tight and wet, I swear it."

Beer and arousal clouded Dan's brain. "Okay. Sure," he agreed huskily. Both Mark and Jeff gaped. "Fuck, I need to take a shower to get this thing down," Dan growled, pushing himself up off the bed. He couldn't think of anything other than getting his nut off, and if he stayed here much longer he wouldn't be able to hold off for a woman.

In the stall, he left the water tepid, which helped calm him down and work out some of the booze. Eventually his cock relaxed enough that he no longer felt a tingle when he made contact and he was able to soap up. Still, he made the water colder and stood under the freezing spray for several minutes longer.

When he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his head was a little clearer. Mark and Jeff were gone, but Bill was still sprawled naked on his bed.

He was still watching videos; apparently, he'd brought more than one. This one featured Michelle by herself, vibrator in hand, bringing herself to orgasm repeatedly in a variety of positions. Dan dropped heavily to the bed, his towel falling away as his cock hardened. 

Bill got up and joined him on his bed, handing him a beer as he sat down. They watched the tape roll in silence. Michelle proved to be an enthusiastic subject, capable of assuming all sorts of positions and contortions. The two men continued to drink and fondle themselves, until the tape ended and the room was plunged into twilight. 

"So, what do you think?" Bill asked quietly. "Would you really like to fuck her?"

In the shower, Dan had convinced himself that it would be a bad idea. He'd known Bill most of his life, and things would be weird afterward. But right now, he couldn't focus on anything other than the throbbing rod between his legs. His cock was so sensitive that even subtle shifts sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"How old are these tapes?" Dan asked inanely, trying to stall a little. 

"The first one, about two weeks old. That last one was taken the night before we came here."

"No fucking way!" Dan exclaimed. He'd expected it to be months, if not years old.

"Yeah, we've been making a lot of new friends lately," Bill admitted.

"Well shit, Bill, why'd you wait so long to ask me?" Dan demanded, annoyed.

His friend was silent for several minutes before he answered. "Look, I know you're my best friend and all, but this is different."

"You're damn right!"

"No, I'm serious. Look, I think Michelle is hot as shit, and the only thing better than fucking her is watching someone else fuck her too, someone who was willing to do anything for that privilege."

It was Dan's turn to be quiet. "What do you mean, 'do anything'?" he asked when he finally spoke.

In the growing darkness, he heard the distinctive sound of Bill sliding his hand up and down his cock. From the sound of things, he was getting really worked up, even more so than he'd been when everyone was watching the tape earlier.

"You know how on the tape you heard me talk about a deal?"

Dan thought a moment. "Yeah, something like, 'A deal's a deal' or, 'You've earned it', I think."

"Well, the guys who fuck Michelle are willing to pay a price to get a crack at her." Bill was really stroking fast now. Dan could feel the bed shaking, could hear Bill puffing with the effort to orgasm. "A pretty big price."

"What, like money?" Was Bill pimping Michelle?

Bill didn't answer at first. Instead, with great effort, he released his cock and let his hard on subside some. He still wasn't ready to come--at least not until he'd finished this conversation.

"No, not money. A different type of payment." He took a deep breath. "In order to fuck Michelle, they had to let me fuck them," he blurted out.

The statement hung in the air between the two men. Bill held his breath; Dan may have been his oldest friend, but this was definitely uncharted territory. 

"Fuck them?" was all Dan could manage.

"Don't get me wrong," Bill added quickly. "It's not like I don't like girls. But you've seen Michelle; guys would cut off an arm to fuck her. She gets a rush, I get a rush, but when we first started out, the guy got the honeypot for free. I finally decided that maybe they should have to prove how much they want a taste. And I can't think of anything more important to a man than his cherry."

Dan just sat there, dumbfounded.

"I just didn't count on it feeling so good! So far, their asses have almost always been tighter than Michelle's pussy."

Dan fell back on the bed, his legs hanging over the side, his cock still pulsing.

"So, you mean to tell me, in order to get a piece of your wife, I've got to let you get a piece of me?" he slurred in a quavering voice.

"Look, no one has to let me do anything. Michelle is a great piece of ass, by far the best you'll ever have, but if it turns out I'm lying, it's not like we could undo anything. I know it's a lot to demand--that's why I never brought it up." He looked down at Dan's cock. "Although it seems like maybe YOU'VE had a thought or two about my wife." 

"What exactly are we talking about?" Dan finally asked without sitting up, his words tripping over each other.

"Simple. I fuck you, you get to fuck my wife."

He'd made this offer more times than he could count, and in almost every instance the outcome had been the same. Early on, when he just had a picture of Michelle, he'd had to work a little harder to make his case. When he started bringing guys back to the house that he'd met in bars, they'd all caved quickly. This was the first time he'd used a videotape to try to entice someone. It was also the first time he made the offer to someone he knew.

He leaned over, his cock brushing Dan's thigh. He felt Dan stiffen, but he didn't pull away. "You can't imagine what she feels like. Once she starts to come, she can't stop. Your ass is really a small price to pay for the fuck of your life," he said earnestly.

Bill reached between Dan's legs and massaged his asshole with his fingertips. He got rock hard thinking about Michelle fucking him.

"I'm not gay," Dan said pleadingly, half to himself.

The sense of desperation in his voice made Bill's balls tingle. For some reason, the thought of breaking Dan made him even more excited. 

"Will it hurt?" Dan asked softly.

"Yes. Some, but not for long," Bill answered honestly.

"Can you get it over with quick?"

Bill worked a finger into Dan's ass. "You never can tell."

******* 

Disclaimer: 

This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. 

It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! 

By reading it, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. 

You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. 

No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. 



Trading Places Ch. 5



Author's Note:

This story was originally distributed in 7 chapters. 

If you missed the other installments, check my author's page.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. 

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*******

Dan yelped but spread his legs wider to accommodate the invading digit. He bit down on his lip and fought to keep from hyperventilating.

"Get on your hands and knees," Bill commanded once his finger was sliding in and out easily. Dan did as he was told. "Now drop your chest to the bed and spread your legs as wide as you can."

In that position, his hips were thrust upward and his cock rubbed against the comforter. Bill spit several times into his hand and rubbed the saliva along the crack of Dan's ass. Dan arched his back involuntarily as Bill's fingers danced over the puckered bud of his anus.

"Oh God, Bill, please don't do this," Dan begged one last time.

Without warning, Bill snaked two fingers into Dan's asshole. Dan pressed his face into the bed to muffle his scream. Goddamn it hurt! His asshole felt raw and stretched. He spread his legs, tried to give the fingers easier passage, and bit down of the bedspread.

"That's right, take it easy," Bill coaxed.

Dan's asshole throbbed dully. Bill had begun twisting and turning his fingers, moving them in circles, opening Dan further. Dan relaxed his jaw, the comforter dropping out of his mouth as the pain subsided. He tried to stay focused on the reason for enduring this, thought about how badly he wanted to fuck Michelle, and felt his cock start to get hard.

"Hmmm, seems like you're starting to get into this a little." 

Dan didn't answer. Thinking about Michelle had been a huge mistake. Now his overly sensitive cock head was rubbing against the rough bedspread, sending even sharper spasms through him. With practiced ease Bill probed and turned inside Dan's ass until he grazed his prostate; Dan was immediately rock hard, and his legs started to shake. He pushed back against Bill's fingers, fucking them, even as his cock ached for release.

"That's it," Bill encouraged him. "It's not so bad, really."

Dan clenched his jaws tight, afraid that if he opened his mouth a moan might escape. As a third finger joined the first two the door to the room swung open, revealing Jeff and Mark in the doorway.

"Holy shit," Mark whispered.

"I don't believe it," Jeff agreed.

Dan turned his head to face them, his face contorted in a mask of pain and pleasure. The addition of an audience spurred Bill on. He twisted and stroked Dan's prostate, forcing a tortured groan out of him. Still not satisfied, Bill reached between Dan's legs and stroked his cock, timing his movements to the tempo in Dan's ass. Rolling his eyes, Dan grabbed the bedspread in both fists and held on for dear life.

"Oh God," he shuddered. "Guys, please close the door…someone might walk by," he moaned.

They stepped in and shut the door behind them. Jeff walked over to the bedside table and switched on the lamp, bathing the room in dim yellow light. Dan and Bill were drenched in sweat, and Dan's whole body was taut with the strain of fighting his arousal. Bill, on the other hand, was aglow with excitement, his victory fueling him.

Jeff and Mark pulled up seats facing them, fascinated. It was a lot like looking at a car accident--it made both men uncomfortable, but they felt compelled to keep watching. 

Dan gripped and released the comforter in the same rhythm that Bill jammed his fingers in and out of his ass and stroked his cock. Occasionally Bill must have done something different because Dan would suddenly arch his back and pant loudly. 

Jeff and Mark shifted self-consciously in their seats. Neither man had ever seen two guys go at it, and if you had asked them before today, both would have asserted that it held no interest for them. But they were definitely getting hard now. Maybe it was because they knew the participants, that just seeing this them like this felt clandestine, secret. Whatever it was they both tugged at their crotches, trying to get a little more room.

Bill caught their movement out of the corner of his eye. "Might as well get comfortable boys," he said, turning to face them and fixing them with a lewd grin. "The show's really about to start."

Looking away embarrassed, Mark stood up, stripped off his clothes, and fell back on his chair. He was shorter than both Dan and Bill, with graying hair on both the top of his head as well as his chest. He was lean but not terribly fit--the kind of guy who ate right but exercised little. His cock, finally free, jutted out in front of him red and angry, evidence that it had been stimulated for the better part of the day. Bill made a mental note that maybe he should approach Mark about fucking Michelle in the near future.

Mark sat back down and leaned over, letting spit dribble out of his mouth to coat his cock head. Scooting forward to let his cum heavy balls hang clear of the seat, he pumped harder, the slow "slap-slap" mixing with the sounds coming from the bed.

With a few more thrusts Bill removed his fingers and let go of Dan's cock. Dan's body held the position it'd been in for the better part of an hour, his ass now gaping from Bill's expert manipulation. His breathing was coming shallow and fast, his body convulsing.

"Are you ready for my cock, Dan?" Bill asked tenderly, almost lovingly. Dan grunted his assent.

"Uh uh, that's not good enough. I want to hear you ask for it. Ask me to put my cock in your ass and fuck you," Bill taunted.

Dan's mind reeled. The more Bill violated him, the more he thought about fucking Michelle, and the more he found himself wanting, almost needing, Bill to take him. His ass felt empty and his cock had softened even though he wanted so desperately to come.

"Please Bill, fuck me. Fuck my ass," he heard his mouth betray him. His voice sounded hungry, supplicating. To his surprise and embarrassment he reached behind and grabbed his own ass cheeks, spreading them wide for Bill. 

Bill chuckled. "In the end, they always come to you."

Without bothering to slip on a condom, Bill placed the head of his cock, a round, fleshy mushroom, against Dan's warm, loosened hole, and rubbed. Dan cooed, pushing back, trying to mount it. Bill grabbed Dan's hips and urged him forward so that he could climb up on the mattress behind him. In this position he was able to point his cock down so that when he entered, he would do so from above and at an angle, getting the maximum thrust and depth. He let his weight fall forward and felt his cock bury deep in Dan's ass. 

The sound that resulted was a mixture of a scream, a moan, and a choked cry. Even as Bill pressed down Dan lifted his head and shoulders so far off the bed that it looked like he might bend in two. 

Mark grunted and his cock erupted, errant streams splashing on Dan and Bill. A particularly strong stream hit Dan in the face, dappling his eyebrows, while another landed on his back. 

Now all the way in, Bill held Dan's hips and pulled back out until just his cock head was in Dan's ass. With exaggerated force he drove down, making the bed shake, and Dan pressed his face into the bed. Bill ground his hips as his pelvis made contact, his cock snugly wedged inside, throbbing and swollen, making Dan claw at the bed.

Bill no longer kept track so he really couldn't rate Dan against the other guys he'd fucked, but without a doubt he was enjoying this ride. Dan was basically one big muscle; every part of his body was lean and firm. Now that he was getting into it, he was squeezing Bill's cock so hard that Bill knew he couldn't last much longer. If he fucked even half as well as he got fucked, Michelle was in for a treat.

It all finally got to be too much for Jeff. Reluctantly, he removed his pants and shorts, but for some reason left his socks and shirt on. Mesmerized, he played with his cock as Bill fucked Dan, drawn into the act even more than Mark had been.

In fact, he was so involved in what was going on on the bed that it took him a moment to realize that his wasn't the only hand in his crotch. Looking down, he saw Mark's hand cupping his ball sac, squeezing gently as he pumped his own cock. He reached down and covered Mark's hand, intending to remove it, but Mark brushed his fingers over Jeff's balls, distracting him. Emboldened, Mark moved his hand along Jeff's shaft, stroking it in time with Bill's thrusts. Jeff wanted to remove Mark's hand but it felt so good--in addition to pumping his hand up and down, Mark's fingers danced over his cock, teasing the head, the ridge, the slit, making Jeff drool.

On the bed, Bill maneuvered Dan's cock so that it trailed in back of him, hanging over the edge and rubbing against the side of the bed. A small puddle of precum dribbled out. Dan was moaning unabashedly now, and Bill was pounding into him as hard as he could.

"Oh Goddamn!" Dan roared as his cock began thrashed against the bed, thick streams of cum splashing along the side of the bed. 

Across from them, Jeff whimpered as he came, with Mark tugging his cock hard, almost abusively. Mark was stroking his own again as well, his hand moving maniacally, coaxing out what little cum had built up as well.

The sounds of his friends all coming coupled with the viselike clenching of Dan's ass finally made Bill pop. With a brutal thrust he buried his cock in Dan's ass, holding on tightly as he emptied his load deep in him. Dan bucked and writhed trying to free himself even as another small orgasm was touched off by the torrent of cum filling him. Bill's hold was surprisingly strong; in truth, his grip was derived as much from passion as from any physical strength.

Spent, Bill gingerly removed his cock with an audible pop, and Dan crumpled against the bed. On wobbly legs he walked over to the cooler and fished out another beer.

He turned to face his friends. Dan was still on the bed moaning, a thin line of cum drooling out of the tip of cock. Jeff and Mark were slumped in their chairs, legs spread wide, chests rising and falling deeply.

"So who's up for steaks?" he asked, smiling at them. "I'm starving."

******* 

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Trading Places Ch. 6



Author's Note: 

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If you missed the other installments, check my author's page.

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*******

The ride back on Sunday was absolutely miserable. Every time he'd dozed off last night, Dan dreamt that Bill climbed in his bed, rolled him over, and fucked him again. He'd wake with a start, only to find Bill sleeping soundly in his own bed.

The interior of the SUV felt cramped. Whenever Bill made a sudden move, Dan flinched. He was still incredibly sore from last night--anytime they hit a bump or pothole a small spike of pain ran through him, starting in his bowels and dissipating in his chest.

By the time they dropped Mark off and pulled into Bill's driveway, it was almost 10:00pm.

Bill turned to Dan. "So are you coming in?" he asked amiably. 

Dan hedged. "Maybe we shouldn't…"

"Dan," Bill said, placing a hand on his arm. "Relax. Stop being silly; come on in for a sec." His hand tightened on Dan's bicep.

Dan still hesitated.

"Look," Bill continued. "You lived up to your part of the bargain. There's no time limit to cash in; we can finish whenever you want to. But you've got to be cramped after being stuck in this car so long."

"Well, I do have to pee," Dan conceded.

Bill smiled and hopped out. Inside, Dan went straight to the bathroom, head down, hoping he wouldn't run into Michelle. Now that he was here, this really seemed like a bad idea all around. He was even willing to chalk up last night to a life experience--the sooner he could put this all behind him (no pun intended), the better it would be for everyone.

Unzipping his fly, he pulled cock out and emptied his bladder, rocking gently as he did, loving the feeling of relief. He was in the process of getting himself put together when an urgent pressure seized him; he needed to pee again. 

The stream almost started before he was able to position himself back over the toilet. Only, instead of a thin, yellowish liquid, what came out was white and milky. It just poured out, settling to the bottom of the bowl, as unbidden memories from the last day spilled over him.

He had no idea how long he was in the bathroom, but by the time he'd managed to stumble out Bill and Michelle had gotten comfortable in the living room.

Bill was naked and sprawled on the couch, his legs spread wide, the blonde hair on his barrel chest glistening with sweat. His head was back, resting against the cushions, and his large hands held Michelle's head gently as she bobbed it up and down on his cock. She was kneeling, her skirt riding up high enough to show a slight glimpse of her ass. She used one hand to hold her balance, while the other worked feverishly under her skirt. The wet sound of her pussy gripping her fingers mixed with the sucking sounds coming from between Bill's legs.

"He was really getting off watching the tapes," Dan heard Bill say. "And his cock--Jesus Christ it was biggest fucking thing I've ever seen. It just wasn't natural!"

Dan swooned and grabbed the doorframe, embarrassed. Bill was telling Michelle about the weekend. Oh God, no!

Even after all these years of marriage, Michelle sometimes had trouble fitting Bill's cock into her mouth, especially when he was excited. She gagged as he forced more of it in, even as he stroked her cheek softly and whispered encouragement.

"With everybody there, I asked him if he wanted to fuck you. You know how he is; he hemmed and hawed a bit, but finally he said yes."

The hand between Michelle's legs moved faster, and she made a sound that was half hum, half moan.

"So after everyone left, after we watched you with the vibrator, I told him that if he let me fuck him, he could fuck you."

His cock had been in her mouth so deep that his pubic hair brushed her lips. She snorted and gasped as she slowly pulled back, releasing him. 

"Shit Bill, why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

"Get me so hot, so close to coming, then fuck it up like that," she spat.

"Huh?" Bill was genuinely puzzled.

"Well, you tell me about how hot Dan is, make me think there's a chance I might get to fuck him, then drop the punch line! If I have to wait for him to let you fuck him, I'm in for a long goddamn wait!" She glared at him as she sat heavily on the floor. Bill smiled.

"What's so fucking funny?"

"You are," he chuckled. "I'm amazed you have such little faith in me OR you."

"What do you mean…" she stopped in mid sentence, her eyes widening. "You fucked him?" she asked in a hushed tone.

In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of Dan, but kept his eyes locked on his wife's.

"I guess the combination of too many beers and your hot body was too much."

"You really fucked him?" she asked again, stunned.

Bill nodded. "He even came with my dick in his ass," Bill said matter-of-factly.

Michelle fell back in an exaggerated imitation of a faint. Looking up, she saw an upside down Dan in the doorway and a broad smile spread across her face. "Well hello there, gorgeous," she said, deepening her voice.

Jumping to her feet, she wiggled out of her skirt and blouse and walked toward him. Everything moved in slow motion for Dan, dreamlike; this wasn't a video this time, it was the real thing. Her hair was pulled pack into a tight ponytail that hung over one broad shoulder. Her breasts swayed invitingly with each step, the nipples already hard and swollen, darkening, a stark contrast to the pale luster of her skin. Her pussy was still smooth, probably freshly shaven, the lips wet with excitement and red from stimulation. 

Standing in front of him she stood on her toes, locked her hands behind his neck, and pulled him toward her. Her mouth covered his, her tongue running over his lips before forcing itself between them. He stayed rigid, unsure how to respond, until she pressed her body against him. With so little between them, the heat from between her body overwhelmed him, convinced him to submit. His hands circled her waist, holding her against him as his tongue met hers and explored her mouth. His cock, trapped between them, twitched, and she moaned appreciatively.

They separated and she dropped to her knees, unbuckling his belt and helping him out of his shoes, socks, and pants. He looked over at Bill, sitting on the couch stroking his cock, a man in a blissful trance. He pulled off his shirt and let his hands drop to his sides, his stomach doing flips in anticipation of what might come next.

"Son of a bitch," she murmured as she kissed her way wetly up from his knee, under his balls, and back down to the other knee. She reached up and stroked him slowly, feeling him grow hot and harder in her hand. Lovingly, she covered his cock head with kisses and he groaned, a bead of precum rolling out of the slit.

Dan must have closed his eyes for a bit, because the next thing he knew Bill was standing in front of him with a glass of scotch. He accepted it gratefully, tossing it all back in one gulp before handing it back. A warm, pleasant rush spread over him as the alcohol settled in his stomach. 

Below, Michelle pushed her face into his crotch, the tight skin of his balls rubbing against her nose. His smell was sharp, a mixture of musk and earth and something like cinnamon that made her clit ache. She stuck her tongue out and licked the crease between his ball sac and his thigh, the sparse, curly, hair tickling her tongue, her lips tingling wherever they came in contact with his salty flesh.

Michelle's mouth was working magic on Dan's crotch, so much so that he found it getting increasingly difficult to keep standing. As the tremors grew stronger he lowered himself to the ground, lying on his back with his cock struggling to raise itself under its ponderous weight. Michele let him get settled then grabbed him with both hands, gently kissing her way up along the length of his shaft. When she got to the head her tongue snaked out, working under the ridge and scooping up some of the precum that was now pouring out in a steady stream. He moaned involuntarily when she started to nibble softly on the sensitive edges of his cock head. Next, she placed it against her lips, opened her mouth wide, and inched his cock into her mouth until the head settled against the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck, if the rest of you is this tight I'm a dead man," Dan gulped.

She chuckled softly, letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth in a rhythmic fucking motion. She relaxed her face as best she could, allowing him to gradually extend down into her throat. Breathing through her nose she swallowed hard, squeezing his cock, as she reached out and massaged his balls, causing him to let loose a flood of cum that she then swallowed greedily.

Miraculously, he was still hard as he withdrew. Smiling mischievously she straddled his face, grinding her pussy roughly into his face. She leaned forward, grabbing his cock again with both hands, and drew it to her as she parted her thighs wider, gasping when she felt his tongue dart out and up between her inner lips. 

She worked his cock into her mouth again, letting it lay across her tongue as she used both hands to jerk him off. He reached between her legs and played with her clit while he gave her pussy a tongue bath, occasionally grabbing her labia with his teeth and tugging, making her shiver.

He felt her tongue slither sensually up his crack, teasing his hole. He froze self consciously, even as the expert tongue touched off tiny explosions throughout his body. The tongue was really working now, making his asshole slippery, actually working its way inside him. The explosions came harder now. Michelle sucked and nibbled on his cock as the tongue probed its deepest and Dan pressed his face hard against Michelle's pussy, making her moan loudly.

When his head cleared, Dan realized that the sensations he'd just felt were impossible. There was no way Michelle could be working on his asshole AND sucking his cock, not from this position. Which could only mean that Bill was the one licking his ass.

******* 

Disclaimer: 

This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. 

It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! 

By reading it, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. 

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No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. 



Trading Places Ch. 7



Author's Note: 

This story was originally distributed in 7 chapters. 

If you missed the other installments, check my author's page.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. 

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*******

Michelle felt Dan tense under her and sucked harder, using her tongue and teeth until he was panting from over stimulation. Once he started to relax, Bill gently worked a finger into his still tight, but well broken in, ass.

"Bill," Dan mumbled plaintively from between Michelle's legs. "You said if I let you fuck me, I could fuck Michelle." It was weird to hear his baritone voice muffled by her crotch and bordering on a whine. "I did my part," he insisted.

Bill inserted a second finger and wiggled both until they found Dan's prostate. In response, Dan sucked Michelle's pussy lips between his teeth and tongued them savagely as he shook, groaning uncontrollably.

"So tell me to stop," Bill challenged. "Say the word and I'll let you be." He wiggled his fingers again for emphasis.

Instead, Dan grabbed Michelle's hips and pulled her against him tighter, running his tongue over her sex faster. He wanted to tell Bill to stop, tell him to get away from him, but he couldn't. The feelings, the intensity--Dan had never felt anything like it. What's worse, he didn't want it to stop at just fingers. He wanted to feel Bill's cock again. 

He gripped the fingers with his ass, squeezed them as tight as he could, and tried to push his cock deeper into Michelle's mouth. Bill pumped and twisted forcefully, then withdrew them.

"What's the magic word?" he taunted. Michelle ground her pussy against Dan's face in encouragement, then raised herself up so that he could speak.

"Fuck me…please," he said softly.

Michelle dropped back on his mouth, squirming noticeably as she started to come. She couldn't believe this guy, this god, was begging her husband to fuck him.

His lapped at her pussy as her juices flowed out, coating his tongue with sweet, sticky liquid. Satisfied, Bill placed Dan's ankles on his shoulders and rested his cock head on Dan's asshole. Grunting, he pushed past the tight opening. Dan sucked harder on Michelle's pussy, as Bill's cock drove deeper, until Bill's balls scraped roughly against Dan's smooth, well-muscled ass. He wiggled inside, making Dan moan, then slowly extracted himself, letting the head pop out lazily. 

The second time he plunged in faster, a wet slapping sound following his connection. Michelle, who had begun sucking Dan's cock again choked as it swelled even larger and plunged further down her throat. Still holding it with two hands she pulled it further toward her, lifting his balls up and allowing Bill even easier access to his ass.

Bill picked up his pace, reaching down to play with Dan's balls as he fucked him, causing Dan to tighten around his cock. Startled by the grip, Bill felt himself shoot deep into Dan, a loud yell accompanying his orgasm. He pulled out, a thin trail of cum coming with him. After a minute, Dan found the strength to push Michelle free of his cock and rolled her off him.

"You have one hell of a fucking coming," he said standing, his cock swinging seductively, dripping precum on the carpet.

He extended his hand and helped her to her feet. Again he leaned down and kissed her, her rock hard nipples digging into him, his cock hot and sticky against her. She was so horny she made an audible squishing sound when she moved, and her skin was flushed pink from being turned on so long--it looked like she had a low-grade sunburn.

He led her over to the dining room table and positioned her so that her ass was perched on the edge and she was leaning back, supporting her weight with her arms. Standing between her legs he spread her legs, then reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it over her clit. The heat from between her legs was incredible.

He maneuvered his cock head in between her legs and Michelle arched her back to meet him, her mouth agape with pain and pleasure. Actually inside, she finally appreciated just how big he was. She fell against the table, clawing at the air, trying to grab his hips to slow the invasion, but she was unable to make contact. Her mouth opened and closed rapidly without uttering a sound.

"That a girl," he said gutturally. "Now you know how I felt."

She balled her hands into fists and pounded the table violently as he continued to enter her. Reaching between them he trapped her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing firmly and pulling it toward him.

"Goddamn!" she bellowed, her eyelids fluttering and her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh shit, I'm going to die," she moaned.

He tried to grab her hips and pull her onto him, but he met resistance. Only about two thirds of the way in, he didn't want to hurt her, at least not that way, so he withdrew, pulling back so that only his cock head was still buried in her. Her body flattened against the table, her chest rising and falling raggedly.

Leaning over, he sucked one angry, enflamed nipple into his mouth. She purred, her head lolling back and forth as he teased and tickled it, the muscles in her pussy contracting involuntarily around his cock. He alternated between the two of them, trying to give each nipple adequate attention, until she was writhing. Then, very gently, he slid his cock back in, burrowing in a little deeper this time. He repeated this routine, sucking on her tits to make her wet then sliding more of his cock in, until he was mashing his pelvis against hers. 

He fell forward, burying his face in her neck next to her ear, and whispered, "That's all there is. How does it feel?"

Michelle opened her mouth to reply just as the first orgasm gripped her, shaking her body so hard her teeth rattled. The harder she came the tighter she gripped his cock and the harder she came, until it felt like she might pass out. 

Finally, the shaking subsided, and he slowly began pumping his long thick cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles, as bolts of arousal shot through her, starting at her crotch and radiating out. She grabbed his forearms, felt the muscles move under the skin as he slid in and out of her, and held on as he fucked her.

When he felt the first twinges of his impending orgasm he withdrew all the way, her pussy gripping him tightly, reluctant to let him free.

"Get on the floor. On your hands and knees," he commanded gruffly.

She just lay there, dazed, her hands squeezing her nipples, crotch humping the air. She was so horny, so close, that all she could focus on was getting herself off. He smiled and reached down, yanking her off the table. She scrambled to get her feet under her so she didn't fall, then dropped to the floor as she'd been told.

He got behind her and spread her legs, then reached under and teased her lips, dragging his fingers over them until she was pounding the floor in frustration. When he thought she'd been tormented enough, he worked his cock part way in. Before she could react he grabbed her hips and pulled himself deep, slamming into her as hard as he could. He took several hard, fast strokes before settling into a slow easy rhythm.

Finally rejuvenated, Bill scooted under Michelle so that his cock was in her face and his face was under her crotch. As Dan continued to pump her he felt Bill's tongue trace her lips and dance over his shaft. It was an erotic feeling, wet and firm and hot, and he slowed a little so that Bill could run his tongue along more of his shaft as he fucked his wife. Bill and Michelle both groaned at the same time.

Bill reached up and fondled Dan's balls, pulling and squeezing them, while Michelle stuffed Bill's cock in her mouth all the way down to the base, swallowing and humming. Dan fucked Michelle as slow as he could, until he couldn't hold out any longer, and let loose his first warm, hard jet of cum. When she felt it splash inside her she screamed, cock deep in her throat, and started to come again as well. This time her orgasm was short and intense, strong enough for her ears to still be ringing even after her breathing had returned to normal. 

Bill followed her close behind her, grabbing Michelle's hips as he forced his cock as far into her mouth as he could manage. He tore his mouth away from Michelle's crotch gasping, unable to keep up the licking as short bursts of cum filled his wife's mouth.

Seizing the opportunity to even the score with Bill, Dan pulled his cock out of Michelle and slid it into Bill's parted mouth. Bill took it willingly, relaxing his throat and running his tongue over it, using the same technique his wife was using on his own cock.

The three of them collapsed in a jumbled heap of body parts, cum and juice dripping all over each other. Gradually they untangled themselves and rolled on their backs, exhausted. Dan had just started to drift off when he felt soft, gentle kisses trail along his still twitching cock and make their way down toward his asshole. He found himself looking forward to Round Two.

******* 

Disclaimer: 

This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. 

It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! 

By reading it, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. 

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No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. 



Trading Places/Swapping Roles



Ken had begun to regret his idea. Sherry had always been a little too smug for his tastes, and he had taken the opportunity to teach his slave a lesson. The bet had been simple, and Ken had been overconfident. His computer had taken a turn for the worse, and would not even turn on. Ken had brought it to a computer repairman, and was given the bad news. The computer was unable to be fixed. He hadn't been too happy when he came home, carrying the carcass of his machine.

Sherry offered to fix it, and he had refused, telling her what the repairman had said. As usual, Sherry asked again, assuring him that it could be fixed. Ken was angry, and almost said no once again, but he got an idea. He made Sherry a bet, that she could not fix the machine. He sweetened the bet, by giving a prize that he knew she could not resist. Sherry had always exhibited desires to be the one in control, and he offered her just that. The deal was made, that if Sherry could fix the computer, then he would be HER slave for an entire day. Sherry had taken the bet, and Ken now wished that she hadn't.

When Ken returned home from work the next day, Sherry greeted him with a big smile, and a working computer. Ken was amazed when she told him that it was a simple thing, and that the repairman had tried to scam him. Ken had been happy that his computer was working, but he soon remembered the bet. Ken had agreed to give her the next Saturday as her day, and the day had now come.

Ken was tied firmly to the examination table that he had tied Sherry to so many times. He found the table at an on-line auction, and couldn't resist getting the real thing. His legs were spread in the stirrups, and locked in place, while his balls ached from the leather straps that Sherry had wrapped tightly around them. He was glad that she had left him alone for a while, even though she had left him tied, with a ball gag in his mouth. Sherry had kept up her end of the bet, and had spent the entire day using him in one way or another. Kens mouth and lips ached from what seemed like hours licking her pussy, and his stomach was aching from his desperate need to cum. He would have given Sherry the ride of her life if the roles were reversed, and those images flitted through his mind. He tried to clear his head, knowing that he had used the same mental games and tricks on Sherry many times before.

Ken had begun to fall asleep by the time Sherry returned to the room. His eyes widened as she came into the door. Her usually shaven pussy, was obscured by a harness, with a sturdy sized latex cock fixed in place. When the hell had she bought that? She smiled as she caught his eye, and waved a bottle of lube at him.

"I think you should know how it feels to get a good strong fuck. God knows I love it, and so will You." she teased him.

Ken shook his head from side to side, and tried to shout around the gag. He tried to command her to stop. He tried to regain control, but she couldn't make any intelligible sounds. Ken always enjoyed having his ass licked, and even lightly fingered, but he had never taken anything so large before. 

Sherry winked at him, and knelt down. Ken groaned as he felt her hot, wet tongue circle around his tight hole. Sherry licked in small circles, just like he liked, and then began to slowly push her tongue into his ass. Kens head lolled from side to side as she rimmed his ass. He could feel her tongue working deeper, like a wet little snake. Sherry pulled her tongue from his ass, and then pushed a finger into his spit-slicked hole. She watched as Ken's hips jerked forward, his cock fucking the air. 

Sherry returned to licking his ass, her tongue teasing the rim of his hole, while her finger twisted and squirmed. She slipped a second finger into him, and then a third. Sherry soon had her fingers twisting about, and rubbing Kens prostate She opened her fingers, stretching his hole, and causing Ken to moan with a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Ken was shaking and jerking when she finally pulled her fingers from his ass.

Sherry stood up, and Ken could see the wicked look in her eyes. She showed him the bottle of lube again, and twisted the tapered top, opening the bottle. Ken was surprised by her creativity, as she pushed the bottle to his ass. The tip of the bottle slipped in with a slight push, and Ken could feel the sticky warm lubed squirting into him. Sherry withdrew the bottle, and gave it a shake, as a thin trickle of lube oozed from Ken's ass. She poured some of the lube onto her cock, and spread it about.

Ken waited with baited breath as she dropped the bottle of lube to the floor, and moved herself into place. Sherry made a show of getting herself into position. She pretended to make sure that she was at the correct distance, and gave a test wiggle of her hips.

"I want make sure that I have enough room to give you just the right strokes." Sherry said with a wink and a smile. She pressed the head of her cock to his ass, and watched his legs tighten up in response. Sherry didn't continue, but began to circle the head of her cock around his ass hole. She teased him with it; letting the head slowly work it's way into his ass. Ken didn't even realize when she had the head sunk in almost to the ridge. 

Sherry smiled, and gave one quick push, and the head of her cock popped into Ken's ass. Ken groaned as the egg shape filled him, and his ass snapped close around the shaft of her cock. Sherry gave him a moment to get used to the feel, and then began to slowly push more of her cock into him. She kept pushing, only stopping every few inches to let his ass adjust to the feeling. Ken was sweating by the time Sherry had the full length of her cock inside of him.

"Ooo yeah baby. That looks so good. Don't you like it?" Sherry cooed.

Ken could only nod his head as she began to pull her cock back out of him. He held himself still, but she only pulled out part way. Ken groaned when she pushed back in, filling him again with her cock. His cock strained as she began to fuck him with short slow strokes. Sherry began to increase the length of her strokes, pulling her cock almost all the way out with each movement. The pressure on her clit, and the vibe inside of her, sent shivers through her body every time she pushed into him.

Ken shivered as Sherry began to increase her pace. She soon had her cock sawing into his ass like a well-oiled machine. His ass was opened wide, and small spurts of lube dribbled down the back of his ass. Sherry grabbed his feet for support, and began to swing her hips with sharp motions. She was on the verge of coming again, and the sight of the helpless man in front of her only made it all the sweeter. 

"Oh yeah..." she said over and over.

Ken had lost all control, and humped his ass forward to her, taking her cock deep with every stroke. His body rocked with the force of her strokes, and his cock was rock hard. He began to groan unconsciously as Sherry battered his hole.

"Oh Yeah.... Yeah!" Sherry yelled as she began to cum. Her body jerked back and forth, as her cock wiggled wildly in Ken's hungry ass. She kept fucking him, growling like an animal as she rode out her orgasm. Kens moaning grew louder as Sherry raked his legs with her nails, and his cock began to pulse as if it were on fire.

"Do you want to cum?" Sherry asked Ken, sweat pouring down her face "Tell me if you want it?" 

Ken nodded his head frantically, and kept nodding as Sherry unwrapped the cord from around his balls. He shook as she grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it. Sherry resumed her fucking, and timed her thrusts with the stroking she was giving him. It took less than a dozen strokes, and Ken's cock erupted. Ken yelled as he came, his cock blasting thick spurts of come into air. His come spattered onto his chin and chest, and he almost blacked out from the intensity. 

Ken was wasted, and could only jerk from the feeling as Sherry pulled her cock from his ass. He could feel the remaining lube run out of his open hole, then Sherry's fingers probing inside of him.

"We don't want this to close up." Sherry told him. She reached into a drawer on the table, and pulled out a thick, red jelly butt plug. Ken could only wince as she pushed the plug into his ass, being that the plug was slightly larger than her cock. She held it as his ass closed up, and held the plug firmly. The night was almost over, and Ken couldn't figure out what she was doing. Sherry should have been untying him, but she wasn't.

"Confused?" Sherry said to him, as she came up to the top of the table.

She ran her hair through his sweat soaked hair, and smiled.

"I think I like this arrangement better than the old. I know that you might feel different, but you will come around to my way sooner or later." She told him with a smile.

Sherry walked away from the table, her cock bobbing lewdly in front of her.

"I'll give you some time alone, to think about our new arrangement. Be ready for your second fuck when I come back. You see I am much smarter than you give me credit for. I know what you want. You will be my slave." She finished, and then left the room.

Ken took a deep breath, and tried to relax. For all that she was, Sherry was one thing. She was right.



Trading Pussy for Dick



I've always been a pretty big horn dog when it comes to women. Since high school, I've tried every trick in the book to meet, bed, and enjoy the ladies. I got married in my mid twenties, screwed around mercilessly on my wife, and divorced in my early thirties, after my wife caught me fucking my secretary, bent over my desk at work. Problem was it was the third time my wife caught me cheating, and strike three was the last straw.

I spend a lot of time in the gym, keeping my body in good shape. I always knew the ladies liked my six pack abs and cardio-induced stamina. However, it was the gym that began my downward spiral into a submissive little cock-craving slut.

I work in a large complex of office buildings. There is a gym for employees to use and it stays open till midnight during the week. I often work late then head over to workout before going home. Most nights I'm the only guy there. After a recent workout, I headed to the locker room for a quick shower as I was planning on hitting the bars on the way home to look for some pussy.

I still had my ipod on and was listening to some loud music as I undressed. I was trying to decide which bar to hit, and thoughts of the hot little number I'd picked up last week were playing through my mind. My cock was growing hard as I remembered her throating my tool and begging me to fuck her doggy style. I reached down and gave my semi a couple of quick tugs, hoping I'd have a hot little bitch working my boner in a couple of hours. As I grabbed a towel and took off my headphones, I realized another guy was standing just a couple of lockers down, stripped down to his briefs, staring at me with an amused look on his face.

He looked vaguely familiar, dark skinned, probably East Indian, with a hard, lean body. He was several inches taller than me, probably 6'4", and probably outweighed me by forty pounds. He looked like he could play middle linebacker for the Chicago Bears. Smiling at me, he reached down and gave the bulge in his briefs a squeeze. And an impressive looking bulge it was.

"You look stressed," he laughed, as I quickly wrapped my towel around me, trying to hide my half boner. 

"I had a great workout," I commented nonchalantly, "Just headed to the showers."

"Does working out always give you a hard-on?" he chuckled. "Or is it being naked in a locker room around other naked men that gets a rise out of you?"

"Neither," I replied, eager to hit the showers but unable to shuffle past this guy as he blocked my path. "Look I just need to grab a quick shower, so if you don't mind."

As I started to slide by the stranger, he whipped off his white briefs and his semi hard cock thwacked against my ass, covered only in a thin towel.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed. 

"Don't pretend you didn't like that," he said. "I know your type. You're a big ladies man, right? Like to fuck any little thing with a pussy. But I saw the way you were staring at my crotch. You're a classic closet queer. You can't admit it to yourself, but once you get bent over and have your cherry popped, you'll be begging for more cock."

"Fuck you," I shouted as I literally ran to the shower. As the warm water washed over my body, I was shocked to find that my cock was now rock hard. The guy was a cocky bastard but I had to admit, he did have an incredible cock. I'm no slouch in the package department and I get a huge kick out of making chicks gag on my solid 8" rod. But this guy's dick was at least 8" semi-hard. It was dark and thickly veined, with a huge bulbous head. I'd only caught a quick glimpse, but I could have picked it out of a dick line-up without any problem. Why was I so mesmerized by his tool?

I soaped up and couldn't resist soaping my boner too, sliding my hand back and forth, enjoying the sudsy feel of my raging erection. I needed to find some pussy in the worst way and take my building aggressions out on some lonely MILF tonight. But I couldn't get the picture of that asshole's cock out of my mind. And the more I thought about it, the harder my dick got.

I gotta get the hell out of here, I thought to myself as I turned off the water and hurried back to the lockers to get dressed. As I rounded the corner to the lockers, I came face to face with the dude again. Only this time, he was standing on a bench, fully naked, stroking himself. His cock was now at full attention and it was huge.

"Knew you'd be back," he growled as he pointed his wicked member straight at me. "Why don't you quit kidding yourself and get the fuck over here? My cock isn't going to suck itself."

I wanted to punch this bastard in the gut and be done with it. But something in me also wanted to touch his big dick. I'd never been attracted to guys before and generally I liked being the aggressor in a sexual setting, but his cocksure attitude had me questioning my own sexual orientation. Shit, I really did want to touch his dick. Even worse, I actually wanted to suck his dick. What the hell was happening to me?

"Don't just look at it you faggot, get your mouth wrapped around my fucking cock. I'm gonna teach you how to deepthroat like a pro. And before I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to bend you over this bench and plow your tight cherry ass."

Standing on the wooden bench, his cock was staring me straight in the face. He flicked his dick down and it rebounded hard against his tight abs, the big mushroom head on the dark stalk reaching above his belly button, leaving a wet spot where his precum landed. The guy was hung like a fucking horse and I wanted to taste that hot jizz in the worst way.

I looked back toward the door, and he read my mind.

"Don't worry slut," he said. "I locked the door into the gym, and we are the only two here. Nobody else is gonna find out what a cock-loving little whore you really are."

Now it hit me where I'd seen this guy before. He was one of the security guards in the complex. He worked the late shift and I often saw him patrolling as I left the gym.

"I, I, I, I don't usually do stuff like this," I stuttered as I reached out, wrapping my hand around his burning hot poker, slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth over the plum-sized head of his enormous pole.

"Sure you don't," he cackled. "But we'll make an exception this one time, huh bitch?"

His abusive language only made me hotter. He was treating me exactly like I enjoyed treating my one night stands. I love taking charge and treating my little conquests like cheap whores. Some of the chicks really get off on it, others just grin and bear it after I get them all liquored up.

Sticking out my tongue, I tentatively tasted the creamy fluid seeping out of his lewd piss hole. It was salty but not bad and I immediately knew I wanted to swallow every ounce of his big load. 

"That's it bitch, you like the taste of that hot spunk, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded, too embarrassed to admit I did like the taste of his cum. I opened my mouth wide and took the bulbous gland into my virgin mouth, using my tongue to lube his dark fuck stick.

He reached down and palmed my head, not happy just having his cockhead buried in my mouth. He pushed forward and several inches of his fat tool invaded my tight and unprepared throat. I immediately started to gag and tried to pull away, but he held my head firm, laughing deeply.

"Don't be such a pussy," he ordered. "I'll break that fucking throat in and you'll be taking me ball deep in no time. If you're gonna learn how to service a guy, you might as well learn how to service him right. Now put your fucking hands behind your back and get ready to swallow this sword."

No way was I going to be able to throat his entire length, but I'd gone this far, so I grabbed my hands behind my back and opened my mouth wide.

He applied slow, steady pressure as his thick cockhead plowed straight ahead, invading my tight throat an inch at a time. I fought back my gag reflex, trying to breath through my nose, doing my best not to choke on his charging weapon. Periodically, he'd pull back, leaving only the head of his monster in my mouth before reversing course and making additional headway. I could feel the thick, black tool dripping salty liquid down my throat as he advanced further, lubricating his path with his funky sauce. 

No matter how hard he pushed, I simple could not take the final two inches. His fat pole just lodged down my throat, cutting off my air, and making my head spin with a lack of oxygen.

"Not satisfactory bitch," he barked, pulling his spit covered rod from my tortured and raw throat. To add insult to injury, he gave my face a hard thwack with his slimy rod.

"Lie down on the bench on your back," he commanded. "And lean your head over the edge."

He squatted down and aimed his arrow at my now open throat passage, intending to drive his tool home. Amazingly, he was able to bury his cock down my throat in this position until his low hanging balls were literally resting on my upturned face. I did my best to remain calm, knowing if I started to gag at this point, I'd lose my lunch for sure.

He left his wicked member buried in my throat for what seemed an eternity as he reached down and gave my nipples a hard tweak. My cock jumped with electricity as I felt a steady stream of precum running down my own shaft.

Holding my head firmly, he began to fuck my throat with a steady rhythm, pulling all but his bulb from my throat before shoving his entire length down my now gaping mouth. His balls repeatedly bounced off my face as he fucked my throat with furious strokes. The nuts were the size of golf balls and were heavy with his building load, stinging my face with the force of each thrust.

"Fuck yea," he grunted as he plowed my throat, my jaw aching and my eyes watering uncontrollably. "You want to swallow my big load, don't you bitch?"

With his fat pole filling my mouth, I couldn't answer, instead I gave the thumbs up sign as I reached down and wrapped my hand around my throbbing boner, knowing only a few strokes would make me erupt like a volcano.

Without another word, he plunged his cock fully down my throat and I felt his meaty tool start to pulse as a huge wad of cream was unleashed. 

"Arggggggh," he grunted as he let loose his load.

The first few shots filled my throat and as he slowly withdrew, his spunk filled my mouth and finally unloaded all over my upturned face. With one last jerk, my own cock exploded, shooting torrents of cum all over my stomach and chest.

"Lick it clean, you dirty little slut," he ordered as he stuffed his cockhead back into my mouth. 

Once he was satisfied that I'd gotten every last drop, he pulled his cock from my mouth and straddling my face, ordered me to suck his balls.

"Fucking suck those nuts, bitch. I ain't done with you yet. Still got that cherry ass of yours to pop."

His big, hairy balls were sweaty and musty, but I took them like a pro. His cock stayed nearly fully erect and bounced off my face as I lapped at his low hangers.

He moved forward several inches and ordered, "Rim my ass, bitch. Drive that tongue up my hole like I'm gonna drive this fucking cock up yours."

I fully expected that his monster cock would split me in two, but I was too far gone to care. I wanted to get bent over and fucked like a bitch in heat. All those years of fucking hot little cunts to prove my manhood had been turned upside down by this one cocky asshole. More than anything, I wanted him to take my virgin hole and pound me like I had pounded so many one night stands. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to hurt so good. Here I was, naked, in the gym locker room, my face covered in salty manspunk, licking his asshole, totally submissive to this hard hunk of a stud, ashamed, and yet unable to control the slutty bottom whore that his big cock had unleashed.

Usually after I shoot a load, I'm ready for a nap. But the sexual energy that pulsed through this guy had me craving more. 

He roughly pulled me up off the bench, "Go bend over the counter, next to the sink," he ordered. "I want you to watch your face in the mirror as I take that ass for the first time."

I did as he instructed, scared but unable to resist.

"Reach back and spread those hairy cheeks, you cocksucker," he insisted.

He grabbed the softsoap dispenser and squirted a huge stream onto my exposed ass crack. Using his cockhead, he smeared the slippery substance all around my tight hole.

"Beg for it bitch," he laughed as he teased my hole with his thick rod.

"Fuck me, man," I whimpered. "Take my cherry. Take it now. Fuck my little man-cunt."

"Damn dude," he chuckled. "You are one horny little whore. What would your employees think if they knew you were such a little cockslut?"

"I don't care," I groaned. "I need that big cock in my ass. And I need it now."

Without another word, he grabbed my hips and with a wicked push, inserted the insanely fat head of his greased cock into my tight sphincter. The pain was incredible. But I had fucked a few women in the ass, and I knew the initial shock would slowly wear off. A few bitches even preferred anal sex, although I always assumed it was a sick masochistic fetish. I bit down hard on my lower lip and repressed a girlish shriek. It hurt like hell, but I wanted it and I wanted it bad.

With a steady pressure, he inched his spear deeper into the recesses of my unexplored hole. Watching my face in the mirror, it was a mask of mixed emotions. I wasn't gay, was I? I'd never enjoyed pain, at least not the receiving end of it. Yet the lust in my eyes was evident. As much as my ass was on fire, I didn't want him to stop. I wanted every last inch of his powerful rod buried in my butt. I wanted to feel his balls slapping against mine as he bottomed out. I didn't just want his cock in my ass, I wanted him to fuck me; fuck me like an animal. 

"Yea," I grunted. "Take that ass. Ohhhh, damn. Pound that hole. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep."

"Shit, dude, you were easier to flip than a quarter," he teased as he continued to pound my hole with reckless abandon. 

I was trapped hard against the marble counter top as he plowed me, unable to struggle free even had I wanted too. My rock hard cock whacked against the cabinet with every deep stroke, and leaked a continual stream as he literally fucked the cum out of me.

He gave my bare ass a few hard smacks with his hand, "Ride that dick, boy. Tell Raj how much you like that big cock up your backdoor."

"I've never felt anything like it," I moaned. "It hurts like hell, but I don't want it to stop. Give it to me. Uhhhhh, yea, drive it home."

And he did; over and over he abused my stretched hole, till the discomfort was slowly replaced by an incredible sensation, as my ass accepted it's tormentor and the friction of his fat piston sent waves of before unimagined pleasure through my newly awakened body.

Abruptly Raj pulled his length completely from my now gaping hole. "Shit, bitch, I never seen a dude enjoy taking it up the butt as much as you."

He moved back over to the wooden bench and lay down on his back, his menacing tool protruding wickedly toward the ceiling.

Without instruction, I straddled him and lowered myself down onto the throbbing rod, eager to have my ass once again impaled. I began to bob up and down, my own cock bouncing against my stomach as I fucked his cock with an unknown fury. 

After fucking in this position for several minutes, Raj pushed me off him and ordered me onto the bench, on my back. He threw my ankles up onto his shoulders and again entered me in a more traditional missionary position. As he repeatedly drove his cock home, he worked up quite a lather.

"Now this is my idea of a workout," he commented. "I could do these kind of reps all night."

Mine too, I thought. My biceps weren't going to be sore tomorrow, but my ass was a whole different story. 

His stamina was incredible. Admittedly, he had already busted one nut down my throat, but he'd now been fucking my ass for at least 30 minutes, and I began to wonder if he could indeed go all night. As he continued to deep-dick me, I felt my own orgasm building, even without the aid of direct stimulation. Without warning, my rock hard erection exploded, shooting a huge load of hot, sticky mansauce all over my stomach and chest, even spewing a few hot ropes of spunk onto my sweaty face. I eagerly lapped up my own seed, amazed at what was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever enjoyed.

"Damn bitch, you are one insatiable little cumslut," he sighed. "I've never seen a guy swallow his own junk."

Pulling his amazing pecker one last time from my numb ass, he ordered me to stand up, bend over, and grab my ankles. He again positioned himself behind me, and with one motion, buried his bone to the hilt. Grabbing my hips, he gyrated deep in my ass as I felt his cock swell to historic proportions. He began to fuck me with short, deep strokes, until he screamed, "Uhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhh....I'm gonna fill that bitch cunt of yours with my seed, whore."

And fill it he did. I could feel the hot jet of jizz erupt deep in my bowels and I counted at least 10 spurts of hot cream as he unloaded his mammoth wad deep up my ass. My legs were quivering and I struggled to keep from collapsing on the locker room floor as he finally withdrew his dark, dirty weapon from my tortured hole. 

"Down on your knees, fuckface," he ordered. "And lick me clean."

I eagerly tongue washed his fantastic tool as I felt the warm fluid slowly draining from my gaping ass. When he was satisfied I'd lapped up every drop of his spunk, he grabbed his towel.

"I gotta take a quick shower and get back to my rounds. I'm sure I'll see you around again, cocksucker."

As I watched his lean, dark body disappear into the showers, his large phallus now hanging limp but still incredibly lewd and enticing, I tried to shake my head clear. What had I just done? In the last hour, I had transformed from a cunt-hunting lady killer to a cum-drinking, cock-begging, bottom bitch. I quickly dressed and fled the gym. By the time I got home, I had convinced myself it was just a one-time thing. Nobody had to know, and I'd do everything in my power to avoid Raj in the future. I was even dreaming up a way to call the management office, trump up some charges, and get him fired.

Over the next week, I started working out in the morning, before Raj's shift started. I saw him from a distance a few times around the complex, but I always avoided direct contact. I hit the bar scenes again and picked up a couple of hotties. But when I'd get back to their place, ready to seal the deal, I was repeatedly unable to perform. One drunk chick was so horny she actually sucked my dick for 30 minutes before she gave up, pulled her trusty vibrator from the bedside table, and got herself off. When she went to brush her teeth, I helped myself to her vibrator, and within seconds of inserting the average sized toy into my horny ass, I was hard as a rock. To avoid further embarrassment, I snuck out of her apartment, toy still firmly seated in my ass and barely made it to my car before I shot the most amazing load all over my steering wheel.

Clearly I was having some issues, but I was in no mood to accept my fate. I was not gay, I was just going through a phase. 

The next week, I was working late one night in my office.

"Hey cocksucker, where you been?"

Horrified, I looked up from my computer screen to find Raj standing in my office doorway.

"What are you doing here?" I croaked.

"Just making my rounds, Mr. Franklin," he chuckled, tapping the nameplate on my office door. "Remember, I'm the security guard around here."

"Uh, yes, right," I managed. "Well, everything is OK in here."

"You sure about that?" he grinned. "I notice you can't take your eyes off my crotch."

Fuck. He was right. I'd been staring at the bulge in his trousers ever since he arrived. And as difficult as it was to admit to myself, my own trousers were currently getting rather snug from the growing boner in my pants.




Trading Pussy for Dick



He walked into my office, closing the door behind him. "If you aren't gonna come to me, then I guess I'll have to come over to you." He gave his crotch a firm squeeze and I noticed a large wet spot of pre-cum soaking through the thin wool material. "Been watching for that tight piece of ass over at the gym. Looks like you've been avoiding me. I don't think you fully understand; your ass is mine now, and I'll take it when and where I want it."

"But this is my office," I exclaimed. "What if somebody sees you here?"

"It's late. Nobody's around. Besides I need some ass, so I don't really give a shit. Based on the look in your eyes, looks like you need some cock."

"Make sure the door is locked," I implored.

"All set, Mr. Franklin," he chuckled. "Now get out of that goddamn suit and get down on your fucking knees, bitch."

He was casually rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, and I admit I was completely mesmerized. I wanted his cock and I wanted it now. I stripped down in record time and fell to my knees.

"I knew you could be a good little bitch," he smirked. "Now put your hands behind your back."

I was already completely at his mercy, so I did as told. He pulled a plastic zip cord from his utility belt and restrained my wrists behind my back. I was now completely helpless. If my boss walked in, I was totally screwed.

He then walked over and turned the computer screen towards me, activating the webcam. There I was on the 23" monitor, naked, on my knees, my arms restrained behind me. He pushed the record button then returned.

"I want you to have some photographic evidence of our encounter," he laughed. "I'm also streaming it to my e-mail, so I'll have a little movie to enjoy late at night when I'm keeping your precious office building safe and secure."

As he nuzzled his crotch up against my face, I immediately lost interest in the webcam, focusing only on the huge bulge he was teasing me with.

"Use your teeth, bitch, and unzip my pants."

I struggled with the zipper, but finally got it down.

"Now use your mouth and fish out my cock."

It took several minutes, but I finally got the giant rod freed from the confines of his trousers. As it sprung free, it whacked lewdly against my cheek.

"Nice," he moaned. "Now get to fucking work."

He proceeded to fuck my throat raw as I struggled to take his horse dick. He showed no mercy as he rammed his dick repeatedly down my throat, taking a break only periodically to order me to suck and lick his hairy nuts. When his cock was fully erect, he yanked me to my feet and bent me over my desk.

"Hope you got my dick nice and slippery, cause I ain't got no lube this time," he grunted as he rearranged the webcam to capture the new angle. 

Grabbing my hips, he lined his spear up to my tight hole and with one mighty push, penetrated my only recently recovered sphincter.

I let out a loud yelp as he pushed deep inside my ass. As he started to fuck me in earnest, a knock on my office door startled me.

"Mr. Franklin, are you OK in there?" It was one of the female associates. She must have been working late as well. "I thought I heard a scream."

Forcing myself to remain calm, and grateful that Raj truly had locked the door, I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "I'm on a conference call with our foreign office," I replied. "Everything is fine."

The bastard Raj didn't stop fucking my ass even as I tried to calm the associate. I hoped she couldn't hear the sloppy sounds emitting from my fucked hole as he continued to pin me against the desk with his deep and powerful strokes.

"You sure everything is OK? Sounds like you are out of breath."

"I was just doing some situps," I offered, trying to keep my breathing even.

"If you say so, Mr. Franklin. Sorry to bother you," she said.

"Maybe we should invite her in to join the fun," Raj smirked. "Bet she'd love to see the boss getting plowed like a bitch in heat."

Rather than get defensive, I actually felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted his big dick all to myself, and no way was I going to share it with that little hussy from Marketing.

Raj fucked me hard for what seemed like an hour before I felt his erection swell and begin to pulse. My arms ached from being pinned behind me and my pelvis was bruised and battered from being repeatedly driven into the wooden desk.

"Where do you want this load, bitch?" he asked.

"In my mouth," I begged. "Feed me your load, please."

"Thought so," he laughed, as he pulled his giant tool from my tattered hole.

I collapsed onto the floor, at his feet, and took the bulbous head of his powerful shaft into my mouth. Within seconds, he unleashed a huge torrent of man cream. I struggled to swallow every drop, nearly drowning in the process.

With his jizz dripping down my chin, he reached over and turned off the webcam recorder. He quickly pulled up his trousers, reached into the desk, and tossed me a pair of scissors.

"I'm sure you can figure out how to cut that zipcord," he laughed as he headed for the door. "If not, I'm sure your little girlfriend out there can help you."

Leaving the door wide open, he exited. I quickly bent over and snatched up the scissors, eager to free myself before somebody else ventured by my office.

I nearly had a heart attack when he popped his head back around the door jamb, "And I expect I'll see you regularly back over at the gym, unless you want a repeat performance of tonight."

Needless to say, I resumed my regular night time workouts. I was quickly learning that Raj had me by the shorthairs. And in all honesty, I didn't mind. When I wasn't choking on his huge rod or getting torn in two by his ruthless fucks, I was dreaming about them.

A couple weeks later, I was working late again when my phone rang.

"Get down to the security desk bitch," Raj commanded. "I've got something I want to show you."

I found Raj sitting behind the big desk, watching the fuck video he had made in my office.

"What did you want to show me?" I asked.

"Come around to this side of the desk," he instructed.

Raj had his pants unzipped and he was jerking his long shaft as he watched the video.

"Strip down, Mr. Franklin, my little bitch," he ordered. "And get down under the desk. I want you to blow me while I do my job."

I started to protest. I had a big presentation to finish upstairs and I had no desire to get caught here in the lobby with a man's cock down my throat by any of my fellow workmates.

"Don't be such a baby," he laughed. "Nobody is gonna see you under the desk."

I wanted his cum badly, so I quickly stripped, stuffed my clothes under the desk, and climbed down. He wheeled his chair closer, presenting his magnificent tool.

I went to work like a man possessed, the subtle moans from Raj reassuring me that my cocksucking skills were indeed improving. He grabbed my head and forced his length down my throat, giving me a solid face fucking.

As I sucked his tool, I heard the front door open.

"Good evening, Mrs. Jackson," Raj said. 

Mrs. Jackson, I thought, horrified. Was that my bosses wife standing on the other side of the desk? I stopped sucking, trying not to make a sound.

"Hello Raj," she said. "I'm here to pick up my husband. His car is in the shop."

"I'll call him," Raj replied.

As Raj dialed the phone, he reached under the desk and gave my face a wet whack with his enormous boner, before grabbing my hair and forcing me back down onto his lubed shaft.

"Your wife is here to pick you up sir," Raj spoke into the phone.

"He'll be down in 5 minutes, Mrs. Jackson," Raj relayed.

For the next 5 minutes, I sucked Raj off as he carried on a conversation with my boss' wife. Luckily the music playing over the intercom system drowned out the sloppy noises of me slurping down Raj's penis.

She flirted endlessly with my tormentor.

"So, Raj, any luck with the ladies lately?" she chuckled.

"Oh, I do OK," he replied.

"I bet you do," she said.

"Fact is, I've got a date tonight," he said. 

"Well, good luck," she sighed.

"I don't think I'll need any luck," he chuckled. "This one is way into me and just can't get enough of old Raj."

Even as he finished his sentence, Raj thrust his boner deep into my throat, catching me offguard and making me gag.

"You should see a doctor about that cough, Raj," Mrs. Jackson exclaimed, obviously thinking he had made the choking sound. "Sounds like you've got something stuck deep down your throat."

If she only knew, I thought to myself as I tried to control the gag.

Mr. Jackson finally appeared. "Hey Raj, if you see that slacker Franklin, tell him I need that presentation first thing in the morning. I couldn't find him in the office. He better be working on it right now."

"Sure thing Mr. Jackson. Something tells me he's working on a big project even as we speak," Raj chuckled as he reached under the desk and gave my face a light slap.

The Jacksons left, none the wiser that I was under the desk servicing the security guard.

I doubled my efforts and was rewarded with a huge load of warm cream that I gobbled up. As I got dressed, ready to return to my office and pump out the presentation, Raj gave me a hard whack on the bottom.

"Good job bitch," he laughed. "Next time, I might let Mrs. Jackson watch. I bet she would get off knowing one of her husband's employees was a cock-craving little slut."

A cock-craving slut, that is exactly what I had become. Even as I sat back at my desk upstairs, it was images of Raj's impressive cock that I fantasized about as I jerked off, already eager for the next summons to service the security guard.