4 comments/ 136768 views/ 3 favorites A Real Fuckin' Nice Town Ch. 01 By: DiaperedSiouxsie "You suck, Paul!" "Oh, shut up," Paul retorted. Paul and three of his friends were playing a game of pool in a pool hall that happened to be located in a real fuckin' nice town. Paul and his friend Steve were getting their asses kicked by their momentary mortal foes Chris and Albert. "Wanna just forfeit now?" Chris asked smugly. "I'd sooner take a dick in my mouth!" Steve roared triumphantly. Paul stepped away from Steve and quietly declared, "What he said." As the night aged, the four friends got drunker and drunker. Eventually, Chris and Albert decided to walk home, and not long after that Steve's girlfriend paged. "Damn," he exclaimed. "It's Ashley." Paul laughed. "I can't believe she's got you on a pager, man! You are so fucking whipped!" Steve rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm such a pussy, watch me go get laid," he called back on his way out. Paul was about to head out himself when he saw a woman sitting by herself with a few empty beer bottles. She was fairly attractive in his eyes. She had an older look to her, not like she looked eighty, but that good looking experienced older woman every other nineteen year old wants. Her body had a very nice frame from what he could see. He saw she had on a silky looking spaghetti strap top, but that was all his field of vision covered. In addition to that, she had a rather pretty visage despite the obvious setbacks time can provide. He wanted her, and this would be a fair challenge for his talents. Paul was the type of guy who would brag about how he could fuck any girl he wanted, and when doubted he would prove it. However, he'd grown weary of the silly girls that followed him everywhere and wanted a real woman. Here he had a perfect opportunity right in his face. "Hi," Paul greeted the woman. "You look like you could use some company." The woman sighed. She pushed her jet black hair out of her face and observed Paul. "Oh, great," she muttered. "I'm getting sympathy from kids." Paul shrugged. "You just looked like you could use someone to talk to, that's all," he told her quietly. Paul stood until the woman gestured for him to have a seat. He graciously sat. "So," Paul began, "why are you getting plastered all alone tonight?" She laughed. "I have a very high tolerance for booze, so I'm not anywhere near plastered." She revealed the tiniest whit of a smile and Paul knew he was cracking her. His strategy was to open with something out in left field, and gradually get into good old fashioned flattery. "You didn't answer my question," Paul continued. "Well," she started, "my husband's an unsatisfying dork." Paul realized he hadn't properly introduced himself yet. "I'm sorry," he said. "We don't even know each other's names! Where the hell are my fucking manners?" He was rewarded with a hearty laugh. Paul extended his hand. "I'm Paul," he told her. "Lisa," she replied, shaking his hand. She held on a bit tightly, something that alerted Paul that he may have himself something here. "Well, enough about me, Paul said, "let's hear more about your dork husband who can't satisfy you." Lisa guffawed. "You're quite a character," she chuckled. Paul listened intently for more about the shitty husband. "Well," she started, "he's never around. He's always at some bullshit business meeting. That's what he calls boffing his secretary." Paul continued to look straight into Lisa's baby blue eyes. "He wouldn't rather boff you?" he asked brazenly. Lisa arched an eyebrow. "How old are you, Paul?" "Well, I'll be twenty next month." Lisa rolled her eyes. "I'm forty," she barked while giggling at the same time in a manner pointless to describe. "I'm just asking," Paul answered back defensively. "Suuuuure," Lisa taunted, unconvinced. "Next you'll tell me some shit like 'I'd be banging you like a door', right?" Paul grinned slyly. "Well, I would....." Lisa blushed and tried to hide behind her hair, but Paul knew what was going on. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Lisa thought. No man had ever made her blush before, ever. When the silence exceeded four seconds, Paul spoke up. "No, get out from behind that black curtain of hair. You can't hide from me!" Lisa kept laughing giddily as he spoke. Something about him turned her on, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it was his audacity, or the fact that he was quite handsome. When she first looked up at him the first thing she had noticed was his somewhat long light brown hair in his green eyes, and he was always sweeping his bangs out of his face. She liked that for some reason. When Lisa refused adamantly to get her hair out of her face, Paul brushed it to the sides of her head for her, gently caressing her soft, white flesh and revealing a somewhat inviting smile. "You have a real pretty smile, Lisa," Paul uttered, his face inches from hers. After returning her gaze for quite a bit, then decided to temporarily release some pressure and he backed off. "Well, that was short lived," he said. Lisa concurred. "I'm tired," she told him. "I should get home." "Is the old man home?" Lisa laughed. "No." "Then maybe you wouldn't mind if I crashed at your place?" Paul asked. Lisa stood up. "Are you too drunk?" Paul immediately feigned intoxication. "Um...what's druuunk?" he mumbled as he rose from his seat and stumbled around. Lisa couldn't help but keep laughing at Paul. Joe had never ever made her feel this way; Paul just made her feel more happy in the short while she'd known him than Joe had in their twelve years of marriage. As Lisa walked toward the pool hall doors, Paul noticed that she was wearing a black skirt and had killer legs. He had been with far more attractive girls, but that was the key word there: girls. This was a woman, and a woman whose company he actually enjoyed. He sheepishly followed Lisa to her car, mesmerized by her ass and got in on the passenger's side. As they secured their seatbelts, Lisa issued a warning. "Now, there won't be any fooling around going on tonight, is that understood?" Paul could tell full well by the way she had been looking at him the past hour that the warning was more hollow than a gay guy's asshole. "Of course," he said, saluting her. "Oh, shut the fuck up," Lisa muttered over a grin. Soon they arrived at their destination, which was actually farther than Paul's house. They got out of the car and Lisa let Paul and herself inside. Paul closed the door behind him as Lisa sat on a nearby leather couch. "Nice house," Paul marveled. "It's the only thing the old bastard is good for," Lisa told him. "He's so pathetic. He's sterile, in fact. This is why you see no children." Paul was laughing wildly at this along with Lisa. Soon the laughter calmed and Paul walked over to Lisa on the couch, ready to pounce. He gently shoved her down so her back was on the sofa and he held himself up over her body. "What are you doing?" Lisa exclaimed, surprised but obviously excited. Paul held his face very close to Lisa's. "I don't understand how any man could leave such a beautiful thing home alone," he whispered into her face. "I couldn't. With...." he began to move one hand up one of her legs slowly, "...such sexy legs..." She emitted very low gasps, startled at how well he was doing this. He moved his hands up her rear, "..such a nice, nice ass..." His voice got lower and lower as he began licking her earlobe. Lisa's breathing got heavier and she felt as though she couldn't move. It had been so long since she'd felt anything like this. She used to think of sex as a couple minutes for Joe to bang away at her with his small prick until he came, and nothing more. Paul's head moved down and he licked the thin fabric over her nipples. "...such great tits..." Lisa's nipples made fine contours on her thin top and she began to moan lowly. As he kissed her barely concealed nipples gingerly, he moved a hand and caressed her flat stomach. "..mmm, Lisa, your sexy stomach...I love every part of you." Paul's other hand snuck up Lisa's skirt and she shivered when he felt her crotch. He rubbed it gently. "Lisa," he murmured, "you deserve more than that asshole. You need something more. Someone who'd please you." She looked up at him longingly, her blue eyes practically speaking to him. "I think you like it," he grinned. "You're all nice and wet." Lisa responded with soft moans. He looked into her eyes almost sorrowfully as he played with her body. "I want to please you," he whispered. "Let me kiss you." Lisa was too overcome with pleasure to speak. "Please," Paul begged, "I need to taste those luscious red lips of yours. Pleease..." Lisa regained her composure somewhat right then and kissed him. She slipped her frigid hands up Paul's shirt and felt his muscular chest as their tongues grappled. They kissed for a good while, their mouths almost totally consuming each other. They both wanted each other so badly, Lisa soon lost her finesse and rubbed Paul wildly, mad with passion. Their bodies clicked perfectly, his muscular upper body pressed against her firm breasts and taut stomach. Paul slipped Lisa's shirt off as she did the same for him while they smoothly felt each other's torsos. After a good five minutes, they broke their kiss. "I'll bet your pussy tastes so sweet," Paul whispered. He slowly licked his way down to the area above her vagina and licked around it. He moved down to her legs and by the time Paul made it back up to her crotch Lisa was begging for him to taste her. Paul slipped off her saturated panties, rolled up her skirt to her belly button, and carefully licked her pussy lips. Lisa practically crooned as he did this, losing her mind with ravenous desire. "Unhh...oh god....do it, Paul...shit! I'm gonna cum!" Lisa loudly expressed her pleasure and her cunt spat liquid at his face. Paul eagerly licked it all up and kissed his way back up to her mouth. They rabidly sucked on each other's mouths as Paul hurriedly removed his pants. "F-fuck me, Paul," Lisa begged. "Fuck me now...." Finally Paul had his throbbing member out. Not a giant by any means, but seven inches still gets the job done nicely. He grabbed on to Lisa's hips and prepared to thrust in. He entered. "Mmm godd!!!" Lisa shrieked. She wrapped her legs around him tightly. So tightly, in fact, that he lost his breath almost entirely. "You've got a nice cock for being such a little boy," Lisa whispered just before nibbling on his ear. He pumped into her at an unrelenting acceleration, feeling her smooth legs and ass, licking her breasts, all on a tiny couch. Her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly on his dick and they held each other tightly while they fucked. They whispered encouragements and moans to each other like Lisa's barely intelligible english: "Hunhh....f-f-fuckk me, Paul!! You feel so fucking gooood....you're so much bigger than Joe...mmmm you're so good..." or Paul's "Mm, you're so fucking tight, Lisa...ahh your body feels so goddamn hot..." Paul moved a hand down to stimulate Lisa's clit when she began trembling as though she were having a hemorrhage. Bolts shot violently through her entire body and she was cumming again. She could barely breathe but her violent jerks sped up the pace her hips were bucking into Paul dramatically. Soon Paul was cumming too, jism repeatedly splashing Lisa's cervix. Both were gasping for air and holding the other tightly. Soon Lisa's moans died down and she lay in Paul's arms spent. "Shit, Paul," she managed out." I've never had sex that good....not even when I was in college!" Paul kissed her on the forehead. "Goddamn, that was pretty fucking amazing," he aggreed. They kissed softly. "If you were mine, I'd make love to you all fucking day," he told her breathessly. Lisa positioned herself on top of Paul, keeping his half-erect pole inside her. She pressed her forehead against his, her hair cascading around their faces to create the illusion that night surounded them. "I am yours," she smiled, "but you'll have to live up to your end of the bargain." A smile slowly spread across Paul's face. She slowly began moving up and down as she straddled him, his shaft moving inside her and getting him hard again. "I've gone without good sex for so long.." Lisa told him in the cutest little girl voice possible. "You're gonna have to fuck my brains out again....and again...and again..mmmmm..." He pumped into her every time she uttered 'again' and she kept repeating herself. They mustered up some more energy, energy they could only have drawn from the other's lust, and started fucking intensely again, with Lisa's voice moving from a gentle purr to a banshee scream in minutes. Soon the sky grew black and a storm began, initiated by a crack of thunder, and rain began pouring unmercifully. A Real Fuckin' Nice Town Ch. 02 Paul held his pool stick and aimed with the utmost precision. His left eye was level with the table and he saw the shot lined up perfectly. Beads of sweat trickled down his hardened face. Steve, his partner, watched on nervously. Their friends, Chris and Albert, were playing against them, and they (Paul and Steve) were getting the shit kicked out of them. Paul finally took his shot - and missed. And cursed. And banged his fist upon the table. "You suck, Paul!" Albert exclaimed. Paul looked up at him, waiting for the angst to subside. "Oh, shut up," he mustered. Chris grinned. "Wanna just forfeit now?" Steve stood in a super hero-like manner. "I'd sooner take a dick in my mouth!" Paul quickly stepped away from Steve. "What he said," Paul uttered weakly. Soon, however, the game lost its relevance. The friends got drunker and they eventually started to leave. Chris and Albert declared that they had to get moving, and since they only lived a good five minutes from the pool hall them walking was perfectly reasonable. In fact, all four of these friends lived in the same real fuckin' nice town. After Chris and Albert left, Steve and Paul sat around for a while until Steve felt a vibrating sensation. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his pager. "Damn," he muttered, "it's Ashley." Paul began to laugh. "I can't believe she's got you on a pager, man!" he wheezed. "You are so fucking whipped!" Steve got up and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm such a pussy," he told Paul on his way to the door, "watch me go get laid." Steve exited and placed his hands on the hood of his car, realizing he was far too drunk to drive. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. He remembered that something important happened today, but exactly what had escaped him. He opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. Trying to remember, struggling to conjure up the memory of what today meant, it seemed to sober him up. He took a long drag off of the cigarette and right before blowing out a large cloud of smoke it hit him. "Fucking anniversary!" he cursed. He slammed the door shut and raced the car around town in a desperate attempt to find any store open that sold anything Ashley might like. Eventually, he stopped at a liquor store. He trudged in and subconsciously headed for the alcohol. 'Maybe she'd like some champagne', he thought. He knew champagne was for memorable occasions, and things like this were memorable, so he went ahead and bought a bottle. This was a very rare liquor store, the kind you'd only find in a real fuckin' nice town because it sold flowers, which would effectively get Steve out of this bind. He knew she loved tulips to no end, so he got those. He got back into the car and drove toward Ashley's house. After a good ten minute trek, Steve slowly approached the door. He was relatively frightened as he neared the house entrance, tentatively holding champagne and tulips. He reached the door and rang the doorbell with fright. 'Damn', he thought, 'maybe I am a whipped wuss'. As he pondered this, the door swung open, and there stood Ashley, all 5'3" of her. She was such a cute, innocent looking thing, her bright green eyes, her creamy flesh, her brown shoulder-length hair. Despite these attributes, if she wanted she could scare the hell out of Steve. She was adorned with Steve's Static-X shirt, panties, and a bra, nothing more. She also wore a scowl that quickly changed into a grin when she saw the flowers and champagne. Steve smiled sheepishly. "Hi," he offered. She eyed him curiously. "Where have you been?" she asked, not in a pissed off tone, but in a more concerned manner. Steve cleared his throat. "Well, I had to have a couple drinks on my way," he explained. Then, struggling not to be sarcastic, he told her, "It's our three month anniversary. It's a big deal." She smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot," Steve mumbled. He handed Ashley the flowers. "I know how you love tulips," he clarified. She took them and smelled them like all girls do. "Mmmmmmm, they smell so nice," she told him, seductively rubbing Steve's chest. She raised her head as close as it would go to Steve's ear. "I suppose you want your present now." He looked down at her cute little visage and couldn't resist; he leant down slightly and began kissing her. His mouth absorbed her tongue as it entered, and a shoving match ensued behind Steve's lips, and eventually it sprawled back into Ashley's mouth. Steve ran his hand through Ashley's light brown hair lovingly. Soon his hand was flat on her scalp and he had hair in his palm, so he balled his hand up, making a fist, and effectively but gently pulled on her hair. Ashley trembled and gasped at this a bit, but their passionate kiss remained unbroken.As their osculation escalated in fervor, Their hands began to explore the other. Steve's hands charily yet swiftly moved down to her small, firm breasts and he kneaded them. The effluerage gradually intensified, and Ashley was moaning tirelessly into Steve's mouth. Her soft hands brushed down his washboard stomach to his crotch, and she hastily pulled out his hardening cock. Steve removed a hand from Ashley's left tit and finally closed the front door; this got a laugh out of Ashley, and their mouths finally separated. They looked deep into each other's eyes for a moment and lost track of time, because they did that for a good solid minute. "Fuck the present," Steve said breathlessly. "I just want you." He picked her up and delicately laid her down on the floor. He licked her breasts over his shirt and she writhed underneath him. As he did this, Ashley decided to simply take the shirt off, and she did so. Steve stood over her on his knees and removed his shirt, his stiffy out of his pants and parallel with his stomach. She looked up at him lustfully, he had never before looked so handsome to her. He lowered his head ino her crotch, his face right in front of her white, silky panties. He slowly slid them off. Before he did anything, he looked up at his beautiful girlfriend. "Would you like some champagne, babe?" Her heart fluttered. "Please," she answered. He took the cork out and smiled at her. "Well, too bad," he joked. He slugged down quite a bit and then handed it to her. She put the bottle to her lips and drank. Suddenly she felt Steve's breath on her trickling cunt. She almost spit it out, but she held it in and drank more. She finished and put the bottle down beside her, letting Steve tease her pussy. He kissed her inner thighs and she groaned breathily in response. He kissed his way up to her chest and grabbed the champagne bottle. Then, without warning, he slowly poured the champagne over her quim. He licked it off of her smooth, slick mound as she screamed maniacally. "Oh, god! Don't stop...fuck! That feels so fucking good..." Steve then put the bottle aside and licked up the last of it off of her body. He was tired of the champagne's taste now. Now he wanted to taste Ashley's musky sweetness. He dove right for her clit and licked it, increasing in his roughness. He reached one hand up to fondle one of her ruby red nipples, which by now were as hard as his dick. Steve's other hand was positioned in front of Ashley's sopping box, inserting fingers one at a time. "Mmmmmm...oohhhhh, Steve...you're gonna make me cum...ahhhh!!" Ashley's crotch slammed into Steve's face as liquid poured into his mouth. As he sucked up all the fluids her succulent cunt had to offer, thunder began booming loudly. While Ashley writhed on the floor dealing with her orgasm's unrelenting impact, Steve briefly looked out the window to see the merciless rain begin to fall. Once her climax was complete, Ashley stood and grabbed Steve's hand, as he grabbed the champagne. She walked him into her bedroom and laid seductively on the bed. "Come here, Steve..." she told him in a low voice. Steve got onto the bed and they kissed hotly with him on top of her. She rolled him over suddenly and straddled him as they kissed heavily. Steve closed his eyes and suddenly felt cold steel around his wrists. He broke the kiss and looked up to see himself handcuffed to Ashley's bed. As he expressed his alarm, she giggled. She grabbed the champagne bottle and held Steve's erection against it. "Aaaah shit!" Ashley smiled, happy that she was now the pleasure dispenser. She licked up his cock's sides slowly until she got to the tip. She inserted the swollen tip into her hot mouth. She sucked, as though she were trying to siphon his semen. She used a hand to stroke his length as she did this. Then her head dipped down further, taking him in slowly until his entire length was consumed. Steve gasped as silently as he could, trying desperately not to sound like those dumb fuck guys in pornos that never shut the hell up. Now, however, his head was swimming. He didn't really care what exited his mouth. Ashley sped up her pace as she devoured his meat sandwhich, suprised by it's smooth texture and pleasant taste. Steve obviously washed himself thoroughly. "Oh, god, Ashley..I'm gonna cum..." Ashley quickly stopped and let him come down so she could pleasure him more. As he breathed heavily, she took the champagne bottle and poured it over his balls and cock. Steve grunted endlessly as she simultaneously licked it all off. Then, with the champagne nearly gone, she resumed her prior position and bobbed on his knob. She moved her head up and down in swift, dreamy motions, and Steve looked into Ashley's lovely emerald gems and came. He kept watching her as she stroked and sucked on him, his spunk inundating her hot little mouth, the cum streaming out of the sides of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. Still, he shot load after load down her throat, all the while looking at her innocent seeming face looking back at him. When he was finished, Ashley cleaned up his crotch and took a drink of champagne. She put the bottle to Steve's lips and let him drink the last of it as she licked his nipples. She withdrew the bottle, sat on Steve's chest, and placed her breasts right in his face. When he tried to lick them, she moved back teasingly, leaving a trail of female liquids on Steve's chest. She ground her crotch into his lower stomach and he had no difficulty getting hard again. Once he was, in fact, his meat pole's tip touched her lower back. When she felt that she grinned slyly, and she moved back so she could ride him. She let the tip in, and then let it out. She played this game with his dick's head for a while until Steve finally begged for her to fuck him. "Stop it, Ashley, just fuck me.....please .....fuck me like you're a dirty little whore." With her dripping pussy lips right on top of his erect and throbbing cock, he tried to thrust in but she quickly moved. Finally she lowered herself onto his pole, but only to the half way point. She went back up and slammed all the way down, blowing both their minds. She bouced up and down roughly and screamed, wailing from the pleasure fucking Steve gave her. He thrusted up to meet her bucking, and their speed increased. The grooves and contours of Steve's dick rubbed against her lips and walls, and with her cervix being pounded by his tip.... there was only so much she could take. She had her eyes tightly clenched from the pleasure she was recieving, and Steve was also wallowing in gratification. Her plush-like walls clasped his meat so tightly that he lost his breath on more than one occasion. Finally, he managed out in a whisper, "Ashley..I'm gonna cum again...I want to kiss you while I cum..." She bucked more viciously as she lowered herself and engaged in a magnificent kiss. She felt sperm hose her G spot, and she came as well. The gasped and moaned down each other's throats, milking each other for their juices. They pumped into each other violently, their orgasms raging, overcome with desire to get off and get the other off. Beserk breakers tore through Ashley's entire body and all she could do was whimper in delight while the force of it all overpowered her. As they kissed and Ashley's orgasm reached its downward spiral, she undid Steve's cuffs. "Oh, shit, that was amazing," Steve declared. All Ashley could do was nod. She lay on top and held his hand as they drifted off, totally spent and tired. Fortunately they didn't see the figure at the window... A Real Fuckin' Nice Town Ch. 03 Albert couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. "You suck, Paul!" "Oh, shut up," came Paul's reply. Chris and Albert exchanged non-empathetic glances. They were teamed against Paul and Steve in a pool game and were winning. "Wanna just forfeit now?" Chris asked. "I'd sooner take a dick in my mouth!" Steve answered defiantly. Paul backed away from Steve and quietly agreed: "What he said." It was Albert's turn to shoot. He lined up his shot and without a second's hesitation took it, knocking two striped balls in. Chris slapped his hands together. "We get the eight ball and we win," he declared happily. Albert handed his stick to Chris. "Take my shot, will you?" he asked. "I'm going to go get some more beer." Chris took the stick and leaned against it on the table. "So," he began, "what's it like to suck as miserably as you guys do?" Steve laughed. "With as much dick as you've been sucking, one would guess that you would be the guy who excels at sucking," Paul quipped. As the three of them chuckled at this, Albert came back with another round of beers. As the night progressed, neither Chris nor Albert ever took that shot, they just drank. Eventually, it occurred to Chris that going home may be a good idea. "Guys, I'm fucking soused," he told his friends. "I might as well head home." "I probably should, too," Albert agreed. "See you guys later," Paul said. "Yeah, don't have any gay sex without me, Steve joked. Albert mockingly grabbed Chris's chest. "We'll try," he sighed. With that, Chris and Albert took off. "Damn, sometimes I wonder about Steve," Chris told Albert. "What?" Albert uttered. "He's fucking Ashley, and any guy fucking that sweet piece of ass isn't gay." Chris laughed. "Shit, and when they break up you'll swoop in there, huh?" "Damn straight." "That is, if you weren't such an ugly motherfucker." Albert rolled his eyes as they approached his house. Chris laughed again. "Whoa, sorry to trample your dreams!" he snickered. Albert walked into his house, poorly hiding his crestfallen emotion. "Bye," Chris called as he continued walking on the sidewalk. He kept walking until he saw a girl sitting on the sidewalk. She looked about his age, twenty or so, and her profile looked rather nice. She had long flowing black hair, a daintily shaped nose, and deep brown eyes. Her skin was very pale, and Chris loved that in girls. She had on a long sleeved black shirt and a black skirt to match. He was not only intrigued by her beauty, but the fact that she was out at this hour was somewhat baffling. He approached her. "What are you doing out here this time of night?" She smiled. "I could ask you the same thing." "I asked first." The girl sighed. "I got stood up," she said sadly. Chris almost gasped. "How does that happen?" he asked, beside himself in bewilderment. "Well, that's when a date of some sort is arranged and someone doesn't show," she explained sarcastically. "Seriously," Chris said. "Okay," she started. "This guy I was talking to today, we were talking about s&m and shit like that, so I offered to show him stuff. He was all excited, but he never showed." Chris grew a little bold. "So you got all worked up for nothing?" She looked up at him questioningly. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," she answered slowly. His eyes lit up. "You know, I've always been interested in that stuff," he told her. "I could serve as a substitute." "And what makes you think I'd like that?" she asked huffily, but obviously not opposed to the notion. "Wow," Chris exclaimed, "you already sound like a great dominatrix." She laughed. "Fine," she gave in. "Let's get to my car, and we'll go to my place." "Say, what's your name, anyway?" Chris asked. "I'm Chris." "My name's not important, Chris," she told him. "At least not now." He hopped into the passenger's side, extremely excited. As the trip continued, and as they talked more, he found her more and more attractive. Finally they arrived at her house and they walked inside. The girl sat Chris on a couch. "Wait here," she told him. "I don't want to," Chris replied, looking pleadingly into her eyes. "Well too bad," she snapped. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?" With that she walked out of the living room and Chris sat there. He waited. And waited. His waiting seemed to go beyond the threshold of time, and finally he saw her come out. "Shit," he thought. She stood before him adorned in a black leather mini skirt, black leather zip up halter top which greatly accentuated her breasts, black stilettos, fishnet stockings, and a riding crop. Her long black gloves added a nice touch, as did the black eye make up. "Shit," he kept thinking. "This is delicious." Then he silently cursed himself for using that description, mainly since several gay guys he knew used that. She patted her palm with the riding crop as he observed her hungrily. As if set for dramatic effect, a boom of thunder hit right then, and it began to rain heavily. "I am your mistress now," she hissed. "you will do as I say when I say. Understood?" "Of course," Chris said, nodding fiercely. She walked up to Chris and smacked him across the face. "That's 'yes, Mistress Meg.' Got it, bitch?" "Yes, Mistress Meg," Chris said. She smiled. "That's better," she told him. She walked over and sat down on a kitchen table and split her legs wide open in one swift motion, exposing her vagina. "I want to see you crawl up to me, take my shoes off, and lick your way up to my crotch," she demanded. "Yes, Mistress Meg," Chris grinned. "Bear in mind," she went on, "that if you do one thing that doesn't totally please me, I will whip the shit out of you with this." She gestured to the riding crop. "Got it?" "Yes, Mistress Meg." "Good," she told him. "You may begin." Chris crawled up to his mistress slowly, and when he reached her stilettos he took one off at a time and licked her toes appreciatively. He ran his tongue up and down the lengths of her feet, and then his tongue slid up her leg. She whipped him on his back. Hard. "Bitch!" she yelled. "You're hands aren't doing anything! Fix that." "Yes Mistress Meg," Chris murmured, barely even feeling the pain. He gently caressed and licked his way up each leg and finally reached her crotch. He grabbed at her skirt, which another blow was dealt. "Did I say you could touch my garments?" "No, Mistress Meg." "You may, but you better give me the best damn oral I've ever had, bitch." "Yes, Mistress Meg." Chris slowly delved his tongue into her suprisingly wet cunt. One hand rubbed her inner thighs while the other went to work on her clit. She managed to keep her moans down, but she was having a hell of a time doing it. "How is that, Mistress Meg?" She whacked him again. "Did I give you permission to speak, bitch?!" she roared. "No! Now shut up and eat me!" Chris obliged. He licked at her soupy quim and he heard her place the riding crop on the table. Then he felt her gloved hands run through his hair and her hips grind into his face. "Mmmmm, that's good, worthless servant," she moaned. Finally his tongue and fingers pushed her over the edge and she came. She allowed her gasps of ecstasy be heard, and this only encouraged him further. When her orgasm finished, She shoved him onto the ground as she stood. "Good job, bitch," she told him. Se walked over to the couch and laid there seductively. "You wanna fuck me, Chris?" "Yes, Mistress Meg." She looked out the window by chance and saw into the neighbor's window. She saw two people fucking! Then she got an idea. "If you want to fuck me, I order you to go over to the neighbor's window, hide behind that tree, and start beating off. Don't come back until you're done." "Yes, Mistress Meg." With that, Chris headed outside under his mistress's watchful brown eyes and did as he was told, shocked by the lengths he'd go to fuck her and what he was allowing to be done to him. When he got a glimpse of the neighbors, he realized who it was. "Shit! That's Ashley and Steve!" He watched Ashley, her tits bouncing as she rode Steve, her head thrown back in the throes of passion, her beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. "She is a nice piece of ass," he marveled. He pulled out his aching hard on and began stroking viciously, watching Ashley fuck, her perfect nude body, and he came in no time. Spurt after spurt shot out of him as he bucked his hips, imagining himself in Steve's place. He didn't bother wiping himself as he got up. Refreshed somewhat, he walked back, ready to fuck the shit out of that gorgeous mistress of his. He opened the door and walked in to see her playing with herself. "That's a nice slab of meat you've got," she told Chris. "Thank you, Mistress Meg," he answered. She got up off of the couch and pointed at it. "Lay," she ordered. Chris did without a word, his cock erect once again, sticking straight up into the air. She positioned her pussy right above the tip of his dick. "How bad do you want me?" she asked. "Bad..," Chris replied. "Tell me," she told him. Chris told her. "I want you bad, I want to fuck you so much right now....." With that, she dropped down on him and took in his entire length at once. They both screamed in pleasure as she rode his pole dreamily. Her vaginal muscles squeezed harshly on his cock and he loved it. Desire consumed Chris whole as he fondled her breasts and licked up her stomach to her ruby red lips and kissed her hotly. Their tongues fought voraciously, battling both their mouths as they fucked each other hard. It didn't take long for Chris to shoot his wad inside his mistress, and she came as well. Her cum dribbled down his balls and he gasped uncontrollably along with her. "Mmmmmmmm, that's so good...," she moaned. Tremors of delectation ruptured throughout her entire body. Once their orgasms subsided, she lay on his chest. "How was it?" she asked. Chris kissed her. "It was easily the best fuck I've ever had." She smiled and they kissed passionately. "You want to stay the night?" she asked.