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An Adventure

By: ElWapo



There are times in my life when I’ve done things that I have not been very proud of. The trouble is I found that most of the time I enjoyed doing whatever it was I did. One of those things was having an affair with another woman. In fact she was an older woman. This began as an acquaintance that began in the office. It was during a Friday workday, the last day of the week. We started the day doing all the things you do in a day. I’m an engineer so my job consists of detailing parts that are required for a certain project. Her name was Millie and job was to check my work. On this occasion she found some discrepancies that made it necessary for us to work overtime to correct. We completed the project and both agreed to meet for a drink afterwards.

The place that we met was a fairly high-class place. My place was more of a beer bar with strippers on the boardwalk. But we met there anyway. Millie was not what you call very good looking. She was the kind of woman you have in most work environments. She was kind of plain looking except for one thing. Millie was about ten years older than I was. But she did have a certain way about herself. She carried herself with class. When she walked by you she had the walk of a model with one foot following the other. That walk made you stop whatever you were doing and stare. When she came into a room she had a kind of presence; she exuded an ambiance of a sexual nature. I was not feeling to bad being with her.

We stayed at that bar for quite a while. I think both of us got a little tipsy because we were touching and laughing. Maybe it was the drinks, but we both were in a jovial mood. She was not married or at least not at the time. I think she may have been married at one time. Now she was just another mature single lady. But let me tell you she still had that certain something.

As the time went by we told each other about our personal lives. She did tell me that she had been married. But her former husband would often hit and abused her. To me, there is no man lower than a man who hits a woman. She was living alone now and was happier now than she had ever been. Living alone no kids, no worries. Just doing whatever she pleased. The only thing she said she had a problem with is that she was sexually frustrated. Me being the kind of guy that I am, half hearted asked if I could help her out. To my surprise she said sure why don’t you take me home. Millie sure as hell couldn’t drive the way she was. So I took her out to my car and started to take her home. As it turned out she did not live very far from the bar maybe a block if that. I guess that is why she chose this place. Her apartment was on the first floor. So I didn’t have to carry her, just help her along.

When we entered her place, she removed her jacket and told me to do the same. I pulled off my jacket and started to place it on the chair next to me. 

When suddenly she stepped forward into my arms. She looked up and kissed me. It was a deep kiss. It first was just on the lips, but then I felt her tongue part my mouth and enter it. Her tongue swirled around and became aquatinted with my tongue. My tongue pushed against hers. Believe me when the tongues parted, it was as good friends. With her hands she moved to take off my shirt. And I struggled to remove her blouse. It came off and left her in a black bra. That bra showed a lot of cleavage but that was only for a minute.

As I kissed her again my arms went around her back and found the clasp that kept it in place. With a big sign it fell to the floor. I was looking at biggest pair of breasts I had ever seen. They were round and plump. They sort of hung there but they didn’t sag with the nipples pointed upward. They looked real great. Her nipples stood out a good half an inch and were about the same around. There was a dark band of brown areola around them. The areola itself must have been a good 2 inches in diameter. Her nipples stood out like a couple of hats, sitting they’re pointing towards me. I bent down to take what I could in my mouth. As I placed my mouth on one of them I could feel the nipple get harder. I moved my tongue around it and gently bit it. I went from one breast to the other. As I was playing with her breasts my hands and mouth I found the ties to her skirt. I open her skirt and let it fall to the ground. 

She didn’t have a slip or nylons on; she was left with only her panties on. From the look of them I think they were black thong panties. The front covered her bush and the back showed her butt cheeks. My hands felt her cheeks and my fingers went to her waist to pull them off. I pulled at them and slowly they too fell to her feet. She knelt down in front of me and started to unbuckle my pants. My pants soon fell to the floor as well. I was standing there in my boxers. She reached into my shorts and gently griped my penis. Next thing I knew she had her mouth over it. Damn, I was in heaven. I had a very fine mature woman giving me the best head I ever had; I had felt and tasted some of the most luscious breasts I had ever seen. What more could I ask for? I was soon to find out. 

We broke apart and made our way to the bedroom. There we fell across the bed where I went down on her. Her pussy had a slight taste of piss and smelled of perfume. My tongue probed it with gusto. Her clit stood up and I could feel it with my lips. My tongue circled around it and a faint moan escaped her lips. I have to assume that what I doing was working. I moved up and kiss her again. I slowly began to make love to her. I entered her mission style.

Her legs encircled my back and pulled me into her with each thrust. Her arms held my shoulders; her nails scratched my back. We were making the kind of love where you made faces. Richard Pryor once called it fucking with your ugly face on. I was groaning she was moaning. As I pounded her and she thrusted her pelvis upward. It must have been a while since she had been fucked. She seemed to be able to make me feel like some kind of a superman. After a while of pumping I was ready to cum. I don’t think she was quite ready. But in my state of mind I couldn’t do anything about that. When I came it was like a fire hydrant; I could feel my juices filling up inside of her. I came more than I had ever cum before she became drenched. I stayed in her for a while not wanting to move. It felt so good being like that.

I knew she had not climaxed so I set about do what I could to relieve her. I placed my hand on her pussy and pushed my middle finger into it. Her pussy was still wet from the fucking I just gave her. My juices were warm on my hand. With my thumb I rubbed her clit. I may have had an orgasm but I wanted her to have an orgasm as well. I found her “G” spot and proceeded to rub and massage her pussy. My fingers made a slight slopping sound as probed and poked inside her. I was going to do what ever I had to, to make her cum. After a few minutes she let out a moan that I thought they could hear next-door. The load moan so surprised me that I almost felt like putting my hand over her mouth. She was arching up and thrashing about.

In a while, she stopped and clamed down enough to fall into a deep sleep. I guess our lovemaking relaxed her quite a bit. I went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. As I got ready to leave, I looked at her on the bed and saw that she fast asleep with a small smile on her face. I pulled a sheet over her. It made me feel as if I had at least done something right. I felt like I did her a great service. 

Come Monday, when we saw each other at the office we made no mention of our liaison last Friday night. Which was okay with me. 

But, she did smile at lot at me.

An Adventure



louise was wet. As she drove towards Las Vegas, she reflected on the events over the last few months that had led her to this point …….

The internet chat with candice and Mikolas had grown increasingly intense. It had started with candice – a kindred spirit who louise had learned to trust. candice’s real-life Ds experiences appealed to louise, particularly since they centered on candice’s real-life relationship with her Dom, Mikolas. louise was taken by the ease and apparent comfort and pleasure that candice and Mikolas shared so openly. It was her fantasy to have such a relationship, and the opportunity to witness it firsthand, and perhaps be a part of it, had led her to this trip to Las Vegas to meet T/them.

The checklists that Mikolas asked her to complete had been very explicit – louise had become aroused and wet just from filling them in. The questions brought erotic images and hidden desires to the forefront of her consciousness, and she had been forced to confront those desires as she contemplated each item. Could these things really come to pass? Would candice and Mikolas actually make these fantasies come to life?

louise shifted in her seat as she drove towards her fantasy. she was acutely aware of the wetness that flooded her freshly waxed pussy – a wetness that was likely soaking the seat beneath her. The red dress that she had been instructed to wear covered her legs, but was tucked up so that her bare ass was in direct contact with the seat. she blushed as she recalled reading the email that told her to arrange herself this way on the drive to Las Vegas. No panties, no bra – just the red dress and her new ‘come fuck me’ shoes. she licked her upper lip, and remembered applying the bright red lipstick that matched her new shoes. ‘Come fuck me lips’, she thought to herself. 

louise realized with a start that it was 3:20. Every 20 minutes, she had to touch herself with the fingers of her right hand. Those fingers were to be coated with her scent on arrival, and she knew that this would be checked. her instructions were to caress her pussy for one minute, ending with specific attention to her clit. she was not to cum. louise moaned as she felt the wetness that coated the slippery folds of her smooth pussy. she slowly ran a finger along her wet slit and then inserted it deeply inside her grasping, hungry cunt. she hooked her finger up inside herself, and then caressed her G-spot. she had been right on the edge for days since she had been ordered to contain her orgasms, and her desire to cum was overwhelming. she slowly moved her finger up to her swollen, pulsing clit and touched it gently. Any further pressure would take her over the edge. she exhaled loudly as she once again grasped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. she felt a strange pleasure as she noted the wetness coating her fingers. her musky scent would certainly be evident when they checked.

louise mentally checked off the items on her instruction list. she had left the sealed envelope with candice and Mikolas’s home phone number on her dresser – her ‘silent alarm’ as T/they called it. she listed the ‘toys’ that she had carefully packed, since T/they couldn’t bring many of T/theirs due to the airline baggage checks. And finally, she went over the safewords, yellow and red, and remembered what they meant. The thought that these words would allow her to scream, yell and struggle in a scene without actually meaning it excited her to no end. Would she be put into bondage? Would she see candice in bondage? Would they be tied up together? Would this drive never end????!!!!

louise pulled into the parking lot at the Hilton, and found a spot near the front. Turning off her car, she sat for a minute and contemplated once again what she was about to do – or more exactly, what might be done to her. she was nervous, and remembered with a start that candice had told her that she should be nervous. she shivered with anticipation as she opened the door and got out of the car. she realized that she had finally decided to go ahead with this. Up until now, she could have easily turned back. she was ready. 

louise walked into the lobby and directly to the elevators. she punched the button for the 14th floor, and as the doors closed, she had a deliciously wicked thought. she hiked her red dress up and ran her entire right hand over her wetness. she almost came as she thought about presenting her soaking fingers for inspection – heavy with her musky sex-scent that now filled the elevator.

The elevator came to a stop and she quickly rearranged her dress as the doors opened. she clutched her bag and stepped out. The sign indicated that suite 1411 was to the right. 

louise stopped at the door to the suite, and hesitated again. she closed her eyes and tried to gather the strength to knock. she felt faint, filled with nervous energy mingled with the sharp sexual tension that had been building for days. Without realizing it, as if it was acting on its own, her right hand raised itself and knocked softly. It seemed that the door opened instantly …..

she opened her eyes to see candice’s bright, smiling face. The face that she had seen in pictures, the laughing eyes and the wide grin ….. and the collar around her throat.

candice took her hand and drew her into the room. “Hello!’ she exclaimed and hugged and kissed her. louise’s heart was racing ….. candice took louise’s right hand and raised it to her face …… smiling, she smelled the fingers ….. ‘Mikolas … she’s here, and her fingers are still wet!’.

louise heard the hallway door to the other room in the suite open and close, as Mikolas called out ‘Harry just left – come on in.’ candice took louise’s suitcase and invited louise to join her and Mikolas in the suite’s main room. 

Mikolas took louise in His arms and kissed her in welcome. she was trembling, and He could feel her nervousness. He led her over to the couch, and candice sat down beside her. Mikolas sat in the chair across from them.

‘How was your drive – and are you happy to be here? Nervous?’

louise explained that she was indeed nervous, and candice once again reassured her. 

The three of them talked for some time about D/s, safewords, and louise’s checklists. Mikolas led the conversation, and louise began to feel more comfortable. candice was instrumental in this, with her easy, light manner. louise had known deep inside that she would like these two, and she was pleased that the reality matched her intuition.

Then Mikolas shifted the conversation ….

‘What are you wearing under your dress, louise?’

louise blushed and felt the heat surge through her body, centering in her pussy and her nipples. she cast her eyes down, and saw that her erect nipples were clearly visible where they formed two points in her dress. ‘Nothing, Sir’, she replied in a whisper.

‘And have you followed the other instructions? Did you sit with your bare ass on the car seat? Did you touch yourself every 20 minutes? And did you resist the desire to cum?’

louise just nodded her head, and then whispered ‘Yes, Sir’.

‘Come here, louise.’

louise arose on trembling legs and approached the Dom. she stood directly before Him, and then remembering something she had read somewhere, she spread her legs apart and clasped her hands behind her head. The cool air from the air conditioning played up under her dress, and reinforced the wetness she felt on the inside of her thighs. louise held her breath.

Mikolas held out His hand to her, and she placed her right hand in His. Looking directly into her eyes, Mikolas brought her fingers to His face and inhaled deeply. she was mortified, and at the same time perhaps more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

Mikolas smiled as candice laughed. ‘i knew you would like that scent, Mikolas’, she said.

Mikolas dropped her hand and louise moved it back behind her head. she heard candice moving behind her, and was surprised as she felt candice’s hands at her neck. candice fastened a collar around louise’s throat, and stepped away. Another surge went through louise as she felt the collar around her throat. her clit throbbed in her growing excitement.

Mikolas then stood, and maneuvered louise into the chair. He once again reviewed her safewords, and asked if she wished to continue. ‘Yes, Sir’ barely escaped her open lips.

louise was told to rearrange her dress as per her instructions, and she shyly reached down and shifted her dress so that her bare ass was against the upholstered seat of the chair. Then her hands and ankles were bound to the arms and legs of the chair. louise was close to orgasm …. she couldn’t believe how hot she was. 

Mikolas summoned candice, and the two stood directly in front of louise. candice spread her legs and put her hands behind her head. They were both looking directly at louise as Mikolas spoke. ‘you came the day W/we were playing and you listened on the phone, didn’t you louise.’ It was a statement, not a question. louise nodded her head and blushed.

‘Now you are going to watch, not just listen. And this time, you will not cum until you are granted permission.’

Mikolas reached up under candice’s dress, and it was obvious to louise that He was caressing candice’s pussy. candice began to move her hips. louise couldn’t see the actual contact because of the way candice’s dress was arranged, but the sight was so erotic that she began to breathe in little gasps. Mikolas told candice to turn around, and louise watched as Mikolas lifted her dress up over her head. candice moved her hands to allow the dress to be removed, and then replaced her hands.

‘Bend over,’ commanded Mikolas. 

louise’s eyes were riveted to candice’s backside as she bent over and put her hands on her knees. Without being told, candice shifted her legs wider and louise saw how wet and swollen her sis’s pussy was. she was amazed at how candice’s pussy lips spread apart ….. she could see her swollen clit. she couldn’t believe just how the sight of candice’s cunt made her so hot, and she felt her own wetness seeping out and onto the chair. Mikolas moved behind her, and she gasped as she felt His fingers gently touching her nipples through her dress. she squirmed on the chair, trying to obtain some relief by increasing the friction against her pussy lips and clit. 

Mikolas released her nipples just as she felt she was about to cum. she gasped ‘please, Sir – i need to cum’. she couldn’t believe it was her voice, but she was so turned on and sexually frustrated by the enforced restriction on cumming the last few days, that she couldn’t help herself.

‘Not yet, louise’, Mikolas ordered.

louise sat, bound in the chair and staring at candice’s pussy and ass, wondering what Mikolas was doing behind her.

He stepped around in front of her again, and she saw that He had removed His shirt, shoes and socks. louise closed her eyes, locking in the image of what she had just seen, and preparing herself for what she was about to see.

Mikolas moved beside candice, and began to caress her ass. His eyes locked on louise. louise tried to look back at His eyes, but couldn’t for more than a few seconds at a time.

Mikolas put both hands on candice’s ass and spread her cheeks wider apart. He massaged her ass, and candice moaned and moved to increase the pressure. Mikolas’s hands moved deeper into the crease of candice’s ass, and then His fingers were holding the lips of her pussy apart – even wider than they had been naturally. He teased candice, touching her, first firmly, then lightly. Then He slid His fingers up inside her and moved them. louise imagined the feelings her sis was experiencing as she watched her moving to increase the penetration of Mikolas’s fingers. louise wished that she could touch herself – or that Mikolas would touch her. her excitement was reaching a fever pitch …..

candice begged, ‘Please, move my wetness up onto my clit …’

Mikolas responded immediately, and candice realized that this was something that T/they did often – it was so natural. candice writhed in pleasure as Mikolas worked her wetness up and around her swollen clit. His fingers toyed with her sis’s clit, and louise actually saw how Mikolas could make it visibly twitch and pulse. 

Mikolas was still staring at her. 

‘Do you like this, candice? Tell louise how good it feels.’

‘OH GAWD’ candice gasped. 

‘louise is watching, you candice.’

candice was moving strongly now, trying to keep pace with Mikolas’s fingers.

‘Kneel, candice.’

candice knelt, as Mikolas adjusted her position so that she was sideways to louise, and facing Him. louise instinctively knew what was about to happen, and as she had before, louise closed her eyes, locking in the image of what she had just seen, and preparing herself for what was next.

candice reached up and unfastened Mikolas’s belt. she undid His pants next, and then slowly pulled His zipper down. candice reached inside and took hold of Mikolas’s cock. Mikolas’s eyes were now fastened on candice, and candice turned her head to look at louise.

‘you want to see it, don’t you?’ she asked louise. 

louise nodded her head, ‘please.’

‘It’s hard, louise, and the tip is wet. And it’s mine. This cock belongs to me, louise.’

louise’s eyes were fastened on candice. 

‘i know that sis, i know that. Please – can I see it?’

candice laughed at louise. ‘Of course you can. But if you think i’m naughty online louise, i’m really going to show you how much of a tease i can be.’

candice shifted around so that louise’s view was blocked, and pulled Mikolas’s pants down and off. candice looked back over her shoulder at louise and grinned. louise found the entire scene incredibly erotic, and knew that her sis did too. But she wanted to see Mikolas’s cock, and realized that candice would continue to tease her for a while. she also knew that candice would share ….. if louise wanted her to.

candice returned to ‘her’ cock, and louise watched candice’s head moving up and down on the cock she had yet to glimpse. Mikolas locked His eyes on her again, and she could see the pleasure on His face. she again wondered what He looked like ….. was He circumcised ….. how big was He?

louise needed to cum. she needed it badly, and despite the scene in front of her, she was constantly aware of the burning desire emanating from her soaking wet pussy. she increased the movement of her hips against the chair ….. her eyes were locked on Mikolas and she silently mouthed the word … ‘please’. Mikolas just smiled, and she knew the answer … not yet.

Mikolas grasped candice’s head in both hands, and moved away from her. As He stepped back, louise got her first look at Him. His uncircumsised cock was fully erect, and wet with candice’s saliva. It was a large cock, perhaps the largest she had ever seen. But she hadn’t been with many men …. a shiver ran through her body.

Mikolas walked over to the plushly upholstered ottoman, and carried it back in front of louise. He sat on it sideways to louise, and candice, knowing what was required of her, draped herself across his lap and put her hands on the floor. louise could see candice’s ass and gaping cunt as candice spread her legs before her. Mikolas caressed candice’s ass, and then the spanking began. 

Mikolas started gently, little slaps that fell every few seconds all around candice’s cheeks. After every six slaps, Mikolas massaged candice’s ass, always ending by teasing her increasingly wet pussy. As soon as candice began to writhe, Mikolas would resume the spanking. louise watched as candice’s ass began to turn red. she wanted to be over Mikolas’s lap ….. she wanted her ass spanked ….she wanted candice to watch ….. she wanted to cum. 

As if He could read her mind, Mikolas looked at her and said ‘Not yet’.

louise continued to squirm against the chair, and suddenly realized that her watching and struggling was contributing as much to Mikolas and candice’s pleasure as their exhibitionism was driving her pleasure. As that thought took hold, louise spread her legs wider against the restraints and increased the intensity of her struggling and moaning. Somehow, she understood that she could actually contribute to their eventual orgasms in this way. 

Mikolas lifted candice from His lap, and rearranged her once again. she was now kneeling on the ottoman and bent over with her forearms against the floor. her ass was the highest point, thrust upwards, facing louise so that louise could see the red cheeks and the wetness of candice’s pussy. 

Mikolas walked over to the dresser and picked up a crop. louise’s eyes were glued to Mikolas’s erect cock as He walked back, slapping the crop against His hand as if to warm it up. Louise had never witnessed a cropping, and she wasn’t sure what to expect. The fact that candice was obviously aroused by what was about to happen reassured her.

Mikolas began by caressing candice’s back and ass with the crop. He tapped the inside of her thighs lightly, and candice responded by spreading her legs wider apart. louise was so close to cumming that she had to slow her movements against the chair. she still wanted, needed to cum, but now wanted to cum with T/them, at the same time.

Mikolas began lightly tapping candice’s ass with the crop. The taps came every few seconds, and were spread all around her ass, not concentrating on any particular spot, but alternating from cheek to cheek. After about twenty seconds, Mikolas paused and louise watched as candice’s hips twitched. Mikolas waited for her to stop, then caressed the insides of candice’s thighs with the crop. louise moaned as she watched Mikolas slide the crop up between the open soaking lips of candice’s cunt. He wiggled the crop slightly against candice’s clit and candice again began to thrust her hips to increase the teasing pressure.

Mikolas inspected the wetness on the end of the crop, and presented it to louise’s face. louise could smell candice’s sex-scent. louise had never smelled another woman’s scent before, and the aroma filled her head. she closed her eyes and kissed the crop. 

Mikolas began to crop candice again. The blows were slightly heavier now, but not at all what louise had expected of a cropping. she realized that the eroticism was driven more by the extremely submissive positioning of candice, and the repetitive nature of the slaps. And of course, the way Mikolas stopped every forty-five seconds or so and teased her inner thighs, pussy and clit with the crop. 

candice was so close to the edge. she was moaning constantly and began to beg for her orgasm. louise increased her motions against the chair, and raised the level of her own pleadings to match candice’s. The eroticism was intense – louise again begged for release – this time matching her pleadings to those of her sis.

Mikolas turned candice around so that she was now facing louise. The two women stared at each other, deriving increased intensity from the fact that they were now watching each other struggling and begging for their orgasms. It was almost as if they were feeding each other’s mounting fires – fires that were threatening to consume them.

Mikolas stood between candice and louise so that they could both see Him. He took His big, hard cock in one hand and stroked it slowly. louise gasped as she saw the clear drop of precum oozing from the bulbous head. Mikolas was teasing both of them, and clearly enjoyed showing Himself to them. 

louise was near the brink now, and despite her desire to contain her orgasm she knew it was almost upon her. her pleadings, matched with those of candice, were too much. candice was touching herself now, frantic movements that indicated her release was close as well. 

“Please, Sir, pleeeaaaassse let Me cum’. louise was almost screaming now, and tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she struggled to reach the level of friction against her clit that would take her over the edge. 




An Adventure



Mikolas moved to louise quickly, and untied her wrists with a single tug on each restraint. louise’s hands flew to her pussy, and she tugged her dress up and clear of her open thighs so that she was completely exposed. she wanted to display herself to both candice and Mikolas, and she spread her lips open with the fingers of one hand while she rapidly stroked her clit with the fingers of her other hand. she was soaking wet, and was sure she had never been wetter or more excited.

Mikolas moved behind candice and thrust Himself into her. candice’s orgasm began almost immediately, and the sounds of her cumming mingled with those of louise drove all three of T/them over the edge. louise spread her legs against the restraints so that Mikolas and candice could watch her in her orgasm. The sight of T/their eyes glued to her pussy drove her wild, and she plunged over the edge.

Mikolas emptied Himself inside candice with His final, powerful thrusts, and then slumped down over her back, pinning her to the ottoman. T/they were all covered in sweat, and the room was heavy with the odor of raw sex.

A few minutes passed before Mikolas arose and untied louise’s ankles. T/they all tumbled into the bed, exhausted, with candice nestled between Mikolas and louise. The last thing that louise heard before she drifted off was Mikolas and candice’s voices.

‘I love you, candice.’

‘And i love You, Mikolas.’

Two more hours passed before T/they were awakened by the sound of the door opening.

‘Hello mates!’ Harry called out.

to be continued...

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An Adventure



It had been a long boring day at the convention. I was glad I could finally sneak out. The only good thing about tending a business convention was the opportunity to get laid in the evening, I thought as I took the elevator down to the bar. "Well, if not laid, then pleasantly drunk and there was always Mother Thumb and her four daughters to make the evening pass with some degree of pleasure." Ah, but I didn't intend to resort to my hand tonight if I could find a willing gal, and ducking out of the boring lecture early gave me the advantage to pick up someone nice before the crowd of horny conventioneers descended and ruined it for everyone.

I walked into the bar and gave it the once-over. There were a few girls about and only a couple of other guys. They were older, middle-aged guys, probably discussing the damn business lectures we had been hearing all day. That meant there was a good chance for me. I knew what I wanted and it was definitely not a night of chitchat about work. 

I ordered a Scotch and sat at the bar. Two gals sat at the far end, giggly and chatting like a couple of high school girls. Not bad looking and barely of legal age, but I hoped for someone more poised and composed. A couple of other ladies sat at a table near the door. And I do mean ladies... ladies of the evening that is, aging ladies of the evening at that. They were obviously hookers and getting on in years. I marked them down as a last resort, a bit old for my tastes, but what the hell. I didn't like paying for sex, but it still beats the old hand job. 

I turned my attention to the only other woman in the place, a brunette at a table in the corner. I had seen her upstairs before lunch. If I remembered correctly, she was tall and stacked with curves to make a man cream in his jeans. I glanced under the table. Her long legs stuck out from a short red skirt - not too short or slutty - but revealing. Her calves curved down into slim ankles and small feet sleeved in high black heels. The points just kept racking on this babe and she was definitely the one I had seen earlier. That might give me some kind of an edge, I thought. She sipped a drink and scanned the room. 

I felt a strong attraction to her... in other words, a stiffness in my pants. She had a quality about her that seemed mysterious and aloof and my cock throbbed in a desire to get to know her. 

Okay, I had my target, but before I could make a move, one of the other men walked up to her and said something. She laughed and turned partially to the wall. 

"Ouch, he struck out big time," I thought. Probably dished out some dumb line like, "What's a gorgeous doll like you doing in a dump like this?" No, I knew right away, that a line wouldn't work on her; she wanted honesty.

I told the barkeep to send her a fresh drink and waited for him to point me out to her. When he did, she smiled and nodded her head ever so slightly. It was my invitation. Now to make my move. The hunt was on. I walked over and thought of what to say. By the time I got there, I had my plan of attack down. Honesty it would be.

"Hi, I'm Mark. You look lonely. If you invite me to sit down, we might be on our way to a little adventure. If you're not looking for adventure, then let's have a drink and chat a bit; pass the time." Simple. Straight forward. Right to the point. Would she take the bait?

"Adventure? You don't know what an adventure is; you may be asking for more than you bargained for." She pursed her lips and looked me up and down before continuing, "Sure have a seat and thanks for the rum and coke. I'm Kim and I like your style." Kim smiled, showing even pearly white teeth. She extended a slender well-manicured hand. 

I took her hand and gently kissed it. The European approach always seemed to buy me points with the women. I took a chair next to her rather than across. Shyness or false courtesy would get me nowhere. I had my reply ready and said, "Oh, but I do know all about adventuring. I have traveled all over the world, scaled the highest mountains, swum the deepest oceans, tamed the wildest beast," I bragged and grinned at her. 

She laughed. "Oh really? The highest mountain? The deepest ocean? The wildest beast? What beast would that be, my fearless adventurer?"

My turn to laugh a bit. I relaxed somewhat. Things were going smoothly. Kim looked me in the eye with her big blue ones and she smiled a lot. I was certain she loved the fake macho man image I painted for her and decided to take things a bit farther. "Don't you know? The wildest beast is the most mysterious creature of all. A creature of loveliness and sensuality. A creature of deep passions, of thunderous moods and sweet caresses. The wildest beast is a woman. A woman who wants to be tamed, but in the process tames the hunter," I whispered. Would she think this too brazen? I held my breath.

"Is that so? You mean a woman who wants to fuck your brains out?" Kim whispered back to me, a gleam in her eyes. She leaned forward and I smelled her perfume. It made my senses reel with desire. She smelled as good as she looked. And she looked stunning. "Or do you mean something more adventurous? Like maybe two women fucking each other, or fucking you?"

That last line threw me for a moment. Talk about getting to the point. Under the table, she slipped her hand over my thigh and stroked up and down, not close to my manhood, but definitely indicating the possibility.

"Ah... That would be a wild thing for sure and would certainly tame the hunter." I really was caught off guard and this was the best reply I could manage.

"So what is the wildest beast you ever tamed? A knockout model? Two of them? Three? How about the male beast? Have you ever tamed another man? Tell me what adventures have you had in your world travels?" Kim slid her hand over onto my erection. She smiled as she felt the length of it and then withdrew, taking up her drink. She sipped it and gazed at me with those fabulous blue eyes. "You did say that we might have an adventure tonight. Pray tell, what will that be?"

"I was hoping to go upstairs with you to my room." I was a bit taken aback with her blunt comments. What was this all about? It seemed my word game had gone too far, had become her forte. "I meant, your room, of course. You'd probably prefer your room. I'd take you up to your room."

"And what would we do there... Fuck? Is that your adventure? Maybe I'd suck you? Is that what you had in mind?"

"The thought had crossed my mind. It seems that you're willing to be with me tonight." This time I slid my hand under the table and felt her leg just above the knee. I didn't push my luck. I just let it rest on her lower thigh. I felt like I was closing in on the kill. The hunt was mine. Or was it...?

"So tell me, what about the male beast? Tamed any of them lately?"

"I... I... Men? Well, no I don't hunt men..."

"Oh, don't be alarmed. I've tamed a few women myself. A great change of pace on the hunt as I'm sure you'll agree. I'm just trying to find out what kind of exotic game you hunt my tongued-tied adventurer?" She smiled, waiting for an answer.

"Yes. I have... I have tamed a few men in my time. Sure. Most guys have experimented... but not since college days. I prefer the female of the beast. Much more adventure in chasing them, if you know what I mean." I tried to get the conversation back onto familiar ground.

Kim laughed. "Oh I do know what you mean. Now relax. I'm just teasing you. A bit of witty repartee." She leaned closer. Her gaze was so intense, her perfume almost narcotic in its affect upon me. Her long brunette hair framed her face like some masterpiece of Rembrandt. She whispered, "Oh... I'm quite willing to be your adventure tonight. I'll let you catch me and I'll tame your raging beast for sure." Her lips were full, red and sensuous. She licked the tip of her tongue across them and spoke very quietly, "But will you want me?"

"Of course. You're gorgeous. You easily qualify as that knockout model you mentioned earlier. I can't see any man turning you down."

"Really? You'd be surprised." Kim abruptly stood up. "Let's go." She headed for the door. She had moved so fast, my hand fell onto the chair. I hastily paid for the drinks and followed her out to the elevator.

We caught the elevator and found ourselves alone. As soon as the door closed, I turned toward Kim. She turned to me and our lips met. We kissed deeply and long, her tongue found spots in my mouth I didn't know I had. My cock pushed hard against her thigh as she rubbed up and down against me. Her breath was hot against my face, her perfume drove me wild with desire. We continued this one long French kiss all the way to her floor. I vaguely noticed we got off on the 10th floor. She quickly led me to her room and opened the door.

I grabbed her again and pulled her to me, kissing deeply. She had me so hot and hard. I momentarily panicked when she pushed me away. I stepped back, breathing hot and heavy, my pants pushed out in front.

What was wrong? Why was she slowing down the pace? I wanted her right there, the heck with the bed. 

"Honey, have a seat on the couch. She eased me down onto the small couch across from the TV. "I'm going to give you a little show and then if you like what you see, I'll give you the time of your life. I'll tame you all night long."

"Err... I'm already having a nice show." I pointedly glanced down. Her blouse hung open and the twin curves of her luscious breasts gleamed in the light.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, honey." Kim backed away, flipped on her stereo. Soft mellow music filled the room. She lit a couple of candles and some incense, switched off the lights and moved in front of me.

"Candles? Incense? CD player? Hmmmm, it seems that Kim had plans all along for company."

"But of course. Didn't you? Now, I'm going to dance for you. You stay put on the couch. No touching, no fooling around. You just watch. If you like what you see, we'll play. If not..."

"Honey, I already love what I see, but I love a strip show too. So go for it. You're making me hot."

"I certainly hope you love this one," Kim whispered as she swayed to the music. "I hope so," she repeated. The candlelight glistened in her hair as it swished back and forth across her face. She danced to the music and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It fell away behind her. Her breasts were large firm melons hidden by a lacy bra. She twirled around and when she faced me again, her bra was loose. She let it slide down over her tits. Just to the tops of the nipples. I was about to burst my pants open. Slowly, she eased one side down, revealing the luscious brown nipple. It was taut and erect and I wanted to swallow it. The other side of her bra dropped onto her foot. She kicked the garment toward me. 

I clutched it and pulled it to my face, sniffing in her deep woman smell. Perfume, and faint bath oil and that indescribable sexual odor of lust. My eyes stared at her delicious mounds as she bobbed them up and down for me in her dance. God, my cock was going to explode. I started to unzip, to get some room for it at least.

"Not yet," Kim ordered.

I sighed, but did as I was told. I was able to rearrange myself so that my erection pointed down alongside my leg. At least, I wasn't going to break it off against my zipper.

Kim swayed her hips, thrust her tits at me, stroked her long legs with her hands. She turned around and presented her ass to me. This made me really hot, even though it was still covered by her skirt. I felt love juice ooze from my erection. This was really some show, but I wanted Kim to end it, to get onto the fucking I so desperately needed.

With her back to me, Kim slid down her skirt, slowly revealing the black lacy panties she wore. It seemed like it took forever before the full curves of her gorgeous ass cheeks were revealed. I could see the smooth white skin through the sheer material. Her panties bunched slightly in her crack, showing off her butt even more sharply. These knickers were a definite tease. I bit my hand in frustration at seeing all this beauty and being forced to sit still while Kim took her time in this arousing dance of hers. She finally let the skirt drop to the floor and flicked it to me off the toe of her high-heel.

Again, I caught her clothing and rubbed the skirt all over my face. Her aroma was stronger on the skirt and I felt like I was going to explode. I threw it from me and started to get up. I had to have her. I just had to.

"Not yet," she ordered. "We're almost done. If you like what you see, you'll get the time of your life. Just control yourself for a couple more minutes." It sounded as though she begged me to be patient. There was something in her voice.

Reluctantly, I sat back down. There was nothing I was going to do to jeopardize this night. I wanted Kim so bad, it literally hurt. Again, I rearranged myself inside my pants and waited out the eternity of the couple of minutes. I idly wondered why she kept saying, "If you like..." Hell, I loved what I was seeing.

Kim slid her hands down along her slim figure. With nothing on but a pair of lacy briefs it was easy to see the perfection of her body. She was nearly perfect in the curves department, not to mention breasts, ass, legs and the rest of her. Slowly, with her back to me still, she slid the panties down over her cheeks. God, were they gorgeous when she finally exposed them to me.

At last she was naked in front of me. As she turned around, she kept her hands covering her mound.

"Oh, honey. Don't tease me anymore. Let me see it. I want you."

Kim took a deep breath and let her hands drop. Where her pussy should have been, a huge cock jumped out. 

I sat up and stared. A part of my mind was confused, but a part of me admired the organ. It was impressive rod, longer than mine it seemed and completely void of hair as were the two balls snug against the base in their sac. Kim had shaved her pubic hair to form the top half of a heart with her cock sticking out like an arrow of love. 

I forced my eyes away and looked at her tits, at her legs, at her figure, her hairless very girly figure, and then back at her cock. Her cock? That didn't make sense, but there it was.

Then I looked at her face. There was a look of fear, of total desperation, but also hope in her eyes, a longing that touched my heart. This was why she put on such a provocative show. This was her way of begging me to stay with her. How strange it must be to find someone when you're not what you seem? My head started to spin as I glimpsed the heartache of her life in that moment.

I took a deep breath, realizing I hadn't been breathing. Not more than a minute had passed since Kim's revealing, but it seemed like eternity. Even the music had stopped and the room filled with silence.

It was all up to me and I knew it. Kim had given it her best shot and to tell the truth, I was still very much excited by her. Maybe even more excited now, I admitted to myself. My cock throbbed in answer to that excitement. Hell, I was as hot as a firecracker and about to rip my pants open with my hard-on.

Kim was very much a woman. I couldn't bring myself to think of someone with a body like hers being a man. She was a woman... but with a cock. Ok, face it and do what is right, I thought. I didn't know exactly what to do, but I knew I still wanted her. She had promised me an adventure and this was one for sure. She stared at me with that mix of fear and desire and I thought she didn't even breathe as she waited my reaction.

It was up to me. I stood up, undid my pants and shoved them down along with my underwear. Now my erection faced hers. I grinned. What else could I do? 

A huge smile spread across her face and tears welled in her eyes as she came to me and planted another of her tongue swallowing kisses on me. The adventure had truly begun.

She quickly stripped me of my shirt and we were both naked together. She moved us to the bed, all the time kissing me deeply. I was happy to let her take the lead. I wasn't exactly sure of how to proceed. She eased down onto the bed and leaned over me, her breasts above my face. Hmmmm, she did have gorgeous tits that had not yet felt my hands on them. With that thought I knew what to do. I started squeezing and mauling her breasts, rubbing over the nipples. I sucked one into my mouth and savored the taste and feel of it. This part was quite familiar to me and perhaps that is why Kim had led me to them. 

She eased down on her side next to me and gently fondled my erection. I groaned at the touch of her warm hands. Oh she knew exactly where to touch and just how much pressure to use. She stroked me so slowly and gently. It felt like heaven to my swollen organ. 

I divided my attention between her hungry mouth and her hard nipples, but soon I let one hand trail down over her smooth stomach. I found what I sought and gave her a caress for everyone she gave me. I realized that again, I knew what to do. How many times had I fondled myself in this very same way. I relaxed more and concentrated on giving Kim as good a hand job as she was giving me.

Both of us were superheated. I knew this foreplay couldn't last much longer. Kim knew it too and again took the lead by lowering her head down onto my throbbing knob. She kissed it gently and proceeded to suck it slowly into her mouth. I moaned and lay back on the pillow. She sucked as good as any woman I had ever had. Her mouth aroused me higher and higher. She squirmed around a little and we found ourselves in the classic 69 position. If she was going to suck me, then I darn sure was going to return the favor. 

Her organ was hard, deep-veined and tangy to the taste. I hadn't been lying earlier when I told her I had been with a couple of guys. I had. This wasn't the first cock I had tamed, but it sure was the best. Kim was no hairy man, but had the body of a gorgeous woman. I licked up and down the shaft, tongued her balls, took them gently into my mouth and then worked my way back up the shaft to the aching head of her cock. It oozed lots of love juice. I could tell I was dripping as well by the swallowing noises Kim made as she continued to suck on me. It soon became impossible to concentrate as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

I whispered my urgency that I was about to explode in case she wanted to switch to her hand. She only brought her hand over to the base of my cock and added more sensations to it with her pumping action. I couldn't even think of servicing her at the moment; my orgasm was way too close. I propped the pillow under my head so I could get a good look. 

I saw this beautiful face sucking my erection deep into her throat. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked and then puffed back out as she eased up and slid down the shaft. Her hand kept up a slow jack on the lower part of my organ. She held it tight to delay cumming as long as possible, but I knew that wasn't going to be much longer. Sperm swirled and boiled in my balls and they sucked up even higher against my shaft as the inevitable explosion ripped through my body.

I arched off the bed with the intensity of my cum. Kim stayed with me, sucking even harder as I blasted load after load of cum juice deep into her throat. I screamed as the orgasm peaked and stayed there. Finally, it eased up and I felt myself drained and my cock going limp in her mouth. She sucked me and pumped me with her hand until every last drop was out and every tingle of feeling had ebbed away. I moaned and cried tears of joy at the sheer intensity of my climax and the familiar afterglow descending upon me.

Kim lifted her head and crawled up my body to face. She started kissing me. I felt her tongue seeking access to my mouth and I eagerly opened for her. She pushed the last of my cum load into my mouth and we shared the tangy treat until it was all gone. Then she returned to my cock. She mouthed the head of my organ, making me jump with the sensitivity following the blast. Gradually her sucks became kisses and tiny licks of my limp organ. Already, I could feel my balls pull up with excitement. I was reloading fast, I realized and would be ready for another round very quickly.




An Adventure



It was a spur of the moment decision to meet at the Marriott Hotel. I suggested we meet right after work, but not to check into a room like most normal people to sleep for the night, nor like the people who are hot and bothered and looking to fuck each other's brains out for a bit. No, I had another idea altogether. From many previous stays in the hotel I recalled a men's bathroom just around the corner from the checkout desk that was very large and used very rarely even at the busiest times of the day. In my memory I was remembering the stall in the back corner of the bathroom. It was one of the oversized handicap stalls that would leave us with room for endless quick and dirty activities. I didn't know at all what to expect when I asked you to sneak away after work to swallow my cum in a men's bathroom stall but I wasn't disappointed in your answer. Your craving for a full mouth of me coupled with the strong desire to please my every depraved fantasy had us scheduled to meet at 5:20 PM.

I pulled up to the hotel in and parked in TERRIBLE traffic. I knew that you too would probably be in The same situation, so I took a minute to wander into the hotel and make sure things were as I remembered. The Marriott was crawling with business folk returning from a long day on the road at the office heading either to check in, to their rooms, or to the bar for a drink. It was much more crowded than I had anticipated but the bathroom around the corner from the checkout desk was as I expected … empty. I slipped into the bathroom and into the stall in the back corner and found the place where we could stand that would allow only one set of feet to be seen at a time from the rest of the bathroom. My cock was already hard in my pants with anticipation of your lips wrapped around me as I passed a gentleman coming into the bathroom as I headed to meet you in the parking lot.

You pulled out of the traffic and parked just as I made it back out into the hot summer day. With a quick hello and a hug we slipped into the hotel. Both of us a little surprised still at what we intended to do but not yet believing that we were going to go through with it. As we neared the bathroom I had you keep an eye out for people as I slipped into the men's room to make sure no one was there. With a quick peek out the door and a wave I motioned you through into the space normally reserved for males only. You're short sprint Into the bathroom and into the back stall was only interrupted as I closed the stall door and then guided you by the shoulders into the back corner of the stall against the wall with the toilet hiding your feet from the rest of the bathroom.

My raging cock would wait no longer. Foreplay in my mind was not an option I wanted you pleasuring me and there was no need to talk about it. I immediately unzipped my pants and undid my button. I lowered my waistband of my pants to mid thigh as you looked on from the corner of the stall with a look of shocked disbelief that quickly turned into a look of desire. One stroke of my hard cock was enough to have the precum dripping at the tip of my head as I took your shoulder and you leaned forward with one hand on the toilet to hold your balance to take my shaft in your mouth. The sucking and licking of my rod was very loud in my ears as it echoed in the bathroom. It took just a few seconds before my knees started to tremble from the excitement and heat of your mouth. It was then that we heard the bathroom door open for the first time.

We both seemed to be a bit shocked that someone would dare disturb our fun but it was after all a public men's bathroom. I leaned back against the stall wall while you stood back up straight in the corner as we listened to a random male unzip and start to piss loudly in a urinal. With my bare wet cock hanging out in front of me aching to be back in your mouth I reached across the stall to your shirt and proceed to start undoing buttons. It took 10 seconds to free your tits from the constraints of your clothes so that I could fondle your nipples as we heard another man walk into the bathroom and strike up conversation at the urinal. 

My hand quickly dove into your lose fitting pants to grab your soaking wetness that I knew would be there from our hot escapade. You were drenched with your clit as hard as a rock. I knew then you loved every second of that. It was at that point I knew you were enjoying being my cock slave. I tweaked your nipples a few more times and then leaned forward to suck and nip before taking you by the shoulder and pulling you forward back to my cock. Your hot open mouth was scalding around my head as I slipped my hips back and forth touching the back of your throat at every lunge. 

Working slowly to not make much noise I Continue to fuck your face and toy with your nipples as men, 3,4,5,6 of them came in and out of the bathroom talking, laughing, and pissing to relieve them. What seemed like hours but was only minutes passed and I was ready to fill your stomach with my cum. My knees were shaking and my forehead drenched in sweat as I raised you off my cock. I asked you point blank if you were ready to swallow my load and if that is what you wanted. Your nod and quiet agreement were all I needed. We quickly shifted positions with you moving from the corner to sitting on the toilet with your legs spread so I would fit in front of you. I leaned back grasping the handrails of the stall on either side of me as you leaned your fuck-swollen face back onto my cock. I used the leverage of the rails to raise and lower myself in and out of your mouth, as another 2,3,4 men came through the bathroom with us no longer caring whom could see our feet. 

I bashed the back of your throat repeatedly as your ran your hands along my cock shaft. Your naked tits jiggling in front of my face spurring me on faster and faster until at last there was no holding back. I whispered quietly that I was cumming. Your head fell back ever so slightly so you could look up in my face as your lips wrapped around me and you started to suck and swallow. The lack of air apparent as my load ran down your throat and your face became more and more red. I watch as you drank every bit of me down not spilling a drop seated in front of me in the stall of the men's bathroom. Standing you up after the last blast I quickly gave you a deep kiss with my tongue buried in your mouth to taste to see if you swallowed all of my cum. There wasn't a drop.

It took about 2 minutes to get our clothes put together. I jumped out of the stall to verify we were alone once again and then quickly peeked out the door. Coast is clear. One additional quick wave and we were just another random couple walking down the hall of the hotel on our way to wherever we needed to go.

The start of many kink filled perversions I hope.



An Adventure



I wake up early one Saturday morning as my sweet little sub comes in carrying the tray filled with my favorite breakfast foods. He has already eaten, I prefer that he is ready for anything I want to do directly after I am finished eating. He sets the tray down on my lap and kneels beside the bed. 

I take a few bites of my breakfast before I speak to him for the first time this morning, "Go take a shower boy, we are going on a little adventure today." His eyes light up with anticipation and he jumps to the command. I smile as I hear water running in the bathroom and finish my breakfast as he washes all parts of himself but his cock and balls, two parts of him that only I am to play with, unless I tell him otherwise. When I am finished eating I enter the bathroom as well. Striping the wrinkled nightgown from my body I climb in the shower and tell him to wash me. He smiles, happy to oblige, and washes all of me but my pussy, asking permission before moving his fingers there opening me and massaging my clit for a while before moving two fingers inside of me, and sending me into a nice orgasm this lovely morning. I smile and wash his genitals, taking his cock in my hand and rubbing back and forth until he is nice and hard. 

I'd usually push him against the wall and fuck him or pull him against me at this point, but I have other plans today. I turn off the water and he hides a disappointed pout as I tell him to get a towel and dry both of us off.

I look at my sweet submissive, excited about today, and rub his nipples and his still-hard member before I tell him to go into the bedroom, kneel there facing the far wall, and wait for me. I look myself in the mirror and apply some simple makeup before twisting my hair and locking it in a tight hairclip before moving into the bedroom. I choose a particularly low-cut and short sundress for this activity, it's a nice day and It's a simple outfit, I don't bother with a bra, but do find a white lace thong to wear underneath it. Finished, I gather a few things and move in front of him, very proud as he doesn't look up, waiting for permission to do so. 

He's so gorgeous, and turns me on so much like this, completely trusting, well-behaved, compliant. I love him so much. I run my fingers through his hair and smile. "Look at me my pet." He does so, his eyes and cock both betraying his excitement. I bend down, giving him a nice view and kiss him gently. "Chin up," I tell him, he happily complies and I attach his collar around his neck. "Arms behind you sweetie," he does this as well and I lock his arms behind his back with a pair of handcuffs.

"What a good boy you are." I tell him with another gentle kiss. I attach a leash to his collar and smile, "Come along then baby, this is going to be fun."

He smiles, not saying a word, He is the most amazing man I've ever met, more brave than I ever thought I would find, but even he is a bit concerned as I lead him beyond the safety of the house into the attached garage and open the passenger side door of our car.

"Mistress?" He asks, worry evident in his voice.

"We are going to go on a little trip sweetheart, Come on then, get in." I'd tell him, deeply aware of his blushing.

"But won't the other drivers see me?" He asks, apprehensive.

"Perhaps, but no one you know. You can handle this for your Mistress can't you my pet?" I know he'd never directly refuse me, but it's hard for him just the same.

"I-," he starts, but just nods instead, blushing.

"What a good boy you are. Climb in then."

He does and I close the door, moving to the driver's side and getting in myself. I think better of the handcuffs, deciding they can't be comfortable behind his back and bend over to the passenger side to remove them. He looks at me searchingly, wondering if I'm really serious, but I return to my original position and start up the car. He blushes profusely hunkering down in the seat, his hands in his lap, trying vainly to hide his nakedness.

We live out in the suburbs, close to the mountains, and it's early, near five on a Saturday, there are few people driving, and none of them are paying any attention to my sweet pet, but he is blushing and looks quite uncomfortable anyway. It's only a few miles to the base of the mountain, and only a couple people even look in our direction as they drive, none thinking anything of my slave's naked chest. They can see nothing else.

As we make the assent I tell him to pick some music he'd like to listen to. He covers his naked cock with the CD case and I laugh, causing him to blush all the more. He picks one and puts it in, before returning his hands to their previous position.

The music is relaxing, a CD we both enjoy and I'm glad he picked it. I'm not as glad that he is covering up my toys. "Move your hands my pet, there is no one on the road to see you."

"Bu-," He starts, but doesn't even finish the first word, not wanting to argue with me. He moves his hands, his cheeks redder than before. I smile, "Good boy." And stroke his cock gently as we continue up the mountain, making sure to never stimulate him so much as to cause a mess.

We get to the camping spot, a nice secluded spot in the trees. He's still worried someone might see him and looks around nervously as I get out of the car and open the passenger side door, telling him to get out.

He does so, still glancing around.

I just smile, "There is no one here sweetie, don't worry." He nods and I attach the leash again, pulling him to the trunk of the car where I've stored a few more toys. I take out a set of wrist cuffs and put them on him, then hand the ankle cuffs to him and tell him to put them on, facing away from me. I enjoy the view. He does so with a sly smile, slowly forgetting about his interesting situation.

As he's placing the cuffs on his ankles I smile, rubbing his butt strongly. But I want to play, I take out a few more things and place them in a bag, telling him to stand up and follow me, pulling the leash gently to further explain the command, "Where are we going Mistress?" He asks excitedly.

"That would ruin the surprise sweetie." I tell him.

I'm aware that he doesn't have any shoes, but the path is soft and clear of rocks, and we aren't going far. I lead him through a beautiful forest glade to a small clearing and a set of two trees spaced about five feet apart.

He smiles in anticipation and I laugh, ruffling his hair and kissing him playfully. I loop a piece of rope onto each tree, onto one of the higher limbs of each, and tell him with a grin, "Stand in the center pet, arms out."

He does so and I attach each cuff spreading his arms out. I trail my fingers down his sides and he squirms a little and giggles.

I move back to the bag I've brought and take out a short spreader bar and connect it to his ankles, spacing them about a foot apart. Once he is secured so I'm sure he can't move I take out a roll of pink ribbon from my bag and smile.

"What's that for, Mistress?" He asks with a smirk. "I can't move, so I can't see what the use is of binding me further..."

"I think it's cute." I say laughing. And bend down to start wrapping it at his ankles, a kind of pink cocoon. I stop above his knees and take a section tying a large bow around the base of his erect cock.

After I've finished I remove the bonds from his wrists, helping him keep his balance for a minute before laying a blanket down and telling him to lie down, helping him into that position as well.

The grass that the blanket is on is covered in a light dew, and the ground around it is a bit muddy. I smile to myself and have him put his hands to his sides. I attach his wrists to the pink ribbon on his thighs and smile. "What a nice big package hmm?" I laugh, "And so cute. You're gorgeous my pet."

He smiles back, "Thank you Mistress. Though I do wonder what you plan on doing with your gift wrapped toy."

I move my mouth to his ear, licking it playfully and whispering, "Whatever I want."

His grin is as wide as it can go, and I'm sure mine matches. I kiss him for a few minutes, play with his nipples and cock, leave nice red hickies on my boy, and lick and bite his ears for a while; exciting him and making him squirm. I kiss him again and he tries to sit up and follow my mouth as a pull away. I push him down with one hand and smirk. "No, no my pet. Be good." I rub his chest gently and smile as he looks up inquisitively.

"Hmm, this is a bit hot sweetie," I laugh, "I think it needs to come off, what do you say?" I ask, motioning towards my sundress.

"That would be lovely Mistress, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable." He says with that same grin.

I smile and pull it over my head, his cock obviously reacting to the new turn of events. I stuff my dress in the bag I brought before kissing my pet again. I lean over his face and am impressed again as he asks excitedly, "May I please you Mistress?"

"Defiantly my pet." I tell him, letting him suck on my nipples and moaning. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling lightly as he grazes first one then the other nipple with his teeth. It feels so good.

After a minute or two I pull away, replacing my nipples with my lips to his, kissing him again. I sit up and look around with a grin. "Hmm, this seems picturesque, though it's missing something." I place one finger to his lips, knowing he's going to ask what that something is, and use my right finger to gather a bit of mud near us and smear it on his chest in letters that spell "slave".

"There my sweet 'slave' spelled out and perfect, so adorable." I giggle and get up, getting my camera to take a few pictures of my slave boy in his pink leg bondage and muddy chest.

He blushes again, deep crimson but smiles at the simple praise. "And so excited, look at you my sweet, throbbing. We'll have to take care of that won't we?"

I stand and strip off my thong, tossing it in the bag with my dress, before coming back, sitting on his knees, stroking his cock slowly, and untying the bow around his cock with my teeth.

Too excited to tease him any more I mount his cock slowly, watching his expressions. I know he wishes I would speed up, and I can't take it too much longer either. I slide up and down his cock a few times before giving him permission to move with me, my chest bounces as I move my pussy up and down on his member, loving the feel of him inside me.

I move at just the right pace to make sure he doesn't get too close before I'm ready as well. But it doesn't take long before we are both on edge. "Cum for me my pet." I moan, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. He does and the hot stream of cum sends me over the edge, my pussy clenching down hard and both of us writhing together. Spent, I collapse on top of him, and we lie there for a moment, our breathing and the sound of nature the only noises to be heard.

After a few minutes I get up and release him from his cocoon and restraints. "I love you so much my pet."

"I love you too Mistress." He replies, and we lie back on the blanket together, enjoying the sweet bliss of nature. 



An Adventure



You called and said we were going to go on an adventure today, doing something we have not done yet. You instructed me to be sure to have your pussy nicely shaved, to wear a short skirt, a revealing button down shirt, white bra and thong. 

  As I showered and prepared myself, I let the warm water spray over my breasts, letting the water drip off of my hardened nipples. I pinched and played with each breast and nipple while I lathered soap over my chest. 

I ran my hands down over my hips to my pussy, I took the loofa, and lathered soap over the top of my pussy, then got out my razor and ran it lightly over the top, around the sides, around and along the lips, making sure that there was no hair at all on your pussy. As I shaved I imagined your mouth and tongue tantalizingly playing and teasing your pussy and clit, getting wetter and wantonly filled with the desire to serve you. 

As I stood under the shower getting my hair wet to wash, I envisioned you kissing me, running your hands through my hair and caressing my face. 

I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, and wrapped myself up in a towel, imagining and feeling your arms wrapped around me tightly I then dried myself off roughly with a towel, again feeling how hard my nipples were, feeling the sensation of the roughness as it hardened the nipples, and how more excitedly wet and sensative my pussy became as I dried myself there. 

I slipped my bra on quickly, enjoying how the satin felt against my breasts, and noticing how the nipples were poking through the fabric. My white lacey thong came next. Slowly sliding it up my legs, and over my hips. Feeling the string as it nestled into the crack of my ass, made me wonder if you were going to pleasure yourself there tonight.

I then put on my short skirt, noticing that it's fabric barely ended right under my pussy. As I put on my blouse I looked in the mirror, slowly buttoning, feeling the silk against my skin sent shivers down my spine as I wondered what this day would entail. I left the shirt unbuttoned from the neck down to between my breasts, right above where the lace from the bra just peaked out. Cupping my breasts I looked again at the mirror as I tweeked the nipples, wanting them to poke out more. 

As I slipped on my shoes I heard you pull into the driveway. I opened the door for you, and quickly got down onto my knees, and lowered my head, patiently waiting for you to come in. 

You entered the room, and stood in front of me, running your hand over my head, and then cupped my chin, having me look up at you. 

This made me push my chest out further, and I felt you looking at my cleavage. As you ran your hand over my breast and into my shirt, you told me what I slut I was for having my shirt open that far for such an enticing view. You then roughly played with the nipple, making almost electrical sensations travel from there down throughout my body. 

You had me stand up and slowly turn around. You noticed my thong peaking out from under the skirt and smiled. You reached around me and grabbed my ass, pulling me close into you. I could feel your hardness against me. It felt so wonderful. 

You kissed me and whispered into my ear that your little slut was going to enjoy serving her Master tonight. I felt your hands as they rested on my hips, and then slid down to the hemline. You tugged it a bit, straightening the skirt. Then your hand slipped underneath, and I felt your finger as it separated my pussy lips, you told me how naughty I was because I was so wet, so filled with desire to serve you. 

You placed your finger covered with my juices by my lips. I sucked it into my mouth, savoring my flavor for you. 

You straightened my shirt, smoothing the fabric, making sure is accented my breasts. 

We then got into your car, and you then slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I then felt you recline my seat as you told me to spread my legs. I felt your hand as it went under my skirt, and pushed the thong aside. I felt you penetrate me with your finger, stroking the clit, making it hard. I gasped from the sensation, and rocked my hips, hoping you would allow me to cum. 

You stopped fingering me as you slowed the car down, once you sped up you started fingering me again, just until I was about to cum, then you would stop for a few seconds, and start the delightful torture over again. 

You told me "We're here". You got out of the car. You opened my door, and told me to open my legs. As I did this I felt you press something past my pussy lips into my vagina. You then had me sit up, and then your removed my blindfold. I noticed we were at the park. 

You told me to get out of the car. As I did I heard a hum and felt a vibration deep inside of my pussy. I looked at you and you smiled at me wickedly. We stood together, and you put your arm around my hip, and as we walked you held me tightly by you, making me walk while every few seconds you would turn the vibrator on intensely, then shut if off quickly. 

You slid your hand up to my breast and roughly fondled it, pulling the nipple hard and then turned the vibrator on. Oh how I moaned. You intensified the vibration, making me shudder, humping my hips as the vibrations started to make me cum. I held onto you for support as each wave of exctasy went through my body. 

When the vibrations stopped, I looked at you and thanked you for allowing me to cum in such a way. 

We turned a corner and I noticed a man sitting on a bench by the waterfall. You told me to flirt with him. I walked suggestively towards him, looking at him, breasts pushed out, hips swaying. He looked at me closely, his eyes running from my head, to my breasts, hips, legs, back to between my legs and then my cleavage. 

You came up behind me and said, "Good evening Sir, would you like to play with my whore?" The man smiled and nodded. 

You had me kneel down in front of him, and unbuckle his pants. He lifted up his hips and I slid his pants down, then his boxers. His cock sprang up in front of me. You told me to suck his cock, and to make you proud. 

I slowly kissed and licked his cock, and slowly slid it into my mouth, sucking and enjoying it. I sucked strong and ran my tongue around it. 

I felt his hand as it stroked my head and then went into my shirt, scooping my breast out of the bra. He played with the nipple while I sucked his magnificent tool. 

I felt you put your hand on my shoulder, then my skirt being lifted. You started to stroke my back while I sucked and he fondled my breasts. I felt your hand as it traveled down my ass, stroking my cheeks. 

You sensed I was getting excited, almost ready to cum from my sucking, and slid a finger into my ass making me moan with his cock in my mouth, I rocked my hips and sucked feeling his cock starting to stiffen. 

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told you what a wonderful cock sucking whore you had. You told him I had other talents as well...

You had me stand up in front of him, and encouraged him to unbutton my blouse. I felt your breath on the back of my neck as you spoke, making me real excited. As he finished unbuttoning my shirt, he looked at you and then my bra. 

You unfastened it for him, and he slid it off of my arms. He kissed my breasts from the top down to the tips of the nipples, over and over again, taking time out to circle the nipples with his tongue and slowly suck on them, grazing each nipple with his teeth. 

I moaned and panted as I felt you put your hands on my hips to steady myself. His hand then went under the skirt, and cupped my pussy. He commented to you how wet your slut was. You said, "And eager to please". 

I looked at him wantonly as he started to finger my clit, he said cum for me baby, cum you little whore, You widened my stance so he could finger me harder, pressing my pussy into his hand. I started rocking against his hand and fingering, feeling an orgasm building deep within me, 

I rocked and moaned, feeling you wrapping your arms around my chest, cupping my breasts and kissing the back of my neck. I felt your hardness against my ass, sending me over the edge. Wave upon wave engulfed my body, soaking his hand with wetness. 

You told me to bend over, and for him to stand up. You then ordered me to suck his cock again. As he entered my mouth with it, I felt his hands on my head. I grasped his shaft with one hand while I sucked jacking him while I sucked. I felt you spread my ass cheeks, and then started feeling your cock as it entered my ass. 

I moaned as I sucked, you slowly entered me and your cock felt so wonderful there as it stroked the inside of my ass. 

You reached around and started fingering my clit, as he grabbed my head and started moving my head back and forth on his shaft. I felt myself starting to cum again, rocking and sucking, seeing stars. 

As I came down from the twilight of the orgasm, I felt the two of you moving me. I felt you laying me down on a picnic table with my legs over the side. 

You asked him if he wanted to taste my sweetness. He went between my legs and started licking and lapping my pussy's juices. I felt his tongue on my clit, then I felt him sucking on it. I moaned. 

You looked at me and called me your sweet little slut. I nodded my head. You then kissed me passionately, our tongues meeting, while you caressed my breasts. 

You then kissed and sucked the nipples hard, knowing that this would drive me wild. I started to thrash again, feeling the orgasm build. You told him he could enter me, but not to cum. 

He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, and while you continued to kiss me, then my breasts he entered me fast and hard, thrusting wildly for a few moments and fingering me at the same time. 

I started to cum, and cum hard, thrashing, moaning, gasping, feeling all these sensations penetrating my body at the same time. He withdrew from me, but kept fingering my clit, riding the orgasm with us. 

As the orgasm subsided, I laid sprawled out on the table. You told him to go by my head, and to cum in my mouth. 

I started sucking him hard licking the head as it entered my mouth, then running my tongue where the head joins the shaft. This drove him wild, and he started thrusting hard while I sucked. 

I felt you enter my pussy, thrusting hard and fast against me, I started sucking his cock feeling him cumming in my mouth at the same time I felt your cock erupting deep inside of my pussy. I felt his hands stroking my breasts while I felt your hands as they ran along my hips. 

I looked at you contently and smiled, while he asked you "do you two come here often?"



An Adventure



Cassandra had never done this before. She had heard a few friends describe their adventures when they were able to leave their small town and visit a large city. However, Cassandra was always a little reluctant for fear her father or one of her brothers would hear of her activities and decide she really wasn't old enough to live on her own. In less than ten days she was moving from her parental home into her first apartment. 

The move to be independent still might not help. She feared the men in her family would increase their level of attention to her activities. The few eligible men in town rarely called back for the second or third date. There weren't that many places to go on a date anyway, one movie theatre, one diner and a family style restaurant. 

The small home town did not provide the same anonymity a large city would. As for finding a bar, club, or a lounge—-that really was a joke. About the only places to sit in a bar and have a drink were the country club and a beer joint on the edge of town.  

The original idea had been to invite a friend to join her on a weekend trip to a large city for some fun and shopping. However, before she could execute her plan, her father had asked her to deliver some paperwork he needed signed and returned immediately. This trip gave her the best opportunity she might ever have. It was a risk, but a risk she was willing to take, just this one time. She only hoped she had planned well enough that she didn't place herself in any real danger, but she did want an adventure.

The hotel was magnificent, not one she would normally select, but so elegant it made Cassandra feel more than comfortable as she started to unpack her bag. Before calling home to let them know she was safely in her hotel room, she read the instructions on the telephone. Tempted to pump her fist in the air, she muttered a breathless, "Yes-s-s."

The convenience of having a telephone number directly to her room removed another obstacle she had been concerned about. 

"Hello, Mother."

"Oh, I'm so glad you called Sandy. Your father just asked me if you had reported in."

Cassandra winced at her step-mother's use of the childish name, but kept her tone of voice from changing. She was trying so hard to stop people from calling her Sandy. She wanted to be known by her proper name, Cassandra. It sounded more professional and mature. 

"Yes ma'am. Look at the caller ID and tell me if you see the telephone number to my room."

The woman Cassandra called Mother replied, "It says "Unknown" but there is a number displayed."

"Read it to me so I can make sure it's correct."

Her mother read off the numbers for Cassandra to check against the information on her telephone. 

"That's correct.

"Oh, before I forget, tell Daddy that when I delivered the documents I was told I should check back about mid-morning tomorrow to see if they are ready for me to pick up the signed copies."

Cassandra looked at the double-size, folded business card in her hand, the one the receptionist had given her. She opened it looking at the list of names, and almost said something to her step-mother, but withheld her comment for fear it would start a discussion she could not handle.

"You didn't have any trouble on the way up there did you?"

"No, ma'am. I found their office right away. Golly, this is a big city."

Her mother chuckled, "Yes, honey, it sure is. It gives you a good idea why we stay in this small town. What are you doing for supper?"

Cassandra paused for a moment, "Oh, I don't know yet, but I looked out the window and saw the signs of a couple of restaurants and some fast-food places. I'll get something quick and come back to my room. I brought a book with me. I'll probably read until I get sleepy. Driving this far made me feel tired."

"Okay, call me before you leave there tomorrow. Or, call me if you need to stay a second night."

"Yes, ma'am. Bye-bye."

Cassandra truly didn't dislike her step-mother and only remembered about half the time that she wasn't her real mother. The woman was only a few years older than men her father's generation might call a trophy wife. She had taken the place of her father's first wife who had not survived the birth of their sixth child. Nor did the woman provide a substitute for the fifth son her father had also lost.

Cassandra had looked forward to being replaced as the baby of the family. Her father finally admitted that four sons and one daughter was enough assurance there would be a continuation of the family business.

Cassandra took a couple of deep breaths and finished pulling her clothes from her bag. She put the skirt, blouse, and blazer she would wear tomorrow on a hanger in the closet along with the low heel shoes. She left her daytime underwear and casual clothes in the bag. 

The next item she pulled from the bag was THE DRESS. It had taken her almost a month to find the dress she wanted. Because she came from a small town, there were only a few stores that sold cocktail dresses. Although most were rather conservative, a few had held possibilities. The one she selected would shock her mother, but it was exactly what Cassandra wanted, revealing in a subtle way, but sexy, too.

She had already put her makeup bag and bath items in the bathroom. The only thing left was the secret bag in the front zipper compartment. She had worried that her mother would find the bag so she'd put it in her suitcase as soon as it arrived. It was a thong. Cassandra had never owned a thong and was almost frightened at how revealing the delicate item of lingerie would be when she put it on. The small bag also contained the thigh high stockings she still couldn't believe would stay up for the few hours she would wear them.

Cassandra removed the clothing she was wearing and hung everything, checked the clock then pulled on her favorite long sleep shirt. Although she wasn't really hungry, she needed to eat something. The few snacks and a bottle of water she'd purchased when she stopped to fill her car were still in her oversized handbag, the same bag she had used to carry her father's paperwork. 

With nothing left on her list of pre-preparations, Cassandra crawled to the middle of the bed. As an afterthought, she set the small clock on the bedside table to allow for a three-hour nap. She passed on the temptation to look at the business card again. She had finally gotten over the surprise he lived here. She thought he had moved much farther away after he left his job with her father's company. The city was so large it was virtually impossible she would see him.

* * * *

Even though she was awake before the alarm, Cassandra remained in bed, thinking about what she was going to do that evening. Giggling, she finally walked into the bathroom. She had three hours to make herself into the person she wanted to be for the evening. She had practiced, she had planned, and now it was time to execute the first steps of her adventure.

"Bubble bath," Cassandra muttered, finally accepting the planned Brazilian wax treatment part of her original plan needed to be abandoned. She didn't really want to be hairless "down there" but she did place her rounded point scissors on the edge of the bathtub.

* * * *

Two and one-half hours later, Cassandra stood in front of the wide mirror at the foot of her bed, looking at her reflection and at the bed. 

Cassandra steeled her resolve. She was not going to allow a moment of caution cause her to abandon her plans. She went through her mental checklist: 

Room – Check. Everything was put away and neat. 

Bathroom – Check. All of the items she had used to make herself into a mature Cassandra were gone, too. 

Hair – Check. Her normally straight hair showed her efforts with the curling iron to add body and some gentle waves. Plus the combs at the sides revealed the dangling earrings she'd received as her most recent birthday present from her parents. Diamonds on her twenty-first birthday were some kind of family tradition, or so her mother had told her.

Makeup – Check. All of the practice she had done in the last few weeks, and immediately washed off before anyone saw it, was worth the effort. The result made her eyes look larger and a much deeper blue. The subtle shading on her cheeks gave definition to her bone structure and the slightly darker shade under her jaw lengthened her neck.  

Perfume – Check and double-check. She inhaled while holding her wrist near her face. Ah, Joy and nothing but Joy. Finding unscented soaps and shampoos was a challenge, but Sandy had been particular since she was sixteen and received a small emerald-cut bottle, one-half ounce, of the expensive perfume from her Grandmother. Few people recognized the scent, but many complimented Sandy on her "new" perfume, allowing her a secret little smile that she was wearing a fragrance almost 100 years old, once touted as "The most costly perfume in the world." She wasn't sure about the twenty-eight dozen roses per ounce, but she had never lost her feeling it was exactly right for her.

Ass – Check. She grinned when she turned around and lifted her dress to look at the faint line of the thong as it went up to join the one around her waist.

Front – Check. She almost groaned when she turned around to check the trimming she had done "down there." The faintly pink, flesh-colored front of the thong was so sheer she could see much more than she expected. 

Legs – Check. Sitting on the bed, on the chair, crossing her legs, and leaning against the dresser had revealed only a small amount of the lace at the top of her thigh high stockings. Bending over more than she would expect to do, even squatting to pick up something she had dropped had been no worse.

Shoes – Check. Three-inch black heels, whose straps across her toes and cups cradling her heels allowed her to walk without slapping her foot with each step. She had practiced in the store, at home, and had worn them for hours when there was no one but her at home. She had even walked up and down the stairs and felt comfortable that she was moving with as much grace as possible. That had been one of her two most important criteria when planning the evening. 

Evening Bag – Check. Cash and her identification, plus lipstick and a cotton handkerchief was everything she needed. She finally added her room keycard and snapped the closure.

Dress – Check. The second most important criterion was slinky, elegant, and long. The color closely matched the dark blue of her eyes. When she put her head down to see her feet, only her toes showed. When she took a longer than usual step, the side slit parted to show the lower half of her thigh. No panty line showed at her waist, not even from the rear. The top fit her shape but wasn't tight, not even snug. The deep plunging neckline in front was moderately hidden by draped, shawl-like folds, yet a deep cleavage was revealed to anyone standing near her. The same kinds of folds, seen from the rear, flowed halfway down her back. She wiggled her upper body just to see how much her unfettered breast moved and smiled at what she saw. 

Cassandra – Check. It was her reminder to herself that for the remainder of the evening, she was an elegant woman, Cassandra. She was not the childish Sandy, nor was she the Little Sister her four older brothers continued to tease.

Perfect.

Let Cassandra's adventure begin.

* * * *

* * * *

When Cassandra stood at the entrance to the hotel's Midnight Lounge she forced herself not to tremble. She had needed the same willpower when she pushed the top-floor elevator button after she left her room. From the elevator she had taken slow, careful steps. Now, standing at the entrance to the lounge, she felt nervous and excited, yet she remained until her eyes adjusted to the subdued lighting inside the club.

On her left was a long, semi-oval bar, showing dark panels of wood and polished brass fittings. The smoky mirror behind the bar reflected the lights shining on the shelves of displayed liquor bottles. A short, stocky bartender in a white waistcoat and neat bow tie was placing a short glass in front of a patron, the ice clinking against the thick glass when his hand moved. There were only a few men sitting on the upholstered, high-backed, bar stools. Each of them was separated by at least one empty stool.

It was a little early, but Cassandra hadn't been able to wait one more minute. She had learned from the bellman that the bar opened shortly after lunch and had a fairly moderate after-work accumulation of patrons. However, late evening hours were better, with a fairly elegant style of dress expected. Another bar in the hotel was available for those who preferred a more casual style.

The right side of the room had several booths with half-circle tables in front of wrap-around bench seating. One of the booths had a couple snuggling close to each other. Between the booths and the bar sat several small tables with deep cushioned club chairs. Three of the tables held people. She didn't give much attention to the far tables in the back since that part of the club wasn't being used this evening.  The Midnight Lounge was designed for comfort and intimacy, exactly what Cassandra wanted.

Maintaining her slow, even pace, Cassandra walked to the middle of the bar where there were several empty seats. She selected a stool with at least two empty places on each side, raised her hip and sat on the front of the seat. Placing her feet on the rung, she lifted, shifting back to be more comfortable. She placed her small evening bag on the bar near her left hand.

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm Harvey. And what will you have this evening?"

Cassandra paused for a moment, looked behind the bartender and quietly said, "Grey Goose, please, Harvey."

"Straight, with a twist, or on ice?"

Cassandra looked at the middle-aged man as if she were thinking for a moment then said, "On ice, with a twist of lime if you have it. If not, lemon is fine."

"Grey Goose with a lime twist it is," the bartender educated her how to ask for the drink next time.

Cassandra reached for her bag, but her fingers stilled on the clasp when Harvey patted the back of her hand. 

"For a beautiful woman, the first drink is on the house."

Cassandra nodded her head at the man's compliment and smiled slowly, then whispered, "Thank you."

Harvey returned a few moments later to place a coaster in front of Cassandra and a napkin beside it. The ice in the thick glass tinkled as he placed her drink before her, then stood for a moment as if he were waiting for something.

Cassandra lifted the glass and took a tiny sip. She nodded, tasting only the mild sting of the lime in her drink. "Very good, Harvey. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Miss ... ah," Harvey said quietly after dropping his eyes to Cassandra's left hand.

"Cassandra," she breathed her name quietly, but not so quietly that the two men nearest her couldn't hear.

"Are you a guest in our hotel this evening?"

Cassandra nodded once, just barely moving her chin downward, not interested in anyone hearing her response. 

Harvey nodded too, accepting her desire for privacy. He tapped his fingers twice on his edge of the bar, sort of a shorthand message that he would check back with her in a little while. Cassandra took another small sip of her drink and looked straight ahead examining the part of the room she could see reflected in the mirror behind the bar.

Now that Cassandra was sitting on a barstool and had a drink in front of her, she began to relax. The stiffness of her posture softened and the fabric of her dress over her shoulders wasn't quite as tight as it had felt before. She did not look down as front of her dress slipped an inch, displaying more cleavage.

For the first time, she noticed the faint sound of music coming from some hidden speakers. Perhaps this particular piece was a little louder than the previous ones, or maybe she had been so tense she hadn't paid attention. She recognized the instrumental and silently thought about the words that matched it.

Cassandra looked in the bar mirror watching the man and woman in the booth directly behind her. They were talking quietly. His body was turned toward hers while his arm rested on the table in front of them. He appeared to whisper something in her ear then gently kissed her cheek. She turned her head as if to respond, and his lips touched hers for a moment. It was a gentle, pleasant demonstration of affection, mesmerizing with its ease.

From behind one end of the wall at the back of the bar, a young lady appeared and began to set up the server station, checking the supplies of coasters, napkins, and drink garnishes she would need. Her costume was similar to Harvey's, except her white waistcoat was sleeveless. She wore no shirt and her pants were short, black shorts. She, too, was wearing a black bowtie. 

The waitress's movements seemed to attract the attention of most of the men around the bar. It was a good opportunity for Cassandra to give each of them a careful look. She might not have the opportunity to meet each of them before one decided to get a little friendlier and occupy her attention. She didn't want to make a wrong choice.

The unknown men presented her greatest risk, but they were also the reason for the whole adventure. The few men she knew in her small town were nothing compared to a man who lived in a large city, one who matched himself against others. She was looking for a man of substance, not a lazy, small town hick. 

* * * *

Had Cassandra been paying attention to the lounge's entry, she would have seen a tall man, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, examine the room while his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. His shoulders were slightly broader than most, which emphasized the neat cut of his suit. She might have noticed his dark charcoal, custom made suit; either that or it had been skillfully altered for him. 

She missed his glance at her as he noted the color of her dress. He confirmed that it closely matched the dark blue of his own shirt before returning his eyes to her.

He looked around the interior of the lounge, recognizing a few people he had seen before. He knew the names of several of the women, but wasn't interested in their kind of action for the evening. 

He could not stand being at home alone for another hour so he had dressed and left, at the last minute deciding to visit the lounge in the hotel. It would be quiet. He could have a few drinks and perhaps spend an hour or two with a woman who didn't mind having a good conversation and nothing more.

The man relaxed one leg as if he would take a step forward then locked his knee again, supporting his weight on both legs.

"No!" he whispered. He didn't realize the faint sound of his word could be heard by someone standing beside him. His other thoughts were silent. 'It can't be her. She doesn't live in this city. But – damn, the resemblance is remarkable.'

It had been six years since he'd last seen the real Sandy. His first impression of the woman at the bar may have been a bit of wishful thinking. A thirty-two year old man did not lust after his employer's teenage daughter. And ... he certainly didn't stick around to see if what he felt was deeper than infatuation.

He almost took a step but decided to watch the woman for a moment longer. He shook his head from side to side, just the barest movement, finally accepting he was mistaken. The woman in front of him was a few years older, more elegant, her movements were more sensual and easier than the young woman, actually a girl, he had known. 

Sandy may not have been the primary reason he had moved to a big city, but she was certainly one of them. He had seen her often, too often. He worked closely with her father. He had introduced his sister to Sandy's father. After they married, he had been around when Sandy was six years old. He was there when she turned ten, he recalled her birthday party that year. He watched her budding into a true beauty when she was fifteen. He fled before she turned sixteen.




An Adventure



Fearing he would make an absolute fool of himself, he'd told her father of his attraction to Sandy and quit his job. Fletch had understood and promised not to push him to visit. He also promised to keep the secret from his wife, Helen, who was a little over-protective of Sandy.

No, she couldn't possibly be the Sandy he knew. She was a helluva woman, though. He could imagine what the long slender leg, he could see in the side slit of her skirt, would feel like wrapped around him. He had no special plans for the evening, but never passed up an opportunity to be with a beautiful woman.

Although few people knew it, the Midnight Lounge was his favorite watering hole. He didn't bring dates to the exclusive club, yet he did visit often enough that the bartender and owner knew him. He'd been fortunate, if that was the proper term, to find an attractive woman or two in the club. They were either guests of the hotel or otherwise had special access to the quiet surroundings by being a close friend of a friend. A number of the more playful women in town were known to visit occasionally. There was a rather loose, gentleman's agreement that no one recognized anyone who entered the club, even if they had been a previous sexual partner.

Half-mesmerized by the profile he could see, the man walked to the bar and selected a seat to the right of the woman, leaving only one stool vacant between them.

Harvey looked up from rinsing glasses in the bar dish washer, "Scotch, Tank?"

Cassandra drew in a deep breath, praying she hadn't made a sound. 

"Yeah, thanks, Harvey," the man answered. He glanced at the bar in front of the woman. Perhaps he might advance his efforts if she were ready for another drink.

Cassandra tensed in her seat, her shoulders raised and stiffened. She could no longer relax. 'No, oh please, no,' she thought, but she knew her thoughts betrayed her knowledge. All the weeks of planning, the purchases she had managed to hide from her parents, and her earlier preparations were wasted. She took a quick swallow of her drink barely managing to do so without choking.

Harvey placed the coaster, napkin, and drink in front of Tank and stood a moment for the taste test. When Tank nodded, Harvey moved away, stopping for a moment in front of Cassandra to tap his edge of the bar, silently asking if she was ready for a refill.

Cassandra shook her head and managed to stop the movement so her profile was turned slightly away from the new man at the bar, looking in the mirror as the waitress stopped at a table to take an order. 'Relax Sandy, relax,' she instructed herself. 'It's been a few years, maybe he doesn't recognize you. Give him time to get interested in what's happening in the other parts of the room.' Her mind was still whirling, flashes of memories and short conversations drifted through her mind.

Could she do it? Could she deceive him? As a young teen she had stared moon-eyed at this man. Could she flirt with him tonight, convince him she was a sophisticated woman out for a night of fun?

The scrape of a chair across the wood floor came from the opposite end of the room as lighting came up and began to reflect in the mirror. A few test notes played on a piano overwhelmed the sound coming from the speakers. A slow melody was executed with expression and style. A male voice humming unspoken words replaced the former gentle sounds of canned music. 

The sound of the piano grew dimmer as the player spoke, "For your listening and dancing pleasure this evening, I'm Tony. If you have a favorite you would like to hear, let the waitress, Star, know about it. I've never known a star before. Don't you think her name is rather appropriate for the Midnight Lounge?"

A faint smattering of laughter ended Tony's remarks as he continued to play, adding a few hummed phrases now and then. He soon switched to a little faster music for several minutes. Then the slow strains of a waltz filled the room. Tony was demonstrating that he could provide every type of dancing music. 

Tank recognized the man from the near corner of the bar as he approached. They had certainly sampled a few of the same women, although Carlton was a much heavier player than Tank knew, visiting the club at least two nights a week. Tank came in just a few times a month and was much more selective of the women he found attractive. Many of his visits were only for the opportunity to dance and converse with a woman in a somewhat "no holds barred" conversation, enjoying the tease as much as if he had a night with the woman. 

Cassandra watched as a man from the near corner of the bar approached to ask, "Would you like to dance?"

Cassandra offered her hand and smiled then slipped off her stool. She felt the man's hand squeeze hers as he led her to the dance floor. He pulled her to him, pushed her hip to turn her in a circle under his arm and wrapped one arm around her. He was a little bit of a showoff, but Sandy could follow him easily. His hand rested against her back with his thumb slowly stroking the bare skin above the low drape of the neckline at the back of her dress. 

He introduced himself as Carlton and nodded when she said her name. Otherwise, they were silent as they enjoyed the dance with several other couples on the floor. Tony was quite a talented piano player, plus his baritone voice added sensuality to the atmosphere inside the club.

Carlton kept her on the dance floor through three different songs, demonstrating his skill, occasionally trying to hold Cassandra a little tighter than she preferred. He finally got the message and just enjoyed the dance along with a few comments on why each of them had selected this lounge for the evening. 

When Carlton finally returned her to her seat, the barstool on her left had been moved a little farther left to be nearer its neighbor. A couple occupied the two stools. They were chatting as if they were well acquainted, using short sentences as they discussed their day. Tank was now sitting on her immediate right. He had moved to give two couples the stools between him and the far corner of the bar.

Cassandra thanked Carlton for the dance and climbed back up on her seat. The interlude had given her a chance to relax a little, but now her tension was back. A full glass was sitting before her. She looked at Harvey and he jerked his head to the man beside her. Tank had bought her a fresh drink.    It was now or never. Could she pull it off? She did not know but it was worth the effort to try. Oh well, here goes nothing.

"Thank you," Cassandra turned her head as she spoke, keeping her chin down and speaking quietly. The practice to lower her voice and speak slowly produced sounds she was so proud of, they added an extra sparkle to her eyes and a little more to her smile.

"You're welcome," Tank replied, trying not to stare down the front of this woman's dress but still barely glancing at her face. He finally decided he had been mistaken. This was a woman, several years older than Sandy, although the resemblance was remarkable. Her facial features were more mature and her body was certainly much more voluptuous. He suspected she was two or more inches taller than his memory of Sandy.

"Are you a guest at the hotel tonight?" His question was so nonchalant she didn't recognize it as one of the oldest pick up lines the man knew.

Rather than cross her fingers, Cassandra crossed her ankles, hoping for the same effect, when she replied, "Yes, but only for one night." Oh heck, why did she tell him that? A simple positive response would have worked just as well.

"Are you traveling on business?"

Cassandra tested the chuckle she had practiced for a month, "Oh yes, and hoping my business doesn't keep me here longer than one night." She took a deep breath before asking her own get-acquainted question, "And you?"

"No, I live here. I just like this place. It's quiet. If I stay too late Harvey will call someone to put me in a cab for home." He laughed a little, matching her humor.

"Yes, it is quiet. The man at the piano, Tony, he's good."

"This is his bar."

Think slow Cassandra, she reminded herself, "Oh really? Does he own the bar so he can have a permanent place to entertain, or is it the other way around?"

Tank looked at Tony then turned back to the woman, "You know, I'm not sure. I could go ask him."

Cassandra put her hand on Tank's arm, "Oh please, don't." She tried to laugh. "I think I was just making conversation."

They continued their polite conversation for a few more minutes, interspersed with short periods of silence. Several times Cassandra looked at Carlton but his attention was usually directed elsewhere. She also gave her attention to the other men around the perimeter of the bar, none of whom interested her. She might as well see how far she could go with hiding who she was from Tank. 

Tank turned and offered his right hand, "My friends call me Tank."

She placed her right hand in his. "Cass." She did not know why she didn't complete the rest of her first name. He had known her as Sandy, perhaps not saying Sandra would help with her subterfuge.

"Is that short for Cassidy or something like that?"

"Yes, something like that. I just prefer Cass."

"Then Cass it is. Now then, Cass, would you like to dance?"

"Yes, I would." She pushed against the bar to turn her seat and took Tank's hand, holding on as they threaded through a few tables to reach the small dance floor.

They danced through two different pieces of music, getting accustomed to each other's movements and occasionally looking at each other. A few times Tank caught a whiff of her perfume. It was so subtle he wasn't sure if he could detect roses or something else, nor could he decide if it was her perfume, shampoo or body soap. He just knew he liked it for its calm fragrance, elegance of simplicity. Perhaps because it was exactly like Cass, whom he was beginning to enjoy. 

Each time they neared Tony, he smiled and nodded at them but his fingers never left the keyboard. Tank watched Tony's examination of Cass, then his wink, which Tank accepted as approval. Tony's slow rendition of the first part of "Pretty Woman" drove Tank from the dance floor, fearing Tony would begin to really belt it out, as he had done on previous evenings.  

* * * *

When they left the dance floor, Tank stopped at the first booth, where glasses similar to those they'd had at the bar rested on fresh coasters. Cassandra looked up at Tank, waiting for his explanation.

He smiled down at her, "Harvey knows me. I like this booth. I don't care to sit at the bar with my back to everyone."

"Good choice," Cassandra agreed and sat down, then slid around to the corner. She looked around for a moment surprised at how private the booth was. The high partitions between the booths and the side toward the dance floor gave barely one wall for an opening. The lighting was lower, too. That would help her avoid being recognized.

Tank relaxed against the soft back of the booth and took a deep breath, seeming to stretch out a little, giving Cass plenty of room. "So tell me about Cass."

"What would you like to know?"

"You've played this game before. What do you usually allow men to know about you?"

"Actually, not much, if they don't already know me. And ... if they do, I needn't tell them anything more."

"Ah ha, a woman of mystery. All right, what shall we talk about?"

"Oh, let me see. Politics?"

Tank shook his head, "Not on your life. This is a political town and I'm not part of that scene."

"Religion?"

Tank shook his head again, almost violently. "Oh God, no." Then he laughed at his own remark.

"Sports?" 

Tank turned his head to look at her. "Seriously? You can handle talking about sports?"

"As I have a father and four brothers, each of whom has taken me as their favorite pupil, I can hold my own in most discussions about sports."

Cassandra held her breath. Why did she tell him that? Oh well, many people had four brothers, it couldn't seem so unusual. Besides, he was probably thinking about his favorite sports team.

"Do you enjoy watching sports?" 

"Most of the time I do, unless the commentators get too long-winded."

"I have a sister like that. She rants at them, telling them, 'Hush, so we can watch the game.' Her other comments are sometimes less pleasant."

Cassandra winced, knowing he was speaking about her step-mother but she joined his laughter. He was right. She had heard some of the names Helen had called the talking heads. She just didn't need to tell him that.

Tank leaned his arm on the table and bent over to speak in her other ear, "I like your laugh. It's a happy sound. You should do it more often." He kissed the soft skin in front of her ear and then kissed her cheek. He didn't stop there, his mouth moved down her neck until his lips were touching the soft spot near her shoulder.

"You're delicious. I don't know what that perfume is, but I'll buy you a gallon of it if you'll allow me to lick every dab of it from your body."

Cassandra gasped and Tank looked into her eyes as he placed a finger across her lips. "Don't. I apologize. I shouldn't have said that. I'll not apologize for thinking it but I did not mean it to offend."

"Accepted," Cassandra could barely say the word. Too many years of thinking about this man doing exactly what he had described made her body tingle. She felt a bubble of moisture escape between the lips of her sex and wanted to groan.

"Thank you," Tank responded and touched his lips to hers. He raised his head then placed his forehead against hers, "Cass" whispered across her moist lips.

Realizing he was rushing, Tank settled back against the seat. "Do you ever play the game, What's My Line?"

"You mean like looking at someone and trying to imagine what they do for a living or what makes them special?"

"Yes, tell me about the first man you danced with, the guy sitting at the far corner."

Cassandra looked at Carlton then at Tank, "If you saw us dancing you already know. He's a showoff." She waited for Tank's nod then asked, "My turn?" After his second nod, Cassandra said, "The guy at the bar with mismatched socks."

"Huh?" Tank looked but couldn't tell which man she meant.

"The third stool, one sock has faint red stripes and the other does not."

"Damn, you're observant," Tank complained. "Okay, I'll guess an accountant."

"Accountant?"

"Yeah." Tank explained, "If it isn't on paper so he can add it, average it, or post it to another piece of paper, he doesn't care about it."

"Oh my, that's a good one. Do you know many accountants?"

"A few. All right, it's my turn." Nodding toward one of the center tables, "The lady wearing a blonde wig, what's her line?"

"It's not a wig and she isn't married to the man with her."

And so the next couple of hours passed. They continued to play the game, often getting off the subject when one or the other's guess sparked an interest. Cassandra declined another drink. She had finished only half of her first drink before the dance with the showoff. She drank half of the second one when Tank took her to the dance floor.

The third drink was on the table when they sat down and Tank had ordered himself another drink before he ordered the next round for both of them. The drinks arrived while they were talking about one of the tall buildings they could see through the windows on the opposite side of the room. Three drinks were more than her limit. She liked to keep herself from having the third drink, not because she couldn't handle that many, but because of the way they made her feel the next morning. She was also conscious she needed to keep her wits about her during any conversation with a man who might recognize her from an unprepared remark.

Tank took her to the dance floor where he held her tighter than he had earlier. She felt his erection and suspected he knew she was just as attracted to him. He squeezed her hand, whispered in her ear, and kissed her once again, a light fleeting kiss. 

She rested her head on his shoulder, her lips so close to his neck she could imagine feeling his heart beating. The opportunity to dance with and be held by this man was the stuff of which dreams were made.

They returned to their table, their conversation growing quieter and more intimate. Cassandra was sitting with her head against the back of the seat. Her eyes closed as she thought the words, then spoke them slowly, "It is late. I need to leave."

"I'll walk you to your room."

"I can get there by myself."

"Tough, but I won't let you out of my sight until I have you in your room. You're not sober enough to be let loose in this huge place."

"Okay," Cassandra acquiesced, pushing against Tank to get out of the booth. He stood and left money on the table as he put his arm around Cass and walked toward the front door of the Lounge, waving to a grinning Harvey behind the bar.

"Room number, Cass?"

"1215, no 1512."

Pushing that number on the elevator wall, he suggested, "We'll try the fifteenth floor first."

* * * * 

Tank took the keycard from Cass and opened her door. He gave her a nudge to go inside and stepped in behind her, wrapping his arms around her as he pushed against the door to close it. He heard the automatic lock engage as he bent his head to nuzzle the back of her neck.

Cassandra rested her head against him when his hands moved up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight and softness. His hands were large but tender. She shuddered at the feeling of him holding her so close. He watched over her shoulder as he lifted a dark pink nipple into view. He could smell her perfume and her arousal. He thought he had detected the musk earlier when he kissed her, but she seemed to retreat from him after that and he was too attracted to rush her. Now she moaned with the kneading of his fingers.

His hands went lower, one resting on her flat belly and the other going between her legs to cup her sex and feel her heat. She moved one leg giving him better access and pressed back. He was hard, growing harder against the pressure of her bottom. She moved ever so slightly, stimulating him.

The urge to turn her around and devour her was almost too much to resist. Tank knew he shouldn't. She'd had too much to drink. This woman wasn't a one-night stand kind of conquest. He'd learned that as they talked. She didn't play the sexual innuendo game very well. She was also not as old as he had first thought. Her facial expressions were too open and genuine.

"Cass," he spoke in her ear. "Let's get you to bed."

"No," she groaned, placing her hands on top of his, pressing his fingers between her legs. She ground her hips against him and whimpered, "Please, Tank."

Tank straightened up and kept his arms around her as they took a few steps toward the bed. He turned her around and told her to take off her shoes. She did so, leaving her just a little shorter, her forehead right in front of his lips. He leaned over and threw the bedcovers back then slipped the shoulder straps of her dress down, watching as the slinky material fell to the floor, pooling around her feet.

"Oh my god," he breathed and felt his cock jerk. With only the nightlight from the bathroom he could see how beautiful she was. Her breasts were full, slightly rounded on the bottom with their weight. Her waist was tight and her hips were slender, yet he knew her backside was rounded. She had pressed herself against him and moved slowly across his hardening cock.

The sheer thong she wore hid very little. The darkness of her pubic mound was clearly visible as was the slight separation between the lips of her swollen sex. He'd had his hand against her and felt her heat. The temptation to touch her now, to feel her wetness made him groan.

As gently as he could, he pressed on her shoulders, "Sit down, Cass." A moment later he picked her feet up as she rolled over with her back to him. He resisted the urge to stroke the smoothness of her back and place his hands on the cheeks of her beautiful ass. God, she was beautiful. Instead, he pulled the covers over her and stood there watching her deep breathing. She wasn't asleep, but she was very relaxed. 




An Adventure



Slowly she raised one arm, searching for him. "Tank? Tank, I need a kiss."

He leaned over to kiss her cheek as her arm went around his neck. He was so off balance when she jerked her arm he tumbled to the bed, half on top of her and heard her giggle. "Sleep with me."

"Good Lord, woman," he rolled off her and raised himself up on one elbow. "Where did you learn that trick?"

"I have brothers. They don't want to hurt me, but I don't care if I hurt them." She giggled again and raised her head to kiss him. "Are you going to wear that suit to bed?"

"You're not half as drunk as you wanted me to think, are you?"

"No-o-o, but I am thirsty."

"Water, right?"

"Yes, just plain water please, it lessens the hangover."

"Who taught you to drink?"

"Brothers, remember?"

He stood to begin taking his clothes off and watched her wiggle until she tossed one stocking at him, followed by more wiggling and a second stocking. He seemed to recall she was wearing a very sheer thong and waited a moment to see if it followed. When there was no more movement, he was stripped down to his boxers so he went to the bathroom and returned with two glasses of water. She drank one and took the other, drank half of it, and put it on the nightstand before she rolled over to the middle of the bed, making room for him beside her.

He knew she was looking at him. Her eyes went from his face down to the tent his stiff cock made inside his shorts.

He placed his pillow against the headboard and leaned back, half sitting and half lying down.

Cassandra threaded her fingers through the hair at the top of his chest, "Hum-m-m, I like this."

"The men in your family ..."

"Hair on top and around their big cocks, but that's about all."

"How do you know ..." He jerked when her hand slipped down and inside his underwear to wrap around his own.

"Oh, I know. Dad and my oldest brother hang down the left side, just like yours does, and the others are right handed." She was giggling again as she slowly stroked him. She'd had just enough to drink to lower her normal restraint, giving her the boldness to act as she would never have dared when sober.

"Stop that," he placed his hand on hers, although the bedcovers kept him from holding her hand still.

"Why? You like it."

"How do you know?"

"You're getting harder." Her hand reached down and stroked from the base of his cock all the way to the tip then her thumb brushed across the end, spreading the small amount of pre-cum.

Before he knew what she was doing, she swung one leg over him and was sitting on his lap with her thumb in her mouth, her other hand adjusting him until he fit exactly where she wanted him. She looked at him from under her lashes and smiled.

"Now don't get mad, but we need to have a discussion."

"About what?" He was leery now. She had convinced him she was a total drunk, but was now clear-eyed and seemed to be in total control.

"You have looked at me sort of funny tonight. I don't mean funny, ha ha, but strangely, like you think you know me."

As if a light bulb had been switched on, he announced, without surprise, "You're Sandy, right?"

"Cassandra, actually. I'm not really sorry I didn't tell you earlier, and now I'm kind of glad I didn't. You would have left and I would have been at the mercy of those other men in the bar."

"What do you mean, at the mercy of those other men?" He had felt she knew nothing about the Midnight Lounge. Their conversations had not included any of the comments he'd heard from other women he met there.

Cassandra rested her cheek against Tank and tried to explain, "I was going to have an adventure."

Tank was silent as she told about her plans, her shopping, and her preparation. She wanted to know if she could seduce a man, a stranger, not a small town 'boy' who might be afraid of her father or brothers. She couldn't try it at home, everyone knew her. Her father would find out. Some loud mouth would tell one of her brothers. Tank's sister, Helen, her step-mother, might even find out and Cassandra would never hear the end of it. Even though she was twenty-two, her parents would try to put her on some kind of house arrest.

As she talked, Tank's hands moved up and down her back, occasionally down far enough to cup under her bottom as if he could shape her to fit his hands. He was unaware he was touching her so intimately, he was simply soothing her as she talked about her embarrassment.

Cassandra continued with her explanation, saying that about the time he showed up in the bar she had gotten cold feet. She was going to finish her drink and go back to her room, read until she got sleepy and try to figure out why she hadn't been able to follow through with her plans.

"I'm not a virgin, Tank. I haven't been with that many men, but none of them 'rang my bell.' My best friend says she's only been with one man who adequately scratched her itch. I wanted to get my itch scratched."

Tank groaned. He took a deep breath, put his head back and groaned again. It was a deep guttural, animal sound.

"Please. Please Tank, let me finish.

"I've always been the little rich girl. Older men take off their hats and speak pleasantly to me. Men younger than that are married and I'm not going to ... well, I'm just not. Any man under thirty who speaks to me does so while he looks around for one of my brothers to pounce on him." 

"Do you have any idea how dangerous a game you were playing?"

"I didn't earlier, but I think I do now."

Tank was angry. "Any one of those men could have raped you. They could lure you to their room, gag you, tie you up, beat you, abuse you, and toss you away without a qualm."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," his voice was just a little louder. "I'm probably not much better than the rest of them. If it's offered, I take it. When a woman comes on to me, I'm not going to say, 'Sorry, but you're not my type.' I'll try 'most any of them once."

"Why?"

"What the hell do you mean, why?" Tank's anger was continuing to grow.

"Exactly that. Why would you take any woman who offers? Don't you want that special someone? Aren't you searching for the mate of a lifetime everyone wants?"

He spoke before he thought, "No, because I can't have the one I want."

"Why not?"

"Because you're too young, dammit."

Both of them moved. Her hands were on his cheeks. His hands held her head. Their kiss was hard, passionate, wet, growing in intensity, and then turned gentle. His arms held her to him. She rested her weight against him. He tasted the salt of her tears and feared she could feel his own.

Cassandra rested her forehead against his neck, this time knowing she could feel his pulse. His arms wrapped around her, holding her gently but firmly, his hands moving to soothe her while his cheek rested against her soft hair.

"Oh, Baby. I promised your father I wouldn't do this."

"I know."

"You knew?" Cassandra heard the shock in his voice and felt the stiffening of his body. 

"I heard part of the discussion and ran away to my room. I was crying. I didn't want you to leave. I loved you. Maybe it was puppy love, but I knew I loved you." 

Cassandra was a little frightened about what Tank would think when she told him, but she had vowed, if she ever had the opportunity, she would tell him the truth.

His voice was full of regret, "You were so young." 

"You never came back, not even for a visit. All I could do was dream about you." More truth, she wanted him to know.

"I couldn't come back. I managed to leave once. I feared I wouldn't make it the next time."

"I used to ask Daddy why you quit. I wanted to know where you were, but he acted like it wasn't something I should know, like maybe you were in hiding. 

"I also know that he pretended to Helen that he was so angry with you that he would never see you again. One time I heard him talking to you on the telephone. He was laughing. I could hear you laughing on the speaker phone. As soon as he saw me he picked up the receiver and pretended he was having a conversation with someone else, calling you Bradley."

"That is my name, you know. I didn't ask about you. I didn't dare. He would mention you, working it into the conversation. Giving me little bits and pieces of what was going on in your life."

For a few minutes their kisses were sweet, lips touching gently without the previous fervor. Words seemed unnecessary. The two held each other. Her body fit with his perfectly. He felt her movement, luscious breasts soft and yielding against him. Only the thinnest of material prevented her most intimate part from touching his. The heat was building, her wetness growing. It caused a resurgence of his erection which had begun to soften while they talked of their years apart.

Her breathing was fast, almost panting, until he pulled away from her mouth and pushed her head to rest on his shoulder. She heard the gentle thud when his head sank back against the headboard. She chuckled and he did too.

"I was in your office today." Cassandra could barely say the words. "I didn't know it at the time. I'm not sure what I would have done if I had known--made a fool of myself probably."

"He didn't tell me he was sending the papers with you, he just said he'd send them by courier. He said I should review them, sleep on them if I felt I must and sign those I agreed with."

"You don't think ...?"

"I don't know what to think. The only thing I know, at this moment, is that I need to leave before I can't."

"No."

"Ca-a-ass, don't make this so difficult for me."

"I'm not an underage Sandy any more? Okay, so I'm not twenty-five, as Daddy keeps telling me, but I can make decisions for myself."

He put his hands under her arms and began to lift her, trying to swing his legs off the side of the bed.

Her arms went around his neck holding herself to him. "No, Tank, no."

His shout covered his own frustration, "What, Cass? I don't know what you want from me?"

"Make love to me."

"No, you're too young. Don't you understand? I'm old enough to be your father."

She had finally allowed her own anger to build up to a level that caused her to say more than she should. In desperation, if she had to, she would beg.

"But you're not my father. So what the hell, just fuck me." She tried to kiss him but he held her back. "If this is the only chance I get, and that's all I can have, I'll take it. Fuck me."

Perception of what is important in life comes at you in a moment, not in a flash of light, nor in the sounds of cymbals crashing. Clarity overwhelms your consciousness, telling you that whatever you have done before is of no importance, but what you will do in the next moment is of great importance. 

He slammed her back on the bed and was leaning over her, his voice raised with his anger, "Don't use that word. You're not a drunk in a bar looking for a quick lay. You're not a player."

"That's what I was going to do tonight. If I couldn't have you, I'd take all the others, one at a time." Her boldness frightened even her, she was reckless. "You're here first, so fuck me."

With an angry growl he reached between them, pushed his shorts down and jerked at her thong, only managing to break one side, but it was enough. His cock was pushing into her as he demanded, "Mine. Got it? Mine." 

He pushed in and pulled back until his cock was almost out of her then he pushed again, deeper. "None of those other men will ever touch this. It's mine." 

Cassandra raised her chin, her head went back and she closed her eyes. Perhaps if she didn't have to see him she could pretend he wanted this as much as she did and wasn't acting out of anger.

Tank bounced the bed with his hands near her shoulders, "No," he demanded. "Don't close your eyes. You look at me. Look at me Sandy. Feel me inside you."

Concentrating on what he was doing, he watched her expression as he pulled back, his cock almost out of her and then he pushed against her only an inch or two, back out that much and then in again, teasing her, allowing her to feel him. Slowly he slid all the way inside until he felt himself bump against her cervix. Cassandra gasped and exhaled.

He bumped again and started to withdraw. Her hands went around him and slid down to his hips pushing against him as he entered her, moving as slowly as he dared, feeling every ridge and change of texture inside her. It had been many years, since he had truly enjoyed the feel of being inside a woman.

He'd had his affairs, one-night stands, and disastrous relationships. This was something very different. This was making love. This was the feeling poets wrote about, the songs lovers hummed, and the ecstasy of dreams.

He felt the flutters of her muscles, she was so close. Cass whimpered, she pleaded. 

"Tank? Oh please, Tank, say something."

His muscles burned. The ache in his lower back presaged his own orgasmic high. Yet he wanted this glorious feeling to go on and on. 

Her back arched, a red blush covered her chest and rose up her neck, then stained her cheeks. Her hips pounded the bed beneath them, almost dislodging him, yet he persisted. He would give her one more before he yielded.

A deep groan began inside her and rose to a shrill keening he would seek for the rest of his life. Her muscles squeezed. The pinch at the base of his cock grasped as he lost his rhythm, sporadically jerking against her, spending his cum deep within her. His own animalistic growl was added to the sounds she made. 

He tried to relax, his breathing erratic as he held himself above her, regretting the softening cock that would slip from her wetness. She was panting, trying to take deep breaths, and then she was crying, tears rolling down the sides of her face, holding on to him with every ounce of strength she could manage.

"Sh-h-h, sh-h-h, Baby. It's okay." He finally managed to roll to the side pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'm all right," she managed between breaths and sobs.

"It's all mixed up. Isn't it?" He held her, afraid if he let go he would awaken and realize it had been a dream.

"I shouldn't have ..." she tried to catch her breath. "I shouldn't have taunted ... I was mad ... afraid you didn't want me." 

"I think you know different now."

"Yeah," her breath caught on a hiccup.

"It's okay, Cass. It's okay." Tank tried to soothe her.

"What are we going to do?" She wailed.

"I don't know about you, but I think we should go clean up, take a shower and then straighten out the mess we made of the bed."

"Okay," her breath caught on another hiccup. 

"I imagine about the time we have all of that done, your father will be sitting at the table drinking his first cup of coffee."

"Oh my gawd."

"I think I'll call him and tell him, "Thanks for sending such a special courier to me." That'll just about make his day."

"Oh no, you wouldn't."

"You're damn right I will. I think it's what he expects. He told me to make certain I personally handed the papers to the courier."

Cassandra leaned back to see if the expression on Tank's face was serious. Content to know he was determined to end their separation, she melted against him. Tank could take care of her father. She had what she wanted.

His breath whispered through her hair, "Then I would very much like to hold you and make love to you for the rest of the night and most of tomorrow and as long as I can keep you here with me."

THE END



An Adventure



I saw the hard cock at the edge of the opening between booth's. I ignored it and continued to watch the porn movie. When I next looked the cock was all the way into my side of the booth.

I studied it and decided it was a fine looking cock, a bit smaller than mine and circumcised. It was throbbing with the guys every heart beat. I looked at it until it was slowly withdrawn.

I went back to watching my movie until I saw fingers on my side of the hole. I looked and I saw eyes behind the fingers. I had my own cock out and was slowly masturbating but having him watch me made things unexpectedly better so I increased my effort. A finger signaled for me to get closer. After a short debate with myself I put my cock by the hole. He pulled it to his side and slid it into his mouth.

I had a mouth over my cock before but he was the first to want it there. 

He made love to my cock. I was quickly losing control and tried to pull back but he held me there until I spilled three days worth of cum into his mouth. I could feel him swallow.

I was drained and had to sit. I did manage to whisper, "Thanks," and contemplated leaving. His cock slid to my side again. Before I had made a conscious decision my hand was caressing it and soon masturbating it. 

It was the fourth cock not my own in my hand. On a camping trip with friends I had participated in a circle jerk, well several circle jerks. One of those friends and I had masturbated each other several times after that trip. I had liked doing that but after we each married those games had ceased. I had now been married for five years and was starting to feel trapped, bored.

Again without making a decision I found myself kneeling with the cock two inches from my mouth. I could smell his cock and ended up licking its head. I heard the guy groan. I licked his cock again. I liked the taste.

I slid his cock into my mouth and I suddenly felt my power over him. The center of his life was now in my mouth. I felt his cock begin to spasm and knew he was about to cum. I made no decision and simply waited for him to fill my mouth with cum.

I was not surprised by the taste, I had tasted my own cum, but was surprised by the texture. It was not the most pleasant thing in my mouth but I held his cock until he slipped back. I swallowed.

I heard him whisper thanks. I smiled.

We ended up leaving our booths simultaneously and I followed him out to the parking lot. Before we got in our cars I asked, "Is there a way to get that weird feel out of my mouth?"

He smiled and said, "Yes, rum and coke. I am on my way to get one now."

"I'll follow you," I said.

It was a small neighborhood type joint and we sat at the bar. We each ordered rum and coke and began on the peanuts in the bowl in front of us.

We introduced each other, his name was Ed, and we learned the other was married. The rum and coke did take the film from my mouth and I thanked him for the tip.

"Was that your first time?"

"Yes, but I think I could do that again under similar circumstances. And you?"

"I go there about once a month when my wife goes to visit with her mother. Tonight was a perfect night for me although you are the first I have talked to afterwards. Oh, I forgot. Once I had a guy do me as another fucked him in the ass and that was exiting."

"I am getting hard just visualizing it."

He glanced at my crotch and smiled.

"What time does your wife expect you home," he asked.

"She is also visiting her mother. Will not be back until late Sunday."

"I live half a mile away."

"Check please," I said and followed him home. We got naked and went into the shower together. We played with each other's cocks until they were as erect as they ever get then went to his living room and he started a porn DVD.

He was soon on the floor with my cock in his mouth. He was not in a hurry which was good since I had just had an orgasm and was going too last for a while. Soon enough I again filled his mouth and he swallowed. When he sat up he kissed me sharing my cum with me.

I slid to the floor and sucked him off slowly until he filled my mouth with cum. I sat up and shared his cum with him in a long lasting kiss.

He got us cokes and we watched the porn movie for a while. I had not noticed it was a bisexual couples swap movie until then.

As the scene shifted to a man fucking the other in the ass I asked him if he had ever been part of that. He said no but that his wife fucked him in the ass at times.

"With what," I asked.

"A vibrator. Usually when my cock needs and incentive to recover."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, and it does revive my cock. Would you like to try it?"

I thought about that then said, "Yes, this is apparently a night for experimentation."

"Let's go to bed," he said.

He paused the movie then turned the TV off. We went into his bedroom and he placed a pillow under my hips as I lay down ass up, then he lubricated me as he fingerfucked my ass.

He took out the vibrator from the night stand and put a condom over it. I noticed the vibrator was about the size of his cock. He slid the vibrator into me slowly. I felt some heat but no pain. I was well lubricated. I liked it.

I soon felt my cock begin to recover then felt his cock begin to recover. After ten minutes of fucking me with the vibrator I asked him if he had another condom. He understood and was soon replacing the vibrator in my ass with his cock. I felt the pressure of the flare of his cock before he slipped in. It felt fantastic when it did.

He made love to me and even kissed my neck and shoulders. It was his third quest for a cum that evening and he lasted a while and I enjoyed being fucked a hundred times more than expected.

I felt him groan then felt warmth in in me. He had cum. He continued to fuck me slowly until his cock fell out of me with a pop. As soon as he recovered his breath he exchanged places with me.

I lubricated his ass and finger fucked him then slid a condom over the vibrator and fucked him with it until I covered my cock with a condom and slowly penetrated his ass. My cock was longer than his but no wider than his or his vibrator. Entrance was easy.

I made love to him for quite a while before I ejaculated. Like he had done I continued fucking him until my cock popped out of his ass.

I put the condoms in a small trash can by the bed as he took the pillow out from under him. We cuddled together under the sheet and he turned the lamp off. We were both asleep in seconds.

He was sucking my cock when I awoke.

"Good morning, we need to shower," he said.

I followed him to the bathroom and we watched each other piss then went into the shower with his toothbrush. He offered it to me first so I brushed my teeth then he did.

We both had erections and I sank to my knees and began to suck him hard. He stopped me and pulled me up to him and gave me a long loving kiss. He then turned around and leaned on the shower wall.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

My wet cock slowly slipped into his ass until I was all the way in then I reached around him and gripped his cock. I began to fuck him at the same pace I masturbated him. Neither of us lasted long and he soon had my warm cum in him. He ejaculated immediately. I continued my embrace and my caresses to his cock until my dick popped out.

He sank to his knees and soaped my cock thoroughly and after rinsing it he kissed it, stood and kissed me.

We stepped out and we went to his kitchen and made coffee.

A thought crossed my mind and I asked, "Did you know who I was before last night?"

He nodded yes then said, "You are the second person I ever fell in love with on first sight. My wife was the first. Our wives know each other and may at times fuck each other. They are in the same town now.

My wife was the one to suggest that I follow you last night and see where you went. I was very pleased you went to the adult theater and was absolutely ecstatic when you sucked me. I was very pleased when you talked to me before we left the theater.

I was beyond happy when you decided to follow me home. I am yours for anything you want for as long as you want."

He kissed me then poured coffee for us. As we sat he asked me how much about our night to tell his wife.

"You want to tell her?"

"Yes, she knew I sucked cock when we met, She had caught me sucking her brother's cock once. Her smile for me then made me fall for her immediately. 

She thought I just wanted to save face when I asked her out but she eventually agreed. We had a great time together and when we finally fucked she liked me even better. It took me a year to convince her to marry me but she did marry me.

I did suck her brother off at her request. She ate pussy at my request. The pussy she ate first first for me was the girl you married. I was at your wedding but last night I was sure you did not recognize me."

"I had this feeling that I had seen you before but I had no idea where or when. Tell her everything in minute detail, I feel she would be happy for you."

He called her right then and put his phone on speaker then described our night in detail. He asked her if she had seen my wife there and she surprised us by saying that Elsa was eating her Mom's pussy as we spoke.

"How much can I tell her?" she asked.

I said, "Just tell her that I met your husband at an adult theater then we went out for a drink together. Let her connect the dots. How often do you two have sex?"

"Often, at least once twice a month. She is worried you will disapprove."

"No chance of that even before last night."

"Good to hear, talk to you later. Two naked women have come to get me and Mom is still in bed with somebody. Love you Ed bye."

Ed and I smiled as we drank our coffee. We kissed then he said he knew the place for breakfast. It was a diner that specialized in sausage gravy covered anything. I had it over a sausage biscuit and Ed had it over home fries.

We had been there for a while before I noticed the place was a friendly diner to lesbians and gays. There were every combination of couples filling up the place. Oddly I felt just fine being there with Ed.

He saw that and gave me a quick kiss.

"You are the only man I have been here with but my wife and I come here semi-often. Semi-often there is a woman here for her to kiss. You are the first man for me to kiss here. Thanks."

I gave him a quick kiss.

We went to my house and I picked up my toothbrush and some clean clothes then returned to his house. We got naked and watched the end of the bisexual couple movie.

"Would you swap?" he asked.

"You mean fucking each others wife?"

"Yes, and us fucking while all four of us were on the same bed."

"Yeah, at least once. I have no idea how I would feel until we have. Have you and your wife swapped?"

"No, the closest we have come is when I sucked her brother as she ate his wife's pussy. They would not return the favor."

"Her brother would make a full swap impossible anyway."

"Probably but she did tell me they had masturbated each other once. I have no way of knowing if its true but I suspect my wife and her big sister have gone down on each other. I also suspect her sister goes down on their mother."

"Well, there is no chance for a pregnancy so its not incest anyway."

"Yeah, that's how I feel about it."

Another ass fuck scene came on and got our attention. Our cocks were soon hard. He got on the floor on his hands and knees. I went to the bedroom for the lubricant and as soon as his ass and my cock were covered I slid my cock into him for the second time that day.

I again took his cock in my hand and slowly masturbated him as I fucked him. Every once in a while I stopped and kissed him. 

The scene in the movie ended with an outrageous cum shot over the back and Ed commented, "They are bareback, why didn't he cum inside. It would feel really good for his partner. Some times I wonder if the directors have ever fucked anyone."

We felt the buzz had been taken out of our fuck so I sat down behind him and pulled him to my lap. I caressed his cock and chest and he turned to kiss me often. My cock stayed in his ass.

The movie ended with the men fucking each others wives. When Ed stood I turned him to face me and sucked his cock. He was soon careening to orgasm and I took all his cum in my mouth. He sat back down facing me and again my cock slid into his ass.

I scooted up and put him on the couch behind us on his ass and began to fuck him. I put his legs on my shoulders and began to just pound into him. I did not last long and he moaned when he felt my cum in him.

We kissed until my cock popped out then I went to the shower and cleaned my cock. He was doctoring up some ramen noodles in bowls, adding sliced hot dogs, garlic powder and fresh chives. He put the two bowls in the microwave then after a minute and eleven seconds we sat to eat. It was delicious.

"Want to go to a gay club tonight?" Ed asked.

"Do you got to them often?"

"No, never have been to one. I have been to a lesbian club with my wife and we had fun, she more than me. I have always wondered about gay clubs but have never considered going by myself."

"OK, we can go. It will be interesting."

He kissed me and after we finished our lunch we ended up back in bed and took a nap. I was awakened about an hour later by a phone call.

"Are you still with Ed?" my wife asked.

"Yes, we just had Ramen soup."

"Have you sucked his dick?"

"Yes."

"More than once?"

"Yes."

"Oh, his wife told me you know I eat pussy and it doesn't bother you. Is that true?"

"Yes, and if you need you may bring the pussy you want home. I will stay out of your way."

"I love you. See you tomorrow."

"I love you. Bye.
 It was the first time either of us had told the other we loved them in months. I cuddled to Ed and went back to sleep.

We again went to the shower and again I fucked him as I masturbated him. We dressed then went to the big deli and ate a lot. We drove to a club on the block behind the lesbian club and we sat at the bar making comments about the clientele.

A t-girl came to us and after kissing each of us asked if we were interested in something different. 

I said, "Yes but we want to see how this place checks out. It's our first time here."

"Oh, then let me tell you what you need to know. The bartender is juicy but straight, you well get nowhere with him. The flaming queen server will play with anyone that wants him but he insists on condoms even to give a blowjob. I don't by the way.

The restrooms are over there but not much happens inside although no one complains if you just watch them piss. Some don't mind if you hold their dick for them as they piss.

The real action is on the back porch. It is dimly lit and has some dark corners. It gets very crowded as the night progresses and some times you have to wait a while to have room on the rail to put your elbows on. There is usually someone behind you immediately after you are in position. Let me know when you want to go out."

"Would now be too soon?"

"Now would be prefect."

We followed her out and saw a few men out there. Some were sitting on a bench as a cock slid in and out of their mouth. Our new friend put her elbows on the rail and after I placed a condom on my cock I lifted her dress and found a well lubricated ass. I slid in and reached for her small cock. I caressed it as I fucked her slowly. I kissed her neck. She moaned.

I looked for Ed and found him sitting nearby with a cock in his mouth. I turned my attention back to the fuck and felt the t-girls cock begin to twitch and suddenly explode. I slowed to a halt then withdrew.

I turned her around, embraced and kissed her lovingly. She loved the kiss. I loved the kiss.

She led me to the bench Ed was on and sat. She took the condom off my cock then sucked me off. Ed was on his third or fourth cock by then.

I kissed her after she swallowed my cum which she really liked.

"Buy me a drink," she said. 

I patted Ed and we went inside. Ed joined us five minutes later and kissed us. His mouth was coated with cum.

I got each of us a rum and coke and asked Ed, "How many?"

"Five, one more after you left. I loved the attention. You two looked like you loved your fuck."

"We did, she said. It was my best in a while, I had an orgasm."

She kissed me again. 

We stood by the bar and watched the crowd for a while until a guy took our t-girl's hand and led her to the back. She winked at me.

I needed to take a piss and Ed followed me. We watched a couple of guys piss as we waited for a place at the urinal then saw some guys looking at our cock as we pissed. Ed had an erection before he zipped up. A guy saw that and took his hand and led him to the back porch.

It was a while before he rejoined me and said, "Nine. The guy that took me out sucked me off and I sat on his spot and sucked him off. Before I managed to stand up two more cocks were presented to me to suck. There is a lot of cum in my stomach. I'm glad we pigged out at the deli."

I gave him a soft kiss and asked him if he had seen our lady out there.

"Yes, there was a long line to fuck her. She will probably run out of condoms soon and come back in."

"Do you want her?"

"Yes, but I have no condoms."

"I have four. Let me know when. Any one you want to fuck you?"

"Yes, you. And maybe that guy in the black sports coat and the gray slacks."

"Smile at him as I hand you a condom then keep looking at him as you walk out."

He did and the guy followed him. Several minutes later a guy came to me and asked if I was alone.

"No, my partner went to the patio to play and I'm just waiting for him."

"Why are you not out there too?"

"Oh, I have been, very nice out there."

"Yes it is, I really love it when I find a place to sit and somebody keeps me company."

"I can do that," I said and walked out with him. There was no place for him to sit so I leaned on a wall and he knelt in front of me. He lowered my slacks to my knees and began a soft loving blow job. I guy slid next to me and pulled out his cock then put my hand on it. I began to masturbate him as he caressed my ass.

He was soon behind me and I felt his cock search for my ass. I handed him a lubricated condom and I spread my ass cheeks for him. He slid in and fucked me so quickly he had an orgasm before I had begun to enjoy his cock in me.

I gave a condom to the guy sucking my cock and leaned against the rail. I was next to Ed. We were fucked side by side as we kissed.

When the guy fucking him left another guy slid his cock into him. When my lover had his cum another took his pace. It was the allegedly straight bartender, His cock really filled my ass.

He fucked me hard then embraced me as he took my cock in his hand. I felt his cock throbbing in me. I felt his warmth. Many kisses and soft strokes later his cock popped out and he turned me to him and kissed my lips. He knelt and sucked my cock until I filled his mouth then lifted my slacks up and buttoned the top then slid my cock into them. He carefully zipped me up. His kiss last kiss ended and he just walked away.

I turned to Ed and asked, "How many is that?"

"Nine. My ass has caught up with my mouth."

"Lets go home. I want to be number ten."

"Deal."

He got his pants on and we walked out. As I walked past the bar I went to the bartender and kissed his lips and said, "Thanks."

"Anytime," he said.

The only number I could give Ed that night was number two, I was the second to suck him off that evening.

The next day began with a shower and the laundry of his linens. We went out for chicken fried chicken then returned to his house. I helped him make up his bed and after a long kiss I went home. We had not made a single sexual move on each other all day. We were sated.




An Adventure



Ed and I repeated the weekend together when our wives went to see their Mom. We did fuck on the same bed often but we decided not to swap wives.

We decided that watching them consume each other was a great way to recover after a cum. There was always a round two for us and the occasional round three. They bought strap-on dildos and fucked us to their hearts content. We were happy to provide an ass for each to fuck. They did swap our respective asses.

My marriage is again a happy marriage.



An Adventure at the Office



I am certainly interested in your comments.

Chapter 1

Another day, another nothing, void, a blank moment in time. Rise at 0458, listen to the weather and news, shower at 0510, coffee shop for paper and caffeine at 0527, Fox News until 0600 and walk to the train. An hour of reading about sailing or working on the laptop ends upon arrival at Penn Station. Another cup of coffee at the umbrella room across the street and up to the empty 14th floor. A day like any other.

I slipped the key in the door knob lock and pushed into my office. The next daily drill started with placing the briefcase on the credenza, the coffee on the desk, and a poke at the large monitor button to start up the big machine. Then back to open the briefcase and pull the laptop for hookup to the network and only then did I realize I was not alone.

"Heh... Hello. You scared me." I was standing behind my desk, laptop still in hand, and my jaw began to drop as the clearing vision before me began to move. Short hair so as not to distract the eye from wandering over her striking facial features. Broad shoulders that brought strength to her image, but with a waist of perfect proportion to make a man want to hold it instantly. Her hips were wide and inviting as could be and her legs stood with the grace of a dancer, curved and strong, but delicate of movement.

She ran a finger across my conference table, looking askance at its progress over the smooth surface. She teasingly kept an eye toward me as well, and did something with her lips I could not yet describe that told me I was not misinterpreting her actions. Something very erotic was taking place here, and it was planned and deliberate. I was not in control. She made that perfectly clear when she continued past the table and pulled up snuggly to my now stunned frame. This ordinary day, this mundane ordinary day had just gone haywire, big time. And I was in heaven, inviting whatever this delicious woman wanted.

She looked directly into my eyes as her hips moved left then right, then back again. Each rotation seemed to be adjusted to include a stronger push forward to ensure our sexes rubbed together as her body came up against my own. Mine overly excited cock was standing on end in no time and I was sure she could feel the first results of her actions. This was a seduction, clear and simple. There was no denying it. And there was no denying that I was all for it. I had done enough double-takes with this woman over the past few years to be totally excited at the prospects of that unbelievable moment when I might actually get to be close to her. 

She is hot, sexy, firm and as deliciously erotic at that moment as I could imagine. Her eyes were speaking volumes and I wanted to read them all. Her hands were moving all around me without touching me at all. Her scent was filling my nostrils with an aphrodisiac that had excited me into its deep spell. Her lips moved ever so slightly in any direction they wanted, tantalizing me to new levels at each turn. This woman had more control over me at that moment than she could have had with cuffs, chains and locks. I was totally under her spell. I would do anything she asked. I pained for more contact with her, her body, her soul. I wanted to devour her, to make her feel the pleasure she exuded to me. I needed her right then more than I can possibly imagine or describe. She made be hot, desirous beyond description. I needed this woman badly.

Chapter 2

Time for a sanity check! It's 0715 in the morning and I'm standing behind my desk, facing the conference table, and this beautiful hot bodied Janice is bumping and grinding her loins up against mine, causing me to bulge stiffly against her. It's dark in the cubicle area outside my office, but my door is wide open and the lights will go on when Vincent arrives in 15 minutes or so. This ordinary day has turned into the hottest of possible mornings, and the events, unless I am totally wrong, are just beginning. That about says it all, except for the fact that this terribly erotic scene has just taken a next step with hot breath being blown into my ear.

As turned on as I already am, I realize too that I have to protect us from discovery. As hot as the body is getting, as hot as Janice is too, I have to get that door shut. My right hand moves to the area under her left arm. I am tempted to slide it up and down to feel her body, her clothing, her bra underneath, but I slip it around behind her and move the other to join it around back. By trying to pick up her gyrations with my own hips, we end up in sync somehow and move us both toward the door. If I can just get it closed before the lights go on, it will look to Vincent and all who follow that I am not there and coming in at 0915 as I often do. The door must close soon!

Janice could care less about the door. She is taking my action as encouragement and grinding her mound into my stiff cock like her life is depending on maximum contact. She does cooperate though, right foot and then left as I guide us toward the door. Damn, what if Vincent walks in when we are about to close the door. He always looks to see if it is open and my light is on so he can say "hello."

We manage to get close enough that I can lean us both over toward the door. Janice is smiling up at my face, bending backward in my arms, and I am trying to smile back without letting my awkwardness at closing the door interfere with the mood that she has created. Finally, the door closes softly, and I hear the click and see the brightness of the lights coming on in the cubicle area - Vincent is here. I kill the office light and put a finger to my lips for Janice. We are quiet. I hear Vincent's footsteps. I have such a feel for where he is that I can tell when he has satisfied himself that I am not in and turns for his production room. Then the sound of that door opening signals the "ok" to re-devote my attention to this delicious creature in my arms. As long as we are quiet, we are undetected.

Immediately the grinding accentuates. We both push into each other. I can feel the heat from between her legs mixing with my own to start the sparks flying. My cock is rock hard and longing. I can see her tongue moving around provocatively inside her partially open mouth. It's looking, slithering around in the recesses, lurking, as if to strike like a cat at anytime.

She smiles as she recognizes the increased tempo in the pulsing of my shaft and the stronger hold my arms put on her from behind. Suddenly pushing away, she pouts as if to mimic my own boyish disappointment. It is frustrating for me, but she is so exotic in her movements I am totally captivated by her, at her mercy, willing and able to do anything she wants. I stand there like a fool, my arms still outstretched as they were left when she pulled away.

This is a very erotic and confident woman, I observe once again to myself. She dances and moves around the small open space on her own like she owns the place. Her eyes keep looking at me from under partially open lids. Her head never really faces me squarely as if to tell me I don't warrant her full attention yet. Her body knows no limits. It moves and writhes as if it were inviting the world to come in. This slow exotic dance of hers was teasingly intoxicating, beautiful, and so very hot!

She was wearing a tight top, knit it seemed, showing off every single ripple of her flesh as she danced. I could see the lines of her bra beneath and watched obviously as her tits moved with her twists and turns. My hands wanted to reach out and take those beautiful orbs and mall them before handing them off to my mouth. At times she would push her chest out as if to dare me to do what she knew I was thinking. We both knew however, she wasn't ready for me to touch her yet. She tauntingly continued and transitioned through many different poses and movements. 

Then she did what I could only describe as a deliberate, provocative act for me to not only touch her, but hold her and even devour her. She turned her back on me in the ultimate demonstration of either trust or defiance, and slowly danced back up into me to grind her beautiful ass up against my groin. It was unbelievable pleasure for me, and dangerous for her. In this pose I could easily loose it and just grab her for. In fact, my arms went around her and my hands found those delectable globes and immediately managed to get her nipples captured between my fingers on the first try. I rolled them that way while using the rest of my hands to massage her flesh. She was firm as hell, tight bocied like I knew she would be, but soft enough to make me want to eat her up. I couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like. 

Suddenly, she stepped away. She danced her way back toward the door and turned, motioning me to sit down. "Now what?" Was all I could ask myself. I was still having trouble believing this gorgeous creature was here in my office in such an exotic circumstance, let alone anticipate what her next move might be.

A flash went through my mind. I wanted to capture her on film. Maybe, just maybe... 

I opened my lower desk drawer and pulled out a computer camera. Not wanting to break her cadence, I sat back in my desk chair, a little cocky and with a wink of my own, and dangled the little camera on its cord, draped over my finger.

Her recognition was instant, and she smiled, nothing more to interrupt her routine. Trying not to take an eye off her for a second, I reached over and plugged in the camera, waited a moment for it to take, and then started the software that would take a shot every 5 seconds. The video would take too much disk space to last long, not that we had much time, and it was too late already to try and set up the large video camera. This would have to do. It would tell us both a lot about each other's deep desires. That was enough for a first meeting. I hit the button and the first picture was taken - Janice ate it up and was facing the lens with her knees cocked and her arms straight down between her legs. Her hands were facing outward, sliding over her very tight jeans on the insides of her succulent thighs. The moment was caught by the lurking mechanical eye, as well as my own peepers. She was pouting sexily again, as if to dare me to fuck her. I also caught the impact of her putting her arms together and down had on her breasts - they were pushed together and bulging to get into my mouth. This woman was in heat and I was hot to join her.

Chapter 3

There she stood. I should say, posing for the camera. With her breasts pushed together I was unable to stop from reaching out. I ran a finger gently from her forehead to her chin, touching everything in between. I lingered on her lips, moving side to side to feel their sensuality, and to let her know contact was real. I may have been mistaken but I was sure there was a moment of surrender in her eyes before she raised her head slightly and pulled her chin back and proudly began to straighten into the next gyration of her dance. She then jerked at the feel of my lingering hand on her breast. I let it fall and made even more contact than I had expected. I was right too. It was firm yet soft, longing for attention as witnessed by the sudden motion of her body at my touch, and then it was gone.

I had to have this woman. She taunted and teased in such a joyous and longing way it was obvious she wanted to be had too. She was prolonging what she knew was inevitable. She wanted my hands on her as much as I did, but she was making the moment last, adding her own controlling touches to it, making it perfect.

I sat back in my chair and made sure the camera was properly aimed to catch this divine creature at her best. Never taking an eye off her though, I did not miss the motions of her arms and hands as they traveled over her body, sliding slowly over the very parts of her I wanted to become very intimate with. She brought her hands from her hips, up her sides, and under her breasts at one point. They lingered there, fingers extended and not quite touching the precious flesh. Then her fingers curled, her hands move to connect to their targets, and she leaned into me and offered her delicious breasts to me. 

This turns me on no end. It is an outright signal of surrender, but with control, the ultimate in arousal. Her breasts were mine to devour, though not yet, to do with as I please. She was pleading with me to rage them at the right moment, and not before. She may have been thinking, "These, Baby, are yours. I give them to you. And soon you will have them." I was entranced. I do love a woman's breasts so. My pants were tented.

She twisted and moved some more, bringing her hands back to her sides and completing their circuit to under her chin where a similar act took place. They curled under her face and offered me here lips and mouth, once again to do with as I please. She leaned forward and completed this offering like the first. It was all I could to do keep from kissing her then and breaking the trance, her dance, and reaching for her pants!

Just as I thought she might end her ritual presentation of herself to me, she worked her feet slowly to venture toward me. I was still seated in my desk chair, raging hardon longing, and waiting for her to surrender. 

She right up to my chair and put an arm to either side of my head as she leaned in. There was no mistaking her intentions as she dropped her shoulders and pushed her left breast right into my face. It landed perfectly and I felt the nipple through the thin material. It was in my mouth in a heartbeat and being sucked as far back into me as possible. I knew I was wetting her shirt possibly, but I couldn't control that. Her tit was in my mouth and I was intent on loving it.

I felt her nipple with my tongue and then closed my teeth gently upon it. Moving my head in small circles I was able to take her nipple on a circular tour, pulling the rest of her breast flesh with me. I could see her reaction in her eyes as first they and then her head rolled back and caused her mouth to gape open in pleasure. She stood over me that way for several ministrations of my mouth, Then she moved to place the other breast in her new found love tunnel for a similar treatment, which she got with gusto. I was in the same heaven and couldn't' wait to see and touch the skin of these glorious mounds.

The sensuality combined with the passionate heat and became too much even for this high priestess of pleasure and she lifted a leg over one of mine and dropped low enough to give her mound contact with something solid. Immediately I could feel her extreme heat as her heated pussy warmed my thigh. She was hot. She was as horny as she could be and wanted all of me as much as I wanted all of her. 

We were in a very dangerous place, my office and it was no longer by itself in occupancy. I knew that others were beginning to arrive at work. We had so far managed to keep totally quiet, and with my office lights off, there was no one out there who thought I was at work yet. We were still undetected, but how long could that last? Could we remain quiet in the coming moments if we let this carry on any further? Would we be able to retain any control over our bodies at all or would we loose all we had worked for in one brief but extremely heated moment of passion? We looked at each other deeply at that instant as if asking each other the same question.

Suddenly my hands slid to her knees, and then up her thighs, up to her waist. I could push, or I could pull. 

Chapter 4

As if to answer the question of what to do next, stop or let go, her hips gave one short push on my thigh. In that brief movement, that exquisite encouragement, the die was cast. I needed no further inducement, and she need wait no longer. We entered the next phase of our relationship.

I wrapped my arms behind her and slid my hands under and around her butt cheeks. They were firm and a handful that sent needles of pleasure from the tips of my finger and the centers of my palms all the way to my brain like a bolt of lightening. If I am this turned on, I thought, by just touching her ass, how the hell am I going to keep breathing as we get deeper into each other's spaces.

Our lips met slowly at first, tentative still in this first embrace. But that pace quickened dramatically. Our tongues suddenly reached deep into each other's throats. Her arms went around me and my own arms pulled her in as if to bury her inside my chest. I felt an immediate inadequacy to get her inside me! The longing was greater than ever before experienced. There was animal need and carnal lust billowing from each of us. We could not move on quickly enough. No matter how much we fondled each other's backs and ass, we could not be satisfied to stop there.

I brought my right hand around to her left breast and kneaded it. I pinched its nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and then went back to pummeling the fleshy mound again. Janice was pushing her hands down inside my belted pants in back. I could feel her hot flesh pushing to get deeper into action. As if frustrated, she reached between us and quickly undid my belt buckle and the snap of my pants. The zipper was under so much pressure already that it loosened slightly on its own. Janice made short work for the rest of its travel distance and immediately slipped her hands in around the sides of my waist. They moved slowly around to the cheeks of my ass and lingered there for a short time, massaging and squeezing me sensuously.

It was my turn to make use of the limited space between our groins and I moved a hand to unfasten her jeans. With her straddling my right leg, the pressure split her jeans open quickly. I felt her hips widen as if to invite me in. She stirred with the release and moved her jeaned and pantied pussy forward aggain, then back on my thigh. This must have given her pleasure for she did it again, and again, until it became a continuous movement. The heat on my leg grew as if sitting under a hot plate. My hands on her ass began to help her, wanting to give her more and more pleasure, to get her wet for what inevitably lay ahead.

We continued like this for sometime. We both wanted so much more, but we were both intending to savor every second of this first meeting. Her humping my leg slowed to a steady and deliberate motion. My hands were working further and further down her ass as her jeans continued to work lower on her hips. She was wearing cotton panties, soft and lush, a perfect compliment to her smooth and fleshy ass. I worked my hands under her panties and began to feel the skin of her ass for the first time. It was exquisite. And it reacted to my touch. I could feel the muscles in her ass flex with each humping motion too. My hands worked with them and helped her make all the contact she was looking for, and the top of my leg got hotter still.

Suddenly I felt her searing fingers on my cock. Somehow she had gotten a hand around front of me and slid it into my briefs. She had grabbed my shaft fully in her hand and was beginning to pump it slowly but firmly. She somehow knew exactly what to do. Before the third or fourth pump, my body reacted and began humping her hand in cadence with her motion. We then coordinated our mutual humping to get the very best out of each of our efforts and begin a dance that could only end one way, in mutual total satisfaction.

Chapter 5

I knew if she continued pumping my cock much longer, I would be putting out fires like a fireboat in no time. And yet, as hard as it was to briefly interrupt this reverie we were in, I needed to know I could please this woman the way she deserved. My next movement would require tact, as well as definitive action.

I stood up! With Janice still humping my leg, I walked the two or three steps to my table. It was round and solid, mounted on a steel pedastal and able to carry her weight and mine if need be, and there might just be need yet. We were still tongue locked as I sat her down on the edge of the shinny wood surface. "Hmmmm.. " I thought, "Wonder if there will be a wet spot there later I can remember her by..."




An Adventure at the Office



She went right along with this change in positions. Her legs were still clamped tightly to my right leg and I had to pry them apart to begin to work her jeans down over her hips. She finally let go and leaned back on her hands to help me by raising her ass off the table. When I had the denims down to her ankles, she started to separate her feet slightly to kick the material to the floor.

"No," I muttered to her, "Leave them for now."

She looked back at me quizzically. I knew she was longing to be free of the material, able to spread herself for me, maybe even to get some air to her pubes to cool them down. The curiosity in her eyes was evident as she considered that her panties were also still in place. 

I reached down and grasped her ankles below the bunched up denim and lifted them, forcing Janice to let herself lie back on the otherwise empty table. As I raised them, I examined the muscular texture of her beautiful appendages and marveled at all the fun I was going to have with them wrapped around me in the future. But it would not be far in the future. I raised her ankles to the level of my head and then twisted her legs to lead her to spread only her knees. She realized instantly what I was going to do and moved her knees apart as far as she could.

Letting go of her ankles, I ducked down and threaded the needle. Shortly, my face was directly in front of and only inches away from her most tender place. The white cotton panties first caught my enraptured eyes with their obvious wetness spreading from the source of he juice. She was definitely hot. I could practically see the juices spreading from underneath, making the stain larger and larger as I watched. When she flexed her knees inward momentarily, I snapped free of my trance and guided her feet back down to my shoulders with her jeans holding them together behind my head.

I kissed the insides of her thighs. I heard her moan with the pleasure building in her loins. After only a few seconds of this her feet did involuntarily exactly what I had planned - they flexed toward her butt and drew my head closer to her wet and hungry cunt.

While she tried to guide my pleasure giving mouth to its inevitable destination, she didn't notice the action of my hands. I had removed my belt. At an opportune moment, I grasped her right hand and slipped the loop I had created in the belt over her hand. I quickly pulled it tight and slipped the belt between her waist and the table. This was made easier by having her feet on my shoulders. I then wrapped the belt around her other wrist and clove hitched it snuggly. Her arms were now secured at her sides and her own body weight kept them pressed to the table. I was free to reign.

My eyes riveted back their previous object of desire, the wet spot growing on her panties. I ran my nose up close and for the first time sucked in the essence of Janice. It was delicious. She smelled like raw lust, eager, almost sucking me into her any way she could. I was not going to disappoint her.

With both hands free, and Janice held by the denims around her ankles and the belt on her wrists, I was able to take my time. I ran a finger, and then two and more gently up her crevice, starting below where her ass met the table, and dragging them tauntingly up to her mons and over the top where she could see me bring them to my face. I took in their new and fresh aroma first, and then put each in my mouth for thorough feast on her juices. 

I know this thrilled her for her butt started to wiggle, asking for me to do it again.

After several strokes in this fashion, I used my other hand to grasp the crotch of her panties and slowly drag it aside. I wanted my first view of her hot wet pussy to be thorough and memorable. She didn't disappointment me at all.

Her lips were the first sight to take me, moistness spread over them by the panties sharing her juices. They were swollen, just as I suspected and longed for. They were inviting, almost pulsing with begging demand that I slip something, anything between them soon. As I pulled the crotch of the white cotton material farther aside, looked deep into her most intimate parts, I suddenly realized, her cunt was mine.

Chapter 6

Swollen cuntal lips are perhaps one of the hottest parts of a sex-ready woman. With these plump rims around her tunnel of love, Janice was blatantly saying, "Fuck me, NOW!" They speak for her like no other body part can. Fucking her, however inevitable this was on my agenda, was not yet in sight. I had many more things I wanted to do first - like eat.

While continuing to savor her increasing scent, and viewing her wetness as it spread over those bulbous lips, my tongue began to move. It licked lightly from deep down in her crotch, well below her other entry too. It slithered like a snake from side to side, pausing on each pass of the depths of her crack to poke at whatever skin or space lay at that particular spot. I wanted her to know what was coming, and how far away it was.

The reaching probe pushed at her crotch several times, getting closer and closer to her sphinctural muscle before finally reaching the forbidden place. When it finally did poke forward there, for the first time finding deeper access than all the other pushes thus far, it brought forth a jolting jerk of her body, almost fear-like withdrawal at first, and then obviously aggressive pushing in return to deepen the access of my tongue. There was no doubt that Janice was waiting for this, feeling each previous probe of my tongue as it had approached. She wanted it badly, even though she involuntarily pulled back upon its first touch. Now she was trying to wrap her asshole around my tongue and pull it deeply inside herself. It was better than a French kiss.

I was elated as I pushed my tongue forward and pulled it back while all the time twisting and turning it to reach and touch as much of her has possible. There was no doubt that Janice was too for her body was writhing in pleasure and her voice was becoming more audible in moans. I absolutely love to when I am doing the right thing for a lady, and this lady was letting me know I was all over her target!

I was in no hurry to end this delicious action. I loved eating her ass. I was also reveling in the knowledge that there was so much more of her still to enjoy. And I was going to have it all. This was a play partner of the perfect kind. She wanted to experience and give raw pleasure, selfish indulgement, yet with unqualified giving. We were two people on an adventure to experience the ultimate in sexual enjoyment, with no strings and no obligations. Neither of us wanted anything else.

Janice was squirming quietly to my touch, becoming accustomed to my tongue in her little pink hole. She was becoming almost trance-like in her movements. It was time to turn up the heat.

I moved my right hand back along the inside of her thigh, past and under her knee, and down her calf. She made no change in her ecstatic blissful movements at first - this was a soothing sensation that simply went along with the calming motion we had established about her ass.

My hand then retraced its track but upon reaching the inside of her thigh, it moved down to her left ass cheek and massage her wonderfully firm flesh softly. It passed back and forth from cheek to cheek a few times before resuming its exploration. 

Finally it traveled around her hip and started up the side of her body. Upon reaching her waist, it lingered some, and slid gently in the area for a moment. Then once again it resumed travel up her left side until it reached the armpit. After a few backtracks and returns it finally move around to her chest and settle firmly on her left breast. The moment was electric for both of us. A new body part was brought into the party - her left tit was in my right hand. Her bra was still separating us, but we both knew that would not be for long. We were suddenly joined at a second point. 

Her nipple was poking a hole in my palm. I could feel it through the material of the sheer, stretchable material of the restraint. She was so hot it felt like a steel pin, threatening to impale me if I didn't give her the ultimate satisfaction she needed. I was eager to see it, and then to devour it.

Not to play favorites, I moved my hand over to her right tit and gave it a similar introduction. All this time I was continuing to probe my tongue insider her ass. She was getting wet there too, whether from me or her didn't matter. Her ass was tasting better and better all the time. And she was getting hotter and hotter all the time too. Though she continued to bump and grind her ass up at my mouth, she was now also trying to push her tits up into more full contact with my hand. It was very inspiring to feel her reacting so.

Rather than try to unclasp her bra, I slipped my hand down to her stomach, and then immediately back up but now under her restraint. I entered first near the center of her chest and then slipped sideways to resume my palm-over position on her left breast. 

I let my hand rest there again while I redoubled my efforts on her asshole. And then I moved my palm on her breast flesh to begin a massage. I would push down firmly for a moment and then raised it to glide over her nipple, barely touching it and teasing it to an even hotter peak. I performed this torture on both breasts for some time while eating her out faster and faster and sucking harder and harder on her ass. 

Janice was responding of course, but she was picking up momentum. Her ass was grinding on the table as if trying to leap up and envelope my entire head. Her chest was heaving from her gasping breathing and form the desire for more contact with my hand. I knew she was reaching that point of spontaneous combustion where she would be no more stoppable than a nuclear chain reaction. I could feel her body heat beginning to boil.

Finally, the first signs of orgasm were unmistakable. She began to cum. My eyes were directly opposite her still swollen cuntal lips and I saw as well as felt the gush of juices erupting from her hole. The aroma took me on a fantastical journey into pleasure. She was erupting for me, because I had brought her such pleasure she could both let go of any and all controls before me, and experience her most private pleasures all over my face. It was the hottest thing I could imagine. It made me proud, horny and eager for more. And more I would get....

Chapter 7

I luxuriated in her fluids. They tasted great, smelled great, felt hot and were voluminous. I slurped and sucked all around her asshole as the juices dribbled down, making sure to catch ever errant drop. Finally she relaxed and I could feel her body let go. One last spurt of fluid wet my nose and slipped down to my mouth. I took it all in, my tongue still buried in her ass. I wanted more.

She was contained still, her hands secured behind her back and pressed to the table by her own weight. It wasn't long before she stirred in what I had to interpret as an attempt to return the favor of orgasm. But I was not ready yet. Still, I had to let her participate at least a little.

I stood up between her pants restricted thighs. With her ankles still secured behind me, her knees assumed a resting position squeezed up against my hips. I looked down at her reclining body and marveled for a moment at her beautiful breasts. Her bra and skin tight top had been exquisitely pushed up by my earlier ministrations and remained clear of view. Her tits stood upright, begging, their nipples hard as nails and just as wanton.

She looked me in the eyes and we connected that way. I could feel the sensations going through my body as if I was buried to the hilt in her pussy. It was intense. Slowly, I maneuvered my cock outward and pushed it between the crack in her ass and the table until it touched her hands.

There came a look of surprise in her eyes as she suddenly felt the hot touch of my shaft's most sensitive skin against her fingers. Janice smiled ever so slightly as she raised her hips slightly and use one of her hands to circle my cock. It sent fire up my spine and vibrations through my body. Her touch, the first time, was intoxicatingly intense.

Leveraging her knees on my hips, she got comfortable enough to raise herself off the table sufficiently to pump my cock a few times. Her hand was so eager she tried to speed up the pace quickly as if she would not get a second chance. And she wouldn't, for awhile anyway. I pulled back after less than a dozen strokes.

Her lips pouted and her eyes scolded but I soon dropped from sight. My next move was to plant my lips on one of her breasts and take its nipple into my mouth with the suction of a Hoover. The sudden turn of events caught her off guard in her attempt to look disappointed and transferred her into another realm of pleasure and desire. Her chest pushed up as if to shove her entire tit down my throat.

And I didn't stop her! It tasted delicious and filled my mouth most completely. The nipple racked up against the roof of my mouth and the flesh of her breast filled my oral cavity. I wanted to bite it, to devour it, but settled for nibbling on her nipple and sucking the rest of her breast wholly into my mouth.

While I did this I ventured my other hand down to about where I would find her clit. I couldn't see from my position above her, but my groin was still up against hers and that made my targeting more accurate. Once convinced I was as close as I could reliably get, I dove two fingers to the unsuspecting target and pinched instantly. Bingo! Direct hit! I felt her little knob in my fingers and gave a gentle but firm squeeze and held it.

Janice jerked once again. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, thinking they may have to cry out in pain, only to realize upon further sensations that her body was in yet another stage of ecstasy rather than torture. She loved it. I loved it. We were in for much more fun.

Chapter 8

I rolled her clit in my fingers and felt, more than watched her react. I was getting better at telling to what extent to push her, at telling what would turn her on the most, and when I was going too far. I enjoyed the challenge and met it with determination to give her nothing but the most perfect pleasure.

She was rocking on the table again under the sensations on her clit. I knew I was driving her to one of those intense but somehow unfulfilling orgasms where you cum, but know it could be better with more than a single inspiration or two at work. Sucking her tit and pulling her clit were good, but she really wanted more. I used my other hand on the rest of her groin. Time for penetration.

Sliding a lone finger down her slit to slick it up, I felt her turn up the volume. Her moan was audible but her body was speaking to me too, moving, jerking, bucking into whatever action I was applying anywhere. At one point when I was about to insert my finger into her wet, slippery pussy for the first time, she must have sensed it was there and pointed in the right direction for she suddenly lurched toward me and my finger, pushing it firmly into her snatch. 

Janice moaned louder and more satisfyingly than ever. This action obviously pleased her deeply and I couldn't break the spell. Slowly, in ever increasing cadence, I shoved my finger up her cunt and slid it back out to the tip again. I would hesitate with it in the "out" position, until her body racked and forced her hips up at me again. My finger would then add its own momentum to her movement and shove itself right back up her slippery chute yet again.

She was approaching orgasm now, a more fulfilling one than with just the manipulation on her clit and tits. While that continued, and my mouth continued to suck and nibble on her delicious breasts, both my hands were at work. While the first one continued to manipulate her hardened knob, my other hand, the one doing all the penetration, began to swap some fingers. I needed some distance capability, and some lubrication.

When I felt the time and circumstances just right, I withdrew my slick wet thumb from Janice's cunt and quickly pushed it through her puckered anus. The sphincter was so relaxed, having not participated in any activity subsequent to its massage by my tongue, my thumb broke through instantly and lodged itself in her hole.

I waited with that hand only for a few moments and continued the activity of all my other parts. I wanted to give her tunnel muscles a chance to relax again before pushing my thumb or anything else up her ass more firmly or deeply. I knew shortly how brief a wait it would be.

Janice almost immediately began to buck her ass onto my thumb. Each time I moved my thumb in or out, it pulled her lust ridden mind away from some of the other things we were doing, and focused her intense concentration on satisfying her ass first. I could see she wanted that taken care of immediately and completely. Her body practically begged me to fuck her, rape her, take her anyway I could but enter, penetrate, fill all her cavities up now!

I decided it was indeed now or never. I was as ready as she was for maximum contact. We needed to couple in the worst way.

I suddenly pulled my hand from her clit and undid my belt and pants. I followed by pushing my underwear down my hips. I didn't need much freedom, but I did need to free my tool.

Without asking, or waiting for any other signs, I grabbed my cock and slipped it up to the entrance to her hot wet pussy. The juices were flowing from her now, anticipating whatever I was up to had to be good. I didn't want to disappoint her.

My cock slid up her pussy tunnel like it was drawn there. I instantly froze with the glory of the feel of her wrapped around my shaft. She was hot on my tender skin, wet and slippery as I pushed in and out a few times, always stopping and hesitating on the inward stroke. I buried myself deep in her cunt on the first push and each push thereafter. She was helping every step of the way too, pushing right back and lubing herself like a fountain.

We continued like this for several minutes until she was convinced she was about to have the orgasm she had really been waiting and longing for. But one more step needed to take place.

With no warning, my cock pulled free of her cunt and disappeared from her radar. I used my free hand to hold it and point it directly at her ass. With one swift push, it too surprised her sphincter muscle and barged its way into her hole. I left it there like before for several seconds as her ass had a chance to first tighten in surprise, and then slacken in trust and ecstasy.

Then the final motions began. I pushed in slightly and then withdrew, though not all the way. This process was repeated, each time pushing a little deeper into this beautiful woman, until my cock was hitting bottom as witnessed by our groins bumping hard up against each other.

ON the first full hit, I withdrew one more time and then pushed hard inward again and held it there for some time. I could see her smile up at me, her hands no longer needed or thought of as part of her body for she was getting everything she needed or could want. My mouth was milking and tweaking her tits, first one then the other. My right hand was back manipulating her clit, rolling it on the tips of my fingers, feeling every bump and grind the sensations were forcing upon her. And my other hand was slipping two then three fingers inside her slippery cunt to let her know I have everything working and to leave no stimulation's out of the process. We were coupled completely with all of this and my cock firmly up her ass. She held me by the cock and I knew it. It was time to go that last step.

I began slowly with a smooth and full length rhythm of pumping my cock in and out of her tight back door. I timed the pumping of my fingers in her pussy similarly for a time, and then alternately for awhile thereafter. The confusion and uncertainty of the next sensation kept the lustful delight at maximum intensity and we both were running on pure adrenaline.




An Adventure at the Office



We managed a couple of minutes like this before inevitable the explosions erupted. Two volcanoes let go at once, moans and stabs of hips at each other's sex occurred simultaneously, serving only to further each other's experience. We began to buck and fuck harder, the initial throws of orgasm coming to us both at once. I could feel her hands suddenly find my balls hanging down below her ass and just above the table. She grabbed them and pulled them to incite me to penetrate even deeper. We came in a bursting cloud of passion and desire that I could not remember ever equaling. Our juices mixed and slicked us down and pulled us tighter together. The connection was complete. There was nothing else in the world but the two of us experiencing the absolute ultimate in pleasure. It was a fantasy cum true.



An Adventure for Them Both



"The planning on this latest adventure had to go just perfectly," Rachel thought to herself. If Michael was to find out she had schemed to create this diversion he would be very upset with her. "The trick to making this believable was to have it come together," no pun intended, as Rachel giggled to herself, "naturally", she thought. Of course, finding just the right participants in this little fantasy was going to make it earth-shatteringly sexy.

Rachel and Michael had been married now for 5 years, and let's face it, sex had begun to be a routine. Remember the old joke about the pennies in the jar? Well, sex had become a once-a-week-on-Saturday-nights….boring and routine. For months now Rachel had worked on this particular scenario, going over every single nuance and set-up. She had also spent a long time picking out the partner she wanted with her. His name was Gary and he worked with Rachel in the Medical Center downtown. He, too, was a physical therapist; very active, single and just the kind of man Rachel enjoyed. Gary was 6'2" with broad shoulders, dark ebony skin, big hands and long legs. She honestly thought he would complement Michael, who at 6'6", dark hair, deep tan, and beautiful blue eyes was a sight to behold. Many a morning Rachel would awake before Michael and watch him sleeping, amazed that someone so beautiful, both inside and out, was hers to treasure.

Looking at the clock, Rachel realized it was already 3:30 and Gary would be at the house very shortly. Michael would be home by 5:00 and she wanted him to walk in and see his wife, his very proper, lady-wife, being fucked… and fucked hard by a black man. Rachel was almost delirious at the look she knew would cross her husband's face. Rachel started at the sound of the doorbell and a small smile curved her mouth, causing her dimples to deepen in her cheeks. Walking slowly to the door she opened it and leaned against the frame, openly running her eyes over Gary. He, in turn, couldn't seem to take his eyes off of Rachel…admiring her long, auburn hair, big green eyes, her 36DD tits, upthrust with nipples that were pink as cherries, her small waist curving down to an ass that seemed made for a man's hands on it and her long, long legs. Rachel was wearing a long, satin nightgown with wide straps that crossed against her naked back and a slit up the side to the top of her thigh. When she moved aside to allow him entry, Gary could see the shadow of her pussy.

"Damn, girl, you weren't joking. I've been watching you for months and jacking off in the bathroom at work, thinking of your tight, how pussy caressing my cock."

"Well, I hope you haven't been too "energetic" today….you're going to need your strength, and then some!" Rachel said with a smile.

As they walked back to the bedroom, Rachel made sure the living room light was on and the front door was unlocked….she didn't want Michael to waste any time in getting to the bedroom. Since he had no idea what lay in wait for him, she didn't want her husband, her lover, her best friend to miss anything…..absolutely anything!!

Gary followed her into the bedroom and swung her into his arms, sliding his hands down her sides and cupping her ass in his big hands. Rachel could feel his cock beginning to grow against her stomach and she trembled, knowing that her own fantasy and desires were going to be fulfilled. He began kissing her, sliding his tongue in to entwine with hers, all the while running his hands up and down her sides, cupping her ass. Rachel twined her arms around his neck, going up on tip-toes and rubbing her pussy against the burgeoning bulge in his pants. "Oh God, Gary… you feel so huge and hard!" Rachel removed his shirt as Gary slid his hands under her gown and removed it over her head. "Damn, Rachel….I knew you were hot, but you've got a body to fucking kill for!!!"

Sucking on his mouth and tongue, Rachel unbuttoned his jeans and reached her hand in to grasp his cock. It must have been 9" long and very thick. Taking a moment to look at what her hands could feel, she gasped at the beauty of the cock she held. Uncircumcised, it was huge and hard…pulsing in her grasp. Bending over, Rachel couldn't resist licking the head of it and sliding her mouth down to envelop this cock. Feeling bolder, Gary, ran his hands down to her pussy and began to circle her lips, wetting his fingers with her juices and rubbing her lips and lightly stroking her clit. Feeling as if her legs would give way, Rachel grasped Gary by the hand and led him to the king-sized bed. Laying him down, Rachel climbed between his legs and put her mouth back to work. Sucking slowly, she alternated her sucking with grasping the base of his cock in one hand and jerking him off while using her other hand between her own legs, stuffing as many fingers as she could into her pussy. She loved the feel of his cock, sliding in and out of her mouth, running her tongue over the head, sucking slowly and then faster and faster, feeling his nuts tighten.

"Uhhhhh….oh yeah, bitch, suck my cock. Lick it… it likes you, white bitch. You fucking cunt….make me cum….uhhhh, ummmm, oh baby, yeah just like that. Oh, here it comes, I'm going to cum. Ohhhhh…. yeah, bitch, swallow it you cunt…. ohhhhhh… uhhhhhh…. ummmmmm….OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 

Rachel swallowed every last drop of cum that shot from his big, black cock… loving the taste of it running down her throat. When his cock was limp and slipped from between her lips, she slid up his chest and straddled his face. Looking down at Gary, Rachel met his eyes, smiled, winked and said "You want to eat my pussy, don't you? I want to feel your tongue inside me, I want to cum on your face." Gary just pulled her more firmly onto his mouth and began licking her in long, slow strokes. Rachel could hear how wet she was…she could feel Gary licking and swallowing her fluid as it ran into his mouth. She reached down, grasped Gary's hands and placed them on her tits. His big hands began plucking her nipples, twisting them, making her bite down on her bottom lip, whimpering from the pleasure. Beginning to hump her pussy against Gary's mouth, Rachel heard a noise in the door and turned to look, knowing what she would see.

Michael stood in the doorway, still holding his briefcase, and drank in the sight of his gorgeous wife, straddling the face of her co-worker…her very black co-worker….as Michael's cock began to rise and thrust against the front of his pants. "Hi honey, you're home," Rachel said with a smile. At that point, Gary started sucking strongly on her clit, tweaking and pulling on her nipples as she bucked against his mouth and chin, grinding her pussy into his face. "Jesus, don't stopGary…I'm going to cum. OH..YES…. OHMIGOD…. FUCK… SUCK MY CLIT…. MAKE ME CUM…. OHHHHHH….. SHIT…. I'M COMING… I'M COMING… OHHHHHHH" Never in all the years that Rachel had known Michael had she seen him get so hard so fast as when he watched his wife come on Gary's face, watching her knees give out as she slumped down lying sideways, watching Gary savor the juices that still ran down his throat. In 2 minutes Michael had his clothes off and was on the bed, between Rachel's legs, thrusting into her and wrapping her thighs around his waist.

"Oh baby, you feel so good. You're hot, tight, wet… your pussy is so juicy. God, I can't wait to watch Gary pump you full of cum."

"Michael, lover…. Fuck me hard, babe! Oh, yeah, Oh God… you get me so hot, so fast! Oh My God… Oh Fuck… OHHHH! Keep pounding, lover… Harder… Faster…. Deeper… Oh Shit… Yes Yes Yes!!!"

As Michael hovered over her, pumping, straining, thrusting, pounding himself into her, curling his hands around her shoulders to hold her in place for his deep, powerful thrusts, Gary placed her hand around his cock and said "C'mon Rachel jerk me off… I want to come on your face. I want your husband to watch you make me come. Yeah, baby, just like that… tighter, faster…yeah….yeah…OH…yeah" Rachel knew it was only moments for Michael, she could hear his breathing, the harshness of it. Her legs were on his shoulders and he was pounding her pussy, she could feel him at the mouth of her womb. Feeling her own orgasm beginning, Rachel's pussy sucked her husband's cock while her hand flew along the length of Gary's.

"Rachel, oh god, Baby, I'm coming, honey! OHHH…YEAH…DAMN YOUR TIGHT…OH GOD…YES…I'M COMING…OH GOD..I'M COMING"

"That's it, Rachel, make me cum. Your hand feels so good! Watching your white hand on my big, black cock. Oh yeah, I'm coming… I'm coming" Gary shouted!

Rachel, feeling Michael spewing inside her and Gary's cum shooting on her chest and tits, felt her inner muscles swell and contract and came with a scream, groaning her ecstacy into her husband's neck as he lay on her.

Looking around, Rachel could see Michael, still sprawled heavily on top of her and Gary slumped contentedly against the headboard and gave a small smile of satisfaction. She knew it wouldn't take long for these 2 men to revive and she was looking forward to the rest of the evening. "Who knows?" she thought, "maybe I'll write about more of this??"



An Adventure in Gay Paree



I had most rewarding day while touring Paris recently.....taking Metro Line 2 to "Pigalle", walking around Montmartre, then strolling down Blvd De Clichy toward the Moulin Rouge. This street abounds with sex shops, xxx movies, etc. I toured the Musee d' Erotica, which has a most impressive collection of very graphic porn spread over 4 floors, from all over the world.....something for every taste and persuation, for sure. I covertly played with my rising penis as I took in the hot exhibits, hoping that I might connect with a like-minded fellow traveller, but no such luck that particular day. These exhibits are real hard-on makers.

Afterward spending a most enjoyable two hours in the museum, I walked out onto Blvd De Cichy, and immediately zero'd in on the Altas xxx movie house down the street. I decided to check it out, entered, and paid 7.50 Euros (equiv to $12). It was a rather sleazy sit-down theater, dark as hell, but finally my eyes adjusted to the din, and I observed dozens of horny guys spread around the theater in various seats.....most jacking off. Every so often one would get up and walk into a dark area to the left thru a curtain....hmmm - figured that must be where the action must be. 

I cast about for a likely partner, and finally decided to sit a seat away from a nice looking young, black guy in Nike sweats, who was slowly masturbating a huge, glistening hard on....clearly discernable in the lightglow from the screen. God, what a great looking penis!! We immediately reached for each other's cocks, and slowly stroked each other for awhile. I took a hit from my bottle of fresh "Rush" poppers, offered it to him, and he took a sniff up both nostrils too. That put me on fire....hadn't gotten off in almost a week of vacation, and my desire to give (and get) head had become quite intense! 

I sank to my knees and started sucking him off. It was the "perfect" mouthful...stiff as a board, sticking straight up, nice cut head, and I'd guess a good eight+ inches. He started humping upwards into my mouth as I orally pumped up and down on his dick. I could feel it twitch in my mouth against my tongue as I sucked him off. After a few minutes of this opening act, he suggested we head over to our left thru the curtain....and who was I to object. We broke off, zipped up, and I followed him thru the curtain into what was a totally pitch black men's room. Couldn't see a damn thing, so had to literally feel my way to make sure I didn't trip on anything or bump into anyone. I was an erotic experience in itself....like being blind, with all other senses acutely aroused. I got back on my knees, took another hit of poppers, dropped my pants to my ankles, and resumed giving my blow job. 

I find that being in that supplicant position on my knees in front of a guy to be a huge turn on...like being an altar boy sucking off a priest (one of my favorite adolescent masturbation fantasies). I could tell he was getting close to orgasm.....but he pulled away, and I sensed that he didn't want to cum in my mouth for some reason (and maybe there was good cause for that - which I appreciate). I then started jacking him off, and in no time, he moaned loudly, shuttered, and ejaculated.... spurting an absolutely huge cumload all over my hand and onto the tile wall and floor. He just kept spurting and spurting...damn - what a load!!!! I wiped my cum-covered hand in the front of my white cotton underpants..as a souvenier for later enjoyment (I enjoy masturbating while licking out cum-crusted briefs on my face). We bade our goodbyes, and he faded into the darkness. It was strange not being able to fully communicate in this foreign country....I speak only a few popular words of "tourist" French.

I adjourned back to the seats, with my hard cock poking straight out of my open fly. There was enough ambient light from the movie to see fairly well, so my intentions were pretty obvoius to anyone looking. I sat in the front row for awhile, took out my small bottle of "Astroglide", and started jacking off as I watched the flick (which was man-on-woman, and pretty graphic). I looked down the row and noticed this well-dressed younger guy in a light sport coat sitting against the wall...he was masturbating too, and looking at me invitingly. I slid down the row of seats and sat next to him. He whispered "Bon Jour", I did the same. Then I reached over and took his stiff penis in my hand, and started jacking him off with a slow handjob....he immediately did the same to me. This went on for a few minutes.

Then he reached into his coat pocket, took out a tissue, wiped off my lubed cock, leaned over, and started sucking me off.....it was heavenly. I took a few hits of poppers, he declined my offer of some, then I pulled out of his mouth, got on my knees, and pulled his pants and briefs to his ankles, and reciprocated by giving him a very enthusiastic blow job on my knees. He kicked off his shoes, pants, and underpants, then spread wide to give me full access to his cock, balls and asshole. He was going wild with pleasure as I sucked his dick, his balls and tongued his asshole (all of which were very clean). He was hunched down on his seat with his equipment nicely positioned for easy access. Took another hit from my brown bottle, and I was now on a mission to extract a big load of cum from this guy,....and he certainly seemed more than willing to accomodate. As I bobbed up and down on his penis, I inserted my lubed finger up his asshole, while he humped up from his seat to meet each of my head pumps.....he was equally turned on. Pretty soon he was grunting loudly. I began to notice that we had attracted a crowd in the adjacent seats....mostly older guys, all watching and enjoying the show. 

He suddenly arched up, and held still as he climaxed into my mouth.....I felt, and tasted, his sperm jetting onto my tongue....and this guy must not have cum for days, because it was a very intense and large ejaculation of sperm. I could feel his cum spurt in my mouth, also his anal spincters pulsating around my finger in perfect time with his cum spurts. About the same time I saw two other guys, who had been jacking off, shoot on the floor. It was like being in a porn movie. It took the two of us a good 5 minutes to come down from our cloud nine, and stop beathing hard. What grand sex!!!!

But, I still hadn't gotten off, so I continued to prowl the theater. In the very back of the balcony, I noticed someone on his knees giving head to an older gentleman, who was, quite obviously, having the time of his life. When I got closer, I saw that the guy on his knees was a fully-dressed transvestite, complete with wig, make-up, heels, hose, etc. Pretty soon the older guy started thrashing around and came in his/her mouth....and she took it all and swallowed it all down with an audible gulp. The older guy, immediately zipped up, thanked the guy, and left....leaving me in the adjoining seat, cock in hand. The CD seemed relatively uninterested in me for some reason, but didn't seem to mind when I reached up her dress and stroked her hose, garter belt and lacey panties. I was jacking off. I expected to feel a hard cock, but he had tucked beneath him somehow....I could feel no noticable bulge. I soon tired to this, and went on to greener pastures, since this guy showed no interest in sucking me off....go figure? I really needed to get off at that point.

I walked around the theater a little more, when I discovered a stairway leading down to a lower level. At the bottom, I found yet another theater, a bit smaller, but just as active. I sat down and jacked off awhile, having relubed my cock....which was getting uncomfortably sore with all the attention it had been getting. At some point you can't rub your cock anymore without it getting raw....and I had reached that stage. I checked out the exit stairs (marked "sortie), which was dimly well lit, and found a whole bunch of guys standing around this twosome.....one was a young guy on his knees - barely 21 I'd guess, baseball cap turned backwards, giving very nice head to a much bigger, and equally young guy, leaning up against the wall. The bigger kid seemed to be in a trance-like state of pleasure. You could clearly see the big kid's large, stiff penis as the other kid's mouth slid up and down on it.....with his saliva making it glisten in the dim light. 

It was a truly erotic spectacle, and all in the crowd were masturbating as they watched. In a few minutes, you could tell that this big guy was getting real close to cumming, so did the young cocksucker, as he quickened his mouth strokes. The big kid came, gangbusters, into the other kid's mouth, just as three other onlookers shot-off on the stairs. It was a genuine "cumathon". When the big kid zipped up and split, I slid over and took his place against the wall in front of the young guy. I took a hit of poppers, the kid did too. He seemed pleased with the new hard cock that had just been presented to him. I dropped my pants, and the kid leaned forward and gave me one of the best blow jobs I've had in months....to the combined pleasure of the dozen of so onlookers that were still hanging around, jacking off. I humped in and out of the kid's mouth for the benefit of our audience, and it didn't take like long......I came like a racehorse, arching as I did with a loud groan. The kid took it all, gulping down my sperm as I spurted in his mouth. A bunch of guys, cheered, and quickened their strokes, and I watched as 3 or 4 ejaculated onto the stairs in nice ropey cumspurts. What a trip!

By that stage, I was getting sweaty and exhausted. I pulled up my pants, and went back into the theater, just to sit and recover. After I orgasm, especially one as intense as this, my libido falls off dramatically, and this was no exception. It wasn't until about four hours later, after a nice lunch at a Montmartre bistro, that my desire returned....but that's another whole story. 

Damn, Paris is a great town!!!!



An Adventure in Hyde Park



It was after a long day shopping that he suggested we get a picnic and head to Hyde park, I had been shopping fro clothes all day, and the majority of our time was spent in sex shops buying new underwear and toys, and I knew Jason was horny as hell, a few times whilst shopping he had stood behind me and rubbed his hard cock against the cheeks of my arse.

I too was also gagging for it and thought the idea of a picnic sounded just fine,

The sun was beating down on us and I could feel the warmth exaggerating the heat between my legs.

We walked to the café and I suggested I go get some food while he popped into the pub to grab us a drink.

Jason was waiting for me when I got out with our picnic and he had a wicked grin on his face, a grin that only I knew meant he wanted sex, he wanted it now and it was going to be rough!

We made our way along the path by the river to find a secluded spot somewhere, it was blistering heat, so I took my top off, as I was wearing nothing underneath I got quite a few approving looks, and I knew this turned Jason on, I proudly carried myself and smiled to all the faces that where drawn to my beauty.

A nice spot behind a tree was where we finally set up camp, as I got the sandwiches out of the bag and laid out the other food I had brought I saw Jason getting out of his jeans, which left him in just a pair of black boxers, well why not, they could almost pass as shorts.

We ate and chatted and talked about the things we had brought that day and how much he wanted a modeling show when we got back home, I agreed readily and the wetness between my legs agreed with me too, I was dying to feel him slip his huge cock into me and take me roughly from behind.

I tried to shake off these thoughts as he started a more serious conversation about work, I groaned at him and told him I didn’t want to talk about it, I was having trouble finding new clients for my beauty products and business was bad, but this was our weekend and I was not going to drag work problems into it “honey cant we talk about something else, I'm fed up with work and I just need to relax” I saw his mouth curve up at the edges at the word “relax”

“Well if you want to relax, why don’t you lay down and just chill out babe,” I nodded and settled down in the cool grass; Jason moved over to me and lifted my head so it was resting in his lap. My mouth was so close to him it was driving me mad, and I think he knew it! I could smell him and it was making my juices run, but I couldn’t do anything about it, not now it would have to wait till we got home.

I closed my eyes and tried to think about something else, Jason was propped up against the tree with my head in his lap and as hard as I tried I couldn’t think about anything else apart from sliding my lips over that huge cock that was laying inches from my mouth.

As I closed my eyes and started to relax I heard Jason spouting off some poetry, he’s really into that sort of stuff, he studied English literature at college and knew many pieces off by heart, I liked it when he read to me, and His voice was soothing and calmed me.

I must have fallen asleep because as I woke it was slightly cooler and the air felt good over my naked breasts, my nipples where standing erect and I felt slightly embarrassed, wondering who had seen Jason and I like this.

I looked up and saw that Jason too was asleep, the light was fading and I guessed it was about 9 pm I looked over at his watch and found it to be 9.50 pm, no wonder it was cooler now, there was no one around, well not as far as I could see anyway.

Jason woke up with a start and looked around dazed, I smiled up at him and gave him a cheeky look as I could feel the now rock hard tool pressed into my shoulder, he took a quick glance around and pointed out that we were on our own in the park now, “maybe we scared them all off with our snoring” I chuckled, Jason snores very loudly and I know anyone walking by must have heard him.

He stretched his arms above his head and looked down to see my perfect erect nipples

Standing proud, I closed my eyes threw my arms above my head as if to surrender to him and stuck my firm round breasts towards him, enticing him to touch me, kiss me just make contact with me! I was so hot for him and the hard bulge in his shorts was proof he was hot for me too. I must have been so into what I was doing as I wasn’t even worried about people seeing us if they were to walk past, all I cared about was Jason playing with my hard nipples, it would be at least 30 minutes to get home and I knew I couldn’t wait that long.

He must have read my mind, he ran his fingers along my body, up from my belly button and across the flesh under my breasts, circling them lightly, the feelings are intense and I small gasp comes from me, he quickly moves his attention to my nipples, running his fingers over them, then pinching them roughly, the shock of that sends waves of pleasure to my pussy and the heat down there is amazing.

I groan as his fond lings become rougher and Jason bends down over me to take one of my nipples into his mouth, he flicks his tongue over my left nipple as my hand moves to his hot cock that is buried in his shorts wanting release, begging to be touched, I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh and his legs parted for me to easily slip my hand under his shorts to fondle the monster that needed so much attention, I pulled it out, and Jason looked about, worried that summon would see us, I assured him that no one was around and as he nodded in agreement I kissed the tip of his rod, he started paying attention to my right nipple now but I pushed his hand down, he played with the tight form skin on my stomach, and ran his hands over my thighs and down my legs, Jason was a dreadful tease, but I loved it, it made me even hotter.

I kissed every inch of his meat before gently and slowly sliding him into my mouth, he felt enormous and his veins where standing out, I was surprised he hadn’t cum already, he felt like he was about to explode, I sucked him deep and slow making sure I covered every part of him with my tongue, licking and sucking on his balls, gently scraping my nails across his back, as I took him back into my mouth I felt his fingers parting my pussy lips, I felt the wetness there gush out and he let out a small moan as he slid his fingers inside me without any resistance, I thrust my hips up to allow him to get deep inside me, suddenly feeling very nervous that summon was watching I glanced around and was shocked and deeply surprised at what I saw peering out from behind a tree, it seemed as we were getting busy pleasuring each other, someone else was busy pleasuring themselves as they watched us!

For some strange reason this didn’t shock me, I was so turned on I actually found it quite erotic that he found us sexy, I turned back to Jason quickly so as not to let the stranger know I had seen him, he was harmless after all and all I could think abut was getting Jason’s huge cock inside me. I kissed Jason passionately and knelt up before him, I played with my firm breasts and proceeded to work my pussy the way he had been doing just moments before, He motioned me closer to him with one finger and as I stood up, I made sure our friend behind the tree got a good look at my breasts and my neatly shaved pussy. I moved so that I was inches from Jason’s face and he grabbed my hips and moved me into him, he slid his tongue around my pussy and started furiously licking at my clit, the feelings off my first orgasm where building and I thrust my face closer to him all the while I was pinching my nipples, and running my hands over my body, I hoped that the guy behind the tree was enjoying it and maybe a part of me hoped that I would get caught and that’s why I was putting on such a show.

As the feelings of my orgasm overtook me I let out a cry and clenched my lovers head between my legs holding onto the tree for support.

As my moaning died down, Jason stood up and pushed me up against the tree, I lent forward and steadied myself, making sure that we were in perfect view of our watcher.

I felt the head of his cock at my hot pussy and pushed back against him so that the head of his cock slid into me, I was so wet I felt a rush of juice dribble down my thigh, Jason clasped my hips and drove his cock hard into me, almost knocking me off my feet! I half cry of pleasure half scream of pain was emitted from my lips, he took hold of me and started to pump furiously into my hot swollen sex, I knew Jason was horny, but never had he been this rough before, I liked it, it was almost as if he wanted me so badly he had to be rough to prove his manhood.

I managed to stay upright by gripping the tree, and if it hadn’t of been for his hands around my waist I would have ended up on the floor. he started talking dirty to me, loudly! And I was worried that the guy watching would hear him calling me his little tart and how he wanted me to model the underwear, and show him how to use all the toys I had brought, I moaned as I felt another orgasm building and clenched my pussy muscles around his hard cock, this sent him over the edge and he started moaning and groaning, I knew he wouldn’t be long before he came and I couldn’t wait to be filled up with his creamy load.

Jason pumped into me a few more times and uttered a loud cry as he flooded me with his seed, just as he pumped out his juicy load I had another enormous orgasm that actually brought me to my knees. He was slumped over me panting heavily in my ear, as I recovered I remembered the guy! I quickly looked up to see him shoving his limp cock into his pants while rushing down the path away from us, he looked back to see if he had been caught, and I gave him a huge smile, he knew he had been rumbled and looked dreadfully embarrassed, Jason turned round and saw the guy jogging down the path, He stood up and pulled on his boxers and jeans, he knew I had seen him too so I hurriedly said “look! He must have been watching us”…” I know” replied Jason “I saw him there before we even started, I think he was admiring your tits”

I smiled up at him, ran my hands over my breasts “yeah they are nice aren’t they!”

Too right they are, you should have seen all the people looking at you while you where asleep, even had a few offers for a threesome! 

The smile on his face told me that he wasn’t joking, Shame I had fallen asleep really, who knows the guy behind the tree might have been lucky enough to participate and not just watch.



An Adventure in Masturbation



As a creative writer, I look for things either in my own life or in someone else's and I twist them every which way, creating an original piece of work from my imagination; that's what creative writers do. But once in a while, it's wise to reflect on one's personal life, without changing what really happened, in order to make sure that insanity hasn't taken over completely. This story is exactly one of those reflections on something very embarrassing, but humorous, that happened to me recently.

I think in cycles, as I believe most of us human beings do. What I mean is my thought processes are similar to that of a woman's menstruation cycle. There are ups and downs, and hot flashes along the way. That being said, one day I was in my down portion of the cycle and decided, after having a long, internal dispute about how filthy a person can be, that I would not look at photos of nude women or masturbate for a while. It was a test of endurance, addiction, and temptation. 

The first three days of this test were very successful. I was able to go without so much as looking at a woman in a bikini nor touching my penis (except when urinating, of course). I thought I was doing well. 

On day four, I started to have very hard erections for no apparent reason, simply because my penis missed its routine of every other night. I felt a little horny and began to look at pictures of clothed women (some not very) on websites where you rate how hot they are. I survived yet another long day without any filthy habits returning.

Days five through nine became gradually harder and harder on me, as I became frustrated and hornier every hour. My penis was as hard as it had been in a long time. I started to rub my penis a little, but did not pump at it, as pumping would be masturbation.

On day ten, I began to figure out ways to get as close to my habits as I could without actually doing them. I was cheating my own system. I was looking at women in bikinis and underwear, and finding ways to please my penis without making it function. Day eleven was much of the same. I became very grouchy.

My personal hopes were that I would last at least two weeks, but I was not expecting such a bad day as day twelve. I woke up on day twelve as cranky as could be because I was not releasing the hormones that had been released on a regular basis before. I went to the workplace pissed off and somewhat sickly-looking, and due to my shyness and some other circumstances, an event there made me very angry at myself. I came home steaming, and immediately took a nap.

When I awoke, my anger has dissolved, but I was as horny as ever. My penis was sticking up from under the comforter, holding it up like it was a tent. I rubbed it a little, then decided that because of the stress of the day I'd had, I was going to end half of my arrangement and begin to look at pictures of naked women again, little did I know that I would end the entire thing in a few hours. 

After a good stint of porno, my young, curious mind became active, and I had decided that since my penis was the hardest I thought I'd ever seen it, I was going to take a picture of it with my digital camera. This meant that I had to bend the rules a little and pump it between photos to keep it up. I told myself, "Okay, I am not masturbating. I am only doing this for the photo shoot and nothing else. The resistance continues when I finish taking pictures."

I set my digital camera up and took some test shots using my pointer finger to get a good figure of where to point the lens. After I could not find a suitable aim, I decided I would have to take them while I sit on my bed. So, I put up a picture of a gorgeous, young, dishwater-blonde MILF I'd taken a snapshot of from her web cam earlier on my computer screen as a stimulant, pulled my pants down, and sat on my bed with my camera.

I pumped my penis a little, just to get rid of the limpness and took my first picture. I failed to aim correctly, so my penis was not in the photo at all. Thinking of a better angle, I pumped my penis again and tried another shot. This time, I was able to get my shaft, but nothing else. I became a little frustrated.

I decided to go for a quick-shooting method where I would just take pictures quickly while I kept pumping a little. So, I looked at the computer screen, thought about how I'd like that MILF to take the picture for me, and began to pump away with my left hand as my right hand floated around my crotch, shooting a picture or two.

All of a sudden, I felt the familiar feelings of a ready-to-burst orgasm. I thought nothing of it at first, as in the past I was always able to feel the pre-entertainment of an orgasm. I knew it had to be just getting ready to fire. I kept pumping, looked at the screen, and took another picture. 

Before I knew it, I felt the beautiful feeling of my cum moving up my shaft to make its big finale, but this time it wasn't too beautiful. I didn't want to cum, and I wasn't supposed to be ready. Had I been so horny for so long without relief that my system was working overtime and ready to fire all its ammo with just a few measly pumps?

Knowing that this could be trouble, I threw my camera on the bed, covered the tip of my penis with my left hand, and squeezed hard on my shaft with my right hand. This was all systems go, and I was firing, whether I wanted to or not. 

Just as I figured out my right hand couldn't stop it and I moved it forward to help my left hand cover the tip, I felt the warm ooze jet forward with tremendous pressure on the palm of my left hand. So much came with the first burst that even with the response of my right hand, some dripped onto the carpet below. I did the only things I could do: made sure I wasn't making any distinctive noise, let the multiple bursts of cum fill my hands, and enjoyed the long-anticipated orgasm. 

When it finally finished and my body settled, I knew that my hands were holding a lake of my juice. I knew that some of it had dripped onto the carpet. But my biggest concern was that with the emergency orgasm, I might have been heard breathing hard or even pumping in the next room. Being my young age and living with family is a maximum sexual frustration. I couldn't worry about that, though, because cum stains things.

I needed my hands, so I had no other options but to wipe all my goodness off on my underwear. I literally drenched those boxers when I had finished wiping. Then, I had to act on the carpet. To my advantage, it was white carpet, so a cum stain wouldn't be very distinctive, but I still didn't want it to stain. I had to do what I had to do, and I bent over, licked what I could up and wiped at it with my boxers. I don't mind tasting myself, but being forced in such a way isn't sexy at all. 

I learned, in what could have been a very embarrassing situation, what premature ejaculation is. After cleaning myself and changing my underwear, I was feeling very guilty and kind of mad at myself again, so I deleted the pictures, whom none were very good, and went to bed. I'm just glad no one was there to see that; one of my lowest moments ever. Still, that hard-on and that orgasm are both for the record books.