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The Plot

By: Andrea Stevens



1999

It was Diwali night... Almost all our relatives dropped by for a celebration. We had wine, beers and liquors. It was five years since I met all my relatives. To be honest, I did not know some of them. Aunt Chandra looked very sexy in her miniskirt and sleeveless blouse. Rayvathi, my sister was in her long gown serving drinks to our guests. Music was all the way. We danced and talked about our flash back. Due to the heavy alcohol consumption, everybody started to mumble and laughed over it. Mom and dad did not let me have much of alcohol, as I was still aware of what was going on.

It was late night and some of my relatives left. Fortunately (for me) Chandra had a lot of drinks and she randomly picked a room to sleep. Well that was my room! No one knew that she was in my room. I didn't want anyone to know that Chandra was in my room. If my parents knew, they would tell me to sleep in the guestroom or at the living room.

When I was small I had a little crush on Chandra. I used to get a hard-on whenever I see her in her sari that exposes her waist area. Today was much more special, just miniskirt and a sleeveless blouse. This is not India, things here are much more outgoing. The question is what can I do to her? The last time I had sex was two years ago (age 16). Of cause I had no intention of making love with Chandra since she was my dearest aunt. I wanted to touch and kiss her... that's all. Chandra was not old, she is 38 but looked like 28.

I entered in my room as I locked the door. The thought of me touching and kissing had already made my penis stiff. Her perfume was strong. I didn't care about the punishment that I will end up. I quickly got undressed and stood beside her. She laid there flat. I can tell there is no way she's going to wake up. Her bright red lipstick was glowing under my room's dim lights. Her lips were wet inviting me for a taste. My face was getting hot. I looked back to ensure my room was locked. I leaned forward and took her lips with mine. Gently chewing her lips and brushing them several times. Our nose rubbed together. Moving back from her, the lipsticks on her lips were partially gone. That kiss was superb and I never done this in a long time. I went for a second round and there was no reaction from my aunt. I kissed her more and more until our lips were silky. My silky saliva was all over her mouth. I can say that this kiss was definitely more than the accumulated kiss that her husband had given her over the years.

Yet I was not satisfied. Why don't I proceed a little further? I suggested to myself. Nervously I placed my palm on her breast. I made a gentle squeeze. Soft and full was the answer given by my palm. I did that again with both breasts beneath my palms. Her narrow cleavage was giving me the idea to find what's inside there. This is my only chance to see Chandra naked! I compromise myself. The next minute, her blouse was undone exposing her white bra. I lifted her body a little and took off her bra and her blouse. Wow! I can't believe what I saw. Her dark brown nipples were big and thick. She had a medium sized breasts for a 5'5 footer. Her light brown skin was so smooth. Her stomach was flat although she had two kids.

I rolled my tongue over her eraser nipples and sucked them. I trailed my kissed all the down her belly button. Then I pressed my naked body on hers feeling the heat. Her breasts crushed against mine and no response from her. I kissed her some more and rubbed my penis on her miniskirts. My semen trailed all the way on her miniskirt. My kisses became more passionate and I started to pour my cum on her miniskirt. Well it's too late but I regretted for doing a thing like to my aunt. The amount of cum I poured on her was unbelievable. I thought of suicide when I saw my cum sank down her miniskirt to her panties. It is definitely obvious to her when she wakes up.

Feeling scared and guilty I started to remove her miniskirt to dry it underneath the fan and to spray some perfume. I didn't know if was a good idea or not but I just removed it from her. Her white panties was soaked with my cum on the pubic hair region. This is really bad... I looked at Chandra to see if she was still in dreamland. The smell of my sperm was emitting from her and I knew I was in big trouble. The next minute, her panties was also removed. Her vagina was completely exposed. My aunt was totally naked. Her public hairs was moist with my cum. Her vulva was also moist with the mixture of both our cum. Her natural womanhood smell was making me in trance. I just tossed aside her miniskirt and panties.

All my frightening thoughts were gone. I didn't know what went into me. I went down and sucked her vulva and tasted her juice. It was not actually a suck but a mixture of kiss and suck. The taste was weird but I continued. I traced my tongue along the length of her slit while my nose made small circles on her clit. Her smell was strong and I was enjoying it. I trust my tongue into her slit and felt a different texture inside her slit. It was warm, slippery and the taste was much nicer and lighter yet sharp. I crushed my mouth on her vagina and sucked her. Chandra made a few moans but she had no idea. Her legs came closer as they touched the sides of my ear. Her vagina swelled and I chewed until I made bubbles with her cum and my saliva. Naturally my penis got it's strength like before.

What I was doing was wrong. The thought of me having intercourse was giving more strength. I moved from her. I just looked at her for a moment. Thinking if I should go for it. Without any second thought I laid on top of her feeling the length of her body against mine. Never that I have imagined, she was warm and smooth. My penis brushed against her pubic hair. I did not have any condoms and I did not want to. She can still get pregnant if I go on like this, I thought for myself. I let my body a little lower until the tip of my slippery penis was positioned on her slit. With the guidance of my right hand, I position the tip a little lower on her slit and brought up my body higher. Gradually my penis slip into her vagina. I felt warm and moist inside her. My whole length of my penis was inside her. I began to rock slowly and took the caution not to wake her. I promised myself for only a few strokes and then make sure not to cum inside her.

I continued rocking and increased my tempo. I started kissing her and gave her hard trusts until I shot my load inside her. Jerked and jerked letting out every single drop of sperm inside her. I didn't know I could generate a huge amount of sperm for the second time. With that huge amount of sperm she could even have twins. It's time for some patch up, I told myself. I got off from her and started to put on her bra and her blouse. I forced myself to make sure she was fully in dress. I didn't care about drying her panties. I took her panties and put it on for her. Before I pulled up to her waist, I saw my cum coming off from her slit. I just ignored and continued her miniskirt. Quietly I (after getting dressed) left the room and head to the living room.

The next morning (7.30am) mom and dad went to work as usual since they could not get any leaves. Lucky for me, they did not ask me why I was sleeping in the hall. They had no idea Chandra was still around. Suddenly mom came in back and woke me.

"Is Chandra in your room?... her car is outside"

I froze for a moment. "Y-yeah...", I shivered. "So that is why you're sleeping here." She smiled. "In that case just tell her that I called for her", mom smiled again and left. That was a big relieve for me.

Two hours later, I heard something from my room. My aunt was awake. I quickly went upstairs hiding. She came from my room and looks like she was in tears. She ran into her car and drove away.

She was never to be heard again. Mom was a little curious of why aunt Chandra (her sister) never replied her calls. I felt guilty but I had no choice than just to be quiet. I should consider lucky that aunt Chandra never reveal anything. I'm sure she knows that I'm the one behind all this. If she would have reveal, I might end up in prison and family life will be ruin. To be honest, I will never forget every moment that I made love to her. It's like I had her to myself and explored every detail of her.

Two months later I got the news that aunt Chandra was pregnant. Was it my child? I don't know... I prayed to god for forgiveness if she is pregnant because of me. "I'm truly sorry aunt Chandra"...

Chandra and Rayvathi are not the real name of the character.

The Plug



I was lying in bed the other night. It was 1am and my boyfriend was at work. Unfortunately Steve does security graveyard which leaves me home by myself. Most of the time when Steve is working I find it very difficult to sleep. I usually wind up staring at the ceiling just thinking until I drift off. I get more rest when he gets home in the morning than I do during the night.

Finally at 2am I decided to call Steve on the phone. His voice is so comforting and eases me when I am tense. He reminded me that I needed to get some sleep. I finally settled down when I heard him promise that when he got home in the morning he would wake me up "nicely." I know that means he will be sure to take care of both of us before I go to work.

I got to thinking about all of our exciting sexcapades. While I was some what watching the shadows dance on the wall my mind was picturing all the sex toys my amazing boyfriend has bought me.

I remember about six months ago Steve and I drove all around Seattle to find a new adult store. We must have gotten lost about seven times. The whole reason we were going was because I saw this ad in the paper for a free vibrator. With all the anticipation of the night we almost couldn't wait to get home to try out the new toy. It is a good thing Steve was driving home that night. I know if he would have been in the passenger seat he would be teasing me with the new vibrator.

The last toy Steve bought me is by far the best yet. I remember almost every detail of that exciting night.

It started on a night that I was work. Steve was out running errands before he came to pick me up. Thankfully he wasn't working and I had him all to myself. When I was almost done with work I sent Steve a text "Whatcha doing?" His answer, "I went shopping for my baby," got my stomach fluttering. Any time this man goes shopping it is always a good thing. Next thing I know I'm getting a picture message. And much to my surprise, it is a picture of a new butt plug. It is very big and bright red.

On the drive home I got up my nerve to look at the new plug. It was hidden in one of those unnamed black plastic bags that every erotic store uses. It was sitting on the seat between me and Steve. While I was holding the package I was thinking "Oh my god, that's big" and I became a little worried that it wouldn't fit.

The last toy Steve bought me was a smaller size butt plug, and that had been almost two months ago.

In the last two weeks I had been telling Steve that I thought the plug was too small because I was getting comfortable with it. So of course my crazy man went out and bought me this bigger red plug.

The whole drive home I was wondering if I could actually handle a plug that big. I couldn't shake the feeling of the anxious butterflies in my stomach. It seemed like the drive home was taking forever and we only live 15 minutes away from work. By the time we finally made it home my pussy was completely wet. Steve tossed the toy onto the chair, next to the bed, and he began stripping me down. It didn't take him long to get me naked when all I had on was a pair of shorts, a shirt, and a size D bra.

Steve told me, "Get up on the bed, and lay down on your back!"

Steve secured handcuffs around my wrists, and he wrapped the handcuffs around the rope that was tied at the top of the bed. He then tied both my feet down to each corner of the bed with rope. While I was spread eagle lying there I got a rush of excitement. I like being tied up. I was able to watch Steve strip himself naked. My man is 6' 4" and towers over me by a foot. He always has the dark tan and a sexy slim stomach. Just before Steve puts the blindfold on me I get a look at his already hard cock.

One thing about Steve, he loves torturing and teasing. I love when he teases, all the soft touches and caresses all over my body, it sets me on fire. I hate it and love it when he tortures me, getting me so close to the edge it would just take another flick of his tongue to send me over, but instead he stops. I love how I have no control when he decides he will let me orgasm. 

As Steve starts licking my clit I let out a low moan, damn his tongue does everything right. He slides two fingers half way into my already wet pussy. I try everything to push against his hand to get him to go deeper, harder, or faster. I need something other than just halfway with his fingers. I finally resort to begging, and he still denies me. I try letting out a little whimper, like a dog begging for table scraps, and that's when he just pulls his fingers out and stands up abruptly like he might be leaving the room or something.

Then, from out of nowhere he unties the rope from around each ankle. My mind is starting to wonder. He never takes the rope off this soon, it can't be over already. "Roll over" he says, "And get up on your hands and knees." I do what I am told, feeling the wetness just flow from my body as it relaxes knowing that he is nowhere near finished. I move slowly onto my stomach and then up onto my hands and knees.

In a way I am testing Steve just to see if the slow movements get me spanked. There are times I want to be spanked, but I don't ask. I have never really been sure if it was ok to ask for it, instead I do little things that I know will get me spanked. It almost always works.

Steve grabs the vibrator and turns it on full blast. He slides it in slow and shallow. I squirm; I want more, much, much more.

"Crack, Crack, Crack"

More spankings and all because I squirmed. Once on each cheek, and the final was right down the middle. The feel of that sting and that slight burn makes me hotter, wetter, and more excited.

I need more attention that just a vibrator that is partially in. My mind is still not too sure if the new plug will fit. It is worth a try though. I keep reassuring myself that I know if I tell Steve to stop with the plug he will. No questions asked. I wouldn't want to bring the whole night to a halt. Just the plug if it didn't feel good.

I am still unable to see Steve, but I can hear him opening the package containing the new butt plug. Go figure he would be nice enough to go and wash the new toy first. I was trying hard to listen for when he came back into the room. I didn't realize he was standing next to the bed applying lube to the toy until he put some around my hole.

"Do you want me to use the smaller one first?" It was the first thing I heard Steve say. Breathlessly I replied "please." I am so nervous, but more anxious with anticipation. I am now left with a deep need to be fucked.

Steve slid the small plug in my hole just like he had over that last couple of weeks. And just like before I wasn't feeling very much. I could still feel the plug, but it didn't feel tight any more. Steve kept pushing it in and pulling it out for a few minutes. The last time he pulled it all the way out.

When Steve switched toys and first inserted the tip of the new one it felt as if he was still using the smaller plug. I later realized that the tips were the same size. I was about to ask Steve if he was still using the smaller plug when I felt him slide it in further and I could really feel it stretching my hole. Steve was sliding it in really slow, waiting for my reaction and pausing to give me a chance to say stop, if I needed to. At first it hurt a little, but I wasn't about to ask him to stop.

The hurt I felt was in a good way. Like a little pain with a lot of pleasure. It wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it was going to be. When the plug was all the way in Steve decided to let it sit there for a couple of minutes, and it didn't move. My muscles weren't as relaxed as they had been with the smaller toy.

Steve went for the vibrator that was sitting in the bottom drawer of the night stand that sat at the foot of the bed. He turned it on full speed and began fucking me with slow shallow strokes. I loved the feel of the double penetration, but I desperately longed for the feel his dick sliding into my pussy.

I wanted to play with my clit to get some release and by now it was so swollen and hard. The only thing I could do is beg.

"Pleeaaseee untie one of my hands." I got two good spanks for that.

"Babe! Please fuck me or something!" That got me four more spanks and a little reply, "Which hand do you want untied?"

Steve untied my right hand and spanked me several more times because I decided to take the blindfold off too. I might have lost count on how many times he spanked me; my mind was so confused between the pleasure and my nerves becoming over stimulated.

With Steve fucking me with the vibrator, the plug in my ass, and my fingers playing with my clit, I was getting so close. I didn't want to come yet. I knew that with all the torturing that has taken place so far my body wouldn't be able to handle more than one orgasm. I really wanted to cum all over Steve's dick.

"Babe could you please replace the vibrator, I am begging you." There was no other way to ask. I could only hope that this time it wouldn't result in being spanked and instead he would hear it in my voice that I needed him and his erect dick (otherwise known as Trouble). "What would you like instead?" I almost didn't have the words to respond, but I gathered them and a breath to say, "I want Trouble. I need to feel him."

He quickly dropped the vibrator on the floor climbed on the bed in front of me. He brought his dick up to my lips, letting me taste his pre cum. I can't explain why I love the taste so much, but it does taste different. Steve was so hard and that is when I knew he enjoyed watching all my reactions to the new toy. Steve didn't waste any time in assuming his position at the end of the bed behind me. It was a relief to know that I was going to get what I so desperately needed.

Steve shoved Trouble into my pussy and he didn't go slow or try to tease. After only a few thrusts of Steve's dick and my finger working on my clit, I couldn't hold out any longer, I came quick and hard. And I sure as hell wasn't quiet about it. I fell against the bed; I needed the release. When I lifted my head up and looked back at Steve he was taking the new plug out of my ass. I guess he decided he was going to play with it for a minute, pushing it in part way and popping it out just to see how big my hole had been stretched before he finally tossed the new plug to the floor. In a way I didn't really want the plug to be taken out. It felt so good right where it was. It did have to come out so Steve would fuck me good and hard without worrying about hurting me.

Steve once again shoved his dick in my pussy, he put one hand on my hip and the other was pulling my hair. He was fucking me hard. Each thrust going as deep as my pussy would let it. Before I knew it he came. I don't think I have ever felt him cum that quickly before. It made me realize just how turned on he actually was.

Steve finally untied and released my left hand from the handcuffs and we both just leaned back on the bed for 20 minutes. I couldn't move. My legs and knees did not want to work. I literally was fucked out. Steve curled up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't help, but to feel perfectly complete.

I finally made it to the bathroom with all the toys in hand. While I was washing them all off I remember thinking, "It wasn't so big after all. I can't wait until Steve uses this great new toy on me again."

I can't wait to be comfortable enough so Steve can fuck my ass. I want him to have all of me. I look forward to all the great sexcapades I will get to experience with my amazing man.



The Plumber



You and I had just entered the motel room. Driving there, we had been playing; your hand up my skirt; my hand in your pants. We were both ready for something more, anxious, more than ready. Your hand had worked it's magic as always. With fingers as large as some men's cocks and more talented than many, you truly enjoyed teasing me physically, until I was ready to beg for relief. Only my stubbornness prevented me from pleading with you in the car....that, and the knowledge that I would be satiated after our weekend. You were physically different from anyone I had known intimately - tall and muscularly solid, large strong legs. I felt dwarfed beside you. Your handsome face was dominated by piercing blue eyes that sparkled.

I was looking forward to thwarting your long-promised grudge fuck as long as I could - a playful game of wills, so to speak. The mental game we played was as exciting as the physical. I was still bewildered as to how I had gotten myself in this relationship. No one knew. Oh, people knew we were acquaintances, but no one would ever have guessed how well we had come to know each other. We seemed so different. Our encounters were infrequent and I expected each to be the last. You were perceived as so hard, almost callous, very jaded for someone so young, yet in complete control of yourself. 

I am also a control freak. I had to be to survive. I am very 'respectable' having a good career, involved in charities, and my children are not much younger than you. I have been on my own for years, never taking a lover; preferring to devote what time I had to my career and family. I look younger than my age - at least that's what people told me. I keep my hair long and my weight in check, remaining active. 

You grabbed me, quickly shoving your fingers inside my already wet pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp and half a giggle. Interrupted by a knock on the door, you answered it, pulling me to the door with you, removing your hand long enough to turn the doorknob. The plumber was 25-30, blonde, fit, brown eyes. He was shorter than your towering height, but attractive, although I didn't really notice. He had come to fix the drain under the bathroom sink and we let him in. He went right to the bathroom. Opening the vanity doors, dragging out some tools, he knelt on the floor and half disappeared in the vanity.

On the surface, there is nothing to indicate we have anything in common. But you had seen through my exterior shell and lit some long simmering fire within. I am still bewildered how you could have seen through me so clearly. And I constantly struggled to maintain some semblance of control over myself, while totally indulging my always horny body. You play on this and I suspect take great enjoyment when you get the upper hand! 

Out of his view, you resumed your teasing and I tried to pull away, not wanting to be seen or heard by the plumber. You seemed determined to continue - chuckling as I whispered that we should wait. Standing behind me, your left arm wrapped around my waist, your right hand playing with my pussy lips, I could feel you getting harder against my back, as I bit my lip to try to keep quiet. I could feel your fingers working their magic on me, as they slithered in and out. I was so wet and became rather anxious for our uninvited guest to be done. Only when we are totally isolated do I allow my wicked, insatiable side free reign. 

Our plumber made some exclamation and you nudged the door to the bathroom so it would be wider open - still holding me, playing with me...in view of the plumber, if he hadn't been half buried in the vanity! I tried to ease out of sight behind the door, but you held me tightly. It felt so naughty to know we could be caught at any second and I knew you were enjoying my discomfort. I knew you would not allow him to see us, so it was a safe game you were playing, or so I thought. 

You said something to him and he reappeared. He looked at us, half grinning, half embarrassed and apologized for interrupting our evening. You made some comment about how he wasn't interrupting anything, and I saw his eyes looking at where your arm disappeared under my skirt. You must've noticed too because suddenly your fingers renewed their attack and a loud moan escaped me, my knees feeling weak. I tried to turn away, being very uncomfortable with the plumber staring at me, but you wouldn't let me. I was torn between feelings of embarrassment and absolute excitement. I felt safe with you wrapped around me though, and told myself he couldn't SEE anything, even if there was no doubt as to what you were doing. He and you chatted for a bit, as if I weren't even there. Your hand never left my pussy; you were driving me nuts! My excitement was more overpowering than the embarrassment and I tried to keep myself under control, just wanting this stranger to leave to I could push you on the bed and have you inside me. 

You asked him if he liked shaved pussy. I don't remember his response, as I was too shocked at the question. Now mortified, you asked him if he would like to see, telling me to lift my skirt. I refused and you got that look! 

You have this look sometimes - one that is impossible to resist; such determination in your eyes. We have talked about this look. You were unaware of it, until I explained it to you. It wasn't something you used against me consciously; it just was a part of you. You told me again to lift my skirt - more of a command. I complied slowly....I couldn't look at the plumber, lifting my skirt slowly up to my thighs.. All I could see was that look in your eyes, as if they had me hypnotized. I continued raising the skirt, until my clean-shaven mound was visible. I closed my eyes and struggled with the mixed feelings I was having. 

I felt you spread my lips, giving the plumber a good look at my hard, pink clit and the wetness oozing from my pussy. My upper thighs were moist from my juices, glistening in the bright glare from the bathroom light. Silently swearing to myself that I would get even with you for this humiliation, and trying to calm the thudding in my chest, I suddenly heard you telling him he could touch me. My eyes flew open wide! What were you thinking? I quickly tried to pull my skirt down only to feel you grasp me a little tighter, having grabbed the bunched up skirt in your fist. Looking up at you, all I saw were those hard eyes, as you pulled me a little closer - almost like a gentle squeeze of reassurance. There was no question that I wasn't going anywhere. A flashing thought that maybe the plumber was too much of a gentleman to consider your offer was quickly discarded. In the corner of my vision I saw him move closer.

I closed my eyes and felt a finger sliding over my clit, your fingers still holding me open. Trying to back away from his touch as he explored me, only pushed me harder into you and I could feel your cock, now really big and so very hard, in the small of my back. You told me to spread my legs more. I unwillingly complied as I felt a finger slide gently inside of me. You were allowing this stranger rape me with his finger and I was letting you. I was momentarily grateful he was gentle, almost tentative, hoping that one touch and he would stop playing along with your game. Then a second finger entered me and he started to ram them in and out with quite a bit of strength. I could hear the squishing sound as he pumped me and feel my juices flowing freely. Suddenly I felt his tongue and lips on me. I gasped a 'No' at you and you just squeezed me tighter. His hands went to my ass and pulled me to him. 

Your hand left my pussy lips and deftly started to unbutton my satin blouse. My nipples were very evident, even through the shiny material. I had dressed just for you, no bra, no panties as usual. You had always seemed to like knowing that no matter how properly dressed I appeared to others, there was no underwear to get in our way of playing.. You liked my 36C breasts when they moved freely under a shirt and the fact that my nipples seemed to be in a constant state of semi-erectness. I tried to cater to this when I knew that no one else would be around to see it, but this only made things easier for you now. I wondered if the plumber thought I was some kind of slut. The realization that that was exactly what I was acting like quickly followed! 

Reaching inside, you tugged at my breast, pinching the nipple, which was already hard. I was in utter turmoil, part of me terrified, embarrassed, scared of where this would lead; but part of me so turned on! As he plunged his tongue inside, I came, thankful for your arm still snuggly around my waist to hold me. The orgasm gripped me and took over. My legs were like jello. Never being very quiet, I heard my moans and screams echoing in the tiled bathroom. It was an unreal feeling, a strange tongue fucking me as the spasms continued and the safety of your arms around me. Before I could recover, you had my blouse off. I had not even thought to resist. The orgasm had blocked any rational thought. You carted me to the bed. The plumber was right behind us. 

Laying me across the bed, you sat at my head, pinning my wrists to the bed, my arms above my head. I felt exposed and vulnerable with my breasts heaving as I sought to catch my breath. The plumber was standing at my feet and I felt his eyes staring at my chest. You told the plumber to take off my skirt. I tried to move my legs up, to pull away from him. He grabbed my ankles, clasping them together with his legs as he leaned over me to undo the waistband. He was grinning and the lump in his pants let me know he was really enjoying this. I watched in fascinated horror as he tugged my skirt over my hips and pulled it off. It never occurred to me to try to fight him, I knew better with you grasping my wrists. 

You told him you wanted to watch him fuck me. My thoughts were screaming that you couldn't have possibly said that! You were half-smiling, your eyes almost laughing at me, as you easily used your large frame to keep me pinned to the bed. I struggled against you, knowing it was useless, but having to try anyway, as the plumber removed his clothes. I was scared and uncertain what was going to happen - I didn't know this strange plumber. Part of me was so excited, already turned on by our foreplay, anxious to be fucked! But I wanted, no, expected, you to do the fucking, not some strange man. 

The plumber roughly pushed my thighs apart. I hadn't even had time to resist I was so busy wrestling with you. As he climbed on top of me, I noticed he had a very thick cock, but not as long as yours. In what seemed like slow motion, I watched as he brought it to my pussy lips and rubbed it against me, coating it with my cum. He touched the opening to my pussy with it. I felt the pressure and tried to wiggle away but he was slowly pressing against me, opening me, stretching me as he entered. I felt the engorged head inside me and noticed his look of concentration. But mostly I just watched your face - you were enjoying this. He slowly pushed his way until his balls were against my ass. I felt stretched, not uncomfortably so, but definitely filled. 

Once the plumber was on top of me, his hands replaced yours on my wrists. He was slowly, very slowly, sliding in and out of me, as if he knew this was a surefire way to excite me, almost torture me. I moaned each time he almost pulled out of me, and half-screamed as he plunged back in. You took off your clothes, your eyes never leaving the action on the bed. Damn, but you were hard! Always a large, easily aroused cock, it now looked harder and larger than I ever imagined. My whole being was focused on the sensations from my pussy. I wanted to cum; I had to cum. I wanted you inside me but seeing how excited you were, relaxed me enough to start to try to enjoy this. 

Offering me your cock, you told me to suck you while you watched. I struggled to get you into my mouth. This was always difficult for me and something I wished I did better for you. I licked around the large head and ran my tongue through your slit, tasting your pre-cum and feeling you shudder. As I worked your cock into my mouth, sucking and slurping, I felt your hand at my breast again. You kneaded my breast with more strength than usual, but I was so aroused, it only felt wonderful. I tried to suck you deeply into my mouth, cheeks caving in with each breath through my nose. I wasn't very good, I'm afraid - I was a bit distracted. But you were enjoying it. I felt you pinch and pull on my nipple and came almost at once, being careful to release you from my mouth first. 

The plumber was pounding me in a wonderful, even rhythm. I felt his whole body stiffen as my pussy clutched him, spasming around his thick cock. I was fucking him back, no longer worrying about whether I should be enjoying this. Animal lust had taken over my brain and my body.

Your hand crept to my ass, playing there, as our plumber fucked me - seeming to take great joy in every moan or scream. I felt your finger pressing, gently at first, then more persistently, slowly finding a way inside my ass. Instant fear ran through my body and I tensed immediately. You had introduced me to anal sex. Oh, I had tried it many years ago when I was married, but it was excruciatingly painful and after two attempts, I had vowed I was never going to try it again. You had convinced me to try once more, even before our first encounter. You explained in detail exactly what you would be doing, exactly what I could expect. I was terrified, but had overcome my fear enough to agree to try as long as you had promised to stop when I asked. You had taken your time, relaxing me with a few drinks, playing with my clit until I wanted you so badly I ached. I had been scared and that's when I had first seen that look you have. At the time, the look had almost been comforting, willing me to continue as you prepared me, slowly easing my fears. The first time had been painful, but not excruciating 

You took what seemed like hours, patiently and gently filling my ass, but very purposefully, until you sensed I couldn't take much more. You stopped before you came and then fucked my pussy until I came like I never had before. We tried a second time, and this time I lasted long enough for you to cum deep inside me. I was convinced I could never cum with anal sex, and it had become one of the items we mentally sparred over. I was still fearful of the pain.

As your finger gently fucked my asshole, the plumber continued in my pussy and I became oblivious to everything but the physical sensations the two of you created and my fear. You inserted another finger, stretching me further. The feeling was indescribable and I felt less and less discomfort with every stroke. I knew I was close to an orgasm again. From what seemed far away, your voice told us to roll over and the plumber was under me. I felt your cock pressing against my ass and my fear returned. Your cock is large. Looking at it, I still can't understand how you can even fit in me. 

My level of excitement plummeted as I felt you pressing harder. Each stroke of the plumber pushed me a little hard onto you until the head popped inside. The discomfort was considerable, but I was so turned on at the thought of having both of you at once, I tried to push it to the back of my mind. Sliding slowly in my ass, I sensed your gentleness. I was still moaning, but more quietly. I believed if you sensed I was in pain, you would stop. I knew this was fulfilling one of your fantasies. 

Between the two of you, I felt stretched and filled more than I thought possible. I could feel your hard cock sliding more quickly in my ass. The plumber alternating strokes with you and I leapt back to total excitement. The sensations were too much, each one vying for my attention and then being swept away by a touch somewhere else. I quickly found myself totally overwhelmed and came again. This was a hard, pounding orgasm, washing over me in waves, never quite releasing its grasp on me. You and the plumber grabbed me tightly, as I screamed and gasped for air. My pussy was having hard convulsions and I felt myself squeezing the plumber more tightly. You never stopped the rhythmic assault on my ass, but I no longer felt any pain. The plumber forcefully grabbed me closer and stiffened. Then I felt him lunging inside me, cumming too, and still you pounded my ass. He seemed to come forever, groaning with each hard thrust, until I felt him relax under me. 

Pulling me up on my knees, the plumber slipped out of me and rolled out of our way. Your hands went to my tits, using them to pull me harder against you, as you squeezed the nipples. The plumber's fingers were back on my clit, playing again. I couldn't believe he was actually building me to another orgasm. You pumped me harder than you ever have. I felt half limp, buffeted by your strokes, my tits bouncing and my hair waving in my face. I was tiring but humping you back with all the energy I had left, until you finally rammed me as hard as you could. I felt you cum, deeply in my ass with a guttural gasp. You seemed to cum for minutes! But never really softened! I was completely wiped out, totally limp! As you let me go, I merely collapsed on my side in an almost fetal position, the plumber still fingering my clit....and it still felt good! 

I watched you, your cock still hard, as you looked at plumber. His fingers slid inside me, fucking me hard. My cum and his was running out of my pussy and his fingers made an obscene sloshing noise with each stroke. I lolled over on my back as you walked to the bathroom to clean up. I was nervous being left alone with this stranger, but too wiped out to care. Closing my eyes, I knew I had no energy and yet I wanted you inside my pussy. I wanted to feel your long cock touching my cervix, massaging my g-spot, as only you can do. The plumber was relentless, bringing me to peaks and then letting me sink into a brief rest. 

He was torturing me and he seemed to know it. I opened my eyes to see you watching me and stroking your cock. I opened my legs, too weak to verbally beg you to fuck me. I didn't have to; you must have known what I wanted and lay on top of me. I pulled you close, and wrapped my legs around your waist, pulling your cock to my slit. I was moaning like some animal as I felt you enter me, not believing I could still feel so horny! You entered easily, sliding on the wetness that was running out of me. And you fucked me hard, finally pushing my knees up to my chest to get even deeper inside me. I had never been fucked like this. 

You rammed your way into me, only stopping your stroke when my cervix wouldn't give anymore, pulling out, and ramming me again. I knew my cervix would be paying the price later but I didn't care. My screams and grunts were only interrupted by my gasping for air. The world had dissolved around me. There was nothing except the constant, even ramming of your cock in me, and your eyes. The orgasm built, the intensity of what was coming was overwhelming. I was sure I couldn't take anymore but the feeling increased even higher, until I was about to cum - then I woke up from this dream!



The Plumber



As a plumber I get a lot of calls, stopped-up toilet, drain clogged-up etc. This day would prove to be the best day of my life. I received a call from a woman who said her sink was clogged. From the number I could tell it was from a wealthy sub-division. I drove over to her place, parked the truck and walked-up to the door and knocked. No one answered. I rang the door bell, still no answer. I started to leave, but thought, well maybe she's in the back yard and can't hear the doorbell or my knocking. So I went around to the side of the house, to the gate, to gain access to the back yard. 

What I saw really made my day. There was this woman, beautiful and tan, and naked as a jay-bird. She was swimming in her pool. I watched her from behind the bushes. she couldn't see me and I couldn't be seen from the road. She would swim from one end to the other, get out and straddle the hand rail and slide back down in the pool. She was enjoying this, so was I, her nipples were erect and a beautiful dark brown. 

I noticed she had a cell phone near the pool, so I decided to give her a call. The phone rang, she got out of the pool, answered the phone, and I told her I just drove up and was checking to see if she was home. She said great, I'll meet you at the door, so I ran around the house and was waiting when she opened the door. She invited me in, and directed me to the kitchen which was right off from the pool. 

The sink is stopped-up she said. Let me take a look at it. I couldn't see anything with my flashlight looking down the drain. I'll have to look under the sink, she said wait a minute I'll have to clear the stuff from under there first. With that she bent over and started pulling things out from under the sink, and that short robe she had on didn't conceal much. She had a very fine firm ass. When she got through, I crawled under there and was looking for the problem. I didn't notice it at first but she had squatted down at the counter, and when I looked for my light, I happened to look and I could see straight up to her velvet mound. She said do you see anything? I couldn't speak at first, then I said yeah, I see something, she said I'll bet you do. From the looks of that rising bulge in your pants. I was speechless. 

She said don't worry about that sink right now, I got some other plumbing you can do for right now! And with that she pulled me out from under the sink. 

She slowly and teasingly un zipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my cock. It was already hard and throbbing. She started licking her lips, and I said how bout licking this, as I held it out to her. She smiled and started licking my cock. Her wet, warm tongue felt good. She was licking it like

a kid licks a melting ice cream cone. Then she wrapped her lips around the head, and flicked the opening with her tongue. Dam this felt good. She then started going up and down, slowly, so she could get adjusted to the size of it. After a couple minutes of this she deep throated it. She had her hand wrapped around the base of my cock,, jacking me off while she was sucking what was left, not covered by her hand. 

She could sense that I was about to reach the point of no return. She removed her mouth, and jacked me off faster and faster, all the while saying "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!" I let her have it right in the face. She loved it, then she cleaned me up with her tongue. 

She said OK Mr. plumber, let's see how good you can lick! With that I laid her on the kitchen table, pushed her legs up so that her feet were at her ass, and started licking her cunt. It was wet, and tasted good. she started moaning after a little while, then started humping my face. I was sitting in the kitchen chair, pulled up close, having my lunch. Ummmm it was good. I teased her clit with my tongue. Then started pushing my tongue deep inside her, then pull out and lick her clit, then back in again. She was enjoying this and so was I. 

She was getting closer now to having her orgasm, she squealed, arched her back, pushed my face deep into her furry mound, and unloaded in my face. Then I licked her clean. I stood up, and by this time I was hard again, so I started rubbing my cock up and down her wet, slick, cunt. Then I started pushing inside. She was tight, but it felt so good. She clamped her legs around my waist and said "FUCK ME GOOD". I did give her a good one, and she did enjoy it.

We both came at the same time. She then unlocked her legs, I pulled out of her still convulsing pussy and both of our orgasms pooled onto the glass table top. I helped her off the table, said pardon my mess, she just scooped it up on her finger, and licked it off. She smiled and said, "NOW THAT'S HOW TO LAY PIPE!"



The Plumber



"Warning! This IS NOT a sex story."

It was a boring afternoon of summer and I was at home in the computer room trying to write something. Long ago I realized that staying completely naked is a good way to transmit sensuality to the writing so that was how I was at that moment. Actually even when I'm not writing I like to get undressed at home, it's a very healthy and sensual habit, and that day I was dealing with my main purpose to transmit to hubby that I was wanting his dedicated attention as I was feeling very horny.

I knew I would have to wait a while to quiet my libido because we're waiting for a plumber to fix a problem in our bathroom but it was so warm that after my bath I dried myself and stayed naked and went to the computer. The room's door was open and when hubby said that the plumber was coming I stood up slightly annoyed with the hassle of having to get dressed due to that fucking repair. My clothes were in the bedroom and when I was going there the man was already coming into the hall therefore I went back in hurry to the computer room and by a whisker I wasn't seen.

So I was prevented from get dressed I just closed the door and continued with my writing feeling sure that shortly hubby would bring me some clothes. But he didn't, and soon I was hearing the noise inside the bathroom next door when the plumber started working. The guy was well known to us and he was a kind of likeable talkative guy. He was not young but I realised he liked my legs as I noticed each time I had to use his services and with my carefree behaviour when I'm at home I had little doubts that more than once he had realized that I wasn't wearing panties. Of course I would have to talk with him by a mere question of courtesy, but this could be done later, and I thought of the idea of dressing in a short skirt just to have fun with his discreet glances to the exposed chunk of my thighs and with his attempts to confirm if I had nothing on underneath.

Then hubby opened the door and said that he had to go out. I said okay and when he closed the door I realized that I should have asked him to bring my clothes, but it was too late. So there I was naked and unable to leave the computer room without being seen by the plumber and not knowing how long I would have to stay there. I wasn't worried with the possibility of being caught fully bared if the man decided to go to my door to ask anything which was possible due to the absence of hubby but because of course he wouldn't open the door. But if he called me I would not like to have to explain why I could not go and talk with him. So I stayed alert and each time I heard the hammering stop in the bathroom I got worried imagining the man would call for me for some question. That situation left me so annoyed with hubby; how could he have not realised that I had nothing to wear in that room.....

The time ran and as hubby was taking so long to come back I suspected that he had left me naked intentionally just to have fun and laugh of that embarrassing situation which what was typical of his sense of humour. Then I noticed a plastic bag with shoes and an old white shirt that hubby had separated for a donation and just to try, I put on the shirt and found that it was long enough to cover my private parts although couldn't hide that I had nothing underneath. It wasn't ideal but if I crossed quickly the hallway to reach my room the man could have only a glimpse of me half-naked and soon I could come back decently dressed and then greet the guy as if nothing strange had happened. But the idea to sneak within my own home seemed ridiculous, and my run surely would look strange to the guy as it would be as a confession that I was ashamed by being improperly dressed. So I thought fuck it and decided go quietly to my bedroom covered by that shirt, and if I was seen I could naturally greet the man, who surely would be busy with his job and not wanting a talk and immediately I'd enter my room I would be able to change clothes.

I was about to do that when he knocked on the door saying my name and asking a question. Well I could go to him and say "Excuse me, I have to get decently dressed" but that would be admitting that I was underdressed and so I should really not have appeared in front of him. To look natural I would have to have a talk with him as I was no matter if he could think that I was too much at ease covered only by that shirt anyway it wouldn't displease him. So I said "Just a moment" and buttoned the shirt, and giving a new look to the mirror I assured myself that my semi-nakedness would not be very scandalous on a beach, and since I was at home no one could accuse me of being too displayed. Then barefooted with thighs uncovered and breasts barely hidden by the shirt but quite serious and keeping an expression of being too busy behind my glasses I went to have a talk with the guy who wouldn't see that I had nothing under the shirt but only if he was blind and obviously had just realized that till then I was fully naked next door. I apologized for my attire and told him that it was too warm in the computer room and to justify that I was working without any clothes and had dressed in the first piece of clothing I had found and he laughed a little by my confession which was a bit intimate then trying to look natural he began showing me some sample of tiles.

We took some time to choose the tiles and he tried to look only at my face but despite his obvious embarrassment his eyes stealthily ran through my breasts semi-exposed and to my legs generously displayed while I pretended to be examining carefully the tiles he was putting in my hands. As for me I realised that my basic exhibitionistic impulses were acting and I felt excited by being scantily dressed in front of the Plumber who seemed happy and comfortable with my dress. Suddenly I noticed that he was getting horny with this situation and as I also was getting wet it became irresistible to allow the guy to feel more at ease with his glances. So I turned my back to him pretending that I was comparing the sample tiles with the existing tiles which was on the wall and doing this I had to lift my arms above head I knew that the shirt would also be lifted and this action confirming that I wasn't wearing panties. Of course I felt a bit guilty by exposing myself this way but I couldn't control myself and when I turned again to him I realized the poor man was indeed impressed and trying to understand if my exposure was intentional or just careless and I was sure he was having an erection.

If this was a porn story the sequence would be a wild fuck with the plumber, but it is just a report of a funny episode involving female exhibitionism. All that happened was that the man got happy with my little peep show and as for me having exercised my exhibitionism and by getting wet I felt I had to pretend everything was normal then keeping my serious expression of school teacher I pulled down with both hands the shirt's slash as if realizing just then that I was showing too much and having finished the conversation I accompanied him to the door. We shook hands and saying that hubby wouldn't be at home next day I asked him at what time he would come to place the new tiles so I could adjust my appointments and then, with a last look to my legs, he arranged the visit and went away certainly with a spicy story to tell friends.

Soon hubby arrived and I told him sarcastically that he had been not nice leaving me naked and alone with the plumber and as I had to have a talk with the man he had the opportunity to view my body covered by nothing more than the shirt I still was wearing. Hubby laughed and said I was so sweet and finally he did what he had to do to relieve my pent up sexual desires.

Needless to say the next day our likeable plumber cunningly arrived half an hour before the appointment certainly intending to catch me "at ease" because now he knew I liked to get naked at home and probably I would have to dress quickly to greet him before the scheduled time. I indeed was fully naked at that moment and said "Just a moment" through the closed door, and not wanting to disappoint the good man I quickly dressed in just a summer dressing gown, the type to be used only at home as it was short and lightweight and with nothing underneath and went to open the door barefooted and with a smile of reproach complaining that he had arrived sooner than expected, as if saying that once more I had to get dressed in hurry to talk with him.

He apologized and gave a look to my legs the way he usually did, although now his glances were those from who had seen much more and knew that I wasn't wearing anything underneath, so was obvious that he was expecting for a replay of my show. It would be funny to and let him watch what he wanted but the day before he already had had the privilege of having seen a lot of my anatomy and as from now I wasn't willing to expose again my intimate parts and I felt sorry for this. Of course during his job inside the bathroom placing the new tiles he called me several times to get my opinion on the quality of the work in progress. I wasn't so exposed as the day before but deciding that the man deserved a consolation prize so each time I went there I undid the buttons on the underside of the dress, the first time just one button and soon four so with an showing of legs I could allow him to get a fleeting view of my thighs almost to the groin and always keeping the facial expression of one who wasn't aware that they were showing so much.

Well, after several visits of "inspection" the man got happy and I felt satisfied by having my legs being looked at and despite all the distractions his work was finished. I gave him my compliments for the good job and after having paid him the agreed price he said goodbye telling me that he was always available for any repair at anytime for me. I surely knew this was the case.

*** 



The Plumber



Another day, another dollar. I am riding in my truck when I hear my pager go off. Damn the office-just when I thought I was about to go home and soak in a nice relaxing bath. I knew the drill. Call into the office get the address and report immediately to some high rise in the sky where some wealthy socialite lives with her rich doctor husband and her Ivy League kids. 

Hello, all, I am Theodora better known as Teddy- Plumber to the Socially Elite. I am expected to be on call when ever one of these rich women accidentally drops their thousand dollar platinum wedding rings down the sink or when their toilets make a funny noise. Don’t get me wrong, I have been doing this for 5 years and the work is simple and it pays great. 

I know you are probably wondering why I, a 28 year old woman would be a plumber in today’s liberated world. Well simply put, my father and two of my brothers are plumbers so it is in the family. 

You would never guess by looking at me that I would be into such a dirty job. I am 5’6 with coco brown skin, long wavy hair and a smile to die for. It gets even better; I have been blessed with a 38dd chest and an itty bitty waist thanks to moms’ side of the family. No need to blow my own horn but toot toot.  

I arrive at the house with the instructions that the owner has left the key under the welcome mat outside for me to go in fix the problem and leave as if I never was there. The owner was having a very exclusive dinner party at 5:00pm and she did not want any traces of the help behind.  My payment would be left on the nightstand in the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom. Fine by me, I love working when no one is around then I don’t have to answer all those silly questions. I open the door with no problems and check my watch, 3:00p.m. Enough time for me to do what I gotta do and be out. I slowly walk into the bedroom and look at the pictures on the mantle. My eyes could not help but wonder to the lady in the picture. Tall, exotic looking queen. The type of woman that would never approach me. Most of them were too sophisticated to hang with someone like me but that is okay. I always leave each and everyone of my customers a “calling card.” 

When I tell you this please don’t miss understand because everyone has there fetishes and this one happens to be one of mine. For about a year now, I have been going into the bedrooms of my customers and taking their nice silk panties in their special drawer and releasing my juices right inside of them. I know it may sound weird but I have the most mind blowing orgasms when I think about the woman that wears the panties and what I am doing inside of them. I have came inside about every type of panties you can imagine from Victoria Secrets and Fredrick of Hollywood to good old fashion Hanes. What ever works.  

I looked at her picture mentally visioning how it would feel to take her clothes of and suck on her nice firm breasts. Squeezing them gently and nibbling on her thick dark nipples. I reach my hand inside my pants and pull back the lips of my pussy and expose my swollen clit. I suck the tip if my finger getting it nice and wet and begin to rub my clit in slow circles until my body begins to shake. I take a second to glance at my watch 3:15. I figured I could tease myself for a few minutes and then squeeze off a good squirt before 3:45. That will give me enough time to do my job and get out of there. I open the top drawer of her dresser and pull out a pair of lace black Victoria Secrets panties. I walk over to the bed, pull down the covers and remove my pants, and slide into the bed. My pussy is throbbing now but I resist the urge to cum quickly. I tease my clit with the center of her panties gently rubbing the lace across my engorged clit. It felt so good. I close my eyes and envision her on top of me as I wrap the lace around my finger and slide it into my pussy. My juices begin to flow on the lace and I can hardly contain myself. 

Usually when I do this, I have more time and I am able to cum in about 2 or 3 pairs of panties but today time is of the essence. I turn over on my stomach and smell her satin sheets. Damn she smells like sweet honeydew melon and fresh lilacs. I place her panties in between my legs and begin to pump my pussy up and down on them. The lace has now become soaking wet as my pussy begins to get hot. I slow down my pumping and reach up to pinch one of my nipples. Damn the orgasm is so close, I look at the clock and notice the time it is already 3:45. 

I begin to tremble as the thought of her walking in seeing me pumping her lace panties like a pussy runs through my head. I would love for her to see me ass squeezing tight, nipples hard as rocks, with my hand wrapped in her panties shoved in between my legs. I grind slowly on the panties knowing the longer I pump my pussy on them the stronger my orgasm will be. I begin to moan as I push the center of the panties deeper inside of my pussy. They sink deep into my hole as they become slick with juices. I slowly pull them out causing a tingling sensation inside of me. I can no longer contain myself so I pump my pussy as fast as I can ready to squirt my loving on the panties. I can feel my ass moving up and down side to side as I fuck the panties harder and harder. 

I moan louder as thick juice leaks out of my pussy onto her panties and the silk sheets. I do not even think about the creamy white mess I have made on the sheets because it feels to good. Just when I think I can cum no more as I pull the panties out of my pussy the sight of them sliding out of me molded together with cum makes me squirt one more time. Tired but feeling relieved I quickly get up run into the bathroom and grab a towel to dry the dampened bed. I press the stained panties in my pocket make up the bed and quickly head to the bathroom to fix her toilet. Turns out she just had a broken chain in her toilet so it took me five minutes to replace. 

I headed out the door but not before I open her drawer and grabbed another pair of her panties. The way I was feeling, I knew I would rush home and really enjoy them. I left the envelope of money on the nightstand and locked the door returning the key under to mat. I know what you are thinking why didn’t I take the money since I did do the work despite my little side track. Hey I may be a freak but I am an honest woman I could not charge her because she managed to give me the most mind blowing orgasm of my life and for that I should be leaving her a tip. 



The Plumber



“Yo baby!” he said, leering at her. “I hear you got a little problem with yer plumbing.”

She trembled as she looked at him. He was six feet four and a half inches of muscled machismo--a ripped and chiseled specimen of perfect manhood. She felt herself blush as her nipples grew hard under the transparent silk nighty she had answered the door in. Damn, I should have worn something under this, she realized.

Without waiting for a response, he pushed past her into the house. He couldn’t just violate her home like this, she thought with alarm, thrusting himself inside without being invited! She shivered as he briefly pressed against her. 

“Wait! You can’t come--” “Listen baby,” he interrupted, “I can and I did. Now where exactly is this…problem?” he asked, spinning to face her, hands on his hips and a cocky grin on his handsome face.

“Well…” she couldn’t meet his piercing gaze, “It’s right here….under my…My sink!”

He smirked and spun back away. He could see she was flustered. He was used to having that effect on the bitches. They always reacted that way to his raw manly presence.

“That sink there?” he said, flexing as he pointed. He heard her gasp, then nod and quickly look away. He stared at her then, appraising--slowly and sensually running his eyes down her curvaceous figure. She was five feet two and one quarter inches of blond haired, blue eyed babe. She looked to be barely eighteen. Her perky double D breasts topped with diamond hard nipples, poking through a translucent silk nighty that revealed the shadow of her hairless pubic region clearly. 

He could tell she was innocent. Probably her dickless hubby had only screwed her once on their wedding night, just to get that virgin shit out of the way. Then the loser had probably gone back to men, leaving her frustrated and yearning for a real man. He knew the signs, he was a plumber and saw them every damn day. 

He slowly turned and strutted over to the sink. Then, dropping his tool box, he bent over and looked inside the cabinet.

“It’s wet down there!” She said, staring at his perfect ass clad in skin tight blue denim. 

“Yeah, toots. I just got to screw this…” he paused, then smirked at her, “This nipple… down tight. And, I got just the tool to do it! I might need to get a nut though, baby. You wouldn’t mind helping me with that would ya?” And with that he lay on his back on the floor and stuck his head inside the cabinet. 

She took the opportunity to check him out. Oh My God! she thought to herself. Is that his cock in his pants? It can’t possibly be, it’s just way too big! Like a giant serpent sleeping in his trousers. Like that movie, Anaconda! She had never imagined anything like that--

She was interrupted by him speaking. “Come over here and hold this light for me babe.” 

Meekly she obeyed, walking over and crouching down next to where he was lying, then she took the light he was holding out to her. With a gasp she realized that he could see all the way up her nighty to her hairless pussy. I really should have dressed before getting the door! she thought, blushing again as she tried to cover herself. 

“Hold the light still, Damnit!” he said harshly. Then, looking directly at her he said, “Yeah, I can see where yer all wet. Like I said, I got just the tool to fix you right up!” 

She couldn’t meet his eyes, and dropped her gaze. It fell on his cock, straining in his jeans like a caged animal, a huge slab of man sausage reaching halfway to his knee. She could see it twitching it it’s denim prison, a struggling mass of meat yearning to be free. So close to it, she felt a wild impulse to touch it. She had never, in the eighteen years one day she had been alive, felt such overwhelming lust!

He noticed her staring at his cock, so he flexed it and heard her gasp of shock. He chuckled. “Ya like that babe?”

“What…what do you mean?” she asked, feigning innocence. She could feel herself blushing. He had caught he looking at his manhood. She tried to force herself to look away, but found her gaze going back to it. 

“My cock. I see you staring at it. Do you like it?” 

“I never imagined anything so…” 

“Touch it.” he ordered. 

She obeyed without thinking. Running her palm slowly along his massive length. It barely fit in her hand. Feeling it stir, she suddenly realized what she was doing--cheating on her husband and stroking another man’s cock! She felt ashamed, but she couldn’t stop herself. For the first time in her young life she felt slutty and wonderfully alive.

Thinking back, she remembered the first and only time she had had sex--her wedding night. She had been a virgin, and though she had liked it, it had been over too quickly. Her husband, a sweet but wimpy lawyer, had stuck his tiny three and three eights inch cock inside her--then screaming out a mans name, he had cum, leaving her confused and unsatisfied. They had never had sex again. 

Comparing her little girly husband to this powerful MAN, she suddenly realized that the plumber could give her something that her husband never could, so it really wasn’t cheating after all. Besides, she was discovering another side to herself. The slut side that was willing to take on the entire high school football team… 

“It’s so…BIG!” she said, looking up to see him grinning cruelly at her.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of tearing cloth. She looked down in time to see his cock ripping through the material of his jeans. As it sprang to its’ full massive size, it caught her in the chin, banging her head off the edge of the cabinet and knocking her sprawling to the floor, where she lay with her nighty bunched around her waist, her hairless pussy totally exposed.

Dazed, she looked up, and saw him standing over her, instantly naked. She quickly estimated that his cock was at least sixteen inches long--perhaps sixteen and a half--and approximately ten inches thick at the base. Math turned her on. “Oh My God!” she squeaked, still stunned from where her head had struck the cabinet, and staring at his massive cock swaying hypnotically before her. 

“Yeah, I hear that a lot babe! Get ready to be fucked like the blond haired, blue eyed, DD breasted slut you are!”

“Oh YESSS! Fuck my juicy-hairless-barely-legal pussy with your throbbing man pole, you conquering LOVE GOD! RAVISH ME!!!” 

Then he drove his entire cock into her and she immediately exploded in orgasm. 

“Aeeeeeiiiiiiiiioooouuuuandsometimesyyyyeeeeesssssss!!” she screamed. 

“Umph!” he grunted.

“I am Coming!” she screamed. He just nodded. 

“Ooooooooooooooooo!” she shrieked, as a second, or possible third, orgasm ripped through her. “Aaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” 

Then he started actually moving, driving his massive cock into her, and then ripping it back out. Each powerful thrust a body blow, forcing the air from her lungs, and leaving her gasping to catch her breath, each tearing another orgasm from her exhausted twitching body. She had lost count of her orgasms at one hundred and thirty seven. She never dreamed it could be that good. 

Finally, after about two and a half hours, he got bored and whipped his cock out. He was ready to cum and knew from experience the injuries coming inside her might cause. He didn’t need another charge like that on his record! She lay below him, open and satisfied, staring at him with loving and submissive eyes. 

“Blow me bitch!” he said tenderly.

She leapt to her knees and started showering kisses onto his magnificent cock, licking and sucking it like a depraved crack addict looking for a fix. It wouldn’t fit in her mouth, so he quickly stood and thrust it between her breasts, roughly fucking her tits as she darted her tongue out to lick the tip. 

“Oh yeah baby! I am gonna come all over your slutty face!” he grunted between thrusts. She smiled and continued licking. 

“That’s it babe! I am commmminnng! Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh!!!”

And he did. The cum exploding from his cock in a molten tidal wave of lust. 

She woke a few hours later. She was sitting with her back against the stove. The force of his orgasm must have knocked me unconscious, she decided. She smelt burning hair, and realized that when she had been blown back, her hair must have been ignited by the pilot light on the stove. Luckily, he had cum so much that it had been extinguished! 

Being careful so as not to slip in the large pool of semen on the floor, she climbed gingerly to her feet and limped over to the table. She saw a bill from the plumber-- two hundred seventy five dollars--a bargain. She would be calling him back very soon. She had a few more things that needed fixing. 

She winced, then totally satisfied, headed to the hall closet to get a mop. 



The Plumber



Hmmm, no answer. That's strange. I knocked on the door again. Still no answer, and no sounds coming from inside. Mrs. Peterson knew I was coming, she sounded very glad when I told her last night on the phone that I could come and fix her kitchen faucet first thing this morning.

I set my toolbox down, and went around to the garage. The door was closed, and her SUV was parked in front. I glanced around the back yard. Nothing. I went back to the front door, and knocked again. She must be down in the basement doing laundry.

Since she knew I was coming, I went inside, setting my toolbox on the kitchen floor. I opened the door to the cellar, but the lights were off, and no sounds coming from the washer. Now I was getting concerned, and decided to look for her. I made my way down the hall, opening doors and looking inside.

Reaching the end of the hall, I opened the door to the master bedroom, and that's where I found her. Sound asleep, dead to the world, lying in a sea of pillows on her huge bed. I started to back out of the room, figuring she would wake to my work sounds. I heard a sound, a soft moaning. Turning, I saw her roll over onto her right side, facing away from me, her body in a slight stretch. In doing so, the sheet and blanket had been pushed down to her hips, and I was left to stare at her back.

Her long, luscious back. The gentle curve off her hip to the slight hollow at the small of her back. Her skin smooth and firm all the way up to her shoulders, her arms outstretched above her head, hands almost touching. Her chestnut hair, in its' morning dishevel, flowing across her shoulders and upper back.

I couldn't tear my eyes from her. She was beautiful. I moved slowly to the foot of the bed to view her in profile. My eyes traveled up from her beautifully curved hip to her firm flat stomach opposite the graceful curve of her lower back. Upwards, to the side of her left breast, perfectly rounded and proud, tipped in a small nub of a nipple and all but devoid of an areola. Her face was partially hidden by her outstretched arm. 

I wanted to see more, so ever so carefully I gently pulled downward on the sheets. They moved to expose another couple of inches of her. She didn't move, the gentle heaving of her breasts to her breathing unchanged. I gently pulled again, sliding the sheets down to the top of her thighs. Again, no movement from her.

I slipped to her side of the bed, facing her head on. I drank her in, the smooth contours of her face, caught in her morning beauty. Her exquisite body, stretched before me in a sensual pose. I stood there, transfixed by a true sleeping beauty. 

My captivation with the splendor of what lay before me was broken by a sound, another soft sigh. Effortlessly she rolled onto her stomach, pushing her arms out further above her head in a cat-like stretch. Then she was still again, her breathing calm.

I let my eyes travel her body again, how smooth and taut it was. Her latest movement had dislodged a small mountain of pillows, revealing what appeared to be a pale green snake. Moving closer, I saw that it was a coiled soft rope that was attached to the headboard, the other end tied into a slipknot. A deviously delicious thought entered my head.

I carefully leaned across her, taking the looped end of the rope and slipping it over her outstretched hands. I slowly tightened the slipknot, holding her wrists snuggly together. Pulling the other end around the headboard, using it to hold her hands in their out reached position. She moaned softly, wriggling against the bed.

Looking around the room, I spotted a silk scarf on the dresser. Carefully folding it on the diagonal into one long wide band, I laid it on the pillow above her head. Slowly working the scarf side to side, I slipped it lower onto her face, working it towards her eyes. She moaned again, deeper, as the scarf covered her eyes and was tied down. 

Stepping back, I watched her as I removed my clothes. Lost in an erotic dream, she writhed on the bed, grinding down into it. Once naked, I kneeled alongside of her. Leaning forward, I placed my fingertips on the back of her neck, letting them glide down, barely touching her skin as they passed over her shoulder blades. Floating down the length of her spine to the small of her back. Rolling my fingers slightly so that my nails barely tickled her soft skin as they slid over her asscheeks and downwards along the back of her thighs.

She moaned, almost purred, in pleasure. Arching her back, she rolled her ass up to me. Reaching the back of her knees, I turned my hands, letting my fingers slip upwards along the back of her thighs. Her legs spread a few inches. My fingertips slid higher, over her cheeks, dipping down into the small of her back, up along her spine, her neck, to her hair.

Turning my fingers again, I let my nails glide along her skin, following the previous trail to her thighs, leaving hoards of goose bumps in their wake. On the return trip up her thighs, her legs spread further, her ass lifting higher, inviting. 

My fingers dropped between her legs to find her puffy lips, moist with anticipation. When my finger touched her swollen hard clit, her body stiffened and she released a deep throaty moan. I let my finger roll softly around her clit, as her hips began to gyrate in sync. Curling two fingers, I allowed them to slip between her lips, entering her to the first knuckles. She pushed back hard, straining at the ropes on her wrists, driving my fingers deep into her.

She began rocking, pushing back onto my fingers harder and faster. Using my other hand, I flicked my index finger across her clit as she rode my fingers faster. And faster. She began to shake, then her body went rigid, throwing her head back to scream in orgasm. I could feel her muscles wringing my fingers, pulling them into her.

I crawled between her legs, grabbing her hips to lift her onto her knees. Slipping tight to her, I slid the head of my cock across her pussy lips, up and down. Her juices quickly covered the head of my cock. Moving my hips, I slipped the head between her lips. She arched her back more, pushing her ass up to me. I held just the tip in her, despite her grinding back against me. I grabbed onto her hips, holding her still.

Then I plunged into her, right to my balls. She pressed her face into a pillow as she screamed again in pleasure, her muscles squeezing hard on my cock. I started pounding into her, as she pushed back hard against me, her ass resoundfully slapping against my abdomen. Faster, and harder, we pounded against each other, until I felt her shaking again, then stiffen in another orgasm, her muscles rolling waves along the length of my cock.

Moving back, I slid out of her and off of the bed. I grabbed her ankles, pulling her down onto her stomach, then rolled her onto her back. Crawling back onto the bed, I straddled her hips. I slipped an arm under her back, lifting her enough to slide one of her large body pillows underneath her. Moving upwards, I laid my cock, glistening with her juices in her cleavage.

I pulled her breasts together tightly around my cock. The sensation was exquisite, such a warm soft tunnel as I pumped my cock faster and faster between her breasts, my thumbs flicking across her nipples as I did. I felt myself begin to get close, so I released her breasts and leaned forward, my hands holding onto her still bound wrists.

I looked down as I lowered my hips, my cock touching her lips. They opened and her soft tongue darted out to quickly lick the head of my cock. Lowering my hips further, she sucked me into her hot, wet mouth. I began sliding in and out as she sucked harder. Faster and faster until I was pistoning my cock into her mouth, my own orgasm ready. I shoved hard and deep into her mouth as I exploded. She continued sucking, pulling out every drop, and continued to try for more.

I rolled off of her, dropping to the bed alongside, gulping in air. After catching my breath, I reached over, undoing the scarf from her eyes.

"Good morning, Mrs. Peterson." I released her wrists from the rope.

"Good morning, Mr. Peterson," she replied. "What took you so long? I was starting to get worried."

"Sorry, I was taking in the sights," I said with a wink. She stood up from the bed. I reached out and gave her a playful smack on her ass.

"Now, I have got to get to the office, and you need to go grab a shower. Remember, that plumber is supposed to be here before nine."

"Another plumber?" She just gave me a mischievous smile as she headed to the shower, wiggling her hips.



The Plumber



I've been working for my old man's plumbing company for about seven years. I started working there part time in my freshman year of high school, and the week after graduation the job became full-time. Good money, good hours, and with my looks, I managed to turn a few customers -- the mature female ones -- into a nice extra-curricular entertainment, if you know what I mean.

People always joke about the repairman who flashes his coin slot every time he crouches down. Well, it took me those seven years to turn into that guy. Not that I was totally fat, just a little beer gut, and my jeans were pretty well-worn by now. I didn't give a shit, I just let my crack show to whoever wanted to see it.

Late on Friday night I got an emergency call. Stacey Ferguson's toilet was fucking clogged again. I must have unclogged that thing fifty times in the last two years -- at that rate, she could have paid for a new model by now. But she doesn't complain, and I don't complain, and certainly my dad doesn't complain either.

Mrs. Ferguson was a single woman in her early forties. Okay, her belly was a little pooched out and her buttocks bulged, but I have to say, she turned me on every time I saw her. I just don't go in for those wafer-thin model types like most guys do.

Well, I had a few beers in me and I ran right over there in my truck to get it done right. "The upstairs one again, Mrs. Ferguson?" I asked as she opened the door.

"Please," she said. "After this many times you can call me Stacey."

"Okay, Stacey," I said. She led me right up the stairs, and I stared right at her well-rounded ass. The pink housecoat she was wearing didn't hide any of her curves, it accentuated them. I wanted to reach out and grab her, but business comes first. My dad drilled that into me years ago.

I stepped past her and went about my business. I always made sure I took a little longer, did a little more, than the job actually called for, so she would feel like she was getting her money's worth.

"Would you like a wine cooler?" she asked me. Not really my thing, but I nodded my head anyway. Mixing drinks doesn't really bother me much. And what the hell, I was cleaning her toilet. I was in no position to be particular.

As Stacey came back upstairs, I heard the ice jingling in the glass. I ran my snake down the bowl to fish around down there, well aware that my coin slot was pretty well exposed to her. Stacey bent over me a bit to look into the bowl too, and I stood up. When I bumped into her, a few ice cubes flew up out of the glass and fell straight down the back of my pants.

Stacey plopped the glass on the top of the tank and began to fish around down there, trying to get the ice out. "I'll get them, don't worry!" she said cheerily. I started jumping around then, what with the freezing-cold ice on my ass and her sharp fingernails scratching me as she moved around. Before I knew it, she was unbuckling my belt and pulling down my jeans.

"These are all wet," she said. "Let me put them in the dryer." She didn't give me a chance to say no. Anyway, with her hands inside my shorts I could help thinking about going further. I twisted my upper body to look at her more closely.

"Got any more of that ice?"

Stacey stood up slowly, her eyes fixed on mine. Then she dug into the glass and picked up a handful of the small cubes. I turned around and she put her hand into my boxers, cramming the ice cubes tightly against my asshole.

One of the cubes went right into my chute and I winced with the pain and pleasure. Now my boxers were soaked with the melting ice and the remnants of the wine cooler, and I quickly dropped them to my ankles. Stacey dumped the rest of the glass into her other hand and ground them hard against my sticky star as well.

Frantically I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it into the hallway. My hands clenched the back of the toilet and I arched my ass high into the air for her. Stacey dropped the cubes she was still holding, took a big swing of her own drink, and then bent down and pressed her lips up against my asshole. She got an ice cube between her teeth and pushed it into my hard, and then another, and then another. Feeling the cubes go up my ass filled my whole body with amazing sensations.

"More, more!" I begged her, and she obliged me. My feet were slipping on the wet tile floor, and my legs splayed open even wider. Then there weren't any more ice cubes, and I turned around -- to find my cock going straight down Stacey's open throat.

The contrast between her burning hot lips and mouth and the ice cubes still in my ass was almost more than I could stand. With her lips firmly locked around the very base of my cock, she sent a finger, then another, up my ass chasing what was left of the ice.

"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, baby!" I screamed as my fingers wrapped themselves in her helmet of curly hair. Then I couldn't stand up any more, and I fell down on the toilet seat as her fingers slipped out of me with a loud, nasty plop. I clutched the rim of the toilet, which was way too uncomfortable to stay on, and pulled myself up as she released my cock from her mouth.

I watched as Stacey dropped her robe to reveal her floppy tits. They really hung down low, and her nipples were hard and tubular. I immediately grabbed her nipple with one hand and stuck my other hand into her panties, groping around for her hole. Quickly my fingers were right up her sopping, gaping cunt. This old broad was as hot as a four-alarm fire!

She got her panties off and then began pushing me backwards irresistibly until I fell into her tub, throwing my hands out behind me to break my fall. She turned on the hot water tap and the water began to gush out of the faucet. I was going to turn it off, but she stopped me, turning on a little cold so it wouldn't scald me. Steam began to fill the bathroom, and Stacey stepped into the tub with me.

It was her turn to spin around now, holding on to the tile wall with both hands and sticking her ass right into my face. "Spank me, stud," she said. "Slap my ass till I cry." Her voice was filled with a cock-hunger I didn't expect to find in a woman of her age. So I whacked her ass, and in the resonant space of the bathroom the noise sounded like I was beating her with a great big paddle. Soon I could hear her sniffling and slobbering, and I could see through the steam that her big white ass was bright red from one side to the other.

There were all these candles that Stacey had set up around the tub, I guess for some kind of atmosphere when she took a bath. I grabbed a red one about ten inches long, not very thick but sturdy enough. I planted its base against her cheeks to let her know what I had in mind, then started to probe around her pussy with it. "That's my favorite one," she said. "Don't be shy."

The tub was about half full now, so I pulled on the stopper and adjusted the water until the flow in equalled the flow out, but it all stayed nice and warm. Stacey lost patience as I made these adjustments. "Fuck me!" she screamed, and I stuffed the candle into her cunt right away, pushing it all the way in until just the wick was sticking out of her.

I twisted her lips between my thumb and forefinger and used my other hand to pull the whole thing out again by the wick. Then I had it back in, and even though it was so long, Stacey was still trying to hump it further inside her. I didn't want to lose control of the thing, so I slapped her butt again and she held still, or mostly.

When I had first grabbed the improvised dildo, I had been planning to use it on her ass, but she was getting way too much fun out of having it up her cunt. I looked around to find another candle. I grabbed a stubby white one that was a little bit thicker than my hard cock. It was about five inches long with hardened runs of wax running down its shaft. I slowed down the pace on the red one and just let it slide easily back and forth in her wet pussy.

The nubby base of the white one was impossible to get into her crinkly asshole, so I grabbed a sliver of blue soap from the dish and crammed that up her ass instead. It half melted as it went in, soap dribbling down over her pussy and the red candle. As Stacey screamed with pleasure, I was able to slip the white candle inside her with no further trouble.

Soap suds were streaming from Stacey's asshole as I twisted and dipped that white candle in and out of her. There was no more blubbering now -- she was screaming like a whole train full of accident victims. I could glide the red candle back and forth in her cunt with just two fingers, but had to use the whole strength of my other hand to get the white one first as far in as it would go and then almost all the way out -- but not quite.

Eventually, I set up a rhythm so that each time I eased the white candle out, the red one went in. I quickened the pace, and Stacey's screams and deep belly moans quickened too. She reached between her legs and took over from me on the red candle, freeing me up to strum on her clit. Then she began to use her other hand to spank herself with, and as hard as I had slapped her ass before, it was nothing compared to the viciousness of the blows her own hand was landing.

I was so lost in the thrill of all this candle-fucking and self-spanking that I had totally lost track of my own raging cock. Finally, though, I couldn't take any more. I grabbed the red candle out of Stacey's hand and threw it against the opposite wall, cracking it in half. Then I grabbed the white one in my fist and cranked it up to a higher angle so I could get to her easily.

Then my cock was parting her fat and sloppy cunt lips. Now it was the slap of my thighs against hers, not the crack of her own hand on her butt, that sent noises resounding through the bathroom. I couldn't go very deep inside her and still work the candle in her ass, so I stuffed myself up her with short violent thrusts. Finally I let go and wrapped my arms around her chest and held on by her tits, crushing them to her body and squeezing them as hard as I could. My belly tightened and took over the job of hammering on the the candle that was still up Stacey's asshole.

"Stop!" she yelled. "Stop! I'm going to come!" Before I could react, she was coming, no longer holding on to the wall but slapping it with both hands alternately. Her cheeks shook and her whole body quivered, but I didn't let up one bit of the pressure on her.

I locked her body to mine by clamping my chin on her shoulder. Only her head and her cunt muscles were moving as her orgasm washed over her. I stopped thrusting so I could enjoy the sensations of her pussy clutching me over and over again. I was concentrating so much on making her come that once again I had forgotten about myself.

When it was over, I reached for the candle and yanked it out as well. "Name anything you want," she said to me, "any way at all you want me." I was tired, and I could think up kinky things later. "In your bed," was all I said.

Very soon I was lying on my back, my cock pointing toward the bedroom ceiling as Stacey was climbing up on me. Her tits swung forward as she impaled herself on me, and I clamped down on one with my mouth and began sucking on that long nipple again. Feeling her soaking wet pussy lips against my balls was just amazing as I thrust my hips up in the air, supporting myself with my feet.

Stacey's weight came down on me then, pinning me firmly against the mattress. She ground her pussy back and forth until our pubic hairs were totally mashed and glued together. I felt wave after wave of squeezing again, not because she was coming, but because she was making her pussy muscles ripple over the entire length of my shaft.

Then she pressed my hands down to the sheets so I couldn't move. All I could do was clench my teeth together as I unloaded buckets of jism inside her. Then she stopped moving as well, just using her inner muscles to extract spurt after spurt out of my cock. For ten more minutes after I was done she squatted on me, keeping me inside her by force. Then she got off me as slowly as possible, and I realized how much my balls hurt from the violence of my explosion.

Now usually I can do a woman twice in one night, but that first time was so amazing that it just didn't happen. It doesn't matter, though, because next Friday, Mrs. Ferguson's damn toilet is guaranteed to get stuck again. And she'll call me up to come on over and bring my reamer with me.



The Plumber



She sat alone on the couch, feet tucked beneath her as the television droned in the background. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, she thought to herself as she snuggled deeper into the couch. Having been recommended by several of her friends from college, she knew this plumber was efficient and affordable, so of course she was going to take her friends advice. They had also mentioned spending most of his labour time watching him work, fascinated by his appearance. Being disinterested with any man within the service profession, she knew he would have to be one hell of a looker to get her attention.

He should have known better when he got the call, another college girl needing the sink unclogged. He wasn't surprised; she claimed that he had been recommended by several of her friends, unsure if she knew the true extent of what he had done for them, or why his fees were so low. These college girls would do anything for a decent root and with him being in the service industry (uniform and all) it had just added that thrill to their monotonous sex lives. 

He knocked on the front door, cursing his last call out that had made him an hour late and left him horny and craving fresh meat.

She opened the door and instantly saw the attraction her friends had described. Tall, slender, smouldering blue eyes, what wasn't to like?

"The bathroom is just to the left there. If you need me I'll be upstairs"

She turned away from him and headed towards the staircase, oblivious to the swaying of her school skirt, flashing a cheek every few steps. She turned to glance at him once more before ascending the staircase.

This was too easy for him, as he chased her up the staircase, grabbing her arm and pulling her in to kiss him. She attempted to fight back, making him realise that she had no idea what he had been doing with her friends, arousing him further. She continued to struggle against him as he forced her down onto the stairs. He quickly removed a rope from his tool belt and bound her hands above her head. It was only then that the resistance ceased, and she had a terrified look on her face, fear of knowing what was to come next.

She watched him unzip his jeans beneath his tool belt and shuffle himself up the stairs to level with her face. She fastened her lips tight, but he grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open and slid his dick deep into her throat.

"Don't you dare bite or I swear you will know what hurt is"

He began to buck his hips, fucking her mouth hard as she attempted to pull away from his thrusts, aggravating him to force her head further onto his cock. Resisting the urge to cum in her mouth without exploring her other holes, he removed himself quickly and headed back down her body.

 

She gasped desperately for air, attempting to recover from the ravaged mouth fucking he had just given her. As his hands and body moved down her, she attempted to squirm away with the realisation that she had removed her panties when she had returned home that evening. His hands pinned her hips to the step, as he slid his thumbs beneath her skirt, finding the inside of her thigh and her clean shaven pussy. With is touch she stopped resisting, allowing his fingers to explore her slowly moistening cunt.

His finger ran the length of her slit, over and over until finally settling at her clit, which he rolled his thumb over gently, causing her breathing to become shallower and her pussy to moisten further. His hands left her wetness to return to her wrists, carefully untying the rope binding them. She attempted to run, only to be pulled back face first onto the staircase and her hands bound behind her back. As he tied her she could feel his raging erection pressing hard into her back, and then felt his hand move to his tool belt once more as he removed another cloth, stuffing it in her mouth. His hands ran slowly down her back and once again beneath her skirt, spreading her wetness around her cunt.

She couldn't escape him now, but as he continued to play with her she became less reluctant and more aroused by his touch and the thought of taking him deep inside her. He slid his finger deep inside her pussy, her body instinctively tightening around it, bucking her hips into his gentle finger fuck. He removed his finger and the pressure of his erection between her ass cheeks caused her to tense, knowing exactly what was coming next.

He rubbed her wetness over the tip of his cock, and without warning slid deep into her tight ass. She wailed in pain, practically unheard behind her gag, unable to handle him within her. He bucked his hips harder and continued until she began to moan in pleasure, her ass beginning to accommodate him, beginning to love every moment of his ass rape. His hands slid between her legs as he began to massage her clit once more, her body responding by riding his cock as hard as he had ridden her. She loved every minute of this and could sense that he knew it too.

He moved to untie her hands, and stripped her of her dress, rebinding her before she could attempt to escape. Grabbing one firm nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers, he forcefully sucked and pulled at her chest while she attempted to escape his strong grip. Bringing one nipple near to the point of bloodshed, he turned his mouth to the other one, giving it the same treatment whilst using his free hand to finger fuck her ass and cunt simultaneously. Her moans through the gag aroused him further, possessing him to flip her back on her stomach and take her ass once more while squeezing hard on her breasts.

Fearing she was playing along to get her hands free, he quickly slid is cock out of her ass into her tight wet pussy, pummelling it hard. He could tell she was nearing orgasm from his ass fucking and continued to pump her hard, removing the gag from her mouth so that he could hear her moans of pleasure. 

"Do you like my dick in your ass?"

"Oh god yes"

"And how about when I'm fucking your pussy? Do you like me fucking you tight wet pussy?"

"Yes, oh God yes!!"

This was her fantasy since her first time, being taken forcefully by a stranger, but never in her dreams had she imagined such an intense fucking from any man she had ever met. She felt her body begin to reach climax and all her limbs entered into spasms as she shook violently beneath him. After the longest minute of her life, she collapsed in exhaustion, recovering from her most amazing climax.

Refusing to let her get the best of him, he spun her around and pulled her face to the level of his cock.

"Open your mouth and take what I have to give to you"

She reluctantly opened her mouth, so he forced her jaw as wide as it would go, cumming not only in her mouth, but across her face and chest. As he reached the end of his climax, he shoved his softening cock in her mouth, forcing her to suck him clean, licking up all their residual juices. Unbinding her hands, he slid back down the stairs to give her cunt a deep lick, zipped up his jeans and heading down the stairs and out the front door.

She sat, shocked and exhausted, wondering:

"What plumbing issue will I have next week?"



The Plumber



Laura didn't work; I don't think it was in her nature. While I frittered away my life as a drone at a mid-size financial planning and investment firm she whiled away her days smoking pot, hanging out with her deadbeat mates or just sitting at home having cyber sex with whoever happened to be online. To tease me she'd sometimes send me webcam shots of whatever raunch she was engaged in at the time, usually bent over, her big ass high in the air with some black rubber dong halfway into her hungry pussy. Sometimes she'd just send me a picture of her latest bowel movement, some enormous turd floating in the bowl, "shots from the log book" would be the title. It wasn't because I had a thing for shit or anything; she was just like that. She loved to make me squirm, loved to shock me.

The early stages of our relationship, consisted of an almost continuous sex act that really only stopped to resupply (food, pot, or beer). The first time she asked me to lick her asshole she waited until my tongue was firmly planted in her hole and then squeezed out a long deliberate and pretty pungent fart, she laughed as she did it, not an embarrassed titter, but a sadistic cruel chuckle that I would come to know well. Another time, after riding me to orgasm she collapsed on my chest, her large breasts crushed against me and her head resting beneath my chin, I was basking in the post-coital bliss, my cock still thrust firmly into her quim slowly growing flaccid, when I felt warmth spread over my thighs and liquid running over my balls, she was pissing over me, over our bed, and she laughed that laugh, that dirty laugh. 

So yes that's Laura, 25 years old, long sandy brown hair, she stands around 5 and bit feet tall, a little tubby I guess but not fat, with fantastic firm round breasts and a glorious ass that oozes (often literally) sex. She likes Hip Hop and black guys, booze and drugs, big cock and dirty sex. Me I'm early 30's tall and slim, broad shouldered I guess but not particularly muscular, average endowment I guess, Laura says she loves it but none of our extensive dildo collection is less than 2 inches longer than me and much fatter. I can't stand hip hop, I'm intimidated by black guys, but I guess we agree on pretty much everything else on the list, yes even big cock.

The toilet had broken Tuesday, I don't know what was wrong with it, the tank just wouldn't fill with water and so in order to flush the toilet you had to fill it with a bucket from the bath, I organised a plumber myself after Laura "forgot" to get around to it for three days in row. For three days I would come home and lift the bowl to find Laura had left another of her "gifts" to dispose of, for her it seemed a tireless source of amusement. I'd found a local plumber online and asked if he would mind coming over Friday to take a look. His name was Tony, and over the phone he sounded like a fairly typical Aussie tradesman, coarse alpha male type bloke. 

When I arrived home Friday evening Laura was asleep on the couch in front of the TV, wearing only a long pyjama top (which she probably hadn't changed out of all day, she had no underwear on, and with her knees tucked into her chest her pink pussy protruded lewdly from the twin ivory orbs of her fleshy succulent ass. Since Laura masturbated pretty much constantly while at home (and did little else) I didn't find it unusual that her pussy was pink and swollen and the fur matted with drying fluid.

I changed out of my suit into my lounging about clothes and went to the bathroom to take a piss, as I stood over the bowl (thankfully empty today) waiting for the flow to begin, Laura came in stumbling sleepily, she wrapped her arms around my waist and lent her head against my back and sighed contentedly. Of course this made it harder to pee, and so we stood there for a while as I tried to focus, picturing waterfalls and sprinklers etc. Finally after I finished I pushed the flush, and nothing happened.... 

"Did Tony come?" I asked, annoyed.

"Yeah but he needs some bit he didn't have, he's coming back tomorrow morning".

"It's Saturday tomorrow, does he realise that?"

"Is it? Yeah I guess he did".

I shook my head, wondering at the incompetence of tradesmen, and we left the bathroom. That night we ordered Pizza, drank a couple of beers and smoked some pot. 

We started watching a movie, some never ending Terrence Malick epic, but Laura grew bored, she lay her head on my lap, and fondled my balls while languidly mouthing my cock, in no particular hurry just a long luxurious blowjob you'd only dream about, it must have lasted most of an hour and ended with me spurting a prodigious amount of cum into her warm mouth. We dozed for a while on the couch, her holding my shrivelled but well loved member as she did most nights and snoring softly, in the early hours of the morning we made it the rest of the way to bed.

I awoke to the sound of voices in the house and mid morning sun streaming through the window. Laura was already up and about which was unheard of, she normally didn't surface until midday and only then under duress. I heard a man's voice, and Laura's dirty laugh. I got up, pulled on some shorts and a tee-shirt and went to investigate.

I entered the bathroom to see Laura perched on the bathroom sink, still in that night shirt, her legs together but still clearly naked underneath, her nipples clearly visible through the thin light blue material.

"Morning honey", Laura looked up and smiled at me, "the man is here to fix our toilet", the way she emphasised "man" was troubling and the smile had a distinctly mischievous bent to it that put me on edge.

So this was Tony, bent over the toilet with his arm down in the tank a wrench or shifting spanner or some such chrome tool in the other hand. He turned, to me, wiping his wet hand on his shorts before thrusting it out to shake. "Morning champ", he said with a sardonic smirk on his tanned and stubbly face. Of course he was one of those assholes who love to show how much of a man he is by crushing your hand, that it was still damp added to the unpleasantness of the whole experience. He was wearing a black polo shirt with his company logo on it, the obligatory football shorts, and steel cap boots. He was shorter than me, but not by much and he made up for it in bulk, he was stocky, solid but with very little fat, his black hair was curly, probably Italian back a generation or so.

"Make us coffee please baby?" asked Laura in that cutise childlike voice she used to arouse or piss me off.

I was annoyed, Tony had already exerted his alpha-maleness on me, and now Laura was making me get him coffee. "Black" said Tony, "no sugar" before I'd even agreed. I stalked out, a dark, impotent little storm cloud. I heard Laura giggle behind me.

I put the kettle on and dug around in the back of the pantry for the nastiest old instant coffee I could find, fucked if "Tony" was getting the good stuff, and fuck Laura too. I took my time, making myself a cup of tea and finishing some toast before bothering to return to the bathroom with the now lukewarm mugs. 

When I entered the bathroom, Laura was on her knees beside the toilet rifling around in the tool box; Tony was standing over the tank again, one knee on the closed toilet lid the other down the side for balance. It was then I noticed what seemed impossible, protruding slightly from the bottom of his footy shorts was the circumcised head of his cock... his shorts were short, but still... 

"I'm helping Tony find his tool".

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous innuendo. Humiliated I snapped something back about how if she was so good at it maybe she could get a job.

It was a clumsy retort that reeked of pique and frustration and I knew it had instantly made things worse,

"Oh baby, don't be like that, don't be jealous. You're still my little man."

Laura stood up and walked over to my side, her hands brushed against my crotch as she reached for the cooling mug of shitty coffee, and looked back at Tony, who watched us, that same superior know it all smirk. I was out of my depth here, this guy was twice the man I was, we all knew it.

I reluctantly offered out the mug, while he sat on the closed lid of the toilet, legs straddling either side, making no effort to hide the ludicrous bulge in his shorts. The mouth of the pant leg hung loosely around his muscled legs displaying glimpses of his enormous junk.

"You've got smooth hands" he said, as I passed him the mug, "they'd love you in prison".

Laura tittered and moved back towards Tony, she stood over the collection of tools and parts beside the toilet again, "Tony says the problem is that we needed a new ballcock". She bent over, causing the shirt to ride up revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks.

"I'm sure he does" I said, rolling my eyes, "Is that even a real thing?"

"Sure is, I don't think the old one was up to the job" said Tony. At this he placed his hand on Laura's night shirt lifting it to reveal her pale round ass. He drained the mug in one draft and placed it on the tiles. Then he stood up, his free hand cupping the bulge in his shorts, and lifting, the long thick slug behind the fabric shifted up, the head nearly reaching all the way across his thigh. "Luckily I have one that should do the trick".

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, through gritted teeth, white with rage.

"Your Missus needs a real man, and from what she tells me, so do you, Don't be shy big fella, Laura tells me you love the cock. She reckons you can't get enough of those big rubber dongs you've got under the bed". 

Laura feigned shock, slapping his hand. "I told you that was a secret" she said to Tony.

Despite my humiliation I felt my own cock stirring in my underpants, it was true I had a thing for anal fucking, receiving more than giving, and I love to fuck ass as much as the next perve. Laura teased me about it, called me a faggot, but it was our secret she was happy to play that way, as long as she was getting her fair share too. Her favourite pastime was fucking herself with her favourite 9 inch dong while I fucked her in the ass. 

And now our very private sex life was the a source of amusement for this arrogant prickly, drinking my coffee, fondling my girlfriend, and probably charging me for the time. How could I compete with Tony and his rough manly hands, and his huge trunk like legs and arms, and that cock, that magnificent cock, He'd pulled aside his shorts now and exposed it flapping it idly as it slowly swelled. The fat purple head of his dick was smacking softly against the flesh of his hairy thigh. The skin of the shaft far darker than the skin of his legs anchored in a the coarse black bush of his pubic hair. A single tear of pre-cum oozed from the slit. 

"Isn't it beautiful honey?" asked Laura, "Don't you just want to eat it all up?"

Despite myself I was transfixed, unable to tear my eyes away as he hypnotically beat it against his leg.

Tony pulled the night shirt over Laura's head exposing her large fleshy orbs. He cupped one tit and began licking and sucking at the nipple roughly. Laura groaned and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as her hands embraced Tony's head. Tony slapped his meat against his thigh again, and before I'd thought about what I was doing I'd stepped close to him and dropped to my knees.

Inches from my face his cock and balls were the whole world, unlike my dick the head of Tony's was the same thickness as the shaft but that was thick, really thick, it was shaped like loaf, he was hairy and smelt of sweat, and sex, the strong smells of semen and pussy. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his heavy cock, my fingers not actually reaching the whole way around the shaft. He'd let go by then, taking a fistful of my hair and pushing my head into his crotch.

My mouth struggled to envelope the enormous head of his member, luckily I still gripped half of it in my hand otherwise I would have choked almost immediately. Pulling my head back and forward he fucked my face, incredibly I realised that his cock was only partially erect and has he thrust in and out of my mouth it swelled and stiffened even more, filling my mouth as I struggled to breath through my nose. I had to keep my mouth open so wide to avoid scraping the shaft with my teeth that within minutes my jaw ached.

"You're a good match you two, a right little pair of sluts." Tony muttered between mouthfuls of tit. "I want it" moaned Laura and I felt her move in beside me, Tony's legs widening to accommodate the pair or us, he slid his ass forward, trying to get to his balls. 

"Get out of the way faggot", urged Laura, and after several more hard thrusts deep into my mouth Tony pushed me away so roughly I fell back on my ass. Laura greedily moved in swooping onto Tony's massive thick veined rod, and wasting no time began gobbling it like the cock sucking pro she was.

I looked up, short of breath and gasping, Laura was on her knees her face buried in Tony's crotch her ass high in the air, her pussy and asshole exposed and inviting.

I moved in behind on all fours, horny now, beyond all reason. Between Laura's thighs was a glistening matted mess, flushed pink, engorged with blood and on inspection I could now see the dried knotted hair was stiff with dried cum. The hair around her puckered crinkly asshole thick with a mix of fluids. 

I feasted on her, bathing her cunt and asshole, softening the dried cum and whatever else was smeared over her dripping snatch and slimy brown hole. 

Laura's juices ran down my chin, and down her legs, as I worked my way over her bum hole I felt her tense and knew she was pushing out... A wet fart escaped her anus and grey semen, Tony's cum from yesterday apparently, oozed out of her asshole onto my lips and tongue. I was beyond caring and wild with lust. I sucked on her anus, clearly still recovering from what must have been an almighty buggering the day before it opened easily and I plundered her asshole like a lunatic.

"Mmmph mmmph" she began to squirm writhing, but unable to speak with Tony's enormous rod jammed down her throat, she rocked back and gasped as the rigid pole slid from her mouth. Tony slapped it across her face as she composed herself and then said, "I really need to shit".

Tony, with that smirk that seemed permanently plastered on his arrogant face stood up slowly teasingly slowly. Laura had closed her legs and wriggled uncomfortably. As soon as the toilet seat was free she flipped the lid back and sat down. A series of sloppy farts preceded a loud plop and Laura released an audible sigh or relief.

"Thanks honey" she said gazing up at Tony who stood over her watching amused. At some point whiled I'd been gorging on Laura's nether regions I'd shed my pants and was jacking my painfully swollen cock, kneeling there on all fours, ignored, my face smeared in cunt juice and muck. Pre cum flowed freely from my cock, I was a pathetic sight, and I had never been this aroused.

"Look at the little bitch" said Laura cruelly, seemingly remembering I was there again. "Come here faggot, Mama has a little present for you". I padded forward a few feet so my face was close to her pussy again, I could smell the nasty stink rising out of the bowl from between her legs, overpowering the copious fluid that covered her thighs and pussy. She slid forward thrusting her pussy out and pulled my head into her snatch; I attacked her pussy again as she ground herself against me roughly.

I felt something wet and warm splash into the cleft of my ass cheeks and then a rough finger smear up and down my crack. Without warning Tony pushed his fat sausage finger into my asshole, he spat again directly onto my ass and I realised Tony was kneeling behind me now. He wiggled it around and fucked it a little before forcing another finger inside. 

Laura stood up and turned around before sitting down again, straddling the toilet seat her ass was directly in my face.

I heard Laura laugh that cruel chuckle and felt his thick rod slap against my ass cheek. I was nervous now, I'd been fucked before by Laura and her toys, but that had been with a lot of lube and preparation and patience... Tony didn't have lube, he certainly didn't seem to have patience and it looked like a rough fingering and a slap of his meaty loaf against my cheeks was as close to preparation as I could expect, 

He pushed me forwards my face wedged into Laura's cheeks,

"Lick me clean you shit eating fag", Laura cupped her cheeks, spreading them wide. The newly laid greasy smears around her cheeks now adding to the smell rising from the bowl.

My mind was soon distracted from the thankless and gut churning task of cleaning Laura's ass, as Terry began forcing the massive tool into my willing but under prepared ass. Thankfully my anus was no stranger to oversized albeit simulated dick and as he slowly pushed in I opened willingly needing to be fucked. I moaned as I was pushed further into Laura's sweaty greasy crack. 

Tony's pace was quickening, he was close, and he grunted and slammed forward hard, so deep I felt him stab up into my colon. I felt his cock pulse through my abused sphincter, and knew he was dumping thick loads of cum deep into my bowel. He kept it in me for a minute or so, buried to the hilt, I felt so incredibly full, I remained there wedged mewling and whimpering between Laura cheeks and Tony, my cock rock hard weeping pre-cum. When he slid out, my knees gave out and I collapsed on my side. 

But Laura wasn't done yet and as Tony stood up, his softening but still impressive member wet with slime clutched in his hand she slid forward on the edge of the toilet seat, I rolled onto my back, face up, I saw Laura reaching for Tony's dick, licking her lips and preparing to suck some life back into his might tool, with one hand she reached between her labia parting them with two fingers, she released a stream of piss over me, frigging her wanton clit as she emptied her bladder over me and the bathroom tiles.

Laura kept sucking on Tony's cock for ages while I lay beneath them jacking my cock in a puddle of Laura's piss, once she was in the zone she could spend hours on a blowjob. Eventually though she had enough, "Fuck me" she demanded of Tony.

They changed position, Laura turned around, and lowered herself onto my dick, her cunt was cavernous and more wet than I had ever known it, her eyes met mine, her face was messy covered in streaks of saliva and fluids from the head job she'd just given then. She gave me a little wink, and spat a thick gob of whatever accumulated smegma she'd gathered off Tony's dick onto my face. We kissed and licked at each others faces like maniacs. Tony moved in behind Laura and I felt him playing with her bottom, the strange sensation on my dick of fingers moving about in her anus through the thin membrane between her pussy and ass. She was groaning as he finger fucked her working 2 and then three fingers into her hungry anus.

Then he was up and pushing into her with his dick, Laura sighed and whimpered and I felt the crush of his cock sliding pushing up against mine through the walls of her colon, threatening to squeeze me out. I thrust up, knowing if I came out now it would be nigh impossible to re-enter her once Tony got going. He slammed down in answer and Laura bit back a scream, spurred on by a chance to get some of my own back on Laura I began answering Tony's thrusts with my own and we worked up a steady rhythm of fucking that soon had Laura sobbing in ecstasy, she came repeatedly, actually squirting cum over me adding to the puddle of filth I was lying in. I couldn't last though and within a few minutes I felt my balls tense as they emptied into her gaping quim.

Tony kept slamming into Laura, far from done; she was biting my bottom lip, I could taste blood in my mouth, tears rolling down her face, sobbing in ecstasy. Finally after long minutes of brutal fucking he grunted and slammed into her for a final time. Tony remained pushed up against her buttocks' breathing deeply, recovering. Laura nestled on my chest now; eyes closed, shuddering as waves of orgasm receded. She was full of cock and covered in the products of our fucking. 




The Plumber



I felt him slide out of Laura's ass. He stood then, grabbing his shorts from where they'd been flung and gathering his tools shaking his head. Laura and I lay there utterly spent, but enjoying the warm afterglow of an intense fucking.

"I'll come back Monday and finish the job" Tony said as he picked up the tool box and straightened his clothes, "Make sure you're out of the house, faggot".

We lay there silently, listening as Tony moved through our house, helping himself to a beer from the kitchen as he let left. I felt Laura tense as she expelled the warm cum from her ass... I replied with a wet slimy cum fart of my own, the thick fluid oozing between my cheeks, we giggled and held each other, the room thick with the smells of debasement.



The Plumber



I came home from work to find a plumbers van in the driveway. We've been having trouble with a backed up drain so I didn't think anything about it. As I approached I could see through the window in the door. My wife Mia wearing a half shirt and tight short shorts was straddling the plumber who was under the sink with his legs sticking out. She was turning on and off the faucet. 

Mia is an incredibly hot woman, five foot eight with long blonde hair and thirty-eight inch D-cup silicone breasts that she bought when she stripped her way through college. We've swung a couple of times but never found anyone that worked for us both.

Every now and then she would reach for a tool and hand it to the plumber. After one tool hand off the plumber took a long look at Mia's legs then positioned himself to look up her top. I'm sure he was seeing under boobage. He began to rub his hand up her leg. Mia tensed up but didn't stop him. 

Soon the plumber had his hand over her crouch and began rubbing it through her shorts. Mia still leaning over the sink began to grind into his hand. 

I could hear her moan through an open window as she ground into his hand until he removed it.

The plumber a biker looking dude with long greasy hair tied in a pony tail and tattoos on both arms slid out from under her and positioned himself behind her. 

Pining her to the counter he stuck his hands under her top and began roughly fondling her tits while he ground his cock into her ass. He then started kissing and biting her neck. 

Mia in a daze was getting into the rough treatment.

He stopped and spun her around. Mia, with her face flush with anticipation as her chest heaved up and down as the plumber took it all in. He then pulled her top off and let her tits bounce out.

I love the way they look when she does that. He pinched and pulled on her nipples then he'd slap them to watch them bounce. He stuck his head in between them and shook. Then grabbing one and squeezing really hard he sucked on the erect nipple. He was enthralled with her tits as he watched them bounce each time he slapped then. I heard him say he'd never fucked a bitch with fake tits before. 

Mia, half scared and half excited just stood there and let him play with her until he pushed her head down to his cock. He undid his pants and let his dick out. It was long and skinny. He order her to suck it which she immediately did as she was told.

She's an excellent cock sucker. She licked and played with the head before slowly engulfing the shaft. She bobbed up and down on his cock alternating between fast and slow. She then ran her tongue down his shaft and sucked his balls into her mouth jacking him off as she did. After she swished them around awhile she went back to deep throating him. After she blew him for about five minutes he yanked her up by her hair, spun her around and forcibly pushed her against the counter.

He pulled her shorts off then slapped her firm ass and squeezed it with one hand while grabbing her tit with the other. She let out a low moan. "Me thinks the bitch likes it rough, don't you?" he said. Mia didn't answer so he pulled her hair really hard yanking her head back and making her tits jet out. "I didn't hear you" he said. 

"Yes" she blurted out. "Yes what?" "I like it rough" she gasp.

With that he pushed her down making her ass stick out and in one motion he slammed his dick all the way into her now wet pussy. 

She let out a scream. 

He grabbed her ass with both hands and pounded away at her. He was fucking her like an animal, and by the noise she was making she was eating it up. He started pulling her hair back with one hand as he pulled and pinched a nipple with the other. Occasionally he'd slap her ass. At one point he grabbed both arms and pulled them back making her tits jet out again as he rode her like a motorcycle. 

He pulled her away from the counter and continued pounding away at her. This made her tits really bounce. He bit her neck which sent Mia to a massive orgasm. 

The plumber pulled out spun her around and pushed her to her knees. He shoved his cock in her mouth and ordered her to suck it. He grabbed her head with both hands and face fucked her hard. Soon he exploded in her mouth all the while holding her head so she'd have to swallow his load. 

She struggled to get free but he held her tight. Soon it was over and he again pulled her up by her hair and squeezed her cheeks to open her mouth so he could check to make sure she swallowed. Not happy he slapped her face and ordered her to swallow it all. 

She swallowed deep then opened her mouth to show him again. Some cum had trickled down her face and he wiped it with his finger and stuck it in her mouth. She sucked it clean.

Happy he gave her a hard smack on her ass. "I'm gonna use your ass up" he proudly proclaimed. That's when I figured I'd better leave. 

I went to the local titty bar and had several lap dances. When I got home Mia was in the shower. I quickly undressed and joined her. I had a raging hard on. Seeing the marks on her neck I came up behind her and cupped her breasts in my hands while grinding my cock into her still red butt crack.

She reached between her legs and grabbed my dick and gave it a massage. I'm way bigger than the plumber and usually have a hard time entering her buy he had loosened her up. She guided my cock into her waiting cunt and it slip in effortlessly. 

I continued to massage her breasts as I pumped away. She had several orgasms before I shot my load deep inside her. She turned around and kissed me and asked what got into me. 

I told her she had that just fucked look that turns me on so much and I couldn't resist. She looked shocked but didn't respond. 

Latter that week she left to go shopping with the girls. When she returned she looked a little disheveled. Again she headed to the shower. 

When she got out I was waiting for her with another hard on. I spun her around and fucked her hard from the rear just like her plumber did earlier in the week. I could tell by how easily I slid in that she'd been fucked earlier that night. 

"What's gotten into you lately?" she asked. 

"I could ask you the same question" I replied. She dropped it and went to moaning as I fucked her hard.

I pulled her arms back and rode her like a motorcycle the same way the plumber had done earlier. She really got into it. We both came at the same time.

The next time she went shopping with the girls I followed her. She went to the mall's parking lot and sat in her car for about fifteen minutes. A Harley pulled up next to her. It was the plumber. 

When she got out of the car she had on a completely different outfit. She had on five inch heels, a half shirt and a short, short denim mini skirt. She hopped on the back of the bike and they took off. By the looks of her ass on the seat she wasn't wearing any underwear. I followed them to a biker bar on the edge of town.

He was cupping her ass under her skirt as they went inside.

I had to see what was going on but there's no way I could go inside. I went around the block and parked, then, I crept up the alley to the back of the bar. There was a widow up high so I grabbed a trash can and stood on it. I could just see inside through the dirty window.

Mia was downing shots as she played pool with the plumber and giving a nice view of her ass to everyone else when she bent over to shoot. Sometimes she would lean back against him and he would stick his hand under her shirt and rub her tits.

After a couple of games a big burley man got on the dance floor and announced it was time for the wet t-shirt contest. 

The plumber pushed her towards the center of the floor but she resisted. Finally the big burly man came over a picked her up over his should and carried her to the center.

Her skirt rode up over her ass giving the guys a good show. When he set her down he gave her a stern look and pointed at her to stay. There were five girls in the contest and Mia was by far the hottest. They were handed t-shirts and escorted off stage. 

When they returned they were wearing the t's and had cut or tied them according to their tastes. Mia had cut hers down the front and tied it in a knot so it really hugged her big tits. When it was her turn to get wet the crowd went nuts. 

The water must have been ice cold by her reaction to it and the fact that her nipples really stuck out as she strutted around the stage. Some guys tried to grope her and she would stop and let them feel her up. Reminiscent of her stripper days she would sit in a bikers lap as he felt her up. Everyone that groped her would stuff some money down her skirt and linger long enough to rub her clit.

She approached the plumber and he ripped the shirt off exposing her beautiful tits to the crowd of bikers. They whooped it up. Encouraged he grabbed her skirt and pulled it off. Naked she pranced around the stage to the delight of the guys. She easily won the contest. 

I lost sight of her when the back door opened. It was Mia, still naked, and the plumber. I jumped down behind the trash can. They were kissing and groping each other.

He spun her around and started fucking her. He slammed away at her for awhile until he exploded. He then spun her around and told her to clean him up so his old lady wouldn't smell her on him. 

She immediately went down on him. She did him so well he got hard again and he ordered her to finish him off, which she did. After her onslaught he came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

He cupped her face to make sure. "Good girl" he said as he pulled her up and went inside.

I headed home and as I drove I was passed by the plumber with a still naked Mia on the back of his bike.

Mia now dressed arrived about a half-hour later. I told her to come to me and she did. I ordered her to take off her clothes. See looked puzzled but complied. When she was naked I ordered her to suck my dick.

She knelt between my legs and went to town. It didn't take long for me to explode in her mouth. She got up and took a shower. We fucked that night like rabbits. 

This went on for a few months. We were having the best sex of our lives. 

One night she came home quite disheveled with a fat lip and a black eye. She tried to hide it from me but I followed her to the bathroom. 

I asked her what happened and she wouldn't say. When I asked her if her biker plumber boyfriend had done that to her she looked shocked. It's okay I assured her, I knew everything and was enjoying the new her. I told her how I had came home that day and saw her fuck him and how I'd followed her to the bar. 

She was embarrassed and apologetic but I reassured her it was all good. 

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it because it's over" she said. "His wife came to the bar and found us together and beat the shit out of me." She explained how they fought and how the crowd egged them on and how she ended up with most her clothes ripped off of her rolling around on the floor. 

As she described the events she noticed I was rubbing my cock threw my pants. "Damn, you are one kinky motherfucker aren't you?" she coyly said as she lowered herself down to my cock and released it. She started to suck on my hard cock and when I told she was in no shape to be sucking my dick she told me I deserved it for being so understanding. 

She didn't want to fuck so she finished me off with her mouth and as I exploded she swallowed every drop. Losing her biker fuck buddy didn't slow us down, now we go to topless bars and enter her in contests and other wild stuff.

The End



The Plumber Can't Come Til Morning



"Just thinking of her makes my cunt buttery and warm."

"Her, or her fucking your son just across the hallway?"

"A bit of both I think."

She pressed her bottom against her husband, wanted to feel his cock touch her. She knew that he must be as hard as she was wet. The thought of their college aged son and his hot girlfriend, the first he had ever brought home, fucking, was a surprising turn on, but tonight, there was an extra thrill, a bit of danger. She could barely breathe. She wanted, she needed, sex, without worrying about restraining her enthusiasm.

"Touch me, please, touch me, I need you to touch me, please, Daddy" she begged, knowing how he loved it when she called him that, though they were close in age. " You make my little cunt so wet, my belly needs the feel of your hands, my cunt wants to get filled by your throbbing cock." 

His hand caressed her naked hip, warm against her curvy womanly flesh.

She sighed as his fingers followed that curve around to her belly, stopping for a moment, warm against the soft flesh just above her wet throbbing cunt. She knew that he loved everything about her body, even that little pouch of flesh she had never lost after bearing their son. But she also knew that the look of the new girl staying the weekend had turned him on. The instant Tammy had arrived, all her needs packed in one bulging gym bag, Sara Daniels had realized not only that had her son chosen well, but he had picked a babe who looked a lot like Sara had in her own college days.

Sara felt his fingers relax, his hand opened flat, sliding all over her belly, brushing her sensitive flesh, teasing her, her arousal filling the bedroom with her sweet musk even before he touch her honeypot. All that it took was the threat that he might dip down to touch her molten center. His hands had always felt so good to her. 

His bare skin, his chest, matted with greying hair, but still so powerfully masculine, pressed against her back. She finally felt his cock hard against her bottom, nestling in between the curves of her buttocks.

Was that a noise in the hallway?

"Don't stop, Daddy," Sara moaned. "I need to finish."

She prayed he would not stop.

Her loins wriggled on the sheet, trying to capture his fingers in the folds of her hot burning little pink slit. It was torture how his fingertips teased her swollen labia. She felt his touch along the top of her hungry cleft, and she almost came right then. 
She felt that first contact that she had so craved, his fingers finding her wetness. She felt his breath on her neck just as she felt his fingers slide between her thighs, cupping her entire wet womanhood. He pulled her tight against him. She pushed back his erection, implanting it firmly between the cheeks of her ass. Shock waves of lust coursed through her entire body as she started her first climax of the night.

"Now it's your turn, Daddy," Sara moaned as the quivering slowed, "You need to come, and I need your cock."

She reached behind her and grasped her husband's hardness, shuffling her body as she steered his tip along her taint towards the opening of her cunt. Her plentiful fluids eased the transition.

In her excitement, Sara almost did not hear the bedroom door open. She froze, her fist clenching her hubby's rigid shaft just below the throbbing purple helmet, as the knob turned and the hinges creaked in the still silence of the night.

"Sorry to wake you, Mr. and Mrs. D, but I need to go pee really badly and you know..."

Sara saw Tammy framed in the dim light filtering through the gap in the partially opened doorway. The twenty year old body was easily visible through a long flimsy sleep T shirt, made translucent by the back lighting.

"We know, come in and use our bathroom."

Earlier that evening, when Tammy had gone to wash up for bed, a pipe had burst in the main bathroom, spewing water all over the place. Sara and her hubby had quite enjoyed their brief unexpected glimpse of the young woman wearing a wet T-shirt, nipples instantly reacting to the cold water. Fortunately, there was a shut off valve just under the sink and Mr. D had moved swiftly to contain the damage. He later admitted to Sara that he had been excited by crouching down by those long tanned shapely legs, and had tried to look up the T-shirt to see whether or not Tammy was wearing panties to bed.

Mr. D had called the 24 hour plumbing service, but the plumber was already out on a call, and had three more waiting. Since the Daniels had a second bathroom in the master bedroom suite, they could wait until the morning, even though the shut off valve meant no flow of water to the toilet as well as the sink.

The two college kids had quickly finished their night time rituals in that en suite bathroom and had retreated to the son's room. Sara had told both youngsters not to hesitate if they needed to use the en suite during the night.

And now here was Tammy, needing to pee, just when Sara was about to get fucked.

There was nothing to do but lay frozen in place, hubby's cock throbbing warmly in Sara's hand, as Tammy scurried through the carpeted space at the foot of the bed and slinked into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind her.

"You liked the view, didn't you, Daddy?" Sara whispered into her husband's ear as Tammy turned on the water to mask the sound of her stream tinkling against the bowl, not realizing that Sara would have been excited by the sound, being a long time water sport enthusiast.

Sara did not realize that Tammy overheard this question - the house was old enough that the wood of the door frame was warped. And by trying to gently shut the door, Tammy had failed to latch it. When it popped open a crack, she had her T-shirt nightie puddled around her waist, and was busy emptying her water into the porcelain. She held her breath, wondering how her boyfriend's father would respond, unsure just how she wanted him to respond. Just the shock of that realization made her nipples puffy.

"I guess you could tell by how the sight made my cock surge even fuller. You know it takes a lot to make me even more turned on than just being about to have sex with you," Tammy heard. "You know how much I love fucking you."

Tammy gasped, remembering to bite her lip just in time to stifle any sound. She sat on the toilet, listening to the bedsheets rustle, a sound not unfamiliar, as she had one of those room mates who had never been shy about sneaking boys into their dorm room. Tammy was reminded of all the nights she had lain in her narrow campus bed, silently masturbating to the sound of young lovers just a few feet away. Now she found herself just as excited by the older couple. Her nipples popped out, stiffening as she held her breath.

Sara had shifted in her practiced fashion into one of their favourite positions, her lying on her left side, her right leg up and tossed back over her hubby's leg. She loved how her husband's big hands felt as he ran them up her belly to cup her tits, grazing her swollen nipples - so warm, so strong, sending pulses of electricity from her nubbins straight to her clit. Her cunt gushed, the slipperiness lubricating her to allow him entry to her. Keeping his feet spread apart, Sara presented her cunt to his cock with her thighs open and her ass warm against his hairy belly. She shook as her hips thrust back to swallow his whole cock. She bit her lower lip to stifle a cry as his manhood slid into her, the first contact of his meat in her wetness. He thrust one direction as she pushed the other, burying his shaft to the root in her gash, his swollen cockhead throbbing deep inside her womb. She felt his breath on her shoulder and neck as he held her tight against his body. She felt his erection throbbing inside her. Sara wanted to scream in ecstasy, but knew that Tammy was a few feet away.

None of this was visible to Tammy. Leaning forward to reach a square of toilet paper, she could see the bedding moving in that unmistakable manner, and she had to admit to herself that she wished she could see their bare flesh, could watch as that cock slid into that cunt. She was not even embarrassed to wonder how Mr. D's cock compared to her boyfriend's. Since he was his son, would the father be as well endowed? She knew how much she loved the fatness of her lover's cock. She stroked her clit as she wiped her gash, wishing that she could experience whatever Mr. D had to offer.

Sara could stay silent no longer.

"Daddy, I love how your hands feel on my body, your confidence as you grasp my flesh while you fill my cunt so fully."

Tammy could not believe that Sara, who had seemed so proper and reserved at dinner, was so wantonly filled with lust. Not to mention apparently filled by her husband's cock. If that cock could fill a middle -aged cunt, Tammy realized that it would likely stretch her youthful slit wider than she ever had experienced. And, she thought, if Sara calls him Daddy, maybe Mr. D would like a tender young lover to explore a fantasy with.

'What the heck are you thinking?' Tammy said to herself. 'You can't go thinking about fucking your boyfriend's father. And you sure can't do anything to make it happen.'

That sobering thought shook Tammy out of her reverie long enough that she realized she had been in the bathroom a long time. She quickly flushed the toilet and stood, the T-shirt once more falling over her thighs, covering her ass and cunt, just barely. A couple of hours earlier, she had been the one getting fucked, just like Sara now, the T-shirt bunched around her waist as Sara's son had thrust into her doggy-style. She had felt him slide one hand lightly across her flesh, confidently fluttering across her dewy belly his talented hand exploring her swollen pussy, his fingers becoming wet with her sliding and gliding along her slit, stroking her swollen labia. She was so hot she could smell her own sex. She knew if he touched her clit, she would explode, but if he denied her, she might explode even more.

They had climaxed almost together, his cock pulsing just as her orgasm had struck, his fingers tugging on her nipples. He had reached one hand back to slap her ass, because Tammy was a girl that liked her sex rough. She found manly power dominating her arousing. Her submission was the key to her absolute pleasure. Sara's son was the best lover she had ever experienced. Tammy recalled that her womb was still packed full of his great gobs of goo. Suddenly, she felt very confused - turned on, but ashamed, all at the same time.

As she tried to exit the en suite bathroom quietly, hoping the busy lovers would not notice, Tammy could not help but wonder if the father might be any even better lover. Just when Tammy passed the end of the bed, Sara shifted and the covers fell away, exposing the older woman's upper body. There was just enough ambient lighting for Tammy to make out the exquisite mounds topped by pencil eraser sized nubs. Tammy gasped, realizing that not only might Mr. D be a great lover, but that she also wondered what it would be like to make love with an experienced woman like Sara. She had no idea whether Sara even liked Sapphic sex, but Tammy knew how many nights she has spent wishing she had the courage to cross her dorm room and snuggle with her room mate and the guy of the night, not only to share the cock, but also to experience the sort of passion only two women can give each other.

Tammy turned, hoping to get to the hallway before Sara or Mr. D realized she was there. She only had time to raise one foot before Sara shouted, making the young woman pause.

"Touch me, please Daddy, while you fuck me. Oh, Daddy, touch your little girl, fuck your little girl. Daddy, I need you, please. Please, touch me. Please fuck me. Help me, Daddy, help your little girl. Make me your favourite fuck toy, Daddy. Make me come."

"You'll come when Daddy says you can come, baby girl," Mr. D. growled into Sara's ear, either not knowing or not caring that Tammy was standing at the foot of the bed, easily able to hear the command.

Tammy stood there, stunned and impressed by how hungry the older couple seemed to be for each other, even after many years of marriage. She realized that she was enjoying watching him mauling Sara's tits, and the subtle movement of the sheets as his hard cock sawed back and forth inside what Tammy had to guess was a very wet, even sodden, cunt. She imagined his meat rubbing Sara's cunt, and was overcome with the desire to touch her own slit, lifting her T-shirt to her waist and sliding a finger along her labia, touching her clit, until she felt her juices running down over her hand.

That jolted Tammy back to reality, as she prayed that her flow was merely coating her inner thighs, perhaps trickling down towards a knee, but, please God, not onto the carpet in her boyfriend's parents' room. She once again resolved to try to sneak out without disturbing the married lovers.

Before she could move, however, Mr. D. gave one more extra vigorous tug on Sara's right nipple, thrusting more deeply into her cunt than anything Tammy had witnessed before. He grunted and Tammy recognized that he was pouring his seed into the wet waiting receptacle. Sara was also shaking, the electricity running visibly through her body as orgasm overtook her.

Tammy realized in that moment that she was imagining her boyfriend's father's huge jutting cock pressed into her own tight cunt. She felt like she was sharing its burning heat, its insistence with Sara. She could feel her juices now damp and hot, her cunt soaked like Sara's must be. She envied Sara the experience of feeling the pre-cum. She could feel the wet trail trickle down her inner thigh. She couldn't speak. The room began spinning. She wanted to ask, to beg them to let her join them, but she was frozen in space.

"Who do you belong to?" Tammy heard Mr. D. say as the climaxes subsided. Tammy was shocked to realize that she was still frozen at the foot of the bed.

"I belong to you, Daddy," Sara replied.

Tammy was even more shocked to realize that she had an urge to repeat Sara's declaration. She had never been taken by Mr. D., had never considered it until moments ago, but now Tammy knew that he could take her, and that she desperately desired him to take her. Whether Sara joined in or not, Tammy did not really care. As much as she thought she might love their son, Tammy knew that she would never be fulfilled until she was thoroughly fucked by the man who liked to be called "Daddy".

"Take off that shirt and join us, dear."

It took a second for Tammy to realize that Sara was talking to her.

"B...bu...but...what about..." Tammy stammered, suddenly unable to even remember her boyfriend's name, but not so far overtaken with lust that she could fuck his parents without at least a bit of guilt.

"I bet that you fucked his brains out and left him sleeping like a baby," Sara replied.

"True..." Tammy said, still hesitant. She realized that she had not said "no" to Sara's original instruction, which meant she was doomed - the older woman could just overcome every objection. However, Tammy was enjoying the seduction, and noticed that Sara must be as well, because the older woman's hand was trailing down her own tummy, idly stroking at her cunt, which was still glistening in the dim light of the bedroom, leaking Mr. D.'s potent seed. With her next glance, Tammy noticed that Mr. D's cock was already starting to recover, fresh blood engorging the organ that was coated in Sara's cunt juices. It was, Tammy noticed, even bigger than her boyfriend's - maybe once fully erect, the length could be comparable, but even half hard, Mr. D.'s girth put his son to shame. Tammy realized that it would be the fattest cock she ever fucked.

"Take it off," Mr. D. spoke. His voice was so matter of fact, but so masterful, that Tammy was lifting the hem of the long shirt over her hips before she knew what she was doing.

"See - I told you- the little slut isn't even wearing panties," Tammy heard Sara say as the shirt slid up exposing her tits, the erect nipples aching at the promise that Mr. D, the older, more experienced version of Tammy's lover, would soon suck them. Tammy shivered wondering if Mr. D and Sara would each suck one at the same time. This made her pussy muscles convulse, a bit of the goo surging out to run down her inner thigh. The pungent mixture of sperm and cunt juice perfumed the bedroom air.

"It smells like someone brought us a cream pie," Sara giggled. This made Tammy quiver in even greater anticipation. Sara's son was not a great cunt lapper, but Tammy suddenly figured that his father might be, and if not, perhaps Sara would make up for it. Tammy had not come from a tonguing in a long time. Her fear and confusion was rapidly giving way to excitement as the shirt finished sliding over her arms, getting stuck only momentarily around her ears, which made Tammy stagger slightly, her knees bumping the mattress. As the fabric pulled loosely over her head, she lowered her arms, one hand steadying her, pressed onto the Daniels' bed. Bent over, her full young tits dangled just a couple of feet from the couple's faces, offering them a close up view of her cleavage, her puffy aureole, her hard nubs.

Tammy paused, only a little surprised at how much she was enjoying this exhibitionist moment - after all, she had knowingly paraded her lithe curves around the dorm, or on various beaches, ever since she had first noticed men noticing her. A teeny bikini, or a camisole and panties teased young hormones mercilessly. She was thrilled to look at Mr. D.'s cock stiffen even though he just exploded. Apparently totally nudity worked in darkened marital bedrooms.

Sara was also staring at the beauty poised to climb onto the bed, but her left hand slid up her husband's thigh, rubbing his hardening shaft, caressing his aching balls, and then pumping his length toward a full erection. Tammy could not help staring.

"Would you like to taste it?" Sara whispered.

"That way you'll get a sense of how Sara tastes as well..." Mr. D spoke softly, but something in the way he spoke made Tammy know she had to obey.

"Yes, Daddy," Tammy heard the words before she was even aware that she was saying them.

She crawled up the bed, planting her knees and one hand carefully to avoid the legs hidden under the sheets. Her eyes locked onto the still growing cock now less than a foot in front of her face. She felt Sara shift, one hand still on her hubby's cock. Sara's other hand began to stroke Tammy's hip. The young woman was amazed at how warm she felt wherever her boyfriend's mother touched her. She bent lower as the hand roamed her flank, rubbing first her side, then around to her belly, only to sweep around to caress her back, and quickly, cupping one dangling boob. Tammy squealed just a bit as Sara tweaked her right nipple.

"Sh, we don't want to wake up sleepyhead," Sara giggled, referring to Tammy's boyfriend, Sara's son. There was a tiny pause, just a couple of heartbeats. The two women, one barely out of her teens, still prime, firm, glowing, the other older, experienced, more plush than lush, locked eyes. Sara's husband almost missed the tiny head movements which seemed to be the unspoken agreement that for this moment at least, neither woman cared about Sara's son. It was as if he did not exist, was not asleep just across the hall. Consequences be damned. Morning would come, but first, the three on this bed would come.

As quickly as that moment happened, it passed, then Sara was shaking her own body out from under the sheet. The older woman finally released her grip on her husband's cock, allowing her to grip Tammy's head and urge the young woman's mouth toward that meaty target.

Before Tammy had time to open her mouth and swallow, or even lick, that slimy cock, Sara rubbed her hands over the youngster's dangling full tits. The older woman fucked her fingers into Tammy's dripping wet cunt, pressing their bodies closer together, sharing the warmth of the moment, grasping Tammy's entire right boob fully, hefting the weight in the palm of his hand, and then squeezing the distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger, while the fingers of Sara's other hand explored her own son's girl's tight sodden cunt. This made Tammy quake, tiny pre-orgasmic shocks shooting through her body. 




The Plumber Can't Come Til Morning



Tammy was a trouper, not missing an instant before she rolled her tongue around the head of Mr. D.'s cock, exploring the unfamiliar mix of flavours.

"It's salty, sweet, creamy all at once - sort of like the first time I tasted umami." she giggled, her voice throatier, more exotic, less girly than Sara's, in spite of her youth.

Leaning forward, Tammy licked the shiny cock head, stroking the shaft with one hand while kneading his balls with the other then cupping his balls as she ran her tongue around the enormous purple one eyed monster. Tammy flicked her tongue playfully across that slit, receiving the reward of another drop of semen. She felt hands digging into her hair guiding her head forward urging her to take him deeper into her mouth. She could not see whose hands they were, and was really too busy to care. Then she began the bobbing motion that her boyfriend enjoyed so much, pleased that the father's cock reacted just like the son, throbbing deep in her throat. Of course, since Mr. D had just come, he did not explode as fast as Tammy's boyfriend usually did.

"That cock belongs to me", Sara whispered into Tammy's ear, her fingers caressing the youngster's pearl, " But for tonight, we can share it, you are such a hot, naughty little girl, watching Daddy and I fucking. Daddy - her little baby titties are so hot, so swollen. Daddy will want to touch you, little naughty one. Oh, Daddy, her little girl pussy is so wet for you. You like the thought of Daddy touching you, don't you, baby? Of giving yourself to Daddy, baby. Yes, that's a good girl. Daddy's going to fuck you, little girl. Daddy's going to make you his baby girl."

Mr. D. clearly loved how Sara talked dirty. After decades together, she knew just what to say, just what buttons to push. His come encrusted cock surged even fatter as Tammy started bobbing her head quickly down to swallow to the root and then as she raised her head back up, she proceeded slowly, her tongue bathing his flesh, savouring every molecule of sperm and vaginal fluid.

Tammy came up for air, Sara's magic fingers still playing a silent tune on her clit, in her cunt.

"Yes, like that," Tammy moaned. " Oh, God yes, I like that, Sara. I will be your good nasty little girl for Daddy. Fuck. I don't know what I want more - you to keep touching me, or Daddy to fuck me."

Every time Tammy spoke the word "Daddy", Mr. D's cock twitched.

Sara's hand still kneaded Tammy's tit, so soft and firm at the same time. The women shared the current flowing through their bodies, totally hot and electric. Tammy hummed quietly as Sara slid her fingers deeper inside her,

"Oh. Daddy, her little cunt is all shiny, her sweet juices are just dripping." Sara moaned.

Tammy felt Sara's confident hands grasp her lithe hips. She felt herself being turned, lifted, shifted. She knew that Sara was about to make Daddy fuck her, as if Sara herself was doing the fucking. Tammy rode the waves of excitement, just rational enough to marvel at how much she wanted this cock belonging to the man she now called "Daddy". She had agreed to come visit with her boyfriend on a whim, liking sex with the young man but generally considering him a silly little boy most of the time. She had no idea she would end up craving his father's touch, his taste, his cock. She had no idea she would have the courage to fuck him. Now it was about to happen, and to make it even more strange, Sara was orchestrating the moment.

Mr. D had been largely passive to this point, letting his wife steer the hip, but now he moved, his swollen cock pointing the way, jutting up from his lap,. Tammy could not help staring, drooling even. It was a monster - thick and throbbing. She knew it would be hot to the touch, filled with blood and ready for fucking. She was not disappointed as it finally brushed against her girlish hip. He grasped her shoulders to steady her and sucked her hard swollen nipple into his hungry lips. Tammy gasped. He left his cock pressing against that hip, as he reached down and began lightly stroking her wet cunt, sliding his fingers fatter and rougher than Sara's, but just as adept at rubbing Tammy's silky wet labia, rotating in creamy wet circles up into Tammy's tight cunt, filling her more than her son's cock ever had, but, Tammy realized, less than his cock would. Sara joined in again, fingers strumming a tune on Tammy's clit.

"Time to take Daddy," Sara cooed.

Tammy was relaxed and excited all at once as four experienced hands controlled her, shifting her so that the young woman's back was facing the older man's torso, as he rose to a sitting position, cupping her tits in his hands, leaving it to his wife to control the final stage of the seduction of Tammy. Tammy glanced down and saw his huge, swollen cock pointing up beneath her as her hips were lowered toward it.

"Are you going to fuck me, Daddy? Are you going to fuck this nasty little girl cunt?"

Sara leaned over and her husband spread his fingers to allow her to suckle Tammy's nipples, first the left, then the right, alternating over and over. Tammy felt the hard cock rub against her wet inner thighs and then along her slit as Sara steered the two organs into alignment. Mr. D. finally pushed his hips up from the mattress.

Shifting her hips to align herself with the older man's cock, Tabby felt her well lubricated labia slip effortlessly around the fat helmet, swallowing the cock into her gash as her ass pressed into his lap.

Tammy felt the big fat old cock throbbing as it entered her. She felt Sara's mouth leave her breast, soft womanly kisses move down her belly. Sara's lips and tongue wasted little time reaching the spot where her husband's meat was sawing into Tammy's gash. The older woman was able to expertly flick Tammy's clit and bathe her husband's shaft with long slow licks.

Tammy had never experienced a woman's tongue kissing her clit, but she loved oral sex, and in any event was too intoxicated by the entire situation to do anything but enjoy the heat from Sara's tongue, the warmth of Sara's breath flowing over her wetness. The bedroom was filled by Tammy's sweet musk as Mr. D's huge cock thrust in and out of her tight cunt. She sighed as she felt Sara's tongue lick her, then move down to taste her husband, and lick Tammy again. She had an urge to raise her hips off Mr. D.'s lap, to press Sara's tongue into her depths, but she was filled, trapped by the cock.

"You taste like butter," Sara giggled, pausing to catch her breath. "I guess that's my son's cream that gives that effect?"

Sara returned to licking into Tammy's hot flesh without waiting for an answer, clearly not disturbed to be eating a taboo cream pie. Tammy writhed on the fat cock, humping at Sara's mouth, squirming, wriggling until she began shaking. Sara continued tonguing Tammy's clit, using a swirling motion that neither Tammy's boyfriend nor any other lover had used. Soon, the young woman could not help but cry out, "Oh, yes, fuck me, lick me, please, I need to come."

"Yes, that's a good naughty girl. Come on Daddy's cock," Mr. D. growled in her ear, his strong fingers tugging her nipples as he thrust deeper within her. Tammy felt his cock swell inside her.

Sara's mouth returned to the juncture of the swollen cock and the molten cunt. Her husband's hands mauled Tammy's heaving bosom, his fingers stretched her aching hard nipples, his cock fucking up deeper inside her, her cunt muscles squeezing him tighter to him, grabbing at her everywhere to go deeper and deeper as she came.

"That's it, come for us," Sara applauded, lifting herself up to give Tammy a hug. She could feel the climax quaking through the younger woman's body, Tammy's cunt beginning to clench and ripple as her body built towards a big O with Sara's hubby's throbbing cock buried deep inside Tammy's tightness.

"Don't you love how hard Daddy stays?" Sara said with a giggle, "Even though he might not come again for a while."

The older woman kissed Tammy, starting on the top of the younger woman's hair, and then the tip of her nose. Sara's hands played with Tammy's nipples as Sara licked along Tammy's neck, kissing and nibbling out to the point of one shoulder, and then licking across Tammy's chest to take a nipple into Sara's mouth. Mr. D's cock had relaxed slightly, but was still plenty thick, still comfortably stretching Tammy's labia and throbbing inside her glove. He slowly caressed the tit his wife was not suckling, and he bent a bit awkwardly to nibble Tammy's neck.

Tammy was briefly breathless from this attention, but still wanted to respond to Sara's last remark.

"It is a good thing he hasn't come yet," she gasped. " My gash is plenty full of cream already, and I think that you need another load, so I'm not getting all the attention."

"But I've just come too," Sara said. "It is you that I want to fuck now. My turn."

Sara's wicked laugh was no longer a girlish giggle. She gave up on her exploration of Tammy's flesh to reach into her nightstand and pull out a thick glass dildo with a very realistic head, but some totally unreal swirls around the shaft. The moonlight filtering in through the window made it glow.

Tammy felt Mr. D lift her off his lap, his shaft slipping out of her cunt. There was a tiny popping sound as her labia stuck briefly around his corona before his cock head popped loose. He shifted Tammy on to the mattress, one strong arm still around her shoulders, sliding along her back, cupping her tit, caressing her flank.

"Times like this, I wish I had a strap-on," Sara muttered.

"Oh, are there lots of times like these?" Tammy wondered.

"No, alas, you are the first girl he has ever brought home, and the plumbing has never failed before either," Sara answered.

Tammy noticed that the older woman left it ambiguous whether she had ever shared another woman with her husband, or perhaps had lesbian experiences on her own. Sara seemed very confident for a newbie.

"Taste me first," Tammy begged, asking for something she had never expected to desire.

Sara already had the dildo resting against Tammy's thigh, but she rolled it gently up the youngster's body, using the tip to flick Tammy's nipple as Sara slid her weight down the bed to settle between Tammy's splayed knees.

"Oh, Sara, you make my cunt feel so good," Tammy squealed as her hands held Sara's face to her gash. Sara licked and probed and flicked her tongue across Tammy's clit. Tammy wriggled, feeling Mr. D's cock hardening under her butt.

"Mmm, I've never dreamed sex could be so good," Tammy moaned. "I love how you eat my cream filled cunt, and how you are going to fuck me until I just can't stand it any more."

Sara licked around the young woman's clit like working on an ice cream. A mix of fluids was gushing out of that young cunt - Tammy's own juices and Sara's son's spunk. Sara briefly regretted not encourage her husband to fuck Tammy until he had come, because she would have loved that familiar flavour added to the mix. 'Next time' she thought to herself. The idea that this was not a one time only hook up made Sara even more hungry and soon she had Tammy on the edge of another orgasm. Sara paused leaving Tammy right at that juncture, reaching for the dildo.

Tammy however was intent on enjoying the sensation of her boyfriend's Dad's fat cock rubbing along the valley between her buttocks. When his strong hands grasped her hips and hoisted her up off his lap, she could feel how wet she was even around her anus, the warm night air in the bedroom brushing against her moistness.

Mr. D. lowered Tammy onto his upright cock just as Sara arrived with the dildo. The natural fleshy manhood slid inside Tammy's tight anus with minimal friction. Mr. D had obviously done this before, because he knew just how to ease Tammy down an inch at a time. Tammy did not appreciate this care at the time, distracted as she was by the glass dildo slipping smoothly into her wet snatch.

"Oh, honey, her ass is so tight, but so hungry for my cock!" he looked over Tammy's shoulder to make eye contact with his equally excited wife.

"And her clit is throbbing against the tip of this dildo," Sara replied, thrusting faster.

As Sara fucked the young woman from the front, and Sara's hubby assaulted Tammy's ass, Tammy leaned back against Mr. D.'s masculine chest, her own hands reaching up to her tits and tugging her nipples.

Sara was taking responsibility for her own pleasure as well, her spare hand buried four fingers deep in her wide womanly expanse, thumb massaging her clit.

"Such... good ...luck.. that...the plumber... was ...too...busy..." Sara gasped as her breathing became difficult, every nerve ending being distracted by the climax she was trying hard to delay, to let build.

"Such a great fuck," her hubby agreed. "So lucky Tammy had to go pee..."

The knowledge that she was bringing such joy to these happily married mature people made Tammy grin with more joy than the physical stimulation ever could. When Mr. D. said the word "pee", she was shocked to realize that she was wondering if Sara might enjoy a golden shower - something Tammy had read about on Literotica, but never been curious to try until that moment. The thought passed quickly as her climax neared again.

"Harder...harder," Tammy begged.

The last straw in Tammy's journey was the moment when the back of her thighs slammed against Mr. D's scrotum, his cock buried deep in her bowel, just as his wife shoved the fake cock right up Tammy's cunt. The sensation of being doubly filled was more than Tammy could stand. Her sphincter spasmed around the fat cock stuffed up her butt, as her clit sang a song of a million nerve endings

She flung her arms wide, head tossing from side to side, as Mr. D. also climaxed, his great gobs of goo flooding into Tammy's ass, Sara's tongue suddenly swooping past Tammy's taint in search of that reward.

"Ohhhhh......fuuuuuuuuuuck," Tammy could not help but scream as her climax, strengthened by the sensation of the two other orgasms connected to her, surged through her body like a tidal wave. She collapsed back against her boyfriend's Dad, her fingers grabbing Sara's cum coated tongue to her quaking cunt, the current rushing through her body in waves until the older woman had licked her thoroughly clean.

Tammy and Mr. D were sprawled on the bed, totally spent, but Sara still had a gleam in her eye.

"We better take this into the shower - can't have you going back into bed smelling like sex," she said, though Tammy had come into the couple's bedroom smelling of sex. Tammy agreed, knowing it was Sara's turn to be the center of attention. She just hoped that her boyfriend stayed asleep.



The Plumber's Daughter



September, 2010

Marie: 

I was nineteen when we married. My ex-husband, the Jerk, was twenty-five. I was madly in love with him, can you believe it? He was a third year Medical Student and I was an Art major. He was drop dead gorgeous handsome and could charm the Devil to let him out of hell. 

I dropped out of college and worked as a waitress to help support us. I threw away my scholarships to help put him through Medical School. Mom and Dad were livid, but they helped us out with our rent. Thank God for my father. Dad is a big, strong, no nonsense type of man, unafraid to get his hands dirty. At sixty-five Dad is still working. Unlike the jerk, Dad makes house calls. That's our private joke. Dad loves to laugh and make jokes. He loves to eat, especially with the whole family and friends at his table. Dad's daily custom is a glass of red wine with every meal. 

I am his Princess and Dad can deny me nothing. All my boyfriends from school were afraid of him. He would always make the new ones come up to the apartment an hour before our date to give them the fourth degree. He would then arm wrestle with them to test their metal and he never lost. Aside from family his greatest passion is for bocce. Dad plays on a league and travels in competition. 

The Jerk is a plastic surgeon and a very good one. In time as his reputation for excellence grew our finances got better, much better. We had six bedroom penthouse apartment in Manhattan and a three story summer house with a private beach in Long Island Sound. We had money to burn and he spoiled me terribly, expensive cars, jewelry, a full time housekeeper, a part time cook, but he was hardly ever home. 

It wasn't so bad. I loved what his money could buy. It bought me a fabulous paying position in a posh New York City Art Gallery. I was the perfect doctor's wife, attending all the fund raisers for him and he mine. I had my own career, the best that money could buy. Money allowed me to have my own way with everything. It put me at the head of the line, in front of everybody else, the little people. I was faithful to the Jerk, even though I had opportunities. I had men tripping over themselves for my attention, me, Marie Antoinette Bernardino a plumber's daughter. Despite everything, I took my wedding vows seriously, to love, honor, and cherish; to forsake all others. 

My ex-husband had a thing for blonds and to keep him happy I changed the color of my long dark brown hair to blond. I kept it blond because I loved him and I thought he loved me. I went to the salon every week to look my best. Most people thought I was a natural blond. As I said, money was no object. I spent one hour everyday running on a treadmill and worked out in the gym three times a week with Debbie my personal trainer. 

At thirty-five I weighed the same as when we married; 125 lbs, at 5'8" tall, with 32" hips, a 22" waist, and my bust is a 36 C. I can easily pass for a woman in her early twenties. My mother still keeps her trim figure and never seems to age, as do all the Corbett women on mom's side of the family.

Our sex life was adequate, twice a week. I found out after the divorce that the bastard had multiple affairs all throughout our marriage. I thought our marriage was rock solid....the jerk left me for the twenty three year daughter of the Director at my Art Gallery. So much for my job, I was forced to resign in disgrace. 

I tried to talk to him, hoping to reconcile and save our marriage. I waited for him at our Country Club to meet with him before his Saturday nine o'clock golf threesome.

As he was taking his golf clubs out of the trunk of his Ferrari, do you know what he said to me, the psycho-babble crap that came out of his lying mouth? He said, "My therapist explained to me that I am going through a selfish period right now. I am expressing myself negatively, but it is better than repressing my generous outgoing sexuality, my need to share. This no reflection on you, Marie, and I need your support to get through this unfortunate period in my life." 

I hauled off and punched him in the nose for all I was worth, breaking it, "How was that for support, you vain pompous bastard? Fix, that you..," What followed was a string of profanities in English and Italian. I grabbed one of his Ping Rapture V2 Drivers from his golf bag and chased him "like a beagle after a rabbit". (That is how Patrick described it when I told him, "like a beagle after a rabbit." He proceeded to howl like a beagle and was laughing. He started tickling me, I'm very ticklish. I broke away and ran outside. I stopped so that he could catch me and kiss me. I love it when he is silly like that.) 

I chased the Jerk right into the Rose Room where a wedding reception was being held. I managed to hit him in the ass with the driver, knocking him off his feet onto the crowded dance floor. I took my engagement ring and wedding band off and threw them to the dance floor leaving him there. I then returned to the parking lot and did a number on his red Ferrari with his custom made golf clubs, breaking and bending every one of them. I was lucky, the whole affair was handled quietly and discretely, no charges were pressed against me to save him and the County Club from embarrassment. 

Dad confronted the jerk three days later when he came to get his clothes. Believe me, my ex got off lucky. Dad picked him up by the shirt right off his feet and was shaking him like a rag doll. Dad did it right in front the two Private Police Officers in our building that the Jerk brought with him to protect him from me. 

We divorced and it cost him plenty. Admittedly, I was bitter. My opinion of men was that they were scum. They were all users and it was my turn to use them. If they couldn't do anything for me, I had no use for them, my Dad being the exception. I always had a bit of a temper, I admit that, but that was the only time I hit my ex husband. I hate a liar. I do admit that I have a blistering tongue if no one stops me. 

Dad would take just so much. He would calmly tell me stop and go to my room. That was followed by the look. If I didn't obey after the look, well to bad for me. Dad would spank my bottom with his hand. I then had my mouth washed out with soap by my mother and was made to apologize. Dad never hit me in anger and spankings were a last result in our household. 

I kept the house on Long Island, taking back my maiden name. I enrolled at Columbia University to pick up where I left off. I bought myself a new wardrobe. Goodbye nice conservative doctor's wife. Hello hot sultry bitch goddess. If he could have a twenty something then so could I. That would show him. What a fool I was then. 

The first thing that I did the week before my first semester began was to get a haircut; a sassy, blunt bob with the tips of my ear lobes just peeking out. I could part it different ways to wear it smooth and sleek hugging my head, or curly and soft. On occasion I used styling gel and combed it back behind my ears. I loved that bob haircut. 

I also went back to my natural hair color, a rich chocolate brown. I was ready to party and party I did. I hooked up with Mary and Dusty, twenty year old college students and we did the nightclub scene with a chauffeured stretch limo almost every night. I had the money and they knew where to go. Soon I was cutting classes, sleeping in late, exercising every day in the college gym for an hour, and then spending my afternoons getting ready for the wild nightlife in the Big Apple. I drank sparingly and danced with many young hot male bodies, teasing and charming them, able to stay aloof. I held them at arm's length, a touch here, a kiss there, making promises I never intended to keep. I was such a bitch. I never went to bed with any of them.

Mary and Dusty were getting into the soft drugs, which I refused to use or pay for. They were now into the more kinky sex, doing it with women as well as men, and some nights going without me to the private clubs by invitation only. They teased me, telling me that I was so Vanilla, and they were right on the money, I liked guys only. During our third semester their looks changed from wholesome small town to bordering on punk, with more and more piercings plus tattoos. They were growing to resent me. I refused to join them with woman on woman. I kept my sassy bob, but continued to dress suggestively. I was hitting only on handsome young men, for me it was just a diversion, to them? 

One night they talked me into going to a sex club were just about anything goes. I thought that I could handle it, but they had other plans for me. They were going to cut me down a notch, it was all arranged. If it wasn't for Patrick getting me out of there, God knows what would have happened to me. 

Patrick:

I come from a long line of farmers and our land has been in the family since 1786. I hate to farm. I joined the Marine's at seventeen because I was sick of shoveling cow manure. Anything was better than that. When I was a boot, an old, crusty Gunny Sergeant with a sense of humor overheard me talking to a buddy about my analogy of cleaning out the barns being similar to cleaning out the head (latrine). Need I say more?

Recognizing a kindred spirit, Gunny pushed me hard, "Calling me a lazy never amount to nothing cow pie," that was shortened in time to just cow pie. I pushed back. I left a ripe cow pie on the dashboard of his Chevy Silverado Pickup up truck on the day I made Sergeant. I then went to celebrate at my favorite watering hole off base. Marines and other servicemen are welcome there and little things were overlooked. 

Gunny hunted me down and pushed his way in next to me at the bar. He took that cow pie and slapped it on the bar. He put his hand around my shoulder, wiping it on my shirt, and then his, announcing loudly, "How about a bottle of Bud and a shot of Jack for us two cow pies here." We certainly tied one on that day. Gunny ended up carrying me out and somehow managed to drive us back to the base without the Police stopping us. 

While in the Marines I found that I had an aptitude for two things. The first was an affinity for firearms. I was the best shot with the M-16 Rifle on base. I made plenty of money in side bets for my buddies, including Gunny Sergeant Peters. He wasn't such a bad guy after all. Gunny had a collection of flintlock rifles, knives, tomahawks, and swords, mostly from the French & Indian to the War of 1812.

Married and living off base, Gunny had a small machine shop in his garage and built reproduction flintlocks as a hobby. That was my second aptitude, working with my hands in wood and metal. During my eight years in service the Marines trained me as a machinist. Gunny taught me the finer points of engraving, draw filing, wood working and such. The Marines were my life and I was going to make a career out it.

Life is funny in a way. Gunny came from old money. My people went back and forth from barely making ends meet to living comfortably. He went to Oxford, wasting six years goofing off. He then rejected his father's way of life by enlisting in the Marines during Viet Nam. 

His philosophy in life, "Keep your champagne. Just give me a glass of honest American Beer", that's it and it said it all. The only thing that he learned at Oxford was fencing. Damn near a master fencer, he taught me that. I was never as good as him with a foil or rapier lacking his finesse. 

I could get by pretty good...well may a little better that? I actually prefer the saber, while Gunny likes the rapier. For most purposes the saber is too big to hide so a bowie knife it is. Mine has a seven inch blade that I made from D-2 Tool Steel. I made the coffin shaped handle from black buffalo horn set with nickel silver pins and the guard from nickel silver. It is easily hidden in a shoulder harness, and I carry it when my 45 Government Model 1911 is impractical.

My Dad had a stroke one month before I was to reenlist. Gunny pulled some strings with a General that he served with when they were grunts together during the Tet Offensive. I got an early honorable discharge to return home to take care of my father. I hired an experienced farm hand to help run things and helped out by shoveling manure for another two years until Dad died. I buried him on his land in our small family cemetery. During that time, I took on an apprenticeship with a local blacksmith, Sam Roper to learn the trade. I also started dating his daughter Anne Marie, the love of my life. 

Ten years out of the Marines, the cows were finally gone. I was renting out a few my fields to other farmers although most were now fallow. I was occasionally boarding a few horses in one of the 3 barns, including my wife's mare White Cloud. One of the barns was converted into my blacksmith/machine shop. The other was converted into a small art gallery. The loft was remodeled with plenty of windows for Anne to paint. My precious wife expressed her need to paint with watercolors. She consigned some to several large art galleries all over the Country. 

In time, I learned all there was for Sam to teach me. We weren't in competition mind you. I was building rifles or muskets and had branched out into making knives, swords, and a few hawks. I would help him out occasionally by shoeing horses for him and such. I was so busy that sometimes I had a two year backlog on fire sticks. Nevertheless I always made time to spend time with my wife, the most important person in the world to me. 

Anne and I started doing Revolutionary reenactments on weekends during the spring, summer and fall. I was a man-at-arms, a Ranger. Anne was my Indian wife. Being half Mohawk on her mother's side was a plus, and she did a great deal of research to help play the part. Her Indian name was Akuti; meaning Princess in the language of her people. She made our period correct clothing, right down to our center-seam moccasins. She would spread a trade blanket on the ground to sell the native crafts, specializing in beaded and porcupine quill accessories. 

Anne and I were part actors, part historians, part students, and more... we were a team, and we were inseparable until death do us part...and then she was gone. 

Marie:

We girls were going as Dominatrix's that night. We went to a shop in the Village that specialized in such things. They chose their outfits carefully; shiny red vinyl long sleeve cat suits with high heel boots. They dyed their hair black, bleaching in a white streak, one to the left, the other to the right, for the occasion. They finished the look by getting an undercut and then fixing the longer hair into a ponytail to show of the buzzed sides and back. 

I dressed more conservative, if you could call it that. I chose skin tight black leather pants with a black leather corset. I also chose a pair of black calfskin knee boots to complete my outfit. I put gel in my hair, combing it back behind my ears. My makeup was quite sultry. I selected a purple eyes shadow as my theme expanding upon it too include dark purple lipstick, heavy black eyeliner and gold sparkles. 

We shared two bottles of ice wine in the limo and I was quite relaxed and mellow when we entered the club. Dusty handed me what I thought was a RSVP Key-Card. I tucked it in between my breasts, underneath my corset along with my credit cards and driver's license. I noticed that theirs was a different color then mine but didn't think anything of it at the time.

I was mingling and dancing with different men on the large dance floor in front of the bar. Mary and Dusty were introducing me to different men of various ages, all of them handsome though. I was offered drink after drink by them, flattered by their attentions. It seemed that they were lining up to meet me. I drank more than I should have, although I was hardly drunk. The place was full of beautiful women and handsome men. Most of the women were naked or almost naked, and they were wearing their key cards attached to the leather collars around their necks. 

The few dominatrix women weren't dressed like us. One of them was a very mannish looking woman in her late fifties dressed in a businessman's suit, shirt and tie, right down to the black brogans on her feet. Her salt and pepper gray hair was cut in horseshoe flat top that was shaved high and tight on the back and sides. I noticed that she was leering at me. I was very uncomfortable by her attentions, so I pretended to not to notice her.

At approximately 11:00 PM the lights went out and the music stopped. Everyone became very quiet. When the lights came on everyone started milling toward two sets of doors, one leading to a large auditorium with a stage. Dusty and Mary were nowhere to be seen. Actually, the last time I saw them was when they were talking to the lesbian shortly before the lights went out.

Patrick: 

I was in my workshop draw filing the front flats on the half octagon barrel of a 20 bore fusil when I heard a vehicle pull into my long gravel driveway. I stopped and went outside to see who it was. A large man with red hair going grey stepped lightly out of a heavily customized ¾ ton 4 X 4 Ford pickup truck. He reminded me of a 6', 7" Scottish Highlander, but instead of a kilt, he was wearing a very expensive tailored dark grey suit. He was also wearing dark wraparound sunglasses. He had a long aluminum tube in his hand such as used for fishing rods or for large blue prints or maps. 

"May I help you?" I asked, sizing him up, while he was me through those dark glasses that were annoying the heck out of me. 

"I have seen your work. You will make me a basket hilted claymore to my exact specifications. I have the plans here," he held up the tube as proof, "I will give you two weeks and I will pay you twenty thousand dollars." He said, condescendingly. 

"Come into my office and I will give you my answer." He followed me in and stood there not removing his sunglasses. "Let me see the blueprints first," he spread them out my desk.

"I can make this. I don't often get requests for Damascus sword blades and I welcome the challenge."

"Excellent," was all he said. 

"Leave the blueprints. I require five thousand cash for the materials. Your sword will be ready in approximately three months. Fifteen thousand plus one dollar will be due on delivery should I decide to make it."

"I said, twenty thousand, and it will be completed in two weeks."

"You sought me out, Ace. There are people ahead of you and I gave them my word.

"They can wait. I'll make it thirty thousand and only require three weeks for delivery."

"You can stick your money. While you're at it, stick your sunglasses in the same place. I never do business with a man who doesn't look me in the eye."

"Excellent, Mr. Buchanan, excellent," he said, taking off his sunglasses, and laughing, "Your stubbornness and honesty proceeds you. It will be a pleasure to do business with a man who cannot be bought or bullied. I would like to start over," and he held out his hand for me to shake, "My name is Angus McKenna"...... 

Marie: 

I was walking towards the door where the Dominatrix women and Masters were passing through. I was stopped by a gorgeous young man about twenty-five with red hair checking key cards. He was about 6', 4" tall, wearing a dark suit. He was also wearing dark wraparound sunglasses indoors and had a microphone in his ear, similar to those worn by Secret Service Agents, "Key Card, Please?" he asked, stepping in front of me.

I whispered in his ear, while lightly touching his handsome, clean shaven face. I was certain that he caught the scent of my new perfume, "Dangerous Liaisons", "When you get off work, sweetheart, perhaps you and I can have a drink together. I have a Limo waiting outside with a well stocked bar,"

"It will be more than a drink, sweetheart," he replied, "believe me. I am going to make good use of all your holes before you are passed around, and then shall we say, modified, should that deal go through. In any event, you are going to be part of tomorrow tonight's entertainment. Be a good little slut and give me your key card. You won't need it now that you have signed a contract."