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The Prize

By: pjstewart50



God, how embarrassing. A grown woman, squirming in my seat. Jeez. Where do these idiot experts/sexperts come up with the rubbish that men and women are different sexually? It's only centuries of social encoding that makes some people believe that women are somehow passive and monogamous. Crap. Who wouldn't spend the day fuckin' if there weren't bills to pay?  And who'd choose not to have variety in partners? Oh, sure. If a guy committed enough to work at it came along and the two of you made sure that things didn't get dull. But that's not going to happen in this lifetime. Not for me anyway. Too old. Too set in my ways. Too independent. Too, too wantin' that young man up there on the stage accepting his award.

How incredibly attractive he was. Did he know it? Maybe. Maybe not. He didn't sound cocksure of himself. He didn't sound unsure either. He had a brain or he wouldn't be receiving the J.B. Sotheby Award. Annually, the university held an awards ceremony where deserving students cleaned up in scholarship money. The Sotheby was reserved for the very deserving. Brian Cane was, I'd heard, very deserving. He was in the physics program and I'd not had him in any classes. Colleagues had said he'd win the plum prize. Yeah. I'd like to give him a prize. Stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum. Come here, boy. Sit. Roll over. Let me scratch your tummy.

I couldn't make my brain stop. I tried. Really, I did. Not too hard, but I did. These things were so boring after all of these years. I know. I shouldn't feel this way. It's not the students. They're wonderful. It's all of these pompous administrators, colleagues, and benefactors who drive me nuts. They think they're so important. They think they deserve credit for fostering education! Good lord. Wouldn't Thoreau cringe? He who desired to spend money on only two things: good roads and education. I'm with you, Henry! As if it doesn't help us all to foster the arts and education. Duh. Ah, well. Fifteen seconds of fame, I guess.

Neither train of thought was taking care of the itch in my panties. Brian had finished his acceptance speech and left the stage. Could I make it to the ladies and diddle myself before anyone missed me? Probably. Guess I'll go for it. I stood and excused myself to the man next to me. Fortunately, I was in the second seat from the aisle and created little disturbance as I left the auditorium. I escaped the semi-darkness through the massive double doors and entered the better lit foyer. I turned left to go the ladies' room. Ah. There is a god, and she is well pleased with me today. Or he. I don't care. I'm blessed. Before me walks young Sotheby Award winner, headed for the men's room. Karma. Kismet. Fate. Bullshit. I think my heady vibes just made their way up to him and he came out to receive his prize from me.

To hell with the diddle. I don't need to pee. I'll stake myself out here and wait for him to emerge. What's wrong with me? I can't pick up this kid right here in the foyer of the university auditorium. Can I? Well, a quick congrats. That wouldn't be out of order, now would it? A couple of minutes and Brian came out. I had placed myself close enough to the opening of the short hallway leading to the restrooms that I knew we had to make eye contact. 

"Oh, hello," I said. "You're the young man who won the Sotheby. Brian Cane, right? Congratulations!" And I meant it. 

"Uh. Thanks," he returned. "This is really all kinda embarrassing, but I'm very happy about the scholarship. But the spotlight is not my favorite place."

He was now only steps away from me. I had a decision to make. Do I nail him before he ships off to M.I.T. or god knows where, or do I let the itch go unscratched? Shit. Scratch.

"Do you have more spotlight time comin' up," I enquired.

"Nah. Thank god."

"Parents, friends, family, all here watchin' ya, huh?"

"Uh, no. Threre's only my sister and she couldn't make it."

"Oh, that's not right," I exclaimed. "An honor such as this deserves a huge celebration! Let me buy you a drink and a meal. By the way, I'm Dr. Stewart, English prof here at the university."

"Yeah. I've seen you around. But I can't let you take me out."

"Ah. I'm too old for you to be seen with, eh? Well, that's all right. I suppose we could celebrate at my place if you want."

Brian shuffled from foot to foot, looking sheepish.

"No. You don't understand. I don't mean that at all. I mean it wouldn't be right for a lady to do the taking out. I'm old fashioned that way, I guess. I'd love to have some company right now. I am kinda pumped, and no one to share it with. Do you have some place in mind?"

Oh, hell. Why did I mention going out. Why not just move straight to my bedroom via a quick stop in the kitchen for a beer and a sandwich. Oh, hell. Screw the sandwich, too. Food can wait. 

"Well. I don't really have a particular place in mind. I'd just as soon go to my place and be comfortable. Whaddya think?"

Brian looked crushed. "Oh, no. You didn't believe me about not being worried about being seen with you."

"No. No, I did believe you. I just, well, I just . . . Look, Brian. I dunno whether you can sense it, but I . . ."

He cut me off. "Yeah. Yeah, I sense it. It's weird, but I think I know what you're thinking."

I laughed. "God, I hope not, son. If you do, then you should be on fire!"

"Well, that's a way of puttin' it."

"So, does that mean you want to come home with me?"

"Yeah. That's what that means."

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The drive home was too slow. I didn't live far and I broke the speed limits all the way, but it was still too slow. I got very good vibes from this young man. He was sweet, explaining to me during the drive how he'd never dreamed of such educational success. He and his sister had been orphaned at early ages and taken in and passed around by various relatives over the years--older relatives who had since passed on. Ah. Finally. My driveway had rarely looked so good. Damn garage door opener. Work faster. O.K. Car's in the garage. Now get out of it and see if your legs can hold you up until you get inside. Very undignified to do him on the concrete. Concrete very hard, too. Oh, god. Hard.

I had thought we might make it to the bedroom, but we didn't. The moment we got through the backdoor and into the den we were all over one another. As the door shut, we started kissing furiously. Brian's kisses were hot and sweet. He pressed his lips, slightly parted, over mine. Soon, I backed away and began tearing off my jacket and so did Brian. I then turned to pull his shirt from his trousers and he pulled my blouse from my skirt. His right hand went up the front of my blouse and cupped my right breast through the bra. I reached down and started unbuttoning my blouse as quickly as possible. He started unbuttoning his shirt. I managed to get my blouse off, but only after Brian had torn off his own shirt and grabbed my waist with both hands, guiding me to the arm of the sofa where he sat me down. His hands moved swiftly around to unfasten the bra and release my breasts. Where the bra went, I don't know. Blouse? Who cared? I just knew that his mouth soon found my nipples, moving back and forth between left and right. My hands, both of them, wandered to Brian's crotch. I started to unzip his trousers, but I wasn't quick enough for him. He moved his hands down and released his penis from its confines.

Good lord. Big brains. Big penis. That one I hadn't heard. I thought it was big feet. Big nose. Something. In truth, Brian probably wasn't much above average. Just a bit. But I didn't seek out hugely endowed men because I was very small. Hmmm. How shall I say? Not my body, but my vagina. More than one man had gotten off way before he intended because I was tighter than he expected. Genetics. Thank you. Kegls. Thank me. I got back to business, the business of pleasure. I still had to give the Sotheby winner his prize from me. He certainly wanted to begin pounding me then and there. He had pulled, jerkily, my skirt up around my waist. The panties, limp from my juices, he managed to pull down around my ankles in an eyewink. Not what I wanted though.

As I maneuvered myself out of the panties around my ankles, I ushered Brian around to the front of the sofa. I pushed him down on to the sofa in a sitting position. I squatted at his feet and removed the shoes. Forget the socks. I grabbed the cuffs of his trousers and began to tug them down. He assisted by lifting his buttocks off the couch, grabbing the waistband, and pushing the trousers down. I got them off, threw them over my shoulder, and moved to my knees. Ah. There it is. The cock. Calling me. Standing up and hailing me like a frenzied tourist searching for a taxi at a foreign airport. Here's your cab, honey. Get in, get in. I couldn't decide whether to waste the time to remove the skirt or simply let it ride up around my waist. Aw, let it ride.

I leaned down, in a hurry to take Brian's cock into my mouth. I wanted him to glisten with my saliva. He tensed up. Not a bad tension. An expectant one. I continued to fellate him, moving up and down, circling my tongue around. Brian's left arm went around my back and the right hand's index finger went to my vagina. He didn't insert it, but slid it up to my clitoris and began to trace small circles with his finger. The feeling was incredible. The electricity ran from between my legs up to my brain. My whole body was aching for coitus. I was dripping with moisture, ready to take him into my body. I gently released Brian's penis from my mouth and returned to my squatting position, the movement pulling his finger from my clit in the process. In a second I stood and leaned my knees down to the sofa's surface, one knee on either side of his. Brian grabbed his cock with his right hand and guided it into me as I lowered myself onto him. I went slowly. I wanted to enjoy the penetration. He didn't rush it. Good boy. Soon, I engulfed him. The ride began.

I managed to move my feet onto the sofa's surface, one at a time, without jerking Brian's penis from inside me. Ah. Now I was in a position to do some pumping. I looked squarely into Brian's eyes. He looked into mine. Squatted flat footed on top of his hard on, I began to make pouncing, bouncing moves up and down his cock. His eyes got huge. The tightness and the movement were beginning to catch up with his brain. The eyes got even bigger. Brian's hands grabbed me around the waist. He began to control the speed and depth of my thrusts. He slowed me down, lessened the depth. I appreciated the guidance. I was too hot to control my own actions. Left on my own, I'd move him to cum too soon. It sounded stupid, trite. But my insides were on fire. It was something about the unabashed gaze with which he regaled me. He wanted inside me in more ways than one. This excited me more than I'd been excited in a very long time.

We settled into a synchronized groove. The Chili Peppers' "Can't stop the spirit when it needs you," running through my mind. Each thrust was like a pleasurable cattle prod ramming my innermost being. I was unsure how long these ecstatic movements lasted. I was, simply put, not cognizant. Brian's eyes continued to be locked on mine. I saw him, but I wasn't fully focused. The position we were in lent itself to great pleasure for me. I hoped he was feeling even a fraction of what I felt. Vaguely, I noticed that Brian's hands had left my hips. Ah. Was he feeling what I felt? Without his restraint, I fell to my own frenzied rhythm. I leaned forward, my hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his now reclined head. My chest neared his, nipple grazing nipple. I began to grind in circles. Brian thrust his body upward. He joined the triumphant dance as if we had been partners for life.

I was unprepared for the climax of this get together. No. I knew Brian was about to explode. I simply was not prepared for the ferocity of it. He began to buck up and down, his moans becoming louder and louder. His orgasm was apparently going to last forever. Oh, god. This was beyond description. Rarely in my life had I experienced an orgasm other than clitoral. G-spot's ass. Sooner find a unicorn. Why these websites kept feeding these young women such crap I couldn't figure out. No wonder they fucked at the drop of a hat. They thought they were entitled to something that probably didn't exist. Poor younger guys. But there was no doubt that I was currently feeling something that I had not felt before. Brian's cock was searing my vaginal walls, the tip of his cock touching my tonsils, it seemed. I was filled, expanded, super-sensitive. Was I screaming? Yes, I believe I was. Poor Mildred next door. I hoped she was in the house and not in her side garden overhearing these sounds of passion. 

Why couldn't I pay attention. Why was James Joyce filling my head. Metem pike hoses. Metapsychosis. Oh, god. Ulysses? Now? Was my life flashing before my eyes? Shit. I was dying. That was it. Fuckin' dying. But then I wasn't. I was feeling Brian's arms enfold me, feeling warm cum fill me, feeling my pumping lungs slow down. I didn't know if I was crying or laughing. Maybe both. Brian's hands went to either side of my face and pulled my head up off his chest. We stared at one another. He was crying/laughing, too. I had been unaware of sweating, but we were both drenched. We continued to look at one another. Shortly, I slumped forward again, too spent to hold myself up. Brian lowered his upper body to the right and down onto the couch. I was pulled down with him. In the same movement, he pulled his legs off the floor and up on the couch. I was on top of him, snuggling into his still hot and sweaty chest. My hair was matted to my cheeks. I was hungry, but I couldn't bear to move away from him. He held me so tightly. There was no need to hold me so hard. I was going nowhere. I hadn't felt so inclined to stay in one place in a long, long while. 

The tables were certainly turned. I had expected to give young master Brian a prize. Instead, he had given me one. Well, the afternoon was barely over. There was still time after a nap. The prize, the prize. Grab the brass ring, boy. No. Grab the brass ring, man. Mmmmm. No, grab the ass, man. Aye. Later, m'love. You deserve two prizes now. "This life is more than just a read through," the Chili Peppers hummed.

The Prize



Melissa passed the group of ranch hands playing cards outside by the corral, an ice chest of cold beers alongside them but curiously enough, no piles of money in the ante pot this time.

Oh well, maybe they'd just gotten started, she thought as she passed them with just a glance and headed inside to tend to her mare.

If she had really known what they were wagering over in this particular poker match, she might have headed back to her cabin.

Or ripped them all a new one, Buck thought as he caught her eye as she passed. The men around him reacted to the woman in their midst. They crowed and started eagerly accepting cards from the dealer for the next round of high stakes poker.

The prize had already been selected and the game had started in earnest, as every man in the game wanted to emerge the winner.

Yesterday on the same day the nation celebrated its birthday with great fanfare, Melissa had turned 19. She'd been working at the ranch since she'd turned 15 and had been emancipated from her parents who lived across the state. She didn't talk much about where she came from, content to spend her days proving she could work every grown man around her into the dirt. She did it too, out riding, out lassoing and she could split a fence twice as far in half the time. It'd be great to say that all this hard work earned her the respect of the men around her but truth be told, all it did was make them want to get into her worn Levies even more, to be the first man on the ranch to slide between those deliciously long legs of hers and to feel the warm slickness of her pussy hugging their cocks while they went riding some prime filly.

An untried filly not yet broke to saddle because Buck knew what they all did and that was that Melissa hadn't been ridden. Meaning that she was a virgin and for most of her time here under aged and the men knew that doing more than looking at her would mean that their foreman Buck would bust their chops before calling the law on them.

Oh but they loved to look and so did Buck. But no one had lassoed this filly and bedded her, with Buck around no one even tried.

It had nothing to do with her looks, because the wildness of her curly dark hair, her piercing emerald eyes and her plump lips which hid a saucy mouth drew men to her like tom cats. And most of the men in the valley were rangy like their feline counterparts and wanted to corner this young woman somewhere and fuck her, almost as much as they wanted to breathe.

Her party had been low key because she hadn't wanted to compete with the nation's own anniversary but when she had broken her rules against wearing dresses and worn a tight flowery piece of fabric that hugged every curve of her body, a chorus of whistles and offers to dance on the makeshift stage had met her.

And she did dance once or twice until she had left the guys standing there to go cool off with some beer and sit back with Buck listening to him talk about how a bull nearly gored him in the rodeo earlier that day. She smelled of alfalfa and honeysuckle and something else, as she sat there on the steps next to him, her dress riding up her thighs just enough to hint at what remained covered, awaiting a man's touch. If he slid his callused hand up in between those thighs, what would she do? Push him away probably so he'd behaved himself. Some fillies needed a gentle touch; they needed to be handled in a way so that when they were finally saddled and ridden, they believed it had been their idea.

So it would be with Melissa, when he slipped in between the sheets with her, she'd be urging him on, as he breached that last barrier and pumped his cock in and out of her wetness while she held on to him.

Having been dealt another hand of cards, he sighed, not believing that he'd agreed to the stakes of this particular poker match.

"You think she just doesn't like guys?"

Slim repeated a question Buck had heard before from the men.

"Nah, maybe she just doesn't like you," Carlton said, eying his hand, "but I'll bet she'll like what I have to give her."

Buck eyed the two of them and decided he couldn't walk away from the game until he won it.

If he won the match, he'd take home the ultimate prize, the virginity of the woman inside the barn.

That was the stakes of the game. Whatever man was left standing in the game with the best hand, would be Melissa's first lover. Of course she didn't know it but she would when the victor went to claim his prize. And Buck guessed that whoever did that, would be slapped in the face for his efforts. He didn't share that with the other players because he had planned to win himself.

But a girl like that couldn't work alongside a group of men and stay a virgin for long and he knew that the poker game was simply the more civilized version of what had been planned. It was also his way to make sure that he'd control the outcome because he'd picked five card stud with no wild cards, his favorite game.

He'd win the match, claim his prize and go into the barn not to take it from her but to keep anyone else from doing it. They'd wait a while and he'd come out and tell the others it had been done, and then life would return to normal.

She'd look at him with eyes wide when he told her what he had spared her from and she'd appreciate his help keeping all the other hands away, enough to allow him to move in slowly for the kill.

Melissa stroked her mare's neck thoughtfully, thinking about how frigging awesome it had been to turn a year older yesterday. It hadn't been her fault she had been born on Independence Day but it fit her philosophy on life that she'd adopted.

She'd always been an independent spirit as her father had disparaged her with before his liver finally exploded on him one day. The first chance she got, she sought and won emancipation in the courts just to get out of the house, away from her parents' fighting and four other warning siblings. She'd switched from working the family ranch for nothing to earning enough money for her to sock it away for college some day.

But when she thought about being her own woman right now, her needs turn more primal. She didn't want to be a virgin anymore. Actually she hadn't wanted to be one since not long after she left home and started working here but being jailbait just didn't get here what she needed. So she got stuck waiting until she got older and even then, the men just looked at her as if she were forbidden fruit, mostly thanks to the foreman Buck.

But what she wanted from the ruggedly built man with dark hair and a sexy smile, rhymed with his name. When they had sat together on the steps sipping bear watching the partying around them, she had hoped that he'd compliment her on her dress. She had purchased it at the boutique in town just for the party but he had just sat there nursing his bottle talking about nearly getting killed by a pair of horns on an ornery bull.

When all she could think about is if he whispered into her ear about how much he wanted to slip away from the party to do some private celebrating...the kind where he'd relieve her of her virginity...her birthday just couldn't get any better than that. But instead he hadn't done anything and after the fireworks died down, she had gone to her own bed and stroked her own pussy as she closed her eyes and imagined him wildly fucking her on the side of the barn while the sky sparkled from a whole different kind of pyrotechnics.

She sighed as her mare nudged her shoulder. No such luck, that Buck would ever want to put aside his professional detachment and do the nasty with her. Not that she'd ask or beg him to do it only to have him push her away, and say no thanks. He'd be so nice about it when he rejected her, that she'd feel even worse.

No, she'd have to find some other guy to deflower her, someone who didn't care what people thought because she wanted so much and if it wasn't with Buck, well another guy would suffice. But she imagined what it'd be like with him, his mouth marking her breasts, and branding her pussy with his cock, the shivers it sent through her just at the thought. His face etched in concentration as he stroked her in ways that dazzled her all the way to her toes.

Damn in a few minutes, she'd have to go back inside her cabin and take a cold shower. It had been another hot and humid day that hinted at rain but didn't deliver. The barn offered some relief and her mare, good company but she'd tried to whittle down her restlessness by cleaning tack in the groom's room while sitting on the cot and staring at the rodeo trophies gathering dust on the shelves.

The names etched on them in silver long gone.

All she had done while sitting there was imagine what it'd be like if she had Buck well, buck naked in front of her and she could touch every inch of him with her hands, over his roughness and the softness she knew she'd find too. Slide her fingers over his muscular chest, over his taut abdomen even lower to his...

She felt the heat rise in her face then as she wondered if he were hung like the bull that nearly gored him, how it would feel in her hands. She ached to wrap her hands around his cock and explore it but if he knew that, he'd probably avoid her...not to mention if he knew that her mouth itched to taste him, to suck gently on the mushroom head, and to draw him slowly inside while she still held onto him.

How would he taste, how would it feel to go down on him? If she knelt in front of him and drew down the fly on his jeans, would he turn her away? Or would he stand there while she drew his cock out of his pants and started fondling it, watching it grow rigid before she took him in her mouth?

She could do that, she'd done plenty of reading about going down on guys, and if she did that, then that might warm him up into sliding between her thighs and giving her what she needed.

What they both needed if he'd only realize it. But she was done waiting around for him, the next guy who walked into the barn, would be the one who would be her first. If it happened to be Buck, that would be her choice but she needed someone to scratch her 19 year old itch.

The poker playing got fast and furious and in the ante, one of the men had chuckled and threw a condom. Whoever would win the poker match would be covered literally and figuratively when he went inside to tame the filly. Brock looked at his hand and sighed. His luck had to change or Dylan across from him would win the game and he didn't want the cocky upstart anywhere near Melissa.

No, he'd have to keep praying for good cards when he hit up the dealer.

"So how would you do it Slim," he said, "Would you take her at a fast gallop, or a leisurely canter?"

Buck just fired a look at them but they ignored him. Slim chuckled.

"I'd take her anyway she liked it," he said, "You know bent over the hay bale, her panties down and that shiny pussy just ripe and waiting."

The men crowed even louder than they had earlier. It all disgusted Buck really but he had to go along with it that was his strategy when he had agreed to the poker match.

"I would hope she'd be willing to prime the pump with a little cock sucking first," Dylan said, "On her knees taking it in all the way to the back of that throat before we do any riding."

That won him some backslapping. All eyes then turned on Buck.

"So how would you like her," he said, "Fully clothed or trussed up first and just ready to go?"

He hesitated, running his hand through his hair because he had his own fantasies about her. But didn't feel like sharing them with a group of horny ranch hands.

"We'd fuck, end of story."

That earned him some boos.

"Oh come on bro," Dylan said, "Don't you tell me you haven't been wanting a crack at that fresh pussy since she arrived."

Buck sighed.

"She was only 15 Dylan."

The other man shrugged.

"Hey, she was fully developed and I'm sure all her parts worked," he said, "but when I walk into that barn, she'll know she's in for a good time."

Likely Dylan would get his face punched by Melissa before she sent him packing. He'd stick around in case it got out of hand but he didn't plan on letting Dylan win.

Not at anything and certainly not with her. But all he had to do was win this land hand and he'd get the girl. Then he'd figure out what to do with her.

Melissa sat on the hay bale imagining what it'd be like if Buck walked in right now, and for once looked at her like the woman she had become instead of just another hand. She knew she had grown attractive, with her thick dark hair and her breasts which had ripened to where they stretched her camisoles. She felt the dampness in between her thighs and knew she had what men liked there as well.

But the barn remained empty though occasionally she heard some whoops and hollers outside from the ongoing poker game no doubt. The men sometimes let her play, after teasing her that for each hand lost, she'd have to remove an item of clothing but she stuck to paying for hard cash.

Her body tingled and she knew she had to stop thinking about him and just head inside for the night. She'd take that cold shower and then lie in her bed, stroking her pussy until she climaxed, imagining that her hands belonged to Buck. If he knew how often she had gotten herself off imagining what it'd be like with him, he'd probably freak out.

So she kept that secret to herself, even as her pussy began to ache because the fantasies about sex weren't doing it for her anymore. She needed a man to leave his mark on her, whisker burn on her breasts or even on her...oh and the scent of his musk as proof of where he'd been. Her legs felt heavy unless she could lie there and splay them open, putting her pussy on display for a man who wouldn't hesitate to take what she offered. She'd wrap her legs around his slick body and grip him tightly as he thrust inside her, nailing her to the stall floor if necessary.

God, she really had it bad. But what was she going to do about it and was anyone going to walk through that barn door? 



The Prize



Lee and I have been married about ten years, and even though we still enjoy sex, the frequency has been way down from where it was. I knew he wasn't cheating on me, as he's just too good of a man, and I would never consider doing that to him, but I missed the days when we'd have sex for no reason other than because we could. We both grew up in strict religious homes where sex was only for the purpose of procreation, but in the early days of our marriage, we found it enjoyable, even if it was, as some would call it, pretty vanilla. We were both virgins on the day we married, and had never engaged in any kinky sexual practices or activities like watching porn or using sex toys. The closest we ever had was the occasional love scene in a movie, which we'd often blush and turn away from.

We had even cut back on how much we talked and I felt like we were drifting apart. I love Lee with all my heart and I didn't want our marriage to end because we had stopped communicating. Sue, a good friend of mine from work invited me to one of those "adult" parties where they sell sex toys, lingerie, and other erotic items after I shared with her in a moment of frustration, how things between Lee and I were deteriorating, especially sexually. After some coaxing, I went to see what all the fuss was, though I nearly backed out as the thought of discussing sex in such a public forum was just against everything I had been taught. Sue assured me that it was a safe form and "what happened at the party, stayed at the party." I was the only "newbie" there, as everyone else, including my friend, were regular clients.

When we arrived, I was given a ticket for a door prize that I had to write my name on, and a catalogue. I was shocked as I flipped through the pages at the different types of toys and negligées I saw. There were even things for the guys to wear, though many left NOTHING to the imagination. Our "hostess" was Kelly, a lady I only casually knew, and not someone I thought was into this kind of kinky stuff. She had always struck me as someone like me, sexually conservative and not adventurous. Yet, after a couple of glasses of wine, I learned that I was the only one not into this. Our sales lady was Kimber, a bubbly, full-figured, redhead who demonstrated her oral skills with one of the ten-inch dildos. I couldn't believe she wasn't choking on the dildo nor could I believe any human being could do such a thing. I always thought the term "deep throat" was something out of Watergate, not a sexual act. The purpose of this demonstration was to sell a numbing agent that a woman could use to ease her gag reflex and thus give her man the blowjob of his life. I had never given Lee a blowjob before, and he had never asked me. For us, foreplay was just the use of our hands, and kissing never went below my waistline.

I guess there were about twenty women including me, and I listened to the different women share stories about what worked and what didn't work for them and why. I began to think that maybe this was what Lee and I needed to bring back the spice to our love life, but I still wasn't sure. A couple of times I was asked to share, but Sue would intervene on my behalf and share one of her stories. I couldn't believe what the women were sharing with me was true, but Sue assured me, they were. Kimber did her sales pitch, presenting different toys, lotions, oils, and clothes that were available for purchase. She demonstrated what she could, by rubbing a bit of the lotions or oils on our skin, turning on the vibrators so we could see and feel how they worked, and much more. Then she grabbed the bowl and said, "Okay ladies, time to pick some winners!"

Kimber had five different prizes: a bottle of warming oil, a bottle of massage lotion, some scented candles, a $50 gift card, and the grand prize of deluxe vibrator set with a bullet, a slender vibe for anal, and a full size eight-inch vibe that looked a lot like Lee's cock. Now, everyone except me was excited for the big prize, whereas I was hoping to win the candles or maybe the gift card. The warming oil went to the woman who shared about a swing that she and her husband loved to use, especially because it took the stress off her body and allowed him to fuck her in ways they couldn't do before. The massage lotion went to the woman who shared about using a strap-on with her girlfriend. I had never knowingly met a lesbian before and I found she was for the most part, a charming lady and not the demon I had been raised to believe all homosexuals were. My friend won the candles, and said if I didn't win anything, she would share them with me. The gift card went to a woman who said she would book the next party in a month and that we were all invited.

"Okay ladies, the grand prize goes to..." she reached into the bowl and dug around, then slowly pulled her hand out and said, "Cyndi!"

Everyone looked around the room, as I sat there stunned and embarrassed. Sue squealed and said, "Cyndi! You won the grand prize!!!"

I slowly raised my hand and I felt the glare of the ladies in the room. Kimber bounced (yes, I swear she bounced) to me and said, "Congratulations! The reason the others are so upset is because these are valued at over $200, are the newest in our collection, and won't be available to purchase for another month. So, you get to try them out and next month at the next party, we want a full report on how good they are. If you do that, I'll give away another full set as well as one of each so four more ladies will get to experience these."

"Wait, I've got to use these and then come back and tell you all about them?"

"Of course," said Kimber. "That's the rule! Misty'll share about the lotion, Becky'll share about the oil, Sue'll share about the candles, and Cassie'll tell us about what she bought and how she used it with her lover."

"It's okay Cyndi," said Sue. "Remember what I told you before, what happens at these parties, stays at these parties. Besides, our men or women benefit from these."

The word 'women' threw me until I remembered not all the ladies were straight. Now, I felt bad that not only had I won the most expensive prize here, but that the hostess wouldn't get credit for my prize. Even though I knew couldn't afford to spend $200, I knew I would have to order something. I flipped though the catalogue until I found a nice pair of satin boxers for Lee and a matching baby-doll nighty with matching panty set for me that wasn't too expensive. As Kimber was taking my order, I quietly asked her, "How do I use these... things?"

Kimber started to laugh, then stopped and said, "Oh god, you're serious."

I nodded and said, "Maybe you should give these to someone else."

"Absolutely not! Come with me."

Kimber grabbed my hand led me into Kelly's bedroom. There in the safety, and privacy of Kelly's bedroom, I shared with Kimber that not only had I never used these things, but that I had never given Lee a blowjob and was curious if she could share with me, a few pointers about it and how to do the deep throat thing she demonstrated to us earlier. Kimber explained how I could use a banana to practice on, explaining some of the techniques she used on her boyfriends in the past and how much they enjoyed them. She told me it was something that would take practice and time, and to not be surprised if I gag for my first few tries.

Then Kimber had me lie back on Kelly's bed, and pushed my skirt above my waist and through my panties gave me a private explanation and minor demo of my new toys. At first, I was so shocked that this woman was touching me with these toys, until she shared that she was single, and bisexual. I was more than a little embarrassed that I had to ask her what bisexual meant, and even more so when she did. Kimber put the different vibes on my clit and I couldn't believe how amazing the sensation was, or how close I came to having an orgasm with just the short demonstration. Kimber commented on how wet my panties got, and how fast it happened. I reached down and felt the moisture, and was more than a bit surprised at how wet they felt. Kimber also shared about how she's used the eight-inch both vaginally and anally and found it, "mind-blowingly erotic." Her words, not mine. I said that I had never had anything in my anus, aside from those foul and nasty procedures the doctor performs for my annual "female" exam that we all dread.

I was sure all the ladies were standing by the door listening, but when we were done, everyone was swapping stories and hadn't even noticed we'd left. I carried my prize home and waited to share with Lee what I had won. For the next week, while I awaited my order to arrive, I bought a bunch of bananas and tried what Kimber told me to do. The deep throat trick turned out to be much harder than I thought. I also decided to try the vibrators. I started slowly with the small bullet on my nipples and then onto my clit, and was shocked at the sensation. My nipples hardened like never before, and they seemed to really respond in a positive manner to this unusual sensation. I was so aroused that when I moved it to my clit, I had an orgasm. The sensation was erotic and amazing. My clit tingled and throbbed from the sensation of the bullet's vibration in a way I've never experienced before. The next time I tried, I put the eight-inch vibe into my pussy. It felt like Lee's cock as far as size goes, but the vibrations were providing me sensations that I never knew I could feel. I swear there was lightning shooting from within my body and radiating all over as I orgasmed so fast I thought something was wrong with me. 

My next experiment was with the thin anal vibe. I was so nervous as I had never put anything into my ass before (I don't count those doctor visits). I put the lube that Kimber gave me as a bonus gift (she said it would help and make it easier to use) and slowly slipped it into my ass. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt, as I used it alone with no bullet on my clit, or eight-inch vibe in my pussy, just the anal vibe in my ass. It wasn't as horrid as I feared, but erotic, sensual, and amazing. I worked it slowly, feeling every curve and vibration, until finally I felt a sensation I had never experienced before. My body tingled all over and I had been working the entire vibe in and out of my ass, working at full speed. Soon I had an orgasm I didn't know I could possibly have experienced. I felt my pussy become so wet, my body shook and convulsed, and my mind blurred with all the new sensations I was experiencing. My curiosity levels were increasing about my new toys, and Kimber's words echoed in my mind, but I was also struggling with guilt as I was enjoying these new toys, without Lee.

Happily, my order arrived the next day and I knew it was now or never. I slipped on my new baby-doll, and fixed Lee's favorite meal. When Lee came home, I greeted him with a passionate kiss, explained to him that I had bought him the shorts, and asked him to put them on. His shorts fit him perfectly and the royal blue looked so good against his skin tone. On me, the color of the baby-doll really made my eyes pop and I felt pretty and sexy. Over a candle-lit dinner, I pulled out my prize and told Lee the story of how I won them and what each one was to be used for. I confessed to using them over the last week, how amazing they felt when I climaxed, and how guilty I felt about doing this without him.

"Would it make you feel any better if I said I thought of buying you one of these vibrators for you?"

I won't lie; this did come as a bit of a shock to me. "Why didn't you?"

"I just didn't have the nerve to go in to one of those adult stores."

I explained to Lee about how I had to try them, how Kimber gave me a minor demonstration, and how I wanted to do that with him now. I showed him how they work and explain that Kimber had also given me some lube for the anal vibrator so I wouldn't get hurt. At first, Lee was resistant, saying he didn't want to use them and that they made him feel inadequate as a lover. I begged and pleaded then told him that four other ladies were going to win these under the condition I used them, and since I sucked at lying, we could just use them the one time, and then I'd give my report and we'd never have to use them again. Lee kissed me and agreed.

When we finished dinner, I abandoned the dirty dishes (something I had never done before) and led Lee into our bedroom with my toys. I had lit scented candles so the room smelled sweet and erotic, with the soft candlelight enhancing the mood of the night. I knelt before Lee and slipped of the new boxers off his body. Kneeling before him, I took his semi-erect cock into my hands, and began kissing the head.

"What are you doing?" Lee asked.

I smiled and slowly slid the head of his cock into my mouth. I looked up and I swear Lee's jaw was on the floor. I still couldn't fully deep throat him, but I did lick and suck his cock using the tricks Kimber had shared with me, and the techniques I had practiced with the bananas. Lee sat down on the bed as I suspect his legs were getting weak, and he began to moan. He put his hands into my hair and moved it so he could watch me suck his cock for the first time in our marriage. His cock grew within my mouth and I ran my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum for the first time. I was more than a bit surprised that it wasn't as repulsive as I feared, but found it sweet and salty. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slid my head up and down on his now rock hard cock. I'd lick the shaft, and a couple of times my teeth would rub against his cock, but what I feared would hurt Lee, made him gasp and moan even louder.

Lee reached down, and lifted me up under my arms and kissed me with a newfound passion. Our tongues danced in their erotic coupling, as the heat of our kiss added to the intensity of this moment. I honestly couldn't remember when Lee kissed me like that, but I knew I wanted him to do it again. He laid me on our bed and the desire and lust in his eyes was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Since my baby-doll has a separate panty, he grabbed them with his teeth, and slipped them off me and grabbed the bullet, turned it on to low and rubbed my nipples with it first. When I had done this alone, I got really aroused, but when Lee did it, the sensation tickled and I laughed.

Lee smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I've heard you laugh Cyndi."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I forgot how much I liked it."

Lee kissed me hard and deep, as he took the bullet and began rubbing the top of my pubic hair, tracing my triangle patch until he reached my sex and my clit. I gasped with the sensation. "Oh fuck! That does feel good baby."

Lee smiled, and I realized I haven't seen him smile like that in a while, a really long while. "Wanna try two?"

"Sure."

Lee grabbed the eight-inch vibrator and slowly pushed it into me, then turned it on. There was a familiar scent in the air as Lee said, "God Cyndi, you smell so sexy."

"Is... oh... that me?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I can't remember the last time I smelled that luscious aroma. I didn't realize how much I missed it."

I felt the vibration begin to shake my body, especially inside me. I moaned and threw my head back. "Oh fuck Lee!"

"Faster?"

"Please!"

He increased the speed in both as I felt him move the eight-inch vibrator in and out of my pussy. Occasionally he replaced the bullet with his mouth and I moaned louder. Why we had never done this before I will never know, but I knew what I wanted next. "Make me cum baby! Please!"

Lee increased the speed of the eight-inch beast until it was at max, and worked my clit with the bullet. "Come on baby, cum for me!"

"More!" I cried out.

"Oh yes, I'll give you more. After you cum on the toy, I'm gonna fuck your pussy with the anal vibe in your ass."

"Yes! Yes!"

Lee's dirty talk was turning me on so much, and I couldn't believe he was saying these words to me, or how sexy I found them. "You want me to fuck your pussy with my cock baby?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me!"

Well, I would have, except my orgasm hit right then and instead my body shook, and all I could do was scream. I flopped around as I swear my hair straightened, my toes curled, and every muscle and nerve ending in my body exploded with the sensation from my pussy. Once the orgasm passed, Lee pulled the eight-inch out of my pussy and slammed his cock in to me hard and fast with the bullet still on my clit. Then he rolled me over so I was on his chest, kissing me deeply, and I felt the pressure on my ass.

"Tell me you want it baby."

"I want it!"

"You got it!"

I knew Lee had already put the lube on the vibrator, and slowly pushed it into my ass. I moaned at the sensation, then I felt him turn it on low and we both felt the vibration as Lee said, "HOLY FUCK!"

"You feel that?" I asked.

"Yeah! Oh Cyndi!"

Lee kissed me and sat me up pushing the anal vibrator further into my ass. Lee thrust into me as my ass and my clit were stimulated with the new toys, and my pussy was filled with his magnificent cock. We started kissing with a passion we hadn't shared in years as we fucked like a couple of teenagers. I felt the anal vibrator go faster and soon I was having a second orgasm. My pussy clamped around Lee's cock, and it added to the waves of pleasure that raged through my body. Lee pushed me back down and began to fuck me with an aggression we haven't experienced in years. Each thrust was deeper and hard than the last.

I begged, "YES LEE!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT THICK CUM!!!"

I had a third orgasm and my mind began to blur as Lee moaned, and with one final thrust, he shot and I felt him fill me with his cum. I have no idea how much he shot or how long we had fucked, but as my orgasm began to wane, he turned off the new toys, removed the one from my ass first, and then the one from my clit second. We kissed until his spent cock slipped from my pussy, then he slid off me and we drifted off to sleep.

I woke a few hours later still wearing my baby-doll top and saw Lee looking down at me. We started talking and before long, we were laughing and kissing. We made love again without the toys, but found we missed them. Over the next three weeks, we made love several times using the toys and found the lost spark our marriage needed. I had even shared with Lee about how Kimber suggested using the eight-inch vibe in my ass, and Lee was excited at the idea. It took a bit of coaxing to get me to try, but Lee promised if I didn't like it, we'd never do it again, and he'd still fuck my pussy hard. I got on my knees and with a lot of lube, and passionate kisses, I felt Lee slip the huge toy into my ass, while I held the bullet on my clit. Lee only got about two of the eight inches in me when I dropped the bullet and began to orgasm harder than I had with the smaller toy. Lee dove under me, licked my clit, and fingered my pussy while the eight-inch beast shook in my ass, driving me to orgasm after orgasm until I nearly fainted and Lee's face and chest was completely soaked. After a bit of rest, and a thorough cleaning of the eight-inch toy, Lee and I tried real anal sex with the thinner vibe in my pussy, (I was afraid I'd be hurt with Lee's huge cock in my ass and the eight-inch toy in my pussy.) Lee went so slowly at first but soon he had his full cock buried deep in my ass, and he was fucking me like never before with the thinner vibrator enhancing the sensation for us both and making our climaxes even more powerful.

When it was time for the next party, I proudly shared the success Lee and I experienced and how we liked to use certain vibrators for specific things. I also thanked Kimber for bringing the spark back to my sex life. That night, Kimber sold at least one of the vibrators to every guest except the other winner of the grand prize, and I signed on as a sales girl. It didn't take long for me to become a successful saleswoman and was only second to Kimber, as I couldn't quite master the deep throat trick she could do. Lee loved my new job as we got to try out the new toys first, and I used our experiences to share with the women at the parties. The added bonus was the huge extra income I was also bringing in that allowed us to do more and enjoy a better quality of life both in and out of the bedroom. Kimber and I became a sales team and then later, a bit more.




The Prize



But that's a story for another time.



The Prize



It had been a close game, but in the end Bryce had beaten me. It was late, but not overly so and we were well into the post game analysis.

"So, what do I win?" he asked.

I was trying to think of a witty reply when Kelly walked in. She'd sat out the game and had been in the computer room surfing the net. She smiled at Bryce and blushed slightly. "Are you guys finished?"

"Yup. Just packing up now. Unless you want a game?" I asked her out of politeness.

"No, I'm tired. I'm heading for bed."

"Okay," I responded, slightly confused. She didn't sound too tired.

I put my arm around her to kiss her good night and she subtly pushed her body against me a little and let her kiss linger for an extra moment. The light dawned on me. My pretty little wife, with the big brown eyes and the innocent smile had been reading porn on the internet again. She was now desperately horny and expected me to kick out our guest and satisfy her every sexual craving. I noted she was wearing her short denim skirt with her soft black top and I remembered the slight flush of her cheeks when she saw Bryce. Had she been fingering herself?

Instead of releasing her, I drew her fingers to my mouth and kissed her hand. Sure enough, I could make out the sweet pungent smell of her cunt. She realised what I was doing, blushed again and glanced nervously at Bryce to see if he'd noticed, but he was putting game pieces back in their box. Kelly tried to pull away but I held her to me and kissed her again, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She struggled gently but couldn't resist too much in case she drew Bryce's attention. So she surrendered herself to me and I explored her mouth with my tongue and stroked the long brown hair cascading down over her shoulders. Just as she began to respond, Bryce cleared his throat.

"I guess I'd better be going," he muttered.

I was going to let him go when I noticed his cool blue eyes slide down Kelly's large firm breasts and around the curve of her small waist to her shapely hips, then flit back to her deep brown eyes.

Instead I said, "What about your prize?"

"What prize?" Bryce looked at me confused while I slid my hand down Kelly's back and, out of his sight, squeezed her arse. She loves having her arse played with.

"You asked what you win? How about a kiss?"

"Sorry, David, but you're not my type," he grinned.

"What if I use a proxy?" I asked pushing Kelly gently towards him.

Kelly could have stopped things then if she wanted to. With a laugh and a wave she could have skipped off to bed, I would have followed and Bryce would have left. Instead she stepped in front of him and tilted her face up to look into his dark blue eyes.

Bryce looked at me for half a second, then lowered his lips to hers and I watched my sexy wife share her first kiss with another man since we'd been married.

Bryce was cautious at first, not sure what was happening, his lips grazing hers ever so gently. But Kelly was horny and desperate and as soon as his lips touched hers she pressed her face to his and slid her tongue into his mouth. She moaned and I grinned at the memory of how similarly she had kissed me our first time.

Bryce wasn't slow to react to her enthusiasm and pulled her to him. She rubbed her body against his tall lean frame as his hands slid around her waist and rested on her sweet round arse.

Not wanting to be left out, I stepped up behind Kelly and lowered my lips to her smooth white neck. She shivered as my petal soft kisses climbed up and around her neck and I nibbled her ear.

I was wondering how far she wanted to go with this when Bryce slid his strong hands over her hips and under the hem of her top to rest around the bare skin of her slim waist. My slutty wife immediately raised her arms over her head expecting the whole top to be removed. I obliged.

I continued kissing her neck and shoulders while Bryce's hands roamed over her back and arse. I could feel her pressing against him, whimpering as his tongue filled her mouth and rubbing her groin against his thigh which was causing her denim skirt to ride up. I kissed down to her bra strap and released it with a practiced flick of my fingers.

Kelly stepped back and pulled off her bra in one smooth motion. The look on Bryce's face was priceless. Kelly has large soft tits with wide aureolae and hard nubs for nipples, all usually well concealed under conservative shirts and tops. It's rare that she advertises her considerable cleavage, and being short one tends to think of her as small everywhere. In fact, despite her height, she has a perfect 36-26-36 figure.

Kelly didn't give the poor man much of a look before stepping into his embrace again and sliding her tongue into his mouth. She continued rubbing against him, now enjoying the feel of the rough fabric of his shirt against her aching nipples. Agreeably, Bryce slid a hand up her side to cup a large tit and roughly squeeze the nipple. Kelly moaned into his mouth, performing like a whore.

While they snogged like a pair of teenagers and Bryce copped a feel of her tits, I ran my hands down her back, over her soft arse and helped that denim skirt ride up. It didn't take much effort at all and soon it was bunched up around her waist leaving her lacy black panties on display.

I slid my hand down her round arse cheek to the crotch of her panties. They were soaked and my finger easily slipped under them and inside her hot wet cunt, eliciting more groans into Bryce's mouth. It was only a second or two before I felt Bryce's fingers sweep down the front of her panties also searching out her cunt. He squeezed another finger inside her beside mine, was rewarded with more moaning, then slid back up to her clit and began stroking her.

I bit my wife's milky white shoulder, slipped a second finger inside her and started pumping her cunt and she pulled back from Bryce and started gasping, staring into his eyes. He smirked, then held her at bay enough to lower his head to her breast and lick the tight wrinkled areola around her nipple. Kelly turned her face to me, eyes wide, mouth open as Bryce and I worked her cunt in time with each other. I kissed her quickly, then lowered my head and started sucking on her other tit.

She didn't last long after that. Kelly had often wondered at me in the shower how I could cum standing up. Now she knew although it took both Bryce and I to support her as she shook with the rising orgasm crashing through her and then fell limp in our arms. We supported her down the hall to the bedroom and lay her back on the bed, by which time she had recovered enough to undo her skirt and remove both it and her panties.

"Fuck me," she demanded, spreading her knees to reveal her sticky cunt glistening within the tangled jungle of her hairy pussy. Bryce looked at me, but I was already unzipping my pants and lowering them to the floor.

"I'll take the head," I told him climbing on the bed and lowering my cock to my wife's sweet lips. Her eyes twinkled up at me as she slid her mouth down the length of my shaft in one go and touched the tip of my cock to the back of her throat. Her practice was paying off.

Bryce lost no time. He pulled his pants down and kicked them away to reveal a thick fat cock that bounced against his flat stomach. He tossed his shirt aside, stepped forward and paused at the entrance to my wife's cunt. As he moistened the head of his cock by rubbing it around Kelly's pussy, she moaned around my cock and sucked harder.

I pushed gently into her face and she slid back onto Bryce's cock. They both moaned. Together, Bryce and I pushed forward, compressing Kelly between us. Our cocks slid into her as she sighed and when she wriggled we pulled back a little, giving her a chance to relax. But not long and we pressed our cocks into her cunt and throat again.

She gurgled appreciatively and we started working out a rhythm. As we started picking up our pace, we fell naturally into a rocking back and forth motion. Bryce would drive his cock up into her aching cunt, pushing her mouth further up my cock as I pulled back out of her throat. Then I'd drive my rigid cock down her throat, pushing her back onto Bryce's retreating cock.

Desperately, Kelly started pushing herself up and down, trying to fit my long cock further down her throat, then trying to drive Bryce's cock further into her cunt. I reached down and twisted her nipples while Bryce gripped her hips and started pounding her cunt.

Watching Bryce's cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy and listening to his balls slap against her arse was better than any porno and I would have cum if Kelly hadn't been getting careless with her teeth as her own orgasm approached. I carefully removed my cock from her mouth and pinched her stiff nipples as she screwed up her face, twisted, grunted and screamed as the orgasm shook her body. She gasped and panted and tried to push Bryce away.

"Stop," she cried meekly.

Usually, I'd give Kelly a brief respite, nuzzle her gently and almost, but not quite remove my cock from her before slowly starting to fuck her again when she was ready. Bryce, knowing none of this, continued pounding away oblivious as his orgasm approached.

I pinned Kelly's shoulders down and she looked up at me with a savage intensity. I thought maybe we'd gone too far but then she gripped her breasts and started tweaking her own nipples.

I smiled down at her and she grinned back and reached up to pull my head down to kiss her. Almost upside down, we locked lips and explored each others mouths while Bryce pummelled her cunt and started to let out a low moan. I felt Kelly shudder each time Byrce hammered into her and his pace slowed as his own orgasm approached.

Ever the gentleman, he gasped between ragged breaths, "I'm... going... to... cum!"

With no contraception, I figured she'd let him cum on her tits, or maybe even in her mouth if she was in the mood. I was amazed when she begged, "Cum inside me. Please, fill my cunt."

Before I could object Bryce thrust savagely into her one last time and gurgled as his cum spurted into her warm pussy. He thrust a few more times and sighed as Kelly fingered herself with a blissful look on her face. She opened her eyes as he pulled his cock out from her cunt and smiled up at him.

"Fuck my face?" she asked with false shyness and Bryce's withering cock started to harden again. He shuffled across and Kelly took his cock in her mouth and continued fingering herself.

Refusing to be ignored, I took Bryce's place between her legs and easily slid my cock into my wife's dripping pussy. Some of Bryce's cum oozed out around my cock and slid down the crack of Kelly's round arse.

She whimpered in delight around his cock and I started pounding her cunt. She stopped sucking Bryce's hard cock long enough to goad me. "You like sloppy seconds, hey? How do you like my used, cum filled pussy?"

"You're such a whore," I told her, battering her cunt. "Suck him."

Kelly eagerly obliged and took his entire cock deep into her throat, while I fucked her. Bryce and I molested her tits while she kept fingering her clit, and soon she began shuddering as another orgasm swept through her.

I could feel my own orgasm rising, but she was so slippery with cum, I couldn't get enough friction. I needed a tighter hole and pulled my cock from her cunt. Cum oozed between her legs and flowed over her tight puckered arsehole.

"Lie down," I told Bryce, and I flipped her over on top of him.

He eagerly slid his now hard cock back into her pussy and I stretched her butt cheeks apart and squeezed my cock into her tight arsehole. She gasped as I did and may have said something but Bryce smothered her mouth with his own and the two of us began pushing her over our cocks.

Kelly thrust her hands forward to steady herself and Bryce and I worked out a rhythm. We could feel each other's cocks entering her and we pulled her back as she tried to wriggle away from the intensity but said nothing.

I slid my cock into her sweet, tight arse, Kelly gasped with each thrust and Bryce would slide out of her cunt. As I slid out, Bryce would push his cock into her wet cunt, almost a relief for her while still filling her.

I'd already been close and as Kelly whimpered, "Please. Yes, please," Bryce and I started pistoning into her.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and Bryce pawed her breasts as the most intense orgasm shook me and I filled her arse with cum. Unable to stop I kept hammering her as cum oozed from her arse to her cunt and Bryce went off as well.

This sent Kelly over the edge and she screamed as her orgasm wracked her while Bryce and I slowed our assault on her. Soon she lay limp in our arms, the three of us panting for breath.

"Best prize ever," gasped Bryce.

We had to agree.



The Prize



He stared up in rapt attention as she straddled him. Her knees pressing down with painful brutality on his shoulders, pinning him in place. That pain though was the furthest thing from his mind. All he could see was her perfect pussy inches above his face. Lips shaved bare, trimmed pubic hair framing her perfect pussy there displayed for him.

After 6 months of dedicated service, he had been granted a request. He was told he could request any privilege he wished, if the request was beyond what he had earned however, he would get nothing. It had taken him only seconds to know what he wanted. He just wanted a chance to see her beautiful, perfect pussy.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Oh yes Ma'am. . .it is beautiful Ma'am. Perfect in every way." He answered.

She lowered her pussy a little closer to his face. "You love my cunt bitch?" 

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, this is as close as your worthless ass will ever come to it." She laughed a cruel and haughty laugh. He felt his face blush with shame. He knew he was not worthy of her pussy. Months of licking her boots clean, cleaning her house spotless, and various other domestic chores had only earned a peek for him. He had no illusions he would ever deserve to touch it.

"I know Ma'am. Thank you for showing it to me. It, like all of you, is perfect. Thank you so much."

"Oh take your tongue out of my ass please. Jesus bitch, must you always gush and babble?"

He went silent.

"Better." She reached down with her PVC clad hands and brushed against her lips. His cock responded and tried to get hard but the cock cage she had placed on him made that both painful and impossible. He winced as his cock pressed against the sharp barbs and softened again.

With her two index fingers she pressed down and made her lips part slightly. "I bet you think of shoving that piece of meat of yours into my cunt don't you?"

"No Ma'am." He lied.

She used two more fingers and spread herself wide open before his eyes. The sweet inner folds of her pussy glistening with arousal. "No? Liar!" A blast of hot piss erupted from her pussy and hit him in the face. He choked and gagged as it filled his mouth and went up his nose. His mouth full of the tinny salty flavor of her anger, his eye stung from it and he blinked trying to see clearly again.

"Do you fantasize about fucking me?" She asked again.

"Yes, Ma'am." He admitted.

"See? Honesty is the best policy." She allowed her lips to close again.

"Yes, Ma'am, I am sorry I tried to lie to you and deceive yo. . ." She pulled her lips apart again and another, longer blast of piss drowned him. He choked and coughed but said nothing.

"I said get your tongue out of my ass bitch." She laughed.

"I'm sorry."

A short blast of piss hit his face.

"Ma'am. I'm sorry Ma'am."

"Good bitch." She said and started to laugh.

The flavor of her piss filled his mouth, the scent his nose. He was covered in it and all he could think was, this was as close to heaven as he might ever get. To be drenched in her piss, that sweet piss that had come from her perfect pussy. He winced as his cock got hard and pressed again against the barbs.

"Now. . .since you think you are worthy of even thinking of my cunt.. . Tell me what you dream of."

He weighed his words carefully. "Licking you Ma'am. Just being allowed to please you." The shower of hot piss was expected this time. She pissed on him for almost 10 seconds and then cut it off just as quickly. "I dream of fucking you. Of stuffing you full of my cock and ram fucking you until you tell me to cum and then filling you with my cum and making you pregnant."

The last part made her stop short. She had not expected such honesty from him. She brushed his cheek with her finger, the PVC slippery with all the piss. He was vulnerable right now. He had opened up more then he expected.

" I dream of being allowed to suck my own worthless cum back out of your pussy, you dripping it on my face and making me eat it." Now that he had started, he found he couldn't stop telling her.

"I dream of you sitting on my face and pressing down until I can't breath." He was almost in tears from the force of his confessions. "I dream of being smothered in your sex. Your sweet cum dripping down my face."

She released the control on her bladder but didn't push hard. She allowed the rest of her piss to simply drain down and wash over his chest as he spoke. "Go on bitch." The hot liquid making the bed under him saturated. He was covered in her urine, his hair was wet and matted, his face shiny from a good coating of piss. 

"I dream of being small enough you can stuff me into your pussy. To just be lost there." He paused and took a long breath. "I'm sorry to have had such thoughts without permission Ma'am. I know it was wrong."

"But you did very good in telling me, I am proud of you." Her words sunk into him and he looked up at her. She was so statuesque as she straddled him. So perfectly beautiful. "You did very well bitch." He smiled and she nodded. He felt as though he would burst.

"I have other fantasies. . ."He started.

"OK. . .don't go over board. . .time to shut the fuck up now." She said and thought for a moment. Then she smiled an evil smile and looked back down at him. "Hmmm. . .one fantasy did intrigue me. . .I must admit."

His cock once again pressed against the barbs and he tried not to show the agony in his face. She saw it though and enjoyed it. She reached down and began to play with her clit as she looked at him, knowing the show that close was driving him insane. He winced again and again as his cock tried to get hard. Laughing, she shoved two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck herself. He groaned in agony and the sound made her dripping wet. She so loved good suffering.

"OK. I've decided." She said as she fucked herself closer to cumming. "To try out a fantasy of yours but, I am going to do it my way." She bit her lip as her body started to shake. "Mmm I'm going to give you what you most want bitch. Lets see if you can handle it."

She shoved her fingers in deep and rubbed her clit, she felt the orgasm starting deep inside her and burning it's way out. She spread her pussy wide and fucked herself hard, knowing as he watched and got hard it hurt so wonderfully. That thought got her off, his pain, his agony. She started to cum hard and kept fucking herself until it intensified and she had to pause to allow it to rip through her.

Pulling her fingers out, she played with her cum on her finger tips for him to watch. Just as he was really getting into the show, she shifted and moved forward. Spreading her cunt wide open she shifted her weight and straddled his face. Pressing her pussy down, she took his nose and mouth into the wet slit entirely.

His eyes showed his surprise and she laughed. She allowed her weight to fall on him now, smothering him in her wet sloppy cunt. She couldn't breath, he couldn't move. He was trapped in her pussy and she laughed maniacally as the panic registered in his eyes.

"Ohhhh I wanna be a tongue slave. . .I wanna fuck you. . .I wanna be in your pussy." She laughed. "Then enjoy it bitch!" She pressed down harder to make sure he could get no air. "Enjoy my cunt!" She pressed hard and pissed out the last tiny bit of urine in her bladder. 

He struggled, not against her, but his own panic. Without breath his mind became foggy. His thoughts abstract. He was in her cunt . . . lost in her pussy. After long seconds the panic of no breath faded and everything began to darken, he was passing out in her pussy.

"Mmmmmm. . .yes bitch. . .enjoy your prize. . .you earned it." She ground her pussy against him as she pressed down and as everything went black, he felt her cum on his face and one hand grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder into her pussy. He lost himself to her pussy, was consumed by it. The world went dark, only the smell and feel of her pussy . . . and then nothing.



The Prize



It started out as a silly dare. Judy was at he friend Gail's bachelorette party and there had been a guy hired from an escort agency to perform for the girls.

The draw was for "Your Dream Black Gangbang". The winner would be gangbanged by three black men at a time of her choice. Judy had never had a black man and never even considered it, but several of her friends were entering their names and coaxed her to. 

Judy had long forgotten her entry in the draw when she answered the telephone.

"Hello." Judy picked up the phone.

"Is this Judy Latimer?" the voice at the other end asked.

"Yes." Judy confirmed.

"This is Todd from Royal Escort Service, I am pleased to tell you that you have won our Dream Black Gangbang contest." The caller told her.

Judy did not know what to say, she hadn't in her wildest dreams thought she would win the silly draw.

"We will send you confirmation by mail and you can advise us when you want to redeem your prize." Todd advised her.

What to do? Judy was engaged to marry John Felice in September, two months off, and her friend Linda was going to throw her a bachelorette party. The thought of being fucked by three black guys in front of all her friends excited her but what would John say? 

To Judy's surprise John was not opposed to the idea when Judy told him about her good fortune. He said since she was on the pill and would likely never see the guys again it may be her last chance to experience black cock.

Judy was so excited when she phoned Linda to tell her the good news. Linda assured her she would love it saying she had had a few black lovers and they were great. Judy's friend told her not to worry she would make all the arrangements to make it a night Judy would not soon forget.

Judy was the stereotype blonde for black cocks to fuck. At 19 she was a petite 5'2" 108 pound nymph. Her breasts were like a 13-year-old boy's and her pussy was shaven as smooth as a baby's bum. She knew three black guys would have a feast ravaging her.

Finally the night of the party arrived. No guys other than the performers were allowed to attend the secret location. A dozen of Judy's most intimate friends had been invited to watch the young bride's indoctrination to black cocks.

Lynda had insisted Judy wear her wedding gown for the performance. Judy was worried it might be soiled or torn but Linda assured her she would have it like new for her actually wedding ceremony.

Judy entered the room to chords of "Here Comes the Bride", her three studs were waiting for her wearing only bowties and strap-on formal white cuffs on their wrists. Judy's eyes popped wide-open when she saw the size of their cocks. All of them were already hard and every one looked like at least 10"!

"You better pour me a stiff drink." Judy said to Linda, "I think I am going to need it!" Nervously she looked at the three monsters that soon would be in her.

"You can do it!" Linda assured her. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride."

Judy knew that once they hiked her dress up and saw she was wearing only a garter belt holding up her white thigh-highs and no panties it would be too late.

Judye had prepared herself for her debut. After douching with "Strawberry Delight" she had freshly shaven her pussy and put a fresh tube of KY Jelly in her handbag. Before attending she had given herself a good workout with her Hitachi "Homewrecker", a 10" black plastic vibrator. She was ready for what was to come.

The gin burned her throat as it went down but she knew it would help to relax her. Judy looked around the room; all these girls had come to watch her be ravished by the three big bucks.

The time had come. Linda called the room to order. Some appropriate background music played as Judy was led to the center of the room in her virginal what gown complete with veil. 

"Kneel." Linda ordered as her three studs surrounded her. The black guys stood far enough apart so as not to block the view of the spectators. Each was stroking his very large cock.

"This is Lloyd, Lloyd loves white trash sucking his cock!" Linda told the room. 

Judy felt the head of Lloyd's cock press against her lips through the thin material of her veil. Opening her mouth she felt Lloyd's gauze wrapped cock enter, God he was so big! Judy reached out and circled his cock near its base with her fingers and thumb; it was like grabbing a baseball bat. Slowly she began milking him.

Each stroke Lloyd traveled further into Judy's mouth until she begins to gag. With the thin veil encasing his cock it felt strange, she had sucked several cocks in her day but they all had been bare.

Judy felt her dress being lifted from the back. The cool air told her that her ass had been bared. Hands fumbling around in her butt crack, separating her labia and fingers thrust inside of her. It had begun.

The fingers in her pussy were being replaced by what was unmistakably a cockhead. Judy felt her pussy lips being stretched apart to allow the intruder to fill her young cervix. She tried to cry out but the huge cock in her mouth muffled her scream. Slowly she felt herself being stretched to new dimensions.

Cum started spurting from the cockhead in her mouth. Strained through her veil the slimy liquid slid down her throat like a raw oyster. The cock in her pussy was increasing tempo and slamming further up into her with each stroke. 

Judy's mouth was freed from its burden and cum dripped from her chin.

"Oh my God, it's so big!" she cried to her friends as she dropped her haunches down on the beautiful black cock inside of her.

Judy had her first orgasm with another man since her and John had started dating three years ago. It was more intense than she had imagined possible.

The cock inside of her throbbed as it fired fresh sperm into her promised womb. 

"Oh yes, breed me!" she cried as her hips gyrated on the ejaculating cock.

The second cock entered her mouth, this time without the benefit of being wrapped in her veil. Judy felt the smooth black skin slid over her lips and tongue. Her mouth sealed around the thick shaft and she began to suck.

The cock in her pussy had finished draining into her and withdrew leaving her empty. Quickly another replaced it; Judy had not fully come down from her first orgasm when she found herself getting fucked again. Her pussy was dripping wet from the first cock so cock number two entered her and slid in and out of her lubricated passage with more comfort. She contracted her pelvic muscles to squeeze the black monster in her.

The cock in her mouth was working its way further into her throat. She was getting the hang of these monster cocks and found the angle to hold her head so they could fuck her throat without gagging her. If she timed her breaths right she could continue to breathe with the cock going all the way into her mouth until her lower lip touched his balls.

Judy's friends watched in amazement, two guys had come in her and she showed no signs of stopping. The guy in her mouth peeled her gown down over her shoulders exposing her flat chest. The cum dripped from her chin landing between her pink button nipples. The huge ebony shaft continued to slide in and out between her lips.

Two more black cocks blasted their loads into her. Judy was getting right into it, she stood so her lovers could help her out of her gown leaving her wearing only her white thigh-highs, garter belt and bra. Her cum stained veil lay on the floor. 

Judy took the next doggy style. She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees while the huge black shafts rammed in and out of her cunt. Judy could not see who was fucking her but they all felt good.

The third cock chose not to use her pussy but forced its way into her tight bum.

"Yeeeeow!" Judy screamed as her ass was raped.

"God these guys are big, I hope they don't ruin me for John!" Judy thought as her asshole was stretched beyond belief.

The three studs used the young bride-to-be for almost an hour, pumping load after load of black sperm into all her receptacles.

When the evening drew to a close Judy's friends gradually left after congratulating her on how well she handled the three bulls.

Linda called a taxi to take Judy home, she was a bit wobbly on her feet!



The Prize



I couldn't believe it! I'd just been notified that I was the winner of the 1st Prize in a competition I hadn't remembered entering?

However, this wasn't unusual in itself. A bit sad really but I loved entering competitions – small or large, I was hooked. I entered so many I'd lost count, so I didn't question the fact that I had no recollection of this one.

I opened the gilt edged envelope and read:

"Congratulations, you have won the opportunity to spend a weekend at our newly opened 'Salon for the Elite'. You will be thoroughly pampered from head to toe whilst mingling with the rich & famous. Please call us on 0870 124 6000 to confirm your acceptance when we can then make arrangements for your stay"

Signed: Mark Flavell, for Indulgence UK

Needless to say I called immediately and was put straight through to Mark.

"Congratulations Anna" he said. "You don't mind me calling you Anna do you? I feel that we're going to be good friends by the time you leave here" he continued.

What a strange thing to say, I thought swiftly however, that particular thought left my head as quick as it had entered.

"No that's fine with me Mark" I replied.

"Well we'll have a heavy schedule for you Anna so I hope you don't mind if I ask you a few questions. We like to tailor your visit specifically for you and therefore I will need just a little more information. Is that ok?" he asked.

"Fire away" I quipped.

"Well firstly, can I ask if you can describe yourself to me please? I know that sounds a strange question but we've introduced some new equipment to our treatment rooms that need to be set to a persons individual measurements" he asked. "Just normal physical attributes – height, weight, personal measurements etc"

"Well, I'm 5'4" and have shoulder length brown hair. I am a standard size 16 but possibly a little bigger on top" I said, shyly.

"So would you say you were approximately 38D / 30 / 38 Anna?" said Mark.

"Actually, I'm a 40DD" I said somewhat embarrassingly, "40DD / 30 / 38".

"That's all for now I think Anna. Oh, just one more thing.....Can I ask, are you happy with your size and if not, can you let me know what you would change?

Not waiting for a response he continued "We usually work out a personal plan for you concentrating on the areas that concern you".

"I would like to be a touch smaller on top" I mumbled.

"Sorry Anna, I didn't catch that" he replied.

"I feel that my breasts are too big so I would like some form of treatment to help reduce them if I can" I replied, feeling very embarrassed. I couldn't believe I was telling a complete stranger my intimate details.

He laughed as he replied "Thanks for being so honest Anna. You'd be surprised how many ladies keep that to themselves."

"Any questions Anna?" asked Mark. "If not, then we'll send a car round for you at 8am on the 15th and look forward to seeing you then."

"Can I ask Mark? Will I just need to bring some casual clothes, my robe and slippers perhaps, for the weekend?" I said.

"Oh no, not at all, you wont need clothes" he replied, following on with "we supply any garments you may need" before quickly hanging up.

*************

I couldn't wait to tell the girls later that night. It was our regular weekly get together – Myself, Julie, Rebecca & Jane. We were all in our middle thirties and had known each other since childhood. We had agreed many years ago to keep in touch and, without exception, had always met up every Thursday. 

We had started by meeting in our local pub but unfortunately, because we used to get a little rowdy, the landlord had asked us to leave a couple of times. So now, we'd each take it in turns to host our little 'meeting' at our own houses. This way, if we ended up drinking too much, we could crash out and sleep over. Our conversations always seemed to disintegrate as the night went on, and we always ended up talking about our favourite subject – Sex! Tonight would probably be no exception however, I was glad it was my turn to be host. My partner Paul was out with some friends for the early part of the evening and, after telling my news to the girls and listening to their theories about what I would get up to, I would enjoy sharing it with him later.

Just to complete the picture, let me tell you a little about our little quartet:

Me (Anna): Definitely the 'leader' of the group! Usually the one making all the decisions, issuing the 'dares' and being referee for all of our arguments. I'm 5'4", long haired brunette with a full figure that could be classed as the lesser side of plump. (40DD). Argumentative, Opinionated and Always Right! lol

Julie: The quiet one (ish). The thinker / planner! She's not shy and will always join in with the group but doesn't like being singled out. She's attractive but not what you would call sexy. She's 5'11", very slim with long legs and a small bust (34B). short blond hair.

Rebecca: The mouthy one! Will try anything (and I mean anything) once. Is a bit of sex maniac and is always happy to share her exploits with us. She has an ideal figure 36D / 26 / 38 which is probably why she's so outrageous and is also a bit of an exhibitionist. (To give you an example: She turned up last week at Julie's house, in a huge overcoat – wearing absolutely nothing underneath and sat chatting with us all night naked! Her philosophy in life is to act first and think about it afterwards.

Finally Jane: Typical dizzy blonde but with a heart of gold. She will do anything for anyone. Always has a smile on her face (usually a wicked grin) and is the joker of the group. She makes it her aim in life that if we are getting a little boring, she will do or arrange something to liven us up. She also has an hour glass figure but much more in proportion than mine (and a lot of less of it). What separates her from us is her magnificent washboard stomach. She exercises every day and visits the gym at least 4 times a week. (Probably because her current partner is extremely athletic???)

We are all in long term relationships but none of us are married and no children. Because we are so close, almost like sisters, we have all, at some time in the past seen each other naked. The others feel quite comfortable with their bodies however, I am less so. I am conscious of the fact that my breasts are extra large, my hips are wide and both my belly and bottom are, lets say, a little larger than I would like. I suppose I could be classed as voluptuous. And in these modern times, society seems to favour the slim body and perky boobs!

Many times in the past, we have ended up spending Thursday nights completely naked. The others know I don't mind them looking at me and in fact; I secretly like them to look. Don't get me wrong, we are all hot blooded heterosexuals and all have a healthy respect for our men but at the same time, there's nothing better than looking at the female form and comparing others to yours.

I love the way Julie's breasts (or tits as I like to think of them as) seem to point upwards. Her blood red nipples like little bullets – always hard! It's hard not to look at the expanse of curly hair between her legs with longing. Rebecca has a body to die for! Her latin background gives her golden skin all year round. She likes to try new things and has pierced both her nipples and labia in the past. I remember that particular Thursday night with fondness. It was the first time I had seen a shaved pussy too.

Generally if things get a little out of hand I'm the one holding the cushion in front of herself or clambering to get a robe.

Well, true to form, we had a wild night. They wanted to know everything Mark said, whether he implied anything kinky and even whether I planned any antics myself? 

"Don't be daft" I said, "It's a genuine competition and I plan to just chill and enjoy being pampered." I missed the sideways glances at each other and the mischievous grins being bandied about. However, by the time they all left I had worked myself into thinking all sorts of things. We'd chatted about the possible treatments I would have and they were very curious, as was I, about the new machines Mark had mentioned. 

I was a little cautious though. I have no problem with private treatments carried out by women but they had put the idea in my head that possibly, there may be men involved. I'm not sure if I could handle that. Little did I know what was coming?

All the earlier talk had left me feeling really horny. Rebecca had chosen tonight to tell us about her latest idea. She'd decided that, before she got any older and her body moved 'south' she wanted to be photographed professionally. She'd heard of an agency that specialised in nude photography with a twist. All the photographers were women and, as well as the normal 'posing' they also took intimate pictures. She took great delight in sharing with us the fact that having a woman 2 inches away from her pussy set her juices flowing. She was also quite excited when they told her they only produced digital pictures. Her partner, Jez was very much into internet porn and loved sharing his personal pictures of her with like minded men. She got a kick out of knowing other people were viewing her body. Sometimes, she even joined him on the web cam?

Paul, my partner, had returned before they left and moved straight up to our bedroom to avoid getting caught and teased by the others. Although an excellent lover, he was a very private person and was embarrassed by the ribald comments he heard from the girls. I could hear him moving around upstairs and decided to surprise him.

I knew that he waited until the coast was clear to come downstairs to fix himself some supper and so expected him to come down any minute. I quickly stripped off, leaving a trail of clothes from the lounge in to the kitchen. Opening the fridge I stood in front as the cold air breezed across my nipples making them even more erect and hard. My hand automatically moved to my bare pussy which was more sensitive since shaving all my pubic hair the day before.

"Mmmmm now what do have here?" I asked myself, reaching into the fridge and selecting a tub of yoghurt. I'd decided that he would have his supper tonight on me – literally!

I then proceeded to cover my breasts with the cool creamy paste. As my fingers touched my nipples they jumped. Once I had covered the deep brown aureoles and hard erect nipples I looked again to see what else was in there I could use.

"Aaahh!" I thought, reaching in to remove the punnet of Strawberries. "I'll just keep this to one side for a moment, before settling on my final object .... A wide but narrow necked bottle of Chablis!"

Taking them over to the table I heard his steps moving along the hallway at the top of the stairs. As we entertained a lot we had bought ourselves a larger than normal pine kitchen table which, in this case, suited my purpose. 

Moving the basket of fruit usually standing in the centre of the table, to one end, I hitched my rather large bottom over the edge and lay back so that my legs were dangling and my pussy pushed forward. Opening my legs I set the strawberry basket in between them, hoping the placement of the basket would not be lost on him.

I then started to pour the wine all over my tummy, aiming it to run over my thighs and down in between my legs, lubricating my pussy.

As he entered the kitchen he whispered "Oh my God Anna, what on earth has been going on tonight to make you this horny? No! Don't tell me, let me just enjoy the result please" he continued, leaning over my breasts and slowly licking the yoghurt from around my nipples. 

I laughed as he looked up; his face covered in cream, and for the first time noticed his taut tanned body – naked from his waist upwards. 

""I think we need something to go with cream eh Anna?" he said as his eyes moved down my body towards the basket of strawberries. "Now what shall I do with them eh?"

Picking up the fruit by the stalk he covered it with the creamy white yoghurt and widened my legs a little more. He then used one hand to open my pussy lips and inserted the strawberry deep inside me, followed by another and another. Until he could get no more inside me.

"I'm a little hungry now Anna" he said, leaning over me and placing his mouth over my full pussy. Using his teeth he started to remove each strawberry one at a time. I could feel his lips against mine and started to tremble with desire. I could feel his tongue probing.....occasionally flicking against my clit. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this! 

As he continued to eat me I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Wanting to share this with him, I reached down and released the towel from around his waist, exposing his huge erection. I twisted around a little, widening my legs even more and with one hand, pushed his face deeper down into my wet pussy. With the other hand I was able to take hold of his cock and slowly slide my fingers up and down. We were now both laid across the wooden table – our faces facing each other's sex.

Within minutes we had both reached our climax....my juices all over his face whilst his creamy cum covered mine.

Later on, when we had both showered and were snuggled up in bed he said "You certainly never cease to amaze me Anna. Thank you! I'll have to think of ways to surprise you eh?" he laughed, as his hand trailed across my large breasts circling my stubbornly hard nipples.

It was the morning of the 15th and I was getting myself into a right state. I'd been up since 6am and was anxiously watching the clock when suddenly the limousine pulled up outside the house. A uniformed young man stepped out and held the door open for me to enter. He took my small holdall carrying my toiletries and helped me inside.

I'd never been inside a limousine before and was amazed with the sheer luxury.

"Good morning Madam" said the chauffeur. "My name is Glenn and I have the pleasure of escorting you to and from the Salon this weekend. If you have any special requests whilst we are travelling please let me know and I will arrange that for you".

'What a pleasant man' I thought. "Not bad looking either". What was I thinking of? I had the most incredible man waiting for me at home.

He continued "Each and every visitor to the Salon is treated and welcomed as an individual therefore you will have total privacy until after you check in. Mark has suggested that, as you may feel a little tense, you drink the small relaxant he has prepared for you to take before you arrive this morning.

Mark has also suggested that, to save some time and ensure you are not delayed when you arrive, you change into your robe in the limousine. You will have total privacy due to the blackout screen between yourself and the driver's compartment, so do not be concerned. You will need to strip completely and put on the silk robe before we arrive.

As we travelled along, I sensed the logic in what he had said but, ultimately, I felt a little hesitant about being naked in semi public. However, I started to strip as asked and when I had completely stripped off, didn't immediately cover my naked body for a few minutes.

I loved the fact that the air conditioning seemed to be working in overdrive as the air was freezing. I knew my nipples had reacted and grown in the cold and looked at myself stretched along the leather seat. The fact that Glenn was only a few feet away but was unable to see me made me feel really horny. (If I knew that he was actually looking at me through two way glass I would be mortified).

"We're here Madam" said Glenn though an intercom.

As the door opened I heard a voice say "Welcome to The Salon Anna. I'm Mark and am pleased to meet you at last."

Stepping out to meet Mark I was surprised to notice that he was not as I had imagined him to be. He was a small heavy set man with a full head of dark curly hair, a small moustache and a short goatee beard. He was also wearing a short black silk robe?

Noticing my look he continued "Oh Anna you will get used to seeing not only myself but everyone else dressed like this. We do not want you to feel self conscious about your lack of clothing so we like to blend in and dress alike. I'll check you in myself, now that we've met, but firstly, I'll show you to your own treatment room. Most of your treatments will be held there however, some will not" he said with a grin. "Also, you will have your own member of staff to carry out all of your treatments but will have the opportunity to select another should you wish to do so. Your assistant is Chris, whom you will meet in a few moments."

"As well as the usual facial, manicure, pedicure and body treatments you will also be expected to join in some group activities but I'm sure you will enjoy them a lot."

I really should have questioned this but I was, in fact, feeling very relaxed about it. What I also found hard to understand was the fact that I seemed a little 'worked up'. I knew I was almost naked and thoughts were running round my head about what Mark looked like underneath his own robe. There were no tell tale signs that showed through the silk but I sensed he was naked himself under the silk robe.

On reaching the door of my suite Mark said "Let me just take your robe."

I stuttered "But I am not wearing anything underneath it Mark!"

"Yes, precisely Anna" he said quietly. "This weekend you will not be wearing any clothes at all! You will spend the weekend fully naked at all times, as will everyone else staying here."

For some reason I couldn't reply. I wanted to say 'Not on your life, I will not let you all see my large naked body, my full breasts and my hairless pussy' however, I illogically thought 'Yes, look at me! Look and touch!'

So I proceeded to slip the silk along my body and pass it to Mark. Momentarily, I looked up at his eyes and saw the lust in them. He was just about to reach over and touch me when the door opened and standing there was a tall, dark man. 

"Hello Anna. I'm Chris. I'll be your assistant this weekend so should you want anything I haven't given you then please let me know and it will be done."

He was also naked!

Over the next few hours I experienced his 'hands on' treatment and felt I had gone to heaven. His trained hands moved around my toes, gently separating them and, although I was supposed to be having a pedicure he seemed not to just work on my feet and ankles, he continued his touch further and further up until finally, he rested his warm oily hands on my most private parts. He continued to work the sensuous oil along my pussy lips and even underneath to reach to my bottom. He alternated between my pussy lips and my little brown puckered hole, teasing each until I felt my hole expand with expectation.

When he moved to work on my hands, he treated each finger as if it were a mini cock.... Making a small 'O' with his oily forefinger and thumb and sliding it up and down each digit. Again, he didn't stop at my wrists but continued up past my elbows, across my shoulders and down across my heaving breasts. He circled his warm hands around their heaviness, cupping them, taking their weight in his hands and finally leaning down to suckle my hard nipples between his lips.

I was now totally relaxed, lying back on the treatment table and waiting for his next 'treatment'. I watched as he prepared more creams to be applied to my face. He lifted my head to place a wide band over my forehead, framing my face in order to prepare for my facial. However, before taking his seat behind my head he surprisingly, placed 2 small white towels over me – One across my breasts and one across my hips.

As he continued to work the creams over my forehead, across my cheeks and around my lips he again, went further than I would have thought for a facial. His hands worked in unison down my neck and across my collar bone until his fingers hit the edge of the first towel. His fingers slowed a little and slowly slipped underneath the material. Further and further down, he lightly touched and teased, not only across the front of my breasts but down the sides too. His fingers moved to underneath and lightly ticked there. 




The Prize



I always thought that I would feel the most sexually aware when I was naked and exposed but this seemed more erotic somehow. I could feel his hands work their magic under the material. Not at any stage did he touch my hard long nipples...I ached for him to do so!

I was concentrating so hard on his touch that it wasn't until a few minutes later that I realised I could also feel fingers lightly sliding up between my thighs and under the second towel. Again they seemed to float over my rounded tummy, circling my belly button and, using each of their thumbs at the same time, seemingly stretching my pussy lips away from each other.

I had never, ever experienced such tenderness and eroticism at the same time. I wondered what Chris's colleague looked like. I pictured him to be soft and slender, almost womanlike – possibly gay? But as I looked down I was amazed to see – a woman? She smiled and continued her actions until I knew she had found what she was searching for – my love button.

I had never, ever experienced such tenderness and eroticism at the same time. I wondered what Chris's colleague looked like. I pictured him to be soft and slender, almost womanlike – possibly gay? But as I looked down I was amazed to see – a woman? She smiled and continued her actions until I knew she had found what she was searching for – my love button.

They continued to rub and stroke, tickle and tease until suddenly I knew this was the moment I had been waiting for. I felt a movement deep within me, rising and rising until I knew for certain it was going to happen. The first small drop of moisture dripped out between my legs followed by the ultimate storm. I didn't need to watch as I knew my juice was now pouring from me and probably covering her face. By this time Chris had found my nipples and was squeezing them until I should have felt pain. I only knew that his actions were contributing to my unusual orgasm. I didn't often 'spray'....It was only when I had experienced long slow sweet lovemaking!

After completing their 'task' I was asked to move over to a tiled area to the side of the room. Although it looked like a shower area, I was surprised to see that there was no surrounding glass. I was told to stand underneath the large wide shower head, facing the wall. Chris then proceeded to cover his hands with a rich cream and gently and slowly bathe me. I was in heaven!

As he turned me round, again I had another surprise waiting. We were not alone! Forming a semi circle around me were at least 3 men and 2 women – all naked and the men were obviously extremely turned on. Their erections were very visible but were also becoming bigger and bigger as each one of them were masturbating each other.

I didn't understand why I was feeling so in control. I was the shy one about her body. I was the one who wouldn't bare all in front of her friends easily and certainly not in public.

Although they were obviously about to cum, not one of them came any nearer to me. They seemed content to watch Chris attend to me, watch as he smoothed the fragrant cream across my body and between my legs. I watched as each one of them in turn experienced their orgasm and watched their cream cover each other. Then they left! Both women seemed to wait for the men to leave before they moved. They had been kissing each other quite passionately and seemed reluctant to stop.

Once Chris had bathed and dried me he took me by the hand and led me from the room. I was now a little nervous. Although I had gained confidence with the morning; administrations, I was not used to exposing myself in public and I knew this would be a test for me.

We walked along the corridor towards the restaurant. On entering, the first thing I noticed was, although there were only around a dozen people there, they were all naked. I always imagined that people who like to expose – exhibitionists – would all have fantastic figures and the men sporting huge cocks. This was not the case. 

As I was sat a table by the window, I noticed my fellow diner (an older lady) was not at all perfectly formed. In fact, to describe her, she was probably only around 7 stone (100 pounds) had very flat tits and a lot of excess skin hanging in folds around her waist. She had obviously lost a lot of weight recently which had resulted in loose skin and a flat chest. 

"You have gorgeous tits" she said to me longingly. "I had full tits once, but decided they were too big, so I went on a diet and now look at me? Would you mind if I touched you please?" she asked.

I felt a little awkward but nodded. She reached over and gently started to stroke me. She didn't reach straight for my nipples as I thought she would but took both my breasts as if weighing them, reminding me of ripe melons.

"Would you mind if I tasted them please" she asked after a while.

Again I couldn't believe it but I nodded my consent. She had a lovely touch and this new feeling of being touched by a woman really appealed to me. As I said, I had never thought of being with a woman but I decided there and then, I would continue this train of thought when I got home.

As she stood to move round the table I noticed her pubic hair. It was very patchy and had large areas of grey curls. She unconsciously moved her hand to stroke herself.

Her movement from the side of the table seemed to interest others because as she stood up, so did a couple of men at the next table. I jolted!

Seeing my look she continued "Don't worry about them love. They are what we call voyeurs. They love to watch people, both men and women or both, making love or just having hard sex."

She stood beside me and dropped to her knees, pulling my one knee away from the other until she was staring directly at my swollen pussy lips.

"You smell lovely" she said. "Do you taste the same too I wonder?" she asked, moving her head closer to my full breasts. Her attention to my body had started to set my pulses racing again. I couldn't possibly start anything here, in front of everyone could I?

She was certainly not shy as she proceeded to suck and lick me fiercely. She seemed to have taken on a new personality as she turned me towards the men so they could watch more clearly. In fact they stood and came nearer to me. Each one of them taking one of my arms and holding it out wide so that she had full access to not only my tits but the rest of my body too. My orgasm rose much quicker than last time. I needed to feel a cock inside me and looked over towards another man approaching. It was Mark!

Thinking that he would take over, sensing my need, I openly spread my legs wide open, inviting him to take me. But he didn't! Before he could move any further the woman had thrust not one or two, but three fingers directly into my pussy and was pulling them in and out hard and fast until, seeing her hands covered with my juice stepped back. I was still not satisfied until I watched as Mark slipped something into her hand. She turned and slowly put something up to her mouth. It was a large purple vibrator! 

When it was covered in her saliva she removed it and pushed it straight inside me – again and again until she knew I had nothing left to give.

Wearing just a smile she returned to her seat and began to eat the food she had been brought. Everyone just followed and faded back to their seats.

I was amazed with what had just happened. 'Had I been dreaming' I thought, looking out of the window. 

To be continued...



The Prize



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The stones arched through the air and bounced onto the table. They jumbled and rolled for several inches then came to a stop at the other end of the table. Though the room was packed, no one breathed. Suddenly, one whole side of the room burst into cheering and yelling. The room was obviously divided down the center, the line bisecting the length of the table. One side of the room was cheering and patting each other on the back. All except one. This man was standing, eyes locked on the man directly across from him. The other man's eyes never left the stones. The winner cautiously reached out and collected the scraps of paper that were IOUs representing everything the other man owned. He handed the papers to the man on his right and reached back to the table and picked up a key that, save the stones, was the only thing left on the table. He held up the key and turned it in front of his eyes.

His eyes locked on the loser across from him. "Where?" His voice boomed and the noise in the room dropped a few decibels. The other man answered without taking his eyes from the stones. "Door... around back... then down the stairs."

"Standar," he says to his right hand man. "Take those notes and first, take care of the widows and families, then distribute them to the men. I'll come find you in the morning."

"Yes, Brill. It will be my pleasure." And Standar turns to converse with a couple men.

Brill takes one last look at the stones, says a silent prayer of thanks to the gods, and begins to move towards the door. The going is slow as it seems all the men wanted to touch him and offer their congratulations. He finally makes it to the door and turns to walk around the big meeting hall. The few of his men still outside he directs to the Gathering now in full swing inside the hall.

He finds the door and unlocks it with the key. The hinges are old and he strains at the door before it finally moves. Grabbing a torch from beside the door, he enters and walks down the steps. The steps wind down in a gentle spiral for a couple hundred feet, then suddenly he is looking into a large room. It is not quite a dungeon, but it wouldn't take much to convert it.

A jingle of chains draws his attention to the darkened corner to his right. Brill walks over and places the torch in a holder. There, chained to the wall by ankles and wrists, is the woman he just won from Rolpe. He looks her up and down, from head to foot and back again. He sees past the dirt that covers her and the dress that hangs from her in tatters. He looks into her eyes and sees the beauty that lies deep within. A beauty that he now sees was worth the week-long bloody fights and the final winner-take-all game tonight. At stake were all his possessions for all Rolpe's possessions and his life for hers... sight unseen.

His hand reaches towards her face. Her eyes close and her body stiffens in expectation of the blow. The blow that they all use to show her who is in control, who has the authority. But it has never shown her that. She has instead shown them. She killed, in their sleep, three of her last five owners. And in such a way that she would never be suspect. What does that say about who is in control? But the blow never comes. Instead she feels a gentle touch to her face. Her eyes open as the back of the stranger's fingers slide down her cheek.

He pulls his fingers back from her soft skin and looks around the room. He sees the water bucket and retrieves it. He grasps what's left of the neckline of her dress and rips it to the hem. After tearing a strip from the dress he casts it to the floor. He pauses to admire her body: the roundness of her breasts, and the gentle curve of her hips. He picks up a ladle full of water and pours it over her shoulders. The chill water is a shock to her body as he sees her shiver, but he also sees her nipples grow and harden almost immediately. Now there are tracks of milky white skin where the water washed the dirt off on its way to her feet.

He dips the scrap of cloth into the bucket and steps close to her again. "I thought I might clean you up a bit before I take you outside."

"Let me go. Please," she asks.

"No. You are my prize. I won you, fair and square, and now I will, uh... clean you up and make you a bit more presentable. In my own way, and with your hands and feet secured. For now."

As he wipes the cloth around her face, it seems more as if he is wiping beauty on rather than cleaning dirt off. He cleans her arms and neck the same way. But at her breasts he pauses and squeezes the cloth over her nipples. As the cool water splashes off her breasts, the nipples grow more. He sees the woman close her eyes and bite her lip, her arms straining a little at her shackles. He wiped her chest and stomach clean and left the cloth in the bucket.

His hands covered her breasts and his lips kissed her neck. He felt the hardness of her nipples against his palms as his lips and tongue caressed the soft skin of her neck. She was beautiful and he could resist the urge to touch her no longer. She struggled briefly before resigning herself to his touch.

He touched her. She knew he would. They all did eventually. But he was different. She did not feel repulsed by his touch. It was strong, yet gentle. Forceful, yet yielding. With the heat of his mouth on her neck and tenderness of his hands on her breasts she wanted to reach out and touch him too, if only to just stroke his hair. But she could not. She was still chained to the wall. This would be a far worse torture than she had first imagined: being touched in this fashion without being able to respond in kind. But, strangely, the thought excited her.

He started kissing her breasts. His lips lightly brushing the skin as his tongue flicked out to tease her nipples. His hands slid down and around her waist to massage her firm buttocks. Her breasts were warm and supple in his mouth. He tugged on her nipples with his lips and licked at the sensitive underside of her breasts. He could feel her arch her back as if to offer her breasts to him.

He stops and turns to the bucket, and he hears a sigh laced in disappointment. He picks up the cloth and reaches behind her to wash her back. The cool water on her back raises chill bumps all over her chest and Brill pecks her nipples one at a time. He slowly caresses her butt with the cloth. Teasing the skin and cleaning off the dirt at the same time. He dips the rag in the bucket again and raises it back to her butt. The cool rag slides down between her butt cheeks. The sensation drives her up onto her toes and a gasp escapes her lips as she longs to touch this man who touches her this way. Brill slid the rag up and down between her cheeks until she started to press herself back against his hand.

He dipped the rag in the bucket again and knelt in front of her. He smiled a knowing smile as he caught a whiff of her musky scent. Looking up to her face, he saw her breasts moving with her rapid breathing. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed as she awaited his next touch. He started washing her thighs. And as his hand slid the cloth between them he felt the heat of her arousal. He continued to wash her legs and feet. Occasionally, on purpose, he would brush his hand against the small hairs at the apex of her thighs just to hear her sigh.

He finishes and tosses the cloth into the bucket and stands. He his face a mere inch away from hers. He is close enough that her nipples brush the front of his shirt as she breathes. "You are clean once more," Brill says in a whisper.

"Thank you, sir," she replies. "Will you let me loose, then?"

"I said you're clean. But I'm not quite done with you." And Brill's fingers touch her hips.

"Please, sir, let me go" And Brill's fingers begin sliding up her waist. "Please," she whispers as his fingers move higher. "Please." Her voice is low and husky as Brill's fingertips now caress her breasts. Lightly touching. Moving around quickly to tease and tickle. "Oh! Please!" Her voice was a soft sigh as Brill's fingers slid down her stomach to tease her abdomen. Brill took a deep breath and blew softly against her skin as he knelt before her once again. The rest of his breath blowing onto her pussy.

He ran his hands from her ankles slowly up her thighs. She moaned loudly as his thumbs rubbed her lips and massaged her vulva. She thrust her hips forward and he inhaled deeply, holding her womanly scent in his lungs till they almost burst. His thumbs moved in circles on her lips. Her hips began to slowly move in rhythm with his thumbs. His face got closer and closer until he stuck out his tongue and tasted her wetness.

"Oooohh!" She thrust herself at his face as her hands pulled against the chains

His tongue snaked down between her lips. She spread her legs as wide as her bonds would allow when his tongue found her opening. Brill opened his mouth wide to take in the whole of her pussy as his tongue entered her. Again and again he parted her lips with his tongue. He enjoyed the taste of her and swallowed every drop of juice caught between his lips. He wrapped his tongue around her clit and heard her moan again. Around and around her clit, Brill circles his tongue. Flicking it. Teasing it. Massaging it. Loving her pussy with his tongue. Faster then slower. Harder then softer. Working her into a passionate frenzy. 

But the woman could not take this forever. She could not touch him. The only contact with him was where he chose. It drove her completely wild. And now she could do something for this man. There was one thing he wanted that she could give him. And she was ready. She came. She came in his mouth. She squealed as the wave of passion lifted her up and moaned as it brought her back down again. Brill had had grabbed her butt cheeks as her orgasm begun and held tight against his mouth, not wanting to miss a drop of her precious nectar. 

They were both satisfied. The woman hung limp in her shackles. Worn out from the passion. He kissed her and let the back of his fingers slide down her cheek and turned to retrieve his torch. 

"I'll send someone down with clothes and instructions." And Brill walked up the stairs.



The Prize



I finished early Friday. I had figured on the job taking a week and a half, but good weather, good fortune and an exceptionally co-operative client meant I finished on Friday, four days early. I made the obligatory call to the airport, but they could not get me a flight out until Monday morning.

It looked like another long weekend alone in a hotel.

That happens a lot in my work. You make predictions on how long it will take to do a project, but the truth is, it's something of a crap shoot. If everything goes right, like this time, then you finish early. A few things go wrong and you're still on site days longer than you had planned. I'm used to it, but still....

Nothing to be done about it however. I was here and would be here until Monday. I grabbed my camera and headed down to the beach. I had been looking at the gulf sunsets all week long from the deck of an oil rig. It would be nice to catch it the way beautiful sunsets should be caught, from a sandy beach.

Photography is something of a passion for me. I discovered it later in life, when I was nearly fifty. I was on a job site in Montreal and the client suddenly decided he needed some high quality images to document the project. I ran out that night and bought a good digital camera and the next morning was at the plant, snapping away. I also caught a couple shots of the foreman's secretary, a lovely oriental girl with sparkling eyes and perfect features. The client was thrilled with his shots of his factory. I was thrilled with the headshot of that girl, smiling at me, the contrast between her in her figure hugging dress and the factory making the picture something special.

I was hooked.

I went home that weekend and talked my girlfriend into letting me take a series of pictures of her in a corset she had just bought from Fredericks. They turned out so good that I sent a few of the best ones to Fredericks and they hired her as a model. Yes, that's her you see in each issue of their catalog overflowing a different corset each issue. Good for her but bad for me – she stayed out in LA to model.

No matter though. Girlfriends come and go. I had found an enduring love – creating beautiful images. You've likely seen some of my pictures. They are on brochures, book covers, magazines. It's not all glamour – in fact most of my work is still on the technical side. But I do enjoy the glamour shoots. Hell, I enjoy anything beautiful, like sunsets on a long sandy beach.

It was still light when I got to the beach, It would be an hour or so before the light would begin to fall. I scanned the beach looking for people that would make an interesting picture.

There was a girl, maybe 3 years old, playing with a beachball as big as she was. Click. Click. And there was an elderly couple, dressed up like they were going to church. Only he had his pants leg rolled up and the both had their shoes in their hands, walking at the water's edge, the waves lapping at their ankles, the picture of enduring love as the held hands and talked. Click. Click. And then, there was the blond.

She was perfect.

I don't say that lightly. I shoot a lot of women, remember and I know the truth – that no twenty something girl can be perfect, no matter how much lighting, makeup and airbrushing you give her. A young girl simply hasn't got the character to be perfect, hasn't had the experience. A girl can be beautiful, but she just hasn't lived enough to be interesting. It takes an extra decade or two to make a woman interesting.

And too many women, in that decade or two that they are becoming interesting, let some of their beauty go. It's there, but often neglected in favor or kids or careers or a life that is too busy to pay attention to her core beauty.

But this woman was perfect. Was she thirty? Forty? Older? It didn't matter. She was wearing a short white dress as she walked up the boardwalk. It was the kind of dress that hugged each perfect curve and gave the imagination plenty to work with, highlighting her hips as she moved, her breasts, her strong, shapely legs that ended in a set of white heels. Heads weren't just turning as she walked by, everything stopped as she walked by. She was that perfect. I almost forgot to zoom in and take her picture.

I watched her walk confident and smiling down the boardwalk until she was out of sight. I smiled. That short moment of watching her had made the weekend better somehow. I suddenly didn't need a picture of the sunset. I had lots of pictures of sunsets. I left the beach and walked idly in the same direction she had gone.

I probably walked for half an hour, until I found a bar that I liked the looks of. Traveling as much as I do, I don't really like the big glitzy generic restaurants that seem to plague every town. I tend towards little out of the way places.

This one fit the bill. It was called "Bob's Bar" and looked like it had been there for a hundred years. There was hardly any paint left on it's clapboard siding. The cars parked outside all had local tags. It looked like the kind of place I would enjoy. I went in.

It was a typical Texas Roadhouse, not the kind of touristy mock seafood place you'd expect on the waterfront. A crusty old man about 70 sat at the bar, tattoos on both arms and a pack of camels in his shirt pocket. I would have bet that was Bob and that he and his bar had been here long before the real estate boom.

I found a table and the waitress followed me there. "We got steaks and beer." She said.

"Then I'll have a steak and a beer. Can't go wrong with that." She smiled and never asked me what kind of steak or what kind of beer. I wasn't worried. It would be fine. I looked around the room. And I saw her.

The perfect blond in white. She was sitting at a poker table in the corner, only she wasn't sitting in a chair. She was sitting on some lucky guy's lap. He must have been one hell of a poker player, because somehow he seemed to be keeping his concentration with her there. It was the only lively table in the whole place, which conveniently gave me an excuse to look over there.

It looked like the blond was bringing the guy luck, because most of the money was on his side of the table. Every time he'd win another hand she'd clap and reach around and plant a kiss on him that was something to behold. Not just some cute little wifey kiss but a long deep hot kiss that looked like something out of the movies. I was getting hard just watching them.

My steak and beer arrived at the same time and for a while, I tried to concentrate on dinner but I couldn't help it. My eyes kept straying back to the corner table and that wonderful bundle of curves. I was just about finishing when she got up. "Gotta go sweetie." She said to the lucky man whose lap had been holding her all night. "See you later?" He nodded as he shuffled the cards. "About midnight." He said.

"I'll be waiting." She said, and laid another one of those incredible kisses on the man, and turned, and walked towards me.

OK, she was actually walking to the door, but she had to go past me to get there and so for a brief moment it looked like she was walking my way. As she slipped by the other side of my table, I could not help notice that she was as perfect up close as she was from a distance. I caught the faint hint of perfume. I shook my head at the luck of other men. That was one gorgeous lady. She flashed me a smile as she went by, and that alone was enough to keep my imagination running the rest of the night.

As I watched her go out the door, a couple of the other players from the table were leaving too. I heard a voice come from the corner. "Hey tourist! You play cards, or do you just watch other men's wives?"

I turned to face him. He was smiling and so was I. "If my wife looked like that, I'd still be married." I said. We all laughed. Five minutes later, I was in the game.

Did I mention that I grew up playing poker? I did. My mom was something of a card shark and she taught all three of us to play most every game under the sun. About the only two people I don't beat regularly are my two sisters, who not only have a perfect memory, but can drink any man on the planet under the table. Short of those two, I don't lose much.

And I didn't lose that night. Slowly but surely, the pile of money shifted from his side to mine. He didn't seem too put out over losing what looked to me to be a few thousand dollars. Must be pretty well off.

At five till midnight, I had nearly every cent he had. I know that to be a fact because I had bought the last two rounds of beers. He and I were the only two left at the table. "One more hand." He said. "then it's off to the wife." The broad grin on his face told me what a pleasure he was anticipating. He dealt the cards. He scrounged in his pocket, found a bill, and threw in a rumpled twenty for the ante. I matched him.

"How many" he asked. I looked at my hand. Two threes and nothing else.

"Three." I said.

He didn't draw any.

Now I could have ended it quick and painless there. Thrown in a few bucks, and let him take me, and walked out with a little extra cash for the weekend. But my momma always told me not to take advantage of people who don't play as good as I do. So I always try to figure a way to loose and give the money back when I can. Since he evidently had a good hand, this should be easy. We began to bet back and forth.

After a couple of rounds of bets, he seemed to suddenly realize he didn't have any money on him. I waved him off nonchalantly, "You can send it to my hotel room. I'm at the Bentwood hotel, room 200." It didn't matter if he knew where I was staying, I figured, I was going to lose this hand anyway.

We kept betting. Finally he threw up his hands and said.. "Hell tourist! If I go home losing this much, that little blond gal you saw this evening will kill me.'

"Tell you what," I told him. "Keep all your money." I pushed it back to him. "and if I win, you send her over to me tomorrow for maid service.." We both laughed, and put down our cards.

I had my two threes. He had.... Nothing. Not even a pair. He had been bluffing worse than I had.

"Hell." He said. "I should have drawn. Anything coulda beat that."

"I was counting on it." I said. "I was just playing for fun. Keep your money."

He looked around the room. No one was left except he, me, and crusty Bob at the bar. He gave Bob a look. "No one knows." Bob nodded once. That seemed to be good enough. He raked in the money. "Thanks. How long you here for?"

"Just the weekend. My work's done, but I couldn't get a better flight."

"Well thanks again. Have a good weekend."

I walked back to the hotel a tad unsteady, the effect of the beers showing a bit. All in all a pleasant night. The first half spent watching a gorgeous blond with a dazzling smile, and the second half playing cards with a first rate player who lost gracefully. I had certainly spent worse nights.

To the hotel, up one flight to my room. I stripped down, took a short almost unbearably hot shower and then flopped in the bed. Normally I read or watch some TV, but that night, I was out in no time.

I woke up to a knock on the door. "Maid Service!" called out a bright and cheery voice.

I dragged myself up to the door and called out. "I just got up. Can you come back later?"

"I really need to do this now, sir." Called out the voice. "Please. Could I come in?"

I looked through the peekhole and nearly fell over at what I saw. It was her. The blond from the restaurant. I was so surprised that I forgot all I was wearing was a small pair of briefs.

She walked in wearing a light weight raincoat, and high heels. If she was the least bit uncomfortable, she didn't show it. "Hi there tourist. I hear you had a big night last night." She came in and walked over to the balcony door. "Nice view." She said.

I was finally getting my bearings. "It's better from where I am standing."

She looked at me frankly. I am a realist, so I know what she saw, a fifty year old man. No handsome hunk, but in better than average shape, a good smile, and at that particular moment, a rather hard cock. that got even harder as she looked me over. I knew that look, I had used it on a few women in my day.

"You many just be right." she said.

"I told him it was all in fun." I said.

"Oh I know. Bob told me everything. Bob always tells me everything. He had no right putting me on the table. I told him that myself. And I told him it was about to cost him."

I could see the fire in her eyes. "Pissed huh?"

She looked around the room at my cameras. "You must take a lot of pictures." I nodded.

"Good. Set them up around that sofa. Set them on automatic, say every thirty seconds or so. I'll sit on the sofa so you can get the frame right."

I was beginning to see what was coming. And she was in my realm now. I quickly set the three cameras up. "How good do you want to look?" I asked her.

"Better than life." She said.

"That's hard to imagine. But a few lights will help." I opened my second suitcase and set up two small photolights and umbrellas to give soft light to the whole scene. She watched with a small smile on her face. As I finished setting the last light, she said. "Now, get those cameras clicking and sit down."

I set the timers to shoot every 30 seconds and sat on the sofa.

She stood in front of me and slowly unbuttoned her raincoat. Underneath was a French maid's costume. You've seen them at places like Fredericks. You've probably always wondered what it would be like to have a woman wear one for you. Well I am here to tell you that this blond look deliciously poured into hers, and was spilling out. I was so hard I hurt.

She shed the coat slowly. Around me the cameras were clicking. "It's been a while since I had another man's cock." she said, her Texas accent soft and sweet. "I'm going to enjoy this."

She slid to her knees in front of me, and slowly worked down my briefs. She flattered middle aged man like me when she said "Oh that is nice. Very nice." Those were the last words she said for a while as she leaned forward and began to kiss my cock. And lick it. And kiss it some more. So slow and teasing, often looking up with a sparkling smile on her face to see my reaction. Was she showing off for me, or the camera? I didn't care. The pleasure of seeing her and her soft sensual approach made me feel like she loved my cock beyond all others. When she finally slid the cockhead between her lips and into her mouth, the sheer pleasure of it almost made me pass out with pleasure.

How long did she go on? A long time, I can only say that. But finally she decided it was time to send me over and she sped up. Her tongue swirled as she bobbed over my shaft. Her fingers tenderly teased my balls and caressed my belly. I got closer, and close and just as I was about to explode, she pulled back and my cum shot across my chest and shoulders, a few drops hitting my face.

She kissed each drop of cum off of me, her hands touching and rubbing me the whole time, and she ended in one of those incredible, deep kisses I had witnessed the night before.

"Umm, you're still hard." She said when she finally pulled back from the kiss. How could I not be, with her hands softly caressing me the way they were. "Good." She said.

She got up and pulled the maid's outfit over her head. Naked she was as perfect as she looked dressed. If it was possible, I felt myself grow harder still at the sight of her naked. She pushed me back on the sofa and straddled my hips, and slid me in her. "Ummmm," she moaned. "Perfect."

And she rode me as slow and sensually as she had sucked me. God she felt good, all tight and warm and wet, every inch of me in her. My hands reached for her perfect breasts and treated her to the same tender caressing she had lavished me with. Her rhythm sped up and I could feel my own tension grow. Just seeing how she savored each matching thrust, as she rode me harder and faster. I came first, but it was close and we were gasping and grasping each other until she collapse on my chest with a moan.

"Sweetie," she said, her voice dripping honey and passion, "I came here to get even, but this turned out to be a real treat."

"I'm glad. I'm stunned, but it was wonderful." I said.

"But now I have to go."

I made up a CD of the pictures while she got dressed. She kissed me as she got to the door. Another one of those kisses. "After he sees these." She said. "You'd best not come back to Dodge."

"I understand," I said. "But what a shame."

She gave me one last kiss. "Isn't it though?" And she left. 



The Prize



I held my breath and closed one eye as I slowly drew my arm back, feeling the smooth wood gliding easily over my hand. Keeping my vision intently locked, the pool cue shot forward, striking the white ball sending it rolling across the table. 

"Come on!" I muttered to myself as the cue ball just nicked the 8-ball sending it rolling towards the corner pocket. 

The room went silent as the black ball butted against both sides of the pocket before coming to rest precariously on the edge of the green felt. 

"Damn," I stated plainly, letting the pool cue slide through my hands, bouncing off the hardwood floor. 

"Oooh, tough break buddy!" Will said with a laugh before taking a long swig from his beer. 

"Oh yeah, laugh it up!" I responded, taking a seat on one the tall wooden stools lining the wall of the room. "Your the one with two balls still on the table." 

"Ha! Not for long." he said in a cocky tone as he eyed up his next shot. 

As Will inspected the placement of the balls on the pool table, I looked over at my girlfriend April, who was sitting quietly on one of the stools sipping her beer. I was sure she was bored out of her mind and all I wanted to do was hurry up and finish off Will so I could get my money and take her home. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, placing a concerned hand on her knee. 

April nodded before taking another drink of her beer. 

"I'm sorry this is taking so long," I continued. "We'll be done in a minute and then we can go." 

"It's okay," she assured me, in a soft, shy voice. "I don't mind." 

I smiled and leaned over to give her a quick peck on the lips before turning my attention back to the game. 

"Seven in the side, three in the opposite side, and then a bank off the end with the eight in the corner pocket." 

"Are you kidding me?" I scoffed, laughing at Will's ridiculous call. "That's impossible!" 

"Oh it's possible", he said confidently, finishing off his beer. 

"Whatever man," I countered, waving my hand in dismissal. "Go for it." 

"In fact.." he continued. "I'm even willing to throw down another hundred on it." 

"I think you've had one too many," I said, shaking my head and motioning to the side where a fair number of empty beer bottles had collected. 

"What's the matter? Will asked, poking me with the butt end of his cue. "Scared?" 

"I just don't want you to lose any more money than you already have. And besides...All the money I brought is already sitting on the table." 

I motioned to the large stack of bills sitting on the edge of the pool table. 

Will looked at the money, biting his lip in contemplation. 

"I'll tell you what," he said after a moment of thought. "I'll put in another hundred and you can throw something else into the pot." 

"Like what?" I asked skeptically.

Will didn't say a word, but instead glanced over to the side of the room where April was sitting. It took me a moment to realize what he was insinuating, but I was shocked at his unspoken request.

"No fucking way!" I blurted out. "I am not wagering my girlfriend on a game of pool!" 

"Why not?" Will said raising his arms into the air. "You said I have no chance of winning anyways!" 

I glanced over at April, who appeared to be just as shocked as I was. 

"Come on!" Will pressed, turning his attention to my girlfriend. "You don't mind do you sweetheart? Damon can take you out for a nice fancy dinner with all the money he'll win." 

"Umm, I don't think so," she replied, continuing to sip nervously on her beer. 

I then watched as Will took out a hundred dollar bill and laid it down on the table. I eyed the stack of bills and began to ponder the implications if such a bet was to be made. 

"Are you guys sure?" He asked. "Last chance." 

I turned to my girlfriend. 

"You know," I began. "The chances of him winning are pretty slim." 

April's eyes widened with amazement.

"You want to do it?" she spat. "You want to bet me?" 

"There's no danger of losing," I reasoned. "We're already going to win two hundred and fifty bucks. We might as well collect another hundred."

"And what if you lose!?" 

"I won't lose! I promise!" 

I was surprised at myself. I never thought in a million years I would be trying to convince my girlfriend to let me bet her on a pool game. 

"Fine!" she snapped, crossing her arms in an angry pout. "Just get it over with." 

"So do we have a deal?" Will asked, beaming with optimism.

I looked at April one more time, giving her a reassuring glance before I answered. 

"Yes," I said solemnly. "It's a deal." 

"Good." he exclaimed, sauntering back over to the table to prepare for his final shot. "Although there is one more thing." 

"What?" I asked, getting more than a little annoyed at Will's antics. 

"I want her ass."

"What?" April and I both shouted in unison. 

"You heard me," Will reiterated. "I wont touch her pussy but I want that sweet little ass of hers." 

"But April doesn't even take it in the ass!" 

"That's the point," he said with a smile. "I'll get to be her first." 

"I don't think so man," I stated bluntly. "That's taking it a bit too far." 

I could tell by the horrified expression on April's face that she thought so as well. 

"Oh what's the big deal? he continued. "It's a moot point since the chances of me winning are so small anyways!" 

"Okay fine, whatever!" I finally blurted out, exasperated. "Just do it!" 

"Damon!" April scolded, hissing through angrily clenched teeth. 

"We can bet whatever he wants babe! He wont win!" 

"So it's settled then?" Will asked, hopefully. 

I looked to my girlfriend for a final confirmation. She was sitting arms crossed, eyes narrowed glaring at the two of us. 

"Yes," she said softly, keeping her glare fixed on me. "It's settled." 

Will smiled and leaned over the table to eye up his shot. Suddenly there was so much more at stake and I could feel my heart beat faster. April also appeared to be nervous as she quickly downed the rest of her beer. Will, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm as he began to slide the cue back and forth over his hand. I held my breath as he pulled back one final time before striking the cue ball, sending it rolling across the table. 

The shimmering white ball struck dead center between two balls that were resting together in the middle of the table sending each one rolling to the side. To my surprise they both dropped into the pockets on opposite sides of the table, while the cue ball continued on its way, bouncing off the far end. 

"Come on, come one!" Will muttered as the ball rolled slowly across the smooth green felt. 

"Oh Fuck," I groaned quietly as the ball made its way straight towards the pocket. 

It was then that the world seemed to stop and the room fell deathly quiet as the ball teetered on the edge for a split second...before falling down into the leather pouch. 

I was stunned and dumbfounded, staring at the table and trying to process what had just happened. Will let out a victorious howl and jumped ecstatically into the air. I swallowed hard and dropped my head into my hands. Not only had I lost a fair amount of money, but I had also lost my girlfriend to Will's perverted pleasures. 

"Damon!" April screeched, glaring at me with daggers in her eyes. "You said you couldn't lose!" 

"Fuck!" I cursed, throwing my pool cue to the ground. "It was impossible! I can't fucking believe it!"

"Oh, I can," Will said beaming with enthusiasm. "And I can't wait to collect my prize!" 

"Fuck that!" I countered. "I'll just pay you the money when I get it." 

"Oh no, no, no," he scolded, shaking his head. "We made a deal. Everyone agreed, including your sweet little April. I put a lot of money on the line and now I want what's owed." 

My girlfriend's face was contorted in a look of absolute horror as Will strolled towards her. 

"Come on man," I pleaded. "I'll pay you double what you bet. She's not ready for that." 

"She's not ready? he asked, shooting me a devious glare. "Or you're not ready?" 

My fist clenched in anger as he threw an arm around April, pulling her tightly to him. Her arms were crossed firmly across her chest like they often are in uncomfortable situations. And this was definitely an uncomfortable situation. 

"Don't worry," Will said, assuringly. "I'll be gentle." 

I knew then that there would be no way of getting out. When Will set his mind to something, he always followed through, and I knew he had been eyeing April for a while. I cast my girlfriend an apologetic look as my heart sank with resignment. 

"Damon," she said, her voice softening. "You're not going to actually let this happen are you?" 

I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to keep my eyes away from Will's pretentious grin.

"Sorry babe," I said with genuine concern. "I don't know what else to do. He won fair and square." 

It looked as though April was about to cry although I could tell she was trying very hard not to. Her lip was quivering and she was fidgeting nervously as Will hugged her with mock concern. 

"So are you two love bird's done yet?" Will asked unsympathetically. "Because the sooner you get finished with this little scene, the sooner I can get into this sweet little ass."

With that, he reached down and gave her ass a sensual squeeze causing my blood to boil with resentment. April shifted uncomfortably and took a step away. 

"Now?" I asked with surprise. "You want to do it now?" 

"Why not?" Will asked, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Now's as good a time as any." 

I looked to April, who was also more than a little put off by Will's eagerness. 

"What do you say sweet cheeks?" he asked with smile. "Should we get this show on the road?"

My girlfriend cast me one last look before answering. 

"Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's just get it over with." 

"Alright!" Will exclaimed, clapping his hands. "I'll be right back. I just need to run upstairs and grab something. Don't go anywhere." 

With that, he took off up the stairs, leaving me and April alone in the large room. As soon as he left I could feel the tension. 

"April..I'm..." I began to say, reaching out to touch her arm. 

"Don't!" she snapped, cutting me off and slapping away my hand. "I can't believe you did this!" 

"I'm sorry!" I pleaded. "What do you want me to do?" 

A few seconds passed and April's look of scorn soon turned softened into one of sadness. 

"Damon?" she asked. "Are you still going to want to be with me after this?" 

"Of course," I answered quickly. "Why would you ask that?" 

"I'm just afraid that you'll see me as a slut or something." 

"Don't worry," I assured, leaning in to giver a soft kiss. "Nothing will change. I promise." 

April then threw her arms around me and kissed me back, holding me tightly for a long while as a thousand thoughts swam threw my head. How would I feel after it happens? Would I be able to look at her the same way? I quickly dismissed all thoughts and turned my attention back to the girl in my arms. 

She was quite beautiful and I felt extremely lucky to be with her. In fact, she was everything I looked for in a girl. She had shimmering dirty blonde hair which contrasted perfectly with her well tanned skin. Her face was gorgeous, possessing a quiet confidence that went well with her shy demeanor. Her five foot three frame was, at then moment, perfectly fitted into a white low cut top and a tight pair of black capri pants which she always preferred to wear. Nobody else seemed to mind either, as they always exemplified her cute little round ass. 

After a minute long embrace April released her grip on me and walked over to the fridge. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I think if this is going to happen..." she replied. "I'm going to need another drink."

April drank fast and was already sucking the last drops from her beer bottle when Will returned. 

"Found it!" he said cheerfully, holding up a bottle of lubricant. "Haven't used this stuff in a while." 

I just nodded, not feeling up for any kind of conversation at that point. 

"So I think we should set some ground rules," April suggested as Will checked the expiry date on the lube. "Just to avoid any...unwanted incidents." 

"Don't worry," Will said, with a nonchalant wave of his arm. "I'n not going to try anything weird. Just step up the table and we'll get started."

I couldn't imagine what April was thinking about just then as Will took her hand and led her over to the pool table. That last beer had calmed her nerves a bit but I could tell she was still more than a little uncomfortable with the prospect of losing her anal virginity. Trembling like a leaf, she rested her hands gingerly on the green felt as Will came up behind her, towering over her small frame. 

"Let's get those pants off," he coaxed, reaching down to run his hands over her ass. 

April swallowed hard, and turned to give me one final sorrowful glance before reaching down and unbuttoning her fly. Will was standing extremely close to her gazing downwards with a look of pure lust. As her zipper descended, he smiled and extended his hands to help her wrestle her tight pants down over her hips. 

"Mmmm," he moaned approvingly as April's pants slid down her smooth legs to come to rest on the floor around her ankles, leaving her standing in only a pair of little white cotton panties. 

I took a seat, feeling a strange tingling sensation in my stomach. My heart was racing, and to my surprise, my dick was hard as a rock. I took a deep breath and continued to watch the scene unfold before me. 

Will placed a hand on April's back, gently prompting her to bend over. Fully compliant, she slid her hands across the felt table coming to rest, completely bent over and waiting nervously. At that moment I could not explain the feelings I was experiencing. I was stuck somewhere between arousal and jealousy and It was driving me crazy! 

"Damn girl," Will exclaimed, groping my girlfriend's ass though her panties. "I can't wait to sample a piece of this!" 

"Well then hurry up then!" April scolded, clenching her teeth with impatience. 

Will just laughed and continued to take his time, savoring every moment. I shifted in my seat, reaching down to adjust me dick which was straining uncomfortably against my pants. Silently, I scolded myself for getting turned on by seeing my girlfriend in a such a state of vulnerability while another guy prepared to have his way with her. 

Slowly and deliberately, Will began to slide April's little white panties down her smooth, supple ass. Her body was rigid with tension as she was finally fully exposed as she stood, bent over the pool table. I could hear her groan with apprehensiveness and bury her face in her arms as she tried to hide from the embarrassing situation. Her uncomfortableness only made Will happier and he grinned from ear to ear as he pulled her underwear down around her knees. 

"Oh yeah," he muttered quietly, placing both hands on her naked flesh and feeling the firmness of her ass. 

April stiffened at his touch, cringing as she felt his hands on her bare, naked flesh. I was on edge as well, my foot tapping nervously as Will peered down at my exposed girlfriend with eyes full of lust. 

"Come on honey," he urged, reaching down to unzip his pants. "Spread that ass for me." 

April lifted her head from her arms and glanced back at him over her shoulder with a look of pure distaste. 

"I'm not doing that," she scowled. 

"Just do it," Will ordered, a little more sternly. 

At first it looked at though April was going to continue to protest, but her scowling visage soon softened into a blank submissive stare as she shamefully reached back with both hands, gripping the smooth skin of her ass cheeks. I found myself leaning over in my chair to get a better look as she gently peeled back her fleshy cheeks, fully exposing herself to Will's hungry eyes. 

"Mmmm," he moaned in satisfaction as he fumbled with his belt, his eyes now glued to April's perfect pink asshole. "That's it baby. A little wider." 

April closed her eyes as if trying to block out the whole situation as she obeyed submissively and pried her ass open even wider. The whole scene looked so dirty, I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. Indiscreetly, I reached down and adjusted myself, pulling my swollen erection to one side of my pants, allowing some relief as I continued to watch. Will's belt made a loud 'clink' sound as it hit the floor along with his pants, which he promptly kicked to the side. He then pulled off his underwear, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on my girlfriend's lewdly spread ass. 

"Damn, Damon," he exclaimed as he squirted some of the lubricant into the palm of his hand. "Your girl has the most perfect little asshole I've ever seen. I can't believe you've never fucked this thing. If she was mine I'd have my cock up her ass every night!" 

The truth was that I had tried numerous times but April had always refused. Now I was sitting idly by as my girlfriend was about to be anally deflowered by another guy. A wave of envy slowly crept over my body as I watched Will slather lube up and down the shaft of his hard, outstretched dick. He then reached down and spread some of the slippery fluid over April's tight little star. At first she winced at the touch of the cold substance, but soon relaxed enough to allow him to even push his thumb inside her. After a few seconds of thumb fucking her ass he pulled his digit out and took a hold of his thick, wet cock. 

Staring intently, Will stepped forward and rubbed the head of his dick down April's ass crack, coming to rest at the entrance to her tiny, private hole. I noticed my girlfriend holding her breath as she braced herself for what was about to come. Will's brow furrowed with concentration as he pressed his swollen cock head against her virgin rosebud. April gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly and bit her bottom lip as her tiny pink buttthole began to stretch to accommodate Will's invading dick. His look of concentration soon turned to one of extreme pleasure as her tiny hole proceeded to slowly swallow his thick cock. 

"Ugghhh," April cringed, biting her lip as she felt her virgin hole being violated for the first time. 

Will smiled and placed a hand on her lower back, leaning in to feed more of his meat into my girlfriend's ass. In my position I could see perfectly as he slid further into her hole, eliciting more whimpering from April's tightly pursed mouth. Her body trembled as she let go of her ass cheeks and buried her face into her arms, muffling her painful groans. 

"Fuck, you're tight!" Will exclaimed, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks, savoring the view of half of his cock firmly embedded in April's asshole. 

As he continued to work his way into my girlfriend's butt, I found myself leaning in to get a better view of the vulgar scene. As I watched, Will grasped her hips and forced the rest of his dick inside her, causing her to bite her own arm to keep from crying out. His hips were now pressed firmly against her luscious ass with his cock firmly embedded inside her anus. 

"Where's my dick April?" Will asked, giving her firm ass cheek a light slap. "Tell me where my dick is."

April raised her head as if confused before receiving another slap. This one was a bit harder and caused her to wince, although she offered no objection.

"Where's my dick?" he repeated. 

"I..In...my...ass."

"Tell me you like it!"

"I..I..like it," she stammered, apparently getting used to the feeling. 

"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass." 

The room was filled with silence as April shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly the silence was broken by another loud 'slap' as Will brought his hand down on her reddened ass once again. Slowly she turned to me, staring into my eyes as she whimpered the words.




The Prize



"I..want you to..fuck my ass."

April's words cut me like an knife as she stared apologetically into my eyes. My dick, however, was harder than ever and i knew that if I so much as touched it I would cream in my pants. Will seemingly enjoyed her forced response as well, since a ecstatic grin spread across his face upon hearing those words. As he began to withdraw his cock, April tossed her head back, sending her dirty blonde hair splashing across her smooth tanned back. I could hear her labored breathing as Will wriggled his dick back and forth inside her ass before pushing back in with one smooth stroke. 

"Fuck!" she gasped as she felt his balls slap up against her pussy lips. 

Will smiled before pulling his dick out again, only to slam it back into April's tight little hole. With every thrust, her small body lurched forward and a quiet groan escaped her lips. Will was picking up the pace, driving his cock in and out of my girlfriend's ass as her hands clawed at the green felt in futility. Her body was trembling as he moved in and out of her, reaching down to spread her cheeks wider, giving himself a perfect view of his cock planted deep in her ass. 

"Mmmm," he moaned, withdrawing his dick until only the head remained tightly trapped within the confines of April's tight little ring. "Your asshole looks so good with my cock inside it." 

Will then began to push his dick back inside my girlfriend's ass, as she squealed in response. I couldn't tell if she was starting to enjoy herself or if the sounds coming from her mouth were the result of the pain of having a cock shoved into her ass for the first time. 

"That's it baby," he groaned, giving her ass another light slap. "Moan for me. Show me how much you like it." 

April let out a long, drawn out moan as Will began to pick the pace once again. His breathing was becoming more and more erratic and I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I could tell he was close to cumming and I began to wonder where he was going to do it. 

"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," April's voice resonated as her ass repeatedly swallowed up Will's cock.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he shouted out as every muscle in his body tensed. "I'm cumming!" 

He then let out a strange, unnatural sound as he dug his fingers into April's ass, apparently coating the inside of my girlfriend's asshole with his cum. April closed her eyes and opened her mouth as if to cry out, but no sound was produced. She just shuddered and gasped as Will's orgasm subsided and he gave her a couple more soft thrusts before slowly pulling his cock from her tightly clenched anus. 

As his dick slipped free with a wet slurping sound, I noticed a small rivulet of cum trickle out of her ravaged hole. His face was glowing with intense pride and satisfaction as he stepped back to pull up his pants. April remained in her exposed position for a few moments before she finally realized that the ordeal had ended. With a look of embarrassment and shame she quickly pulled up her pants and headed for the bathroom. I was about to say something to her, but just couldn't get it together as she slammed the door behind her. I was astounded. Another guy had just cum in my girlfriend's ass! 

"Thanks man," Will said with a relieved sigh as he slapped me on the back. "I needed that." 

I didn't know whether to be mad or not as I remained sitting in my seat, my dick still engorged from the "show" I had just witnessed. 

Tensions were high as April returned from the bathroom and we prepared to leave. She didn't say a word as she quickly gathered up her belongings and headed up the stairs. I followed close behind her as we made our way to the car. 

The ride home was no less tense with April sitting silently and staring vacantly as I drove her to her apartment. I tried to make conversation but she was having none of it. I therefore resigned myself to being in her bad books for the foreseeable future, and didn't even bother to attempt any more verbal exchange. As I pulled up to her building, April quickly got out, slamming the door behind her. I sat there for a moment as she walked up to the front doors and entered without so much as a glance back. I exhaled an exasperated sigh and sank further down into my seat, wondering how I was going to make it up to her. 

 * * * *

The next day was torture. All I could think about was April getting fucked and I couldn't get the picture out of my head. I thought about the expression on her face and the way her ravaged asshole looked with Will's cum dribbling out of it. I felt extremely guilty that I had put my girlfriend through such an ordeal and even more guilty at the fact that it turned me on so much. When I got off work I decided that I would surprise her with flowers and take her out to dinner. 

I hurried home and showered before setting out, stopping off to pick up the flowers. As I pulled up to April's place I decided to climb up the fire escape and surprise her. She always appreciated surprises although I could only hope my small effort was enough to make her forget about the events of the previous day. 

I parked my car and made my way around the back of the building silently hoping April's mood had improved. Luckily someone had left the ladder down so I quickly bolted up and soon found myself outside my girlfriend's bedroom window. The curtains were drawn, although there was a small space between the curtain and the edge of the window that allowed me to see inside. Cautiously I peered through the window, dropping the flowers and my jaw in utter surprise. 

There was my girlfriend on her bed, positioned on her hands and knees completely naked! Her head was buried in her pillow and her fingers were hard at work between her legs. I peered closer and noticed that while one hand worked feverishly at her clit she also had a couple fingers buried deep in her pussy. I was utterly shocked. I knew most girls masturbated but I certainly wasn't expecting to find April in this way. At first I considered knocking, but soon dismissed the idea, becoming increasingly aroused by the site before me. 

As I reached down to adjust my growing dick in my pants, April did something that really surprised me. Removing the two wet fingers from her pussy, she reached around and began to massage her own asshole, rubbing it with slow deliberate movements. If my jaw was not already agape with surprise it would certainly have dropped open at that site. My cock was pulsing as I continued to play the voyeur, watching intently as my girlfriend pleasured herself with her nimble fingers. 

Absent-mindedly, my hand dropped and grabbed at my straining dick just as April began to slip her slender finger into her tight little ass. I pressed my face to the glass in order to get a better view and licked my lips at the site of her finger fucking her tiny butthole. Then suddenly, I stumbled forward and slammed my face into the glass, dropping the flowers in an attempt to break my fall. April gave a startled shriek and jumped up from her bed in surprise, grasping for her bath robe as her face contorted with a mixture of shock and fear. 

"Uh oh," I muttered, rubbing my head as April's expression morphed from fear to anger.

"Damon!?" she yelled, wrapping the robe around her naked body. "Is that you?"

As she stormed towards the window I tried in vain to think up a story that would fit the situation but none came to mind. Instead I just froze and waited as April threw the window open. 

"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled. "Are you spying on me?"

"No, no, no" I stammered. "I was just...bringing you flowers. I was trying to surprise you."

"Well you certainly did that! You scared me to death!" 

"Sorry," I replied sheepishly, hoping that my cute expression would soften her anger. 

"Just get in," she said plainly, turning and walking back across the room.

Awkwardly, I crawled through the window and fell onto the floor in a heap. 

"So," I began, standing up and brushing myself off. "Sorry to interrupt."

April cast me an angry glare that silenced me and prevented me from continuing. 

"I don't want to talk about that," she stated coldly. "In fact, I never want you to mention that again."

"Oh come on," I said, walking up and wrapping my arm around her. "It was hot. I had no idea you ..."

"Damon!" she snapped, cutting me off. "I said I didn't want to talk about it."

I resisted the urge to speak again and stepped back to give April a little space. I then watched as her expression softened and her eyes traveled from the floor up to meet mine. 

"So..." she said finally. "You liked what you saw?"

"Fuck yes!" I blurted out, my mouth curling into a broad smile. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

My girlfriend returned my smile, but still seemed a bit reserved and apprehensive. Slowly, she stepped towards me.

"And it turned you on?" 

I nodded.

April sheepishly ran her hand along my stomach, biting her lip with mild embarrassment. 

"Are you still turned on?" she asked.

I just smiled and moved her hand down to the bulge in my pants. 

"What do you think?"

A brief moment passed before we stepped closer and kissed. It wasn't the slow sensual kissing that April usually enjoyed, but rather a more excited, lustful kissing as we plunged our tongues into each others' mouths. I pulled her close, reaching around to grope her ass as she moaned into my mouth and ground her pelvis into mine. 

"I want you. Now!" I stated firmly, tearing open her bath robe and sending it falling from her shoulders to the floor. 

April stumbled backwards to the bed, scurrying onto the soft mattress as I followed in pursuit, crawling towards her naked body. After removing my shirt, I began to work at my pants while she sat back smiling and spreading her legs. I licked my lips hungrily at the site and had my face buried between her thighs before my pants were even off. As I licked and sucked at her velvety folds, I kicked my pants off awkwardly, freeing my cock from its former confines. 

Kissing my way up April's tanned body, I soon reached her face which brought my turgid dick in line with her soft, wet pussy. With one forceful plunge, I sunk the entire length of my cock inside her, eliciting a startled gasp as she tossed her head back in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

"Oh yesssss," she purred, closing her eyes and wrapping her legs tightly around my back. 

April's hot little hole gripped my dick as I began to slide it in and out, my hips rising and falling in a controlled, rhythmical movement. I could actually feel her pussy getting wetter with every thrust.

"So," I said between breaths. "Do you always finger your ass when you play with yourself?"

Her expression froze for an instant but soon resumed its former look of sensuality as she answered.

"Only since yesterday."

"Oh really?" I stated, driving my dick hard into her writhing body. "Does it have anything to do with what happened with Will?"

April bit her lip and nodded. 

"I thought you didn't like that whole ordeal?" I asked, a little confused at my girl's apparent change of attitude about the previous day's activities. "You seemed pretty upset."

"I was at first, but...." 

April was cut off as I plunged my cock into her a little harder.

"Go on," I urged, slowing my thrusting and allowing her to continue.

"Well, at first it felt so degrading and dirty, but after I got home I began to think about it and...it kind of turned me on."

"Really? What turned you on about it?"

"I'm...I'm not sure. I think I just liked the idea of being used. Of being treated like a sex object. And it turned me on even more because you had been there watching me." 

"Oh yeah?" I moaned. "You like me watching you get fucked?"

"Yes."

"You like me watching you get used?"

"Yes!"

"You like me watching you with a dick in your ass?"

"Fuck yes!!"

I had to stop to keep from emptying my balls into April's hungry pussy, and nestled down with my cock buried inside her. She took a deep breath and ran her fingernails down my shoulders as she pushed her hips back up into me as if to prompt me to continue. 

"Can you fuck me from behind?" she asked, gazing up into my eyes with a glassy expression. "I want you to do me like Will did."

I just smiled and pulled my dick out, kneeling back to let her change positions. Quickly she rolled over onto her hands and knees, pushing her hips back towards me in a sexy and enticing manor. Her face was resting in her arms as her back arched, exaggerating the roundness of her irresistible ass. Taking my dick in my hand, I began to run it along her glistening pussy lips, licking my lips in anticipation before pushing it back inside the warm confines of her tight, wet hole. 

"Oh yeah," she cooed as she felt herself being filled from behind. "Fuck me Damon. Fuck me hard!"

I took a deep breath and resumed plunging my tingling cock into her insatiable pussy as my hips slapped violently against the back of her thighs. 

"Fuck yes!" exclaimed. "Just like that! Fuck me hard and make me cum! Make me cum and then I want you fuck my ass!"

I stopped suddenly. Those were the words I had been waiting to hear for over a year and now that April said them, I almost lost control. 

"Play with your ass," I suggested. "I want to watch while I fuck you."

My girlfriend let out a subtle giggle before reaching back and sliding her fingers down that enticingly taboo crevasse. I quickly intercepted her hand on route and brought her hand to my mouth, sucking two of her fingers as she moaned with approval. I then guided her hand back to its final destination and April began to run her wet finger around her tiny rosebud in small, deliberate circles. I resumed fucking her, although more slowly than before, as she slipped the finger up to the knuckle in her tight asshole. 

"Oh my god!" I gasped at the site. "That looks so fucking hot." 

April tossed my a smiling glance over her shoulder as she pushed the delicate digit in farther. I grabbed a hold of her tight ass cheeks and splayed them wide in a lewd manor in order to give my self a better view. In and out, her finger plunged as I matched rhythm with my pulsing cock. As the pace quickened, I reached under her body to rub her clit, sending her closer to climax. Suddenly she shoved her face into the mattress to muffle a sensual scream as an intense orgasm wracked her small body, causing her pussy and ass to twitch and pulse in unison. April then removed her finger from her winking asshole and took a few deep breaths as I slowly withdrew.

"Now," she began, looking back at me with a mischievous smile. "Fuck my ass."

She arched her back even more, causing her ass to splay open as I collected some of her cum with shaking hands to coat the shaft of my dick. I then pointed my head at the tiny orifice and pushed forward. April let out a restrained squeal as I pierced her anal opening with my swollen tip, watching carefully as her tight rim began to stretch around my invading shaft. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck!" she blurted out absently as her asshole swallowed more of my dick, gripping in opposition to every inch gained. 

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern, stopping my intrusion. 

"Yes," she answered with a gasp. "Keep going. I want to feel your whole cock in my ass!"

She even reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide to allow my hips to press fully against her soft skin as my cock came to pause, buried deep inside her. At that point I began to rotate my hips, grinding my dick into her ass elicited appreciated moans from behind April's tightly clenched teeth. I then pulled out slightly and started to push in and out, fucking her with short, slow motions. 

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed, pushing her asshole back around my cock. "Fuck me Damon! Fuck my ass. Use me! Use my asshole just like Will did."

Urged on by my girlfriend's filthy words, I began to increase the depth of my thrusting, plunging deep into her forbidden hole and tightly against the contracting of her muscular ring.

"Oh yeah?" I asked in confirmation. "Maybe I should offer you up as a prize in all my bets."

"Yes!" she returned enthusiastically as my balls slapped against her pussy lips. "I would love that!"

I spoken somewhat in jest and mainly to hear my girlfriend's response, but hearing her now agree sent a tingle through my body. 

"I want to be a prize," she continued. "I want to be treated like an object. Just a hole to fuck!" 

I was now astonished at April's newfound sluttiness, but was increasingly curious to hear more. 

"What if there is more than one guy?" I asked. 

"I don't fucking care!" she blurted out, pushing her ass back against my hips and burying my cock deep in her ass. "They can all fuck me. They can bend me over and take turns fucking my ass!" 

That was too much for me to handle. Her dirty words sent me over the edge and I felt my balls tense with impending orgasm.

"I'm going to cum!" I managed to say before the last final thrusts. 

"In my ass!" April howled out as she tossed her head. "Cum in my ass!"

No sooner had those words escaped her mouth, than my cock was filling the inside of her tight butt hole with hot creamy fluid. She let out a long drawn out sigh my dick pulsed inside her, painting the inside of her anus with cum. I pulled out and dribbled the last of the slippery semen down over her reddened asshole as it clenched and unclenched repeatedly. April slumped down flat on her stomach and let out a contented sigh as she reached back to tenderly touch her abused ass. 

"So?" she asked glancing back at me with an adorable smile. "When's the next game of pool?"

 The End

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The Prize



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After the 2005 No Way Out pay-per-view goes off the air, Torrie Wilson is leading the winner of the SmackDown Rookie Diva contest, Joy Giovanni, towards the locker room area, "Joy you're just going to love your prize for winning." Torrie says.

Joy Giovanni cutely presses her lips together and raises an eyebrow as she walks with Torrie Wilson. "Ummm...I thought being named the Rookie Diva on SmackDown was the prize?" Joy asks while dressed in a short white skirt and an adorable lime green top

Torrie smiles, "Yeah it is... officially..." Torrie says, "But Dawn Marie came up with this great idea for a prize for the winner, which is you..." Torrie says.

Joy Giovanni timidly bites down on her bottom lip and gets a look of uncertain on her face "Dawn came up with it? Oh boy...this can't be good...she hates all of the new Divas here on SmackDown..."

Torrie laughs a bit, "Don't worry... Dawn says she hates all the new Divas but she did come up with a great idea..." Torrie says as they stop in front of the Superstars locker room, "Now just wait right here..." Torrie says as she opens the door to the Superstars dressing room where John Cena, wearing blue jean shorts, and Rey Mysterio, wearing baggy gold colored pants and a matching gold luchadore mask are waiting. "Hey guys. you ready?" Torrie says as looks into the dressing room as Joy stands behind her.

John Cena nods his head, "Yeah Torrie we're ready." Cena says with a bit of a smirk.

"Yeah, send in the winner." Rey adds.

Joy Giovanni slowly peeks her head into the locker room, instantly seeing John Cena and Rey Mysterio. Joy raises an eyebrow and then looks at Torrie Wilson. "Ummm...Torrie? What's going on?" Joy asks as the locker room door closes behind her.

Torrie smiles, "Well Joy... these are your prizes... John Cena and Rey Mysterio... and what's going on is... a little celebration for you winning the contest tonight."

Joy blushes a bit "They're my prizes?" Joy says with a cute laugh "Boy...I don't know.."

"Hey Joy... we volunteered after we knew who won..." Rey says. 

Torrie smiles, "There you see? They wanted to be your prizes.... and I think you should have some fun..." Torrie says.

Joy presses her lips together and cutely looks over at John Cena and Rey Mysterio "Well...what am I suppose to do with them?" Joy asks with a cute laugh.

"You don't know what to do with us?" John asks with a bit of a smile on his handsome face. 

Torrie presses her lips together as she looks at John and Rey, "Well Joy... if I were you.... I kinda would do the first thing that comes to mind... but that's just me..." Torrie says with a bit of a suggestive tone.

Joy Giovanni innocently smiles and nods her head "Oh...ok...' Joy lightly licks her lips as she takes a step towards John Cena and Rey Mysterio "Ok...I can do that..." Joy says with a light laugh.

Torrie nods her head, "Good... well I'll leave you to have some fun with your prizes..." Torrie smiles before she looks at John and Rey, "You two behave..." Torrie says. 

"Who us?" John asks as Torrie smiles at him and Rey before she leaves the locker room.

Joy Giovanni bites down on her bottom lip as she seductively looks at Rey Mysterio and John Cena "Well...if I can do anything with you two...I guess that would mean we get to fuck..."

Rey Mysterio nods his masked head, "It's whatever you want to do... if you want to do that... we'll be more than happy to participate..." The studdly Mexican Superstar says.

Joy nods her head "Alright...cool, I like that." Joy says with a smile as she stands in front of John Cena and Rey Mysterio as she cutely glances down at their crotches "Would you two mind...undressing?"

"Nope... we definitely don't mind..." John Cena says as he unbuttons his jean shorts and lowers them from his muscular waist revealing his huge fourteen inch cock. Rey Mysterio soon lowers his own gold wrestling pants to uncover his massive fourteen inch cock. Both Superstars step out of their clothes to give Joy an incredible view of their muscular bodies.

Joy licks her lips and smiles as she looks down at the hardening cocks of Rey Mysterio and John Cena "Wow...those are pretty big..." Joy Giovanni says with a laugh as she kneels down in front of Cena and Mysterio and she places her left hand around Cena's cock, while her right hand is around Rey's cock.

"Mmmmm that's what Torrie said..." Rey licks his lips as Joy begins to move her right hand on his cock. John puts his hands on his waist as Joy turns her left hand around his thick cock.

Joy raises an eyebrow and laughs "Torrie's been with you guys?" Joy Giovanni asks as she smoothly and gently massages her nicely soft hands against the hard cocks of Mysterio and Cena, while adorably smiling up at the two SmackDown Superstars.

"Oh yeah..." John nods his head as Joy moves her left hand back and forth on his long hard cock. Rey smiles as he watches Joy move her right hand on his shaft at a slightly quicker pace.

"Really?" Joy asks with a laugh as she lowers her head to gently brush her wet, soft tongue against the head of Rey Mysterio's cock to gently circle her tongue on his cock. "Mmm..." Joy softly moans as she moves her left hand smoothly up and down Cena's thick cock.

"Mmmhmmm.... Torrie hooked up with me a few times back in our WCW days..." Rey says as Joy traces her soft wet tongue around the head of his large cock. John smirks a bit as Joy twists her left hand around his cock as she strokes it.

"Oh yeah?" Joy asks as she pauses for a moment from moving her tongue on Rey's cock in order to take his thick, incredibly large Mexican cock into her extremely soothing and pleasant mouth. Joy gently wraps her soft lips around Rey's thick cock and she starts to gently bob her head, while guiding her left hand quicker on Cena's cock.

"Ohhh yeah... mmmmm..." Rey nods his head and moans as Joy bobs her head slowly on his large fourteen inch cock. John licks his lips as he leans down slightly to feel up Joy's perfectly shaped tits through the material of her lime green top.

"Mmmmm...mmmmm" Joy Giovanni moans as she presses her soft lips tighter around Rey's shaft as she smoothly bobs her head at a gentle pace on his cock. Joy begins to rock forward on her knees as the 2005 SmackDown Rookie Diva Winner sucks Rey's cock and strokes John's cock.

"Ahhhh mmm..." John moans as Joy moves her hand back and forth on his large hard cock. Rey unstraps the chin-strap of his gold mask as he watches Joy suck his cock at a gradually increasing pace.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Joy moans as her soft lips massage Rey Mysterio's thick cock as she steadily bobs her head on his cock, slurping her saliva as she sucks. Joy removes her left hand from John Cena's fully hardened cock and motions for him to go behind her.

"Ohhhhh ahhhh..." Rey moans as he places his hands on Joy's head as she bobs her head eagerly on his cock. John steps around behind Joy Giovanni and kneels behind her so that he can pull down her short white skirt and her white panties to reveal her perfectly round ass. The new number one contender to the WWE Title licks his lips ash e guides his massive fourteen inch cock into Joy's tight warm pussy.

"MMMMMM!" Joy groans happily around Rey Mysterio's cock as she presses her lips extremely tight around his Mexican cock as she feels John Cena's large cock entering her pussy. Joy closes her eyes and holds Rey's cock deep inside of her pleasant mouth as John starts to thrust his cock into her pussy."

"Ahhhh uhhh..." John moans as he holds onto Joy's hips as he thrusts his huge cock in and out of Joy Giovanni's tight warm pussy from behind. Rey runs his fingers through Joy's hair as she takes his cock almost entirely into her mouth.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Joy moans as she starts to rapidly moves her head once again on Rey's cock as she slaps her soft tongue against this shaft, while she starts to gently rock back on her knees to push back on John Cena's thrusting cock.

"Ohhhh yeah... mmmm!" Rey Mysterio moans as he feels Joy's soft lips pressing on his cock as she taps her tongue against the bottom side of his huge Mexican cock. John Cena moves his hands to Joy's ass as he increases the pace of his thrusts as he rams his cock deeply into her warm pussy.

"Mmmmm! Ohhhh!" Joy moans as she lifts her head off of Rey Mysterio's cock and bites down on her bottom lip as she smoothly rocks back on her knees to presses her cute ass back against Cena's muscular waist as she feels him thrusting deep into her pussy.

"Ahhhh... uhhh yea..." John grunts a bit as he pumps his cock firmly into Joy's tight warm and wet pussy as he fucks her from behind. Rey Mysterio licks his lips as he moves over to the large leather couch of the locker room and sits down on it.

Joy Giovanni lowers her head as she smoothly rocks back and forth on her knees while John Cena deeply thrusts his cock into her pussy "Ohhhh! Ohhhh"

John grits his teeth as he slows his thrusts down and then pulls his fourteen inch cock out of Joy's tight wet pussy, "Mmmm having fun Joy?" John asks.

Joy smiles and glances over her shoulder "Ohhh yeah John..."

"Hey Joy... I got some fun for you over here..." Rey Mysterio laughs as he sits on the leather couch.

Joy Giovanni licks her lips as she stands up from the floor of the locker room and she approaches Rey Mysterio on the couch to gently straddle his lamp and lowers her adorable, hot body down on his cock "Ohhhhh..."

"Mmmmm..." Rey moans as he feels Joy's pussy squeezing his cock as she lowers herself completely on his thick cock. Rey lifts up and removes Joy's lime green top, revealing her gorgeous upper body while she starts to rock on his dick.

"Ohhhh Rey...Ohhhh" Joy moans as she starts to gently rock back and forth on Mysterio's cock while she feels his hands groping her large tits.

"Ohhhh yeah... mmmm!" Rey moans as he gropes and squeezes Joy's large tits as she rocks on his massive cock. John Cena lucks his lips as he get up from the floor and walks over to the couch to stand behind Joy. Cena carefully spreads Joy's ass cheeks and then eases his extremely thick cock into Joy's tight asshole.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh shit John!" Joy Giovanni moans as she closes her eyes and grits her teeth while rocking on Rey Mysterio's cock to lightly rock back on John Cena's cock

John laughs a bit, "Mmmm don't worry Joy.... I'll go slow..." John says as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of Joy's asshole. Rey keeps groping Joy's large tits as he thrusts his cock upward into her tight wet pussy.

"Mmmm...ohhh yeah, that feels so good..." Joy moans as she licks her lips and rocks back between John Cena and Rey Mysterio. Joy places her soft hands onto Mysterio's muscular chest while her adorable ass nicely smacks against Cena's muscular waist.

"Uhhhh... mmmmm ahhh...." Rey moans as he keeps his hands on Joy's tits as he firmly pumps his cock up into Joy's pussy. John moves his strong hands up Joy's back and places them on her shoulders as he thrusts his cock a bit faster into her ass.

"Ohhhh yeah! Ohhhh yeah!" Joy moans as she perfectly grinds her adorable body between Rey Mysterio and John Cena as they slam their cocks into her pussy and ass.

"Mmmmm ahhhh!" John grunts as he and Rey speed up their thrusts as they ram their big hard cocks deeply into her ass and pussy. Both of the hunky Superstars begin to sweat as they fuck the beautiful winner of the 2005 SmackDown Rookie Diva contest.

"Mmmmmm! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Joy moans as she starts to cum on Rey's cock.

"Uhhhh ahhhh yea mmmm!" Rey moans as he feels Joy's pussy squeezing his cock as she cums. Rey and John continue to fuck Joy Giovanni as she rocks between both of them.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh yes! Ohhhh!" Joy moans as her adorable ass firmly smacks back against Cena's muscular waist as he intensely rams his cock into her tight ass, while she moves quickly on Rey's cock.

"Awww.... shit..." John moans as he pulls his cock out of Joy's tight asshole and Joy ends up surprising him and Rey when she lifts herself off of Rey's huge Mexican cock. Joy licks her lips as she sits down on the couch next to Rey Mysterio and eagerly wraps her hands around John Cena's cock as she pulls his shaft into her mouth. Joy wraps her laughs around Cena's shaft and she starts to smoothly suck on his cock.

"Mmmmm fuck...." John moans as Joy bobs her head on his huge hard cock. Rey licks his lips as he starts to stroke his own cock before Joy takes her left hand off of John's dick to put it on Rey's shaft.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm..." Joy moans as she gently twists her head on John Cena's cock as her soft lips grind against his shaft as she moves her left hand smoothly on Rey's rock hard Mexican cock.

"Awww... mmmmmm..." Rey moans as Joy moves her left hand up and down on his cock. John Cena licks his lips before he grits his teeth when he starts to cum inside of Joy's warm, wet mouth.

"Mmmmm..." Joy moans softly as she lifts her head off of John Cena's cock and swallows his cum. "Ohhhh John..." Joy moans as she leans her head down to Rey Mysterio's cock to flick her tongue against his piss-slit.

"Damn I'm glad you won..." John says as he moves to sit on the armrest of the couch. Rey licks his lips as Joy keeps stroking his cock with her left hand while she flicks her tongue against the piss-slit of his dick.

"Mmmm...mmmm" Joy softly moans as she brushes her wet tongue around the head of Rey's Mexican cock, lathering her saliva, while stroking his shaft with her left hand.

"Ahhhhh.... uhhh shit..." Rey moans as his cock starts to erupt with his warm cum as Joy continues to stroke his throbbing cock.

"Mmm...ohhhh..." Joy moans and laughs as Rey Mysterio's thick, warm cum sprays against her beautiful face as she flicks her tongue against the head of his cock.

"Ohhhh damn... mmmmm..." Rey moans as his cock starts to soften slightly after he's finished cumming.

Joy smiles and laughs as she lifts her head "So....is this all I get for my prize?"

John laughs a bit, "Nope.... this is like a warm-up.... Torrie and Dawn have some other things cooked up for you tonight..."

Joy blushes a bit "Oh boy...I can only wonder..."

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