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Bess Ch. 02

By: jerseyblue



A heat wave baked the upper Midwest and the humidity that hung over the city caused Bess's short sleeve blouse to stick to her back. She walked up the front steps and rang the bell.

"Come on in," Bonnie yelled from inside. "It's open."

Bess walked into the foyer and heard, "Lock it behind you, will you? Then come into the kitchen." 

"Sure," Bess called, throwing the latch.

Bess walked to the back and into the large, airy kitchen. Bonnie already had lunch laid out on the table: a green salad, a bowl of crab salad, and cold pasta with basil. Crisp rolls nestled in a napkin-covered basket and a bottle of white wine stood opened beside two crystal glasses.

"Oh, Bess," Bonnie said, hugging her, "I've missed you!"

"Me too," Bess replied.

"Hope you don't mind, but I have a gift for you." She picked up a small package wrapped in silver paper.

Bess tore off the paper and opened the small box. Inside was a pewter figurine of a dragon with his wings spread, his head thrown back as if roaring. He was perched on a faceted crystal globe, his talons buried in the transparent ball.

Bonnie watched Bess lift the four-inch high dragon so the light turned into rainbows within the crystal. "The dragon is for fantasy," Bonnie said, "And for dreams that can be made to come true."

"You knew that I was going to join you in your business, didn't you?"

"I knew a week ago when I watched your eyes light up as I showed you the album. Actually I knew when we met at your Aunt's. After all, we were teammates and I knew you very well then." She poured wine into the two glasses and raised hers in toast. "To fantasy. And to making fantasies come true for everyone involved."

After lunch, Bonnie said, "I think it's time for you to have a look around upstairs."

The two girls put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then climbed the lushly carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. It was softer and more romantic than the downstairs, done in pastel pinks and warm, spring greens. The lounge chair was upholstered in a pink and green floral with green piping to match the bedspread and drapes. The oriental carpet contained the same shades of green and together with a half of dozen plants, gave the entire room a warm and comfortable feeling. 

"This is a wonderful room," Bess said, "soft and loving somehow."

"That's exactly the way I want it. We'll need to coordinate, but you're free to use it whenever you want, for whatever you want."

"Are you sure about me using your place?"

"Yes." Bonnie opened the door to a huge walk-in closet. "On this side, are everyday clothes, the usual suits, dresses, blouses, things like that. The shoes are underneath."

She looked Bess over. "I guess we still wear the same size, so take your pick."

"Bonnie, I couldn't."

With a smile, Bonnie said, "I love clothes and now I can indulge myself. You will be surprised how many men want a well-dressed, well educated companion to decorate their arm at a luncheon or business dinner."

"You mean like in 'Pretty Woman'?"

"Exactly. Sometimes without any sex." She turned and pointed to the other side of the closet. "This is the evening stuff."

Bess was stunned at the number of designer dresses: chiffon, lace, sequins, and satin in a variety of colors and textures. Her fingers touched each one and she wanted to pull each from its hanger and try it on. "You are ready for anything, aren't you?"

Bonnie crossed the room and opened the door to a second closet. "Play clothes." Inside hung an assortment of costumes. Bess recognized some of them from Bonnie's album. The pink little girl dress and the leather and chain outfit hung with a leopard patterned leotard, three leather dresses with multiple zippers, and several see-through lace bodysuits.

"On each hanger," Bonnie explained, "are all the items necessary for that persona. Besides the clothes and underwear, I have coordinated jewelry, perfume, extra make-up, whatever's needed, all in a plastic bag on the hanger. With some of them, there is a wig, should you care to wear one. I love wigs: They make me feel like a different person. Again feel free to use anything, just put it back in its place. Sometimes I need to dash into the bathroom and change quickly."

Bess could only shake her head.

On the far side of the closet were outfits for men; a Robin Hood-style green vest and tights, a black outfit that looked like it was designed for a second story man, and a white shirt and short pants combination. "For the naughty little boy," Bonnie explained.

Bonnie opened the drawers of a wide dresser and showed Bess dozens of slips, bras both with and without cutouts so nipples could show through, satin and lace panties, silk teddies in a dozen colors, and garter belts with stockings. 

"Try anything on and wear whatever fits your mood. Or you might want to wear nothing at all under your evening clothes. There are few things more arousing than telling a man that you're not wearing underwear, and then going out for the evening. But everything's replaceable so if anything gets torn or whatever," she winked, "we'll get new ones." 

When Bess looked as though she didn't understand, Bonnie said, "Sometimes a man wants to tear your clothes off or cut them off slowly and dramatically."

As Bess gazed into the drawer, Bonnie took her hand. "There is one more room to show you." 

Bonnie opened the door to the other bedroom and let Bess precede her. As she entered the room she gasped. Almost cave-like, it was darkened with wood-paneled walls and heavy velvet drapes. As Bess looked around she saw the room resembled a dungeon with eyelets, chains, and bondage equipment proudly displayed on every wall. There were three differently shaped wooden benches with hooks and straps attached and two cabinets filled with items Bess didn't recognize. A big brass bed dominated one end of the room. As shocked as she was, Bess also realized that she could hardly breathe.

Bonnie walked in behind her and placed her hand on Bess's shoulder. "Exciting, isn't it?"

Bess nodded her head. She was picturing herself held down or chained, restrained and helpless with a man standing over her enjoying her vulnerability. "This isn't in the album."

"No," Bonnie said, "This is for special 'friends'."

"Like the one you told me about last week. The $1000 one."

"Yes, Bess, that one. And others." With that Bonnie led Bess out of the room.

Eventually they returned to the living room. Sipping wine, the topic turned to Bess's new career. 

"I want you to go slowly," Bonnie said, "But first there are a few things. My 'friends' are all types. Most are older and yes, there are one or two women. Second, they may have different tastes, so we say, so don't judge them. I have one who likes to wear women's underwear."

Bess tried not to look shocked. She had read about transvestites but she never thought she meet one. "Women's underwear?"

"Several men I know like to wear satin undies under their business suits and they are not transvestites." Bonnie replied. "The slippery fabric feels good against their skin, and it's their sexy little secret. Remember there's nothing wrong with an activity that consenting adults enjoy in private, or, for that matter, in selected public locations."

"You're right. I'm not being judgmental, just naïve."

Bonnie leaned forward. "Most important, if it makes you uncomfortable or doesn't feel right, then don't do it. I don't like to be tied up, in any way, so I do have my limits. Understand?"

"Yes," Bess said, nodding her head.

"Good. I'd like to see you build your sexual and sensual awareness little by little. And I have just the place to start."

Bess Ch. 03



Tom climbed out of the driver's seat and unloaded cases from the back of the wagon, stacking lens, camera bodies, and video equipment. He also pulled out a nylon bag filled with goodies he had gathered after his conversation with Bonnie about Bess. He walked up the steps and rang the doorbell with his elbow.

When Bess answered the door she was greeted by wholesome, appealing man, 40ish, standing on the stoop, his hands filled with brown leather cases. Tom held the handle of a blue nylon gym bag with his teeth, which muffled his words. "Catch the top one," he mumbled. "It's going to fall."

The case toppled from the stack and Bess neatly caught it, tucked it under her arm, and snatched the bag from his teeth. "You certainly come prepared," she said.

"Over prepared, one might say. May I come in? This stuff is heavy."

"Sorry," Bess said, stepping away from the door and holding it open with her foot. "Come on in."

Already familiar with the house, Tom walked directly to the living room, dumped the cases on the sofa and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Tom, as you already know, and you are Bess."

Bess shook his hand and was charmed by the warmth of his smile. As Tom sat on the sofa and unsnapped his cases, Bess settled in next to him and curled her feet underneath her. "Nice to meet you, Tom."

"Me too. I've talked about you with Bonnie and I've got some dynamite ideas about this shoot."

"You and Bonnie talked about me?"

"Sure. She helped me get a handle on what kind of pictures you want. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't. What did she tell you?"

"Just that this is your first venture into this ...uh, business...and that you need shots for your album. I've got ideas about that but, if it is fine with you, I'd like to keep them to myself for the time being. Anyway, what did you think of Bonnie's album?" 

"Impressive." Bess thought about the erotic photos and wondered if she'd be comfortable enough with this stranger to pose like that. She fumbled with her hands in her lap. "Bonnie looked so great."

"Yeah, they turned out well. But I had a good subject." Tom studied his new subject more closely and muttered aloud as he thought. "Great eyes, fabulous cheekbones, great skin so there'll be no problems with close-ups."

Bess squirmed under his scrutiny. She ran her fingers through her hair and nervously licked her lips. His smile was warm and understanding and since his manner was both professional and friendly, she began to relax.

"I'm sorry you're nervous," Tom said. "I think you'll find the nervousness wears off quickly once we get started."

"I hadn't realized how anxious I was about this. I really don't know what to do."

"Don't worry about that. It's my job. Would you stand up?"

Bess stood, her hands hanging awkwardly at her side.

"Relax," he said. "You're going to be great." Long legs he thought. A great body, magnificent breasts. He decided to take a risk. Either he was going to get terrific sexual pictures or he was going to blow it before he even took one shot. 

"I can see your nipples through your shirt," he said softly. "Any man would want to suck them." He watched Bess react and he knew he would get the photos he wanted.

Bess was a bit surprised by the words coming from this stranger, but excited too. Although they shocked her, she realized they also aroused her.

"I'd like to get started, if that's okay. This light is wonderful and I'd like to get some head shots right here before we do anything else."

"Where would you like to start?" Bess asked.

Tom shoved a chair toward the window, adjusted its position several times and said, "Sit here and let's see."

Bess settled into the chair but Tom shook his head and pulled her to his feet. He moved the chair slightly and sat her back down. "Yes. That's nice," he said finally.

Bess had selected a simple green tank top and black palazzo pants for the occasion. She added a gold chain with large open links and oversized gold earrings. As she settled into the chair she fluffed her blonde hair and Tom watched the sunlight coming through the windows catch the golden highlights. 

"You look smashing," Tom said. "Now turn your head this way and tip your head." He spent several more minutes peering through the lens of his camera and adjusting the tilt of Bess's head and the angle of her shoulders. He also set up a video camera on a tripod, aimed at her chair.

"Video?"

"Sure. You'd be surprised how many men will enjoy watching you on tape, knowing you're in the room with them, naked and willing."

"I never thought of that but I'm getting a quick education. Does Bonnie have one?"

"Several. I'll shut it down if you don't want it." He moved towards it.

Bess stared into the video camera's eye and found being on display exciting. Go the whole way? She asked herself. Who am I fooling? Damn straight I will. "Leave the camera running. It's fine."

When Tom had her positioned to his satisfaction, he said, "Now, close your eyes." When she did, he said, "Picture yourself lying stretched out on your back on a blanket in a secluded clearing in a forest. The sun beating down and heating your face. Can you feel it?" When she started to nod, he said, "Don't nod, just tell me. Is the bright sun hot on your face?"

"Yes," Bess said softly, raising her chin to the warmth.

"Now open your eyes." When she did, Tom snapped off several pictures, capturing the soft, dreamy look he wanted.

"Close them again. You're still lying in that clearing in the forest but now you are naked. You can feel the sun on your entire body, on your shoulders, your belly, your breasts." He paused and watched her face. "Open your eyes." He snapped several more pictures.

"Close your eyes." She complied and he continued. "A man walks towards you. You can't see him because your eyes are closed, but he is tall and very good-looking, with a great body and soft hands. He's wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else. You don't have to open your eyes to know he is looking at your body but you are not nervous. The heat of his gaze adds to the heat of the sun. He's staring at your breasts and he can see that your nipples are getting hard. Although you're pretending to be asleep, he knows, Bess, he knows you're excited. He knows he is making you excited."

When Bess opened her eyes, Tom snapped again, then told her to move one arm and retilt her head and took several more pictures. With the sound of the clicking in her ears, Bess stretched and extended her arms over her head.

"Close your eyes. It is important that the man believes you're sleeping, so when he stretches out next to you on the blanket you stay still and keep your body relaxed. He just stares at you for a moment, then brushes his fingers through your pubic hair just touching your love button. You remain motionless, wanting him to continue. Although you don't move, he knows how wet you are getting."

Tom picked up a different camera and snapped a few shots of Bess with eyes closed. He didn't know whether it was her expression or the line of her body, but he could feel her radiating sex and he wanted to capture it.

"You wanted to move your hips to deepen his touch, but you don't want him to know how he is affecting you, so you remain absolutely still, pretending you're asleep."

Bess was there, in the clearing in the woods. Tom's voice had transported her there and she could actually feel the sun on her body, feel fingers probing and exploring the secret places of her body. God, she thought, he's really turning me on. I'm going to explode.

"Keep your eyes closed and pull off your tank top and bra," Tom said.

Bess removed her clothes without hesitation. She was no longer nervous or embarrassed. All seemed right.

When Bess was naked to the waist, Tom repositioned her in the chair so shafts of sunlight illuminated her shoulders and breasts. Her eyes were still closed as he moved back behind the camera lens. 

"Beautiful. Let your head fall back against the chair." He kept snapping as she moved, each pose a sensual invitation. "Now, he is still touching your clit and you are still pretending to be asleep. His fingers caress each fold and part your lips. You're so wet that his finger slides easily inside."

Tom watched Bess's body react to his story. He could see that she was having a difficult time holding her hips still. "He adds a second finger, then a third, filling you completely. Your nipples are so hard and tight that you think you'll die if his mouth doesn't take them. You slide your hands up and hold your magnificent tits out for him to suck. Offer them to him, Bess. Don't speak, but offer him your hard, tight nipples."

Bess's body tightened and she did as Tom asked. She flattened her hands against her belly and slid them upward, lifting her full breasts and offering her taut nipples to the camera. When Tom told her to open her eyes, she envisioned the attractive man lying next to her.

"So good, Bess," Tom said, trying to resist the lure of his own sensual story. He wanted to take her breasts into his own mouth but he remembered his promise to Bonnie. Not this one. For the moment, he kept snapping pictures while the video hummed in the background. When he stopped to change the film, Bess stood up and removed the rest of her clothes.

Bonnie had told Tom a lot about Bess and he had come prepared. He took a large piece of soft leather and spread it on the chair. 

"Sit back down," he said, "and close your eyes. Feel the leather against your skin."

As she moved her naked body against the leather, Tom knew he was right. Leather would take Bess to the next level of sensuality.

"Feel it, smell it. Fill your senses with it. Put your right leg over the arm of the chair and slide your ass forward. Yes, that's it." Her pussy was wide open and shiny.

Bess was in a sexual daze. She'd never dreamed that the smell and feel of leather could arouse her so. She felt she was going to cum, but everything about this experience was soft and gentle.

"The blanket in the forest is made out of leather, soft, black, fine-grained leather. It's becoming warm from the sun and the heat of your body, and the man is rubbing it over your legs, your arms, your belly. There is no sound, except the rustle of his movements. You just lie there absorbing the sensations. Open your eyes!"

Bess opened her and he snapped several more pictures.

"He's stroking your clit faster now. It tightens your lower belly." Tom watched Bess's body and saw the movements he'd been waiting for. "Do you want to touch your pussy, Bess?" Are you so hot that you want to rub yourself while the man watches, while the camera watches?"

Bess had never wanted anything more in her life. "Yes," she moaned.

"Then do it," Tom said. "Touch your pussy. Make yourself cum."

Bess touched herself, one hand on her breast and one in her pussy. She rubbed and probed until the tightness in her breasts and pussy became almost pain.

"Rub it just right," Tom said, moving in close, taking pictures of Bess's hand on her breast, her fingers working her pussy, her face as she strained in pleasure.

Bess heard the click of the shutter and felt Tom's movements around her. To her surprise, it added a new dimension to her excitement. She opened her eyes and watched the camera as it watched her. She moved so he could get a better view.

"You're close now, and you want to cum," he said, taking the video from the tripod and aiming it so it captured Bess's body and hands. "You like the camera watching you. You love it that I'm watching you. I can see everything. I'm going to record you as you cum. Anyone who sees the pictures will see you cumming. Tell me when you're going to cum, Bess."

"Now," she groaned. "Oh yes. Now! I'm going to cum right now! Watch me cum!"

Waves washed over her. She moved her fingers around her pussy touching the right places with exactly the right rhythm. She drew her orgasm from her body, bit by bit, savoring every spasm, making it last as long as she could. Tom alternated between the video and his still camera, taking dozens of pictures and long moments of tape.

As she recovered, Bess said, "Unbelievable. I was really nervous about this but you made it so easy. Thank you." Bess kissed him on the cheek.

Tom handed her a glass of water and she took a long drink as her breathing returned to normal. "If you're recovered, why don't we go upstairs and try on some costumes for your album photos." He picked the piece of leather. "I think you should use black leather for album cover. It seems you like it."

Bess nodded in agreement. "I never realized it, but you're right."

Naked but unembarrassed, Bess climbed the stairs with Tom behind her.

"You've got great legs," he said, "and a nice tight little butt. God, you have a great body. I love taking pictures of you."

For the rest of the shot, they went through a number of costumes. Some Tom chose for her while Bess did the others. She wore a royal blue evening gown that was cut so low in the back it revealed the line between her cheeks. As she slipped it over her head, she said, "I'll have more cleavage in the back than in the front."

Tom chose the pink little girl dress. "This is about the older man who likes to make love to virginal little girls. You wear white socks and maryjanes, white cotton undershirt and underpants."

They continued for over an hour, with Bess portraying a cheerleader, a wedding night virgin, an aerobics instructor, a bikini-clad nymphet, a nurse, and a harem girl. When Tom selected the stern teacher costume, Bess shook her head. "No, I don't think I'm the dominant type."

"I think one more set is in order," Tom said. He walked over the door and opened it. It was the dungeon that Bonnie had showed Bess before. How did he know she wanted pictures from there in her album?

As Bess walked across the thick gray carpet her feet sank into its soft lushness. "Give me your arm." Bess held out her arm and Tom fastened an identical strap around her other wrist and around each ankle. The rings attached to additional hooks on the wall so her arms were held out from her shoulders and her legs were spread about two feet apart. 

As the camera snapped, Bess imagined how she looked, fastened to the wall, controlled and helpless. Oh God, she was becoming wet. If she could just touch herself.

Tom undid the restraints. "One more idea." He took her over to a wooden bench, adjusted the height of the legs, and laid the leather cover over it. "Lie down on your back. Slide up until your head hangs off the end." He then fastened her to the bench. "One more thing to complete this," he said as he slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes.

Tom stepped back to admire the sight in front of him. What man wouldn't want to fuck this vision? Again he remembered his promise to his mistress; 'You may look but do not touch.' He took his camera and began to snap more pictures.

Bess walked Tom to the door. "I've never experienced anything like that before."

"It was good for me too," Tom said. "Maybe when the pictures are developed, we can get together to go over them."

"Yes," Bess replied, "I would like that."



Bess Ch. 04



"Fantastic pictures, Bess," Bonnie said flipping through the album. "You look unbelievable hot. I think a man may have a problem choosing which one is best. I like the cover, 'Black Leather'. It will go well together with mine. "

"Thanks," Bess replied, "but I owe it all to Tom. He made it so much easier than I thought it would be."

"Yes, he is good. Did he use the story about finding a man in the forest and you having your way with him?"

"No. The story was the other way around. A man found me," Bess said.

"Good choice," Bonnie said, "Did he help you with picking out the costumes?"

"Yes. I liked all his choices but the head teacher one. It didn't seem like me. One question. How did he know I would want the dungeon pictures?"

"Tom and I talked about you before the shot. I told him how you reacted when I showed you that room. I also remembered your reaction when I talked about a certain 'friend' and that room." Bonnie had turned to that picture. Bess was tied to the bench, wet and open for the taking. Oh yes, thought Bonnie, this will do very well.

"One more question," Bess asked, "It seemed that Tom was unaffected by me. I have never felt more aroused in my life yet he did nothing. Why?"

"I'll let you in on a little secret," Bonnie began, "Tom and I have an arrangement. Remember the naughty little boy suit?"

"Yes," Bess nodded.

Bonnie continued, "Tom likes to be dominated. That's why he suggested the teacher outfit. I told him that he could look but not touch you and I would know if he did. He came over here that night to collect his reward for being 'a good boy'. He told me he dearly wanted to but didn't."

"Wow," was all Bess could say.

"I punished him a little for his impure thoughts though," Bonnie laughed.

The girls sipped their wine and then Bonnie got right to the point.

"Most of the men are looking for a creative evening. Something they can't get at home," Bonnie explained.

"How do I broach the subject then?"

"It is different each time," Bonnie answered. "Some men just want straight fucking and you don't have to use the album at all. Most men who call me and who'll be calling you have been referred by someone else. Let's face it. I'm expensive and you will be too. Someone who just wants a good lay can get that for a lot less money. Our kinds of 'friends' want something out of the ordinary. I guess creative is as good as any term."

Bess leaned forward. "But how, exactly, should I begin things? I just can't say 'Want to act out a story?' can I?"

"You probably won't have to. Most of the time they will know about your album from whoever recommended them. They may already know what they want. Some may have never thought about role playing and those are the most fun. Once you get past a man's initial shyness, play-acting can be the greatest turn-on there is. Gets them outside themselves. They can do anything, be anyone, and no one's judging them."

Bess lowered her head, afraid to look Bonnie in the eyes. "What if I'm not good enough?" she said softly. "What if he doesn't get his money's worth?"

Bonnie lifted Bess' chin. "Baby, from the looks of these pictures, it won't be a problem. Now let's get your feet wet."

Bess introduced herself to the maitre'd and he guided her to quiet section off to one side of the busy restaurant. As she slalomed between tables she had a moment to look over Mr. Martin, who was hesitantly sipping a glass of red wine.

Tony Martin was about 45, Bess guessed, with a receding hairline and wire-rimmed glasses. To his credit, his dark hair wasn't combed over the top to disguise his balding pate, but was neatly trimmed and styled.

As Tony looked up and saw her moving towards him, Bess smiled and nodded. He looked straight at her and she was struck by his eyes – so bright blue that if not for his glasses she would have thought he was wearing colored lenses. Both his smile and eyes made his face surprisingly appealing.

As he watched the beautiful, young woman making her way to his table, he thought, she doesn't look like a call girl. If she was as good in bed as she looked, she was going to make him regret that he only got to Minnesota once or twice a year.

"You're Bess," he said standing up.

"Tony," Bess said extending her free hand, "I'm so glad to meet you." The maitre'd pulled out her chair and she settled in. She set her package she was carrying down next to her.

"Wine?" he asked. When she nodded, he asked, "red or white?"

"Red."

"I looked at the wine list and they have a fine Burgundy, if that's okay?"

"That will be fine," Bess said. She had barely gotten comfortable when the waiter brought the wine. When Tony nodded, the waiter opened the bottle and neatly filled her long-stemmed glass. "To an eventful evening," Bess said lifting her glass towards Tony.

"Eventful," Tony said as his glass touched hers. "A superb way of thinking about things." He sipped. "You're lovely."

Bess smiled. She had selected a soft chiffon scoop-necked dress in a shade best described as cantaloupe and wore it with a triple-strand pearl necklace and pearl drop earrings. A matching triple-strand bracelet and a gold watch showed off her long, slender fingers. On a whim she had her nails done that afternoon in a frosted shade the exact hue of her dress.

"Thank you," she said softly. Tony's dark suit was carefully tailored to hide the slight paunch she had noticed as he stood up and he wore a monogrammed white on white shirt with a conservative paisley tie. Everything about him bespoke pride in his appearance and money enough to indulge it. "You're not bad yourself."

Over dinner, they talked about his business, family, and ordinary things. By dessert they were able to discuss politics. They agreed more than either had expected.

Tony finally brought up the reason for their meeting. "We have a mutual friend," he said, suddenly hesitant. "Bonnie Roberts."

"I know," Bess said, "She gave you my phone number."

"Right."

When the silence became awkward, Bess asked, "Do you want my company for the rest of the evening?"

"I enjoyed our dinner. You're a highly intelligent and knowledgeable woman, for a ..." He stumbled over the end of the sentence and swallowed hard.

"For a hooker," Bess laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm not. I love fulfilling men's fantasies, which, I gather, you want."

"I want something unusual."

"Do you have a fantasy in mind that you want to act out?"

"Not really. Bonnie said you might have some suggestions."

"I have something here that may help you decide." She picked up the package she had carried into the restaurant and placed it on the table. From a large black-satin drawstring bag, she withdrew her album with a black leather cover and placed it in front of Tony.

She placed her hand on the closed book. "In here are fantasies, scenes that we can play together. Look through the book and I'll describe each fantasy." She handed Tony a black leather envelope about 4 inches square, with a black tassel tied to one corner. "When you find something you like, put my fee in the envelope and use this bookmark to hold the page. Then we'll go back to my house and play."

Hands trembling with expectations, Tony took the envelope and opened the album.

For picture after picture, Bess explained the fantasies to Tony. The last dozen photos were explicit pictures of Bess, guaranteed to ignite the most selective viewer. Bess stood as Tony turned back to the beginning to review the photographs. "I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be a few minutes so look through the book and select. Of course, you could make up your own fantasy."

"Not on your life!"

Bess stood looking at herself in the mirror. The first part of the evening had gone better than she thought. She was actually enjoying talking with Tony but now was the big step. Could she do it? Would she be good enough?

When Bess returned from the ladies' room, Tony had her coat over his arm. He helped her into it, then handed her the book. She opened to the page he selected and removed the envelope. "Natasha will please you in every way," she whispered as she slipped the 5 hundred-dollar bills into her purse.

The ten-minute cab ride was the longest Tony could remember. Bess's stocking-covered legs were just inches from his and he longed to run his fingers up the inside of her sweet thighs. He held himself back. This night was going to be something extraordinary. He was going to let Bess dictate the speed. And he would savor every minute.

The cab let them out in front of the condo and they quickly made their way inside, then upstairs to the bedroom. "There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge," she said, pointing to a small wet bar in the corner of the room, 'and glasses above. Pour some for each of us and make yourself comfortable. I'll just be a moment." She took a hangar from the closet and disappeared into the bathroom.

Five minutes later Bess emerged from the bathroom.

"Sire," she said softly, "I am Natasha. The sultan has told me of your bravery and I am honored you picked me for your evening."

Tony just stared. Her halter top was made of light-blue gauze so sheer that it allowed glimpses of her nipples. A veil of the same material covered the lower part of her face. Matching harem pants rode low on her hips, flared at the legs and gathered tightly at the ankles. Through the sheer fabric Tony saw the dark triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs.

Natasha's feet were bare, and she wore long earrings and bracelets on her wrists and ankles, all with tiny bells that tinkled as she moved. Her head was bowed and her blonde hair was covered with a soft blue, gauzy veil. A golden chain hung around her bare midriff. Covering her navel was a dark blue jewel.

"I hope I please you," she said softly. "You have only to indicate how I may serve you and your wish will be my command." She stood in front of him and slid her hands up his shirt, sliding his jacket off.

"Will you dance for me?" he asked.

Bess put a tape in the player and the room filled with rhythmic, exotic music. Sinuously, Natasha undulated around the room, turning down lamps and lighting candles and sticks of incense. As she twirled, she removed the veil covering her hair and slid its soft folds across Tony's face. At one point, she stood in front of him, placed the veil over his head and kissed his lips through the sheer fabric, the bells continually tinkling.

When he reached for her, she danced away, trailing the veil over his skin. She held the transparent fabric under her breasts and lifted so the unrestrained two mounds stood out from her chest and jiggled as she moved, covered only by thin layers of gauze. She thrust her chest into his face but when he went to kiss one of her nipples, she danced away.

Near then far, close, yet not close enough. The fragrance of her eastern perfume filled Tony's head and he longed to taste her mouth. When next Natasha danced close, he grabbed the scarf that covered her face and wrapped it around her body, trapping her swaying bottom.

Natasha leaned over and licked Tony's upper lip with the tip of her tongue. Back and forth, her tongue danced over his mouth as her bottom swayed against the imprisoning scarf. Each time he would have pressed his lips tightly against hers, she moved slightly away, allowing only the slightest touches of mouth against mouth.

"More," he growled, "Kiss me, woman!"

Natasha's mouth was so close to Tony's that her breath cooled his wet lips. "Your wish is my command," she breathed. She pressed her mouth against his and her tongue requested entry. Greedily, he opened his mouth and swirled his tongue against hers.

While they kissed, Natasha opened the buttons of Tony's shirt and tugged it from his body. She removed her mouth only long enough to pull his undershirt over his head and finally she ran her hands across his chest so the hair slid between her fingers. She scraped one nail down his skin.

He was on fire, yearning to devour this woman who was his for the evening. When he let go of one end of the scarf she slipped away, teasingly moving around the room. She turned her back, and then took off her top. Naked to the waist, Natasha held up a scarf and twirled. Tony got quick glimpses of her full breasts, their large darkened nipples standing out from the soft white skin.

Without taking his eyes from her, Tony stood, removed the rest of his clothes, and tossed them aside. 

"Your staff is fully ready, my lord," Natasha said, staring at his erect cock. "Shall I take it in my mouth and show you how much pleasure I can give you?"

He dropped into the chair. "Oh yes, Natasha, but just a little. I will have better uses for my staff."

She knelt on the floor at his feet and brushed her hair across his lions, combing her hair with his cock. The sensation was so exquisite that he was afraid he would come without her ever touching him. When she finally placed a light kiss against the tip of his erection, it took all his concentration not to climax right then.

Natasha flicked her tongue over the end of Tony's cock, licking the sticky pre-cum fluid. Then she pursed her lips and sucked his purple cock head into her mouth. She took it deeply as she could, and then pulled back, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.

"No, not yet," he growled. He stood, put on a condom, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her harem pants down. He turned her so she was facing away from him, bent her at the waist and plunged his cock into her wet pussy from behind. Over and over he drove into her until he moaned with his release.

"Oh God, it feels so good. Yes!"

Bess hadn't actually climaxed, but she was strangely satisfied, knowing she was sharing Tony's pleasure. She reached between her thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing and milking all his thick cum. His body bucked as the last of his orgasm flowed into her.

When Tony collapsed, Bess got a warm wet face cloth from the bathroom and leisurely washed his penis and testicles. She squeezed his cock and satisfied herself that there was, at least for the moment, no arousal left in him. She decided never to leave anyone unsatisfied.

He stood up, stretched, and looked at the clock beside the bed. "That was simply fantastic, but I'm afraid I have to go now," he said.

"You have my number and card," Bess said, "and there are many other photos in my album."

"I don't get out this way very often," Tony said sadly as he buttoned his shirt. "But when I do, I will remember to call you."



Bess Ch. 05



Bonnie checked her watch. It was 10 o'clock. Bess should be up by now. She knocked on the door and then entered. "Bess, you up?"

"Yeah," Bess answered, "in the kitchen."

Bonnie entered the kitchen to find Bess seated at the table, sipping on a cup of hot tea. She was wearing a silk robe, loosely tied. The 5 hundred-dollar bills were stacked in the center of the table.

"Well?" Bonnie asked.

"Well what?"

"Well what," Bonnie said as she sat down. "How did it go last night?"

Bess put down her cup. "It went very well. I was a little nervous but as the evening went on, I relaxed. I did enjoy myself and I'm pretty sure Tony did too."

"I know he did. He texted me saying to thank you. What did he pick?"

"The harem girl," Bess said.

Bonnie sensed something was wrong. There was no feeling in Bess's voice. She placed her hand on Bess's. "What's wrong?"

Bess picked up the money. "I finally realized this morning that I'm a whore."

"Does that bother you?" Bonnie asked.

"Surprisingly, yes. A little."

"Look," Bonnie began. "All women are whores. Some do it for money, some for security, and some for something else."

Bess looked at Bonnie with disbelief. "Wow, I can't believe you said that. How cynical."

"It's true, even your dear Aunt Deidre. You don't think that she looked at Scott and thought this man can provide for her and her 2 sons. That she was alone and here was an answer. Sex is part of the deal. How else could she keep him? Her first husband left her over sex, didn't he?"

"How can you say that? My aunt truly loves him. You can tell just by the way she looks at him. And Scott, her."

"Maybe she just rationalizes it."

"I can't believe that." Bess got up and walked to the window.

"Bess, I'm willing to wager a night's fee that if offered to Deidre, she would entertain the idea of being like us. Not actually do it but seriously think about it. Willing to take my bet? Do you believe what you feel about her?"

"Okay, you're on," Bess said turning around.

"One other thing, Bess. Why did you make Scott your 'fuck buddy'?"

Bess thought for a moment. "Because I wanted to make him feel good and because I knew I could."

Bonnie put her hand on Bess's shoulder. "What do you think you did for Mr. Martin last night?"

Bess didn't have an answer. 

Bess was so mad at Bonnie. The only night she had to herself, no news, no game, no 'friends'. Bess had been busy and Bonnie had sent a good number of men her way but this was the first night she had to herself and now she had to stay at the condo because the plumber was coming over to fix a leak. Bonnie had a special dinner she was going to so she couldn't be home. She said the plumber would be there around 7. Bess thought it was an odd time but who was she to ask.

Bess decided that after the plumber left she could do what she wanted so she dressed in white denim pants and tight plum-colored polo shirt. She didn't wear a bra because she didn't care if the plumber saw her or not.

When the doorbell rang, she opened the door and faced a muscular, if slightly overweight, man of medium height. He wore a pair of stained coveralls and carried a toolbox. "I'm Max," he said, "and I'm here to fix your kitchen faucet. Tony Martin recommended me."

"I understand the kitchen sink is the problem," she said.

"Let's check it out." Gene followed her to the kitchen. As he headed down the hallway, he dropped an envelope with 5 hundred-dollar bills on the table. He went over to the sink and dismantled the faucet as she watched. "Okay, lady," he said, "I'm going to need some help here."

"What can I do?"

He looked Bess over. "Most things, I'd imagine," he said, grinning. He had disconnected the faucet and fastened a huge pipe wrench around some connection at the back of the sink. "But right now I need you to hold this wrench."

Bess replaced his hairy hands on the wrench with her own. 

"Now pull hard," he said, "and hold tight. If you let go, we'll have water everywhere!"

Knowing nothing about plumbing, Bess had no idea what this man had done, so she pulled on the wrench with both hands.

"Don't let go," he warned again. As he stood up, he brushed against Bess's breasts which, since she was bent over the sink, were hanging heavily against her shirt. "Nice melons, lady," he said, squeezing one.

"Hey!" she said, "cut it out!"

As she started to straighten up, he said, "Don't let go of that wrench or it'll make Old Faithful look like a garden sprinkler."

"Shit," Bess said.

"I'm glad you understand," Max said. He squeezed her breast, weighing its fullness in his hand. "Nice big tits," he said, nodding. "Fill the hand, and then some. I love titties that are more than a handful."

"Will you please stopped it," Bess snapped.

Max backed up and, behind her, Bess heard tools banging around in the toolbox. 

"Here we are," Max said.

Bess heard a loud snipping sound. Suddenly her polo shirt was being cut up the back and across her shoulders. With a yank, she was naked from the waist up.

"That's better."

"Hey now, just wait one minute!" Bess said but Max silenced her with a pinch of one of her swollen nipples. "Ouch!"

"Be a good girl," Max said, "And don't let go of that pipe." He leaned over and bit her earlobe. "If you say 'Uncle', I'll stop. Understand?" he whispered. Bess nodded.

With both hands holding the wrench tightly, Bess tried to wriggle away from his hands, but she had almost no room to maneuver. He pressed his body against her back and his rough hands cupped her breasts and pressed them against her ribs. As he held her, he thrusted his lower body against her ass, jabbing her with what felt like a huge cock.

"That's for later," he laughed. Again he back away and rummaged in his tool box.

Suddenly Max draped heavy cold lengths of chain over her shoulders and wrapped it around her ribs and under her breasts. "That's cold!" she shrieked as he fastened the chain in back.

"And this is warm," Max said, leaning into the sink and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

The contrast between his mouth and the cold chains was tantalizing. She started to relax and loosen her grip. "Don't let that go," Max said. "I mean it. It'll drown us both."

"Damn it," she hissed.

Max pulled one nipple while he nursed the other. He moved around to the other side and exchanged his hand for his mouth. He was rough and both his mouth and hands were painful, hurting yet exciting and soothing all at once.

"Am I hurting you?'" he asked, pinching her left tit hurt.

"Ouch! Yes, you're hurting me." Bess looked down and saw a bright red mark. She knew that she could say 'Uncle' but she wasn't anywhere near needing to. She felt wonderful.

"Good," Max said, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down. Automatically Bess lifted her bare feet so he could pull the pants off, leaving her dressed only in her panties and several lengths of chain. Max slid his hand down her belly and into her panties. "You're hot for me," he said, his fingers pulling on her wet pubic hair. Bess couldn't deny what was obvious to his touch. "I have just the right tool to use."

Bess heard him pull something from his toolbox. She felt something slender, cylindrical, and cold wiggle into the narrow crack between her legs. "The right tool for the right job," he muttered. He slid the dildo deep into her pussy. In and out he fucked her with it, moving the slender object around so it touched every inch of her insides.

Her knees grew weak and she moaned.

"Hold on to that wrench, lady. Hold on."

He pulled her panties back up to keep the dildo in place as he undressed. Since she couldn't let go of the wrench, Bess backed up as far as she could and arched her back.

She was worried about how she could insist on a condom without ruining the fantasy, but, as if he read her mind, she heard the tell-tale ripping of a condom wrapper. 

"Don't you worry about a thing. I wouldn't do any job without protection."

Max held his large cock in one hand and moved aside Bess's panties. With little warning, he pulled out the dildo and rammed his huge cock into Bess's wet pussy. He felt enormous, stretching her pussy almost to the point of agony, but not quite.

"Oh God," she screamed.

The sensation of being so full drove her to climax quickly.

"Oh yes, oh fuck, yes!" she yelled in delight.

Max followed her seconds later emitting a low groan.

When his breathing was more normal, Max took the wrench from Bess's hands and disconnected it from the sink. No water spurted out. He then removed the chains from Bess, allowing her to sit in a kitchen chair. Quickly he reassembled the faucet.

"Nice plumbing you got there," Max said, packing his wrench and tools into his toolbox. "Very nice plumbing."

"And the tools you used were absolutely perfect for the job," replied Bess, still puffing.

"Any time you have any more trouble, just call me."

"Oh, I will," Bess said.

With that Max zipped up the front of his coveralls, picked up his toolbox and left.



Bess Ch. 06



Bess stood in the huge closet trying to decide what to wear to work today. There were numerous choices and she was debating over which one to wear. It was no secret that the outfits she wore to the station were helping her career. They were in style, not over stated, professional, but definitely made her look attractive. She had now the additional responsibility of the noon reports and as well as some on location reporting. Her on the field reporting for the Twins had led to a job with the Vikings and offers from the Wild and T-wolves. She was beginning to see that these jobs could lead to something and in a change since May, she was liking it.

Bonnie was still sending "friends" her way and Bess was starting to create a following of clients herself. Most of her men were in their 40's but a few were in their 50's. Most were with her for the sex but one man would simply treat Bess to the finest dinner and talk with her. He told her that he enjoyed being with her and that was all he wanted. At the end of the evening, he would see that she got home safely and say good night. Surprisingly, he also paid her $500 each time. When she tried to refuse it, he told her her time was valuable and besides she was worth it.

She had gone through all the scenarios in her album except one, the dungeon scene. All had gone well and the more she was asked to perform them, the better she became. All the times she was asked by the 'friends" only once did she feel uncomfortable.

His name was Charles and like many of Bess's men, he was recommended by other 'friends'. 

Charles was late to dinner which in itself was unusual. As she watched him his hands were never still. He put his glass down and fiddled with his napkin. When it was neatly in his lap, he picked up his fork and twirled it in his long slender fingers. "You sounded nice on the phone," he said, his words quick and clipped, "but I'd like to make this perfectly clear. I do not want to talk about my personal life or my job. Charles is not my real name. I don't want you to be able to trace me."

This was the first time that Bess had this occur and she should have been on guard. Instead she continued.

"I have no intention of trying to find out who you are. Remember you asked me here," she said.

"Yes, yes I did," he said, putting down his fork and picking up his water glass. His nails were bitten down to the quick and his cuticles chewed. "As I told you on the phone, I have these needs that no one would understand so I decided to hire a hooker." He looked at Bess, stylishly dressed in a pair of black woolen slacks and a long-sleeved Kelly green silk blouse, and his mouth tighten. "I'm sorry. You're not really a hooker."

"Yes, I am," Bess replied. "Look, you need to relax. We can just talk."

They spent the meal talking and discovered they shared the same tastes in restaurants. Try as she could, she couldn't seem to get inside the barrier he put up. Again there were signs that things may not go so well but she chose to ignore them.

Over coffee, Bess decide to get to the point. "Why did you call me?"

Charles picked up a sugar packet and turned it over and over in his long fingers. "I have needs. You understand. I have things that pound inside my brain, fantasies I have. You know, in bed." His eyes fixed on the corner of the leather album.

Bess pulled out the album and handed it to him. "Here is how this works. You look through this and find the one you want. There's an envelope inside." When he nodded, she rose and picked up her pocketbook. "I'll just freshen up."

When Bess returned, Charles was staring at one of the pictures. She glanced over his shoulder as she took her seat. "Charles?" He was a million miles away. "Charles?" she said again. His eyes cleared and she caught his eye. "That's Annie. She really likes candy." She could see Charles' Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Suddenly, Bess knew exactly what he wanted. She had never been Annie before and she became a little nervous thinking about it. "I know where she lives."

When they arrived at the condo, Bess showed Charles the living room, then disappeared upstairs.

As she finished dressing, she gave one last look into the mirror. Her face was freshly washed and she wore no makeup. She even removed her nail polish. She had put on white cotton underpants and a tight t-shirt which flattened her large breasts. A ruffled skirt, some petticoats, shoes, socks, and a bow completed the look. Her stomach gave a nervous flip. She looked too right.

Afterwards he dressed quickly and, reliving the evening over and over, he left. Bess gathered her props and walked upstairs, thinking. She was surprised how deeply Charles got into his fantasy. She had given him a wonderful time and earned five hundred dollars as well. As she pulled off the white cotton undershirt, she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. And threw up.

Bonnie always called or stopped by the next day after a 'friend" visited. Today was no different. "So, how did go?"

"Awful," Bess said, "It was sick, perverted, and I feel terrible. He wanted Annie and I gave her to him!" In front of her was the picture of Annie, torn to pieces.

Bonnie grabbed Bess's shoulders. "You did nothing wrong. He didn't fuck a little girl. It was a fantasy."

"A pretty sick one!"

"Granted. Remember Bess, there are two main rules. One, you don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Obviously this one did. Second, always keep control. They may think they are in control but you must be. Always! Understand?"

Bess nodded.

The City Tavern was not one of Bess's usual restaurants. It specialized in mammoth hamburgers, great steaks, forty-five varieties of beer and desserts covered in real whipped cream. She headed towards the back looking at a man seated at a table for two. "You must be Richard," she said.

Rising, he said, "And you must be Bess. Please be seated." Richard was in his thirties, medium height, with almost blonde hair and rimless glasses. "Bonnie has told me a lot about you."

"You have me at a disadvantage then," Bess replied, sitting down.

"Fair enough. I own my own business. Built it from the ground up. I like being in charge. Now what would you like to eat? They serve the best steak in town."

They spent the next hour in pleasant conversation and quickly discovered they had similar tastes in books and movies. They had completely different views on the current administration and argued hotly over a recent law.

As the meal neared its end, Richard leaned over and asked, "I'd like to see your pictures."

Bess reached down and grabbed her album. "Did Bonnie tell you about them?"

"Yes she did," Richard replied, "I know how this works. Now be a good girl and get lost. I'd like to look at this alone."

When Bess returned, Richard had already paid the bill and was waiting by the door. He handed her coat and the album. "I have a cab waiting. What's the address?" 

As they sat in the back, Bess opened the album to the bookmarked page. The dungeon! Her heart skipped a beat as she peaked inside the envelope. There were 10 one-hundred dollar bills.

"I take it that is enough?"

"Yes, sir," replied Bess already beginning the fantasy.

"Very good," Richard smiled. "Yes, very good."

The ride to the condo went quickly even though to Bess it seemed much longer. She didn't speak unless Richard spoke to her. She did notice that he smiled a lot during the ride. For the entire ride Bess tried to imagine how she would set up the scene, to get it started.

Upon entering the condo, Bess excused herself and went upstairs. She changed her outfit. Not really a change but into clothes that could easily tear away. She put on a short black dress with matching panties and stockings. She opened the door to the extra bedroom. She inhaled deeply of the leather and wood.

As she came downstairs, Richard stared at her impatiently. He told her to go to the kitchen and bring back two glasses of ice water. Not sure where this was going, Bess did as she was told. She returned with the glasses on a tray. 

"Place them over here," he said to her.

"Yes, sir." As Bess passed by him, Richard put his foot out causing her to stumble. She spilled the water.

"You clumsy bitch!" Richard yelled, grabbing her wrist. "Do you know what we do to clumsy bitches?"

"No, sir," Bess answered.

"They need to be punished so they learn." Richard grabbed Bess hard by the wrist and pulled her towards the stairs.

"You're hurting me. Let go," she cried.

"We'll see about that. You will hurt more than this!"

"Crackerjack," Bess said clearly.

Richard stopped, "Am I really hurting you?"

"No but I needed to know if you understood the safe word."

"Yes, I do," Richard said, "Bonnie told me about it and I understand."

"Thank you, sir," Bess replied getting back into character.

Richard took her into the main bedroom and let go of her. "Take off your dress, now," he ordered. When she moved too slowly to suit him, he reached out and tore it off her. 

Standing clad only in panties and stockings, Bess moved to cover herself. "Please, sir," Bess begged.

Richard grabbed her wrist again and led her into the dungeon. "From now on, don't speak unless I ask you a direct question. And don't move unless I tell you. Nod if you understand?"

It was an order Bess had no intention of disobeying. Her palms were sweating and she was struggling to get air into her trembling body. She nodded.

"That's very good. Come here," Richard commanded, "Give me your arm."

Bess held out her arm and he fastened on a tight leather wrist band. He looped a ring attached to the band over a hook on the wall. He fastened an identical strap around her other wrist and one around each ankle. The rings attached to additional hooks on the wall so her arms were held out from her shoulders and her legs were spread about two feet apart. Richard then snapped a leather collar around her neck with a leash on it.

He kissed her full mouth. Then he slid his finger across her hip until it was against her clit. He could feel that she was soaking wet through the fabric. He grabbed her panties, lifting the material between her pussy lips. She could feel the material against her clit.

"You like it, don't you?"

Bess nodded. At that moment it was no longer his fantasy. She wanted to be dominated by him.

Suddenly he pinched her nipple and twisted it hard. So sudden that Bess cried out. Before she could recover, Richard put his mouth over her nipple and sucked on it. It sent rushes directly to her pussy.

Richard stepped back. He took a jar and spread some goo on her nipples. He then tasted it. "Hmm, strawberry." He showed her a pair of silver-dollar sized suction cups. "For your nipples, my dear." After attaching each one he danced his fingers over each breast, the suction cups enhancing the sensation. Bess's hips moved of their own volition.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her head back. He kissed her mouth, grinding his face against hers. She responded, pressing against him as much as her bound body would allow. "A perfect playmate," he thought. Then he slapped her face. "You like it too much."

Unhooking her limbs, he led her by the leash over to the wooden bench. She remembered this from the photo shoot. The leather was still there. "Lie down on your back," he ordered.

Bess did, feeling and smelling the leather again. She was so hot that she doubted it could get any better.

"Here's something for you, my little bitch." He slipped a leather blindfold over her eyes.

The darkness was total. Being unable to see made her more aware of her other senses. She heard rustling and he ripped off her panties. The air felt cool on her wet swollen lips. The next thing she expected, she craved was to feel his hard cock. Instead agonizingly slowly, Richard inserted one-inch Ben-wa balls deep into her pussy. Vibrations filled her body.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"I'm glad you liked it," he said with a slight laugh. "One more thing, just right for your sweet little ass."

He took the anal plug and rubbed it between her breasts. "Let's see," he said, "Make it wet." He pressed the tip against her lips. "Open!" he snapped. Bess took the thick plastic cock into her mouth and slid her tongue over the plastic. It seemed huge.

"I wonder how this will feel pressing up against those vibrating balls in your pussy." It took only a little pressure to insert the dildo into Bess's rear. The vibrations filled her pussy and the suction on her nipples made them almost unbearably sensitive and now her ass was completely filled.

Bess let out a long, low moan. She smelled leather, sweat, and the aroma of her own sex. 

He grabbed the leash and pulled. "Now slide up until your head hangs off the end." She slid along the leather until her neck rested on a pillow and he fastened her arms and legs to the bench. "These aren't hooks, they're padlocks." He snapped them closed and then fastened her leash so she couldn't lift her head.

She pulled at her arms and legs. The bindings didn't hurt but she was completely helpless. Her head angled downward was making her a little light-headed but it was fantastic.

"Please let me go," Bess begged.

"Oh no, bitch. Not a chance." Richard stood back and looked at the scene before him. In front of him was a beautiful young woman, tied down and unable to escape. Her breasts heaved and hips slowly rose off the bench as she gave out a continuous low sensual moan. Her body glistened from her sweat.

Then his hands were on her face, gently feeling around the blindfold. He slipped a finger into her mouth and she greedily sucked as he worked it in and out.

Bess felt what had to be his naked cock slide over her cheek. "You are going to suck me good." He withdrew his finger from her mouth and replaced it with his hard erection. Bess grasped as he forced his large member into her mouth, but she quickly started sucking it as he fucked her mouth. 

"Too good, too fast," he moaned, pulling away from her greedy mouth.

Bess heard him move and then a buzzing. "Hear that," he said, "that's a vibrator and I'm going to make you come with it. I'll be in control of your body. You won't be able to resist. You'll come only when I want you to and only when I say so."

He pulled the suction cups off her nipples and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. She jumped when she felt the buzz against her nipple. Jolts of electricity bounced around inside her, stabbing her breasts, her belly, and causing her pussy to clench around the Ben-wa balls in her. She wanted him to stop, to fuck her, any way he wanted.

"Oh stop," she begged, "please stop. You're torturing me."

"It's exciting to beg, isn't it? I love to hear you plead for mercy, but there will be none."

He moved between her legs. With his finger, he grabbed the string outside her pussy and pulled. The vibrating balls emerged with a pop. Bess suddenly felt so empty. She needed something to replace it as she tried to squirm down the bench, her pussy open and soaked. "I can't take it. No more, please."

"There is so much more," Richard said. He moved the vibrator until it was rubbing the inside of Bess's thigh. "Want it in your cunt?"

Bess wanted anything in her pussy, to fill the emptiness. "No. Don't!"

"Yes, I will. And what's more you want me to. It is so embarrassing to admit that you want me to fuck you with this vibrator, this artificial buzzing cock."

"Oh God, no. Stop, let me go," Bess struggled against her bonds.

He teased Bess's pussy, touching her wet swollen lips. Sliding the vibrator through her thick wet juices, then moving it back to the inside of her thigh. "I can make you crazy with wanting. Admit that your pussy needs to be fucked. Say it!"

"Yes, do it," she groaned, "Fuck me."

Richard inserted the penis-shaped vibrator into Bess's pussy and strapped it into place with a piece of leather that was connected to the bench. "Now suck my cock," he said, walking around to the head of the bench and laying his cock against her mouth.

Bess became pure sensation. She was in a sexual haze. She sucked and lapped as the buzzing filled her demanding pussy. Her ass clenched around the anal plug. Richard came quickly, unable to resist the sucking of her mouth. She swallowed as he pumped until he thought he never be able to come again. He pulled his limp cock from her mouth. "Do you want to come now, baby?"

"Please. Help me."

"Of course," he spoke reassuringly. He knelt between her legs and undid the strap. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit.

"Yes," she screamed, "Oh don't stop, don't stop!"

He didn't and Bess came, shuddering and bucking against the straps holding her wrists and ankles. Richard pulled the vibrator from her sopping pussy, undid her blindfold, unfastened the straps, and carried her to the bed.

Bess could barely talk. "I've never experienced anything like that before," she whispered.

"It was great for me too," Richard said, "I'll definitely be getting back in touch you." He pulled up the blanket to cover her and kissed her forehead. "I know my way out." As he strode down the outside stairs, he said to no one in particular, "She'll do."



Bess Ch. 07



Bonnie and Bess were in the kitchen of the condo finishing the last of the pint of chocolate mint frozen yogurt. The first snow of the winter had created miniature drifts on the railing outside the window.

"Things seem to going well for you," Bonnie said.

"Yes, they are," Bess replied, licking the spoon. "Actually it seems that things are going well for both of us."

Bonnie had just finished telling Bess that one of her 'friends' was taking her to a conference in Florida, his treat. When Bess asked questions, all Bonnie would answer was she would fill her in upon her return.

Bess said, "Maybe I'll find a sugar daddy too."

"What about Mr. Dinner and Nothing Else? He might be it."

Bess laughed, "Maybe. Hey, I have new pictures for my album." She reached for it and opened it for Bonnie. Bess had added four new fantasies; One seemed to channel Jean Harlow. Bess had on a platinum blonde wig and white satin gown. It was plain that she was naked underneath. Another was fashioned after a 1950's pin-up girl. She was seated on her heels, dressed in a sheer baby-doll outfit, her hair and make-up straight from the '50's. The third one was French maid, complete with seamed stockings. The last one looked like anyone's next door neighbor.

Bonnie gave Bess a quizzical look.

"That was Tom's idea," Bess explained, "He said a lot of school boys fantasized about fucking their mom's best friend or next door neighbor. It sounded safe so I took it. I think it is more his fantasy."

"You have come a long way," Bonnie said tossing the yogurt container away. "Your album is definitely you. There are fantasies in here that I wouldn't dream of doing. We make a good team."

"Yes," Bess smiled, "I'm submissive for men and you like to dominate them."

"You have used 'The dungeon'," Bonnie said. "You know I have but I have never been tied up in there. Not my style but I have entertained in there. Just be careful in there."

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Bess asked.

"You know this is all about control. We have to keep it. In there, when the person is tied down, it is the other one who is in charge."

"I use the safe word and make sure they know it," Bess said.

"Yes," Bonnie continued, "I know you do but let me tell you a little secret. One night, I was in there and was dominated a man. We were totally into it. For the first time, I was going to orgasm myself as I continued to abuse him. I was so into my own pleasure that I didn't hear him say the safe word. It wasn't until he screamed it that I heard him."

"What happened?"

"Luckily, he was so into pain that he actually enjoyed it. He thought it was part of the fantasy. But it definitely taught me a lesson. So just be careful. I don't want anyone to hurt you."

"Me too!"

The two women sat in a corner booth at one of St Paul's better French restaurants. At quick glance you wouldn't pay them any notice. Perhaps two business associates or even sisters. The older one looked to be in her late 30's, with short chestnut hair. She was full figured but by no means fat. She was dressed in a matching black jacket and pants with a light blue shirt, open at the neck, showing a small gold chain.

The other was much younger through dressed very stylish. She wore a grey jacket and skirt that was tastefully short. Her burgundy shirt was opened lower, showing more cleavage and a beautiful string of pearls. Her earrings matched the necklace perfectly.

"I'm not really sure why I am doing this," say Nancy, the older woman, "I guess I just wanted company. A mutual friend, Tony Martin, said you might be right for me."

"No problem," Bess said, "Glad to be a help." This was the first time a woman had ever called but Bess was willing to see where it would go.

"I'm here on business from Chicago and I'm tired of room service, dinner alone, or with other business types," Nancy explained, "I thought it be nice to talk with a real woman." She looked around and sipped her wine. "Nice restaurant. You have excellent taste."

Part of the job Bess learned early was to get the 'client' to relax, to trust her. She would be a counselor, a friend, and confidante. Some had problems and no one to talk to about them.

Over dinner they talked about many things as Nancy found Bess very easy to talk to, almost as if this wasn't their first meeting. They both had vacationed in St. Martin and they lamented on the commercialism of what had been a quiet island with great French and native food. This restaurant was a great choice as they shared the same taste in the food. Nancy said she was happily married and had two children. 

"Does that bother you?" Nancy asked.

"Not really," Bess answered.

"I understand you're a college graduate," Nancy said.

"Unusual for one in my business. Right?" Bess smiled.

Nancy stammered, "Sorry."

"No harm. And you?"

"I went to Michigan State and majored in business. I really wanted to be an English Lit. Major but no future in that."

Over coffee, Nancy began to open up. "My father ran a very large business and since he had no sons, someone had to take over the company when he left. So now he's retired and I'm in charge. Every day big decisions, big problems."

Bess just let her talk.

"Every day I'm the boss, a wife, a mommy, and I want to be someone else. I want others to make decisions. I'm a woman and I want to be treated like one. Does that surprise you?"

Bess took her hand, "If you want to, I can help you with that dream. It is up to you."

"I believe you can."

As they entered the condo, Bess took Nancy's coat. "Make yourself at home in the living room. I'll get some brandy and then show you around." Bess wasn't sure where it was going but right now she was enjoying herself. It seemed Nancy was too.

"Here, let me take your jacket then have a seat," Bess helped Nancy off with her jacket, brushing her bare arms. She swore Nancy gave a little shudder.

Sitting on the couch, the two talked some more. As the brandy warmed them, Nancy loosened up so when Bess's foot touched hers, she didn't pull it back.

"Tony said something about a photo album," Nancy said.

"Would you like to see it?"

"Yes, if you don't mind."

Bess went over the shelf and returned with the album. Handing it to Nancy she said, "These are pictures of some fantasies that I show to my 'friends'. Some are pretty explicit so please beware."

Nancy opened the book and began to look at the pictures. Bess slid over to sit next to her, their bodies touching. At some, Nancy stopped and Bess explained what she was looking at. Nancy drank her brandy as she looked. Refilling her glass, Bess made sure she touch Nancy's arm. Nancy's breathing seemed to increase as she looked at more pictures.

"So they pick one of these to act out and you dress up for them?"

"Yes, but sometimes they just make up their own."

"They pay you for it?" Nancy asked quietly.

"Yes they do. They put the cash in that envelope and bookmark the page."

Bess felt the moment was right. She took Nancy by the hand. "Let's go upstairs and see the rest of the house." She led her to the bedroom and had her sit on the bed. "You know, you have a great figure."

"You're just saying that. After 2 kids, I'm a little wide," Nancy laughed.

"Hey, I know men who would love to be with you, to make love to you."

Nancy lowered her head. "Have you ever been with a woman?" she said in a small voice.

"Yes," Bess said thinking of Carly. "As a matter of fact she's my best friend."

"Did you enjoy it with her," Nancy asked.

"Very much," Bess answered, "It was new and different and very sensual. I assume you've never done anything like that."

"Never," Nancy said sipping her brandy. "This is hard to admit but I've always been a little curious."

Bess looked Nancy in the eyes. "I'd love to show you."

"Would you?" Nancy asked, now curious at the prospect.

"If anything feels wrong, just tell me and I'll stop. Understand?"

"OK."

Bess put her glass on the bed stand, then leaned over and whispered into Nancy's ear. "This will be wonderful."

Bess's breath on her ear made Nancy's heart beat faster and her breathing deepen. Her doubts began to dissolve and she relaxed.

"Close your eyes and just feel." Bess watched Nancy's eyes close. "Good. Like that. Don't move. Just feel." Bess touched the tip of her finger to Nancy's mouth and saw her lips part. "Your lips are so soft. So smooth and moist." She touched Nancy's teeth and brushed her nail against Nancy's tongue.

Nancy was awash in sensations. Nothing sexual had happened but her body tingled. She never had felt this way before. Bess's touch and voice was sending waves through her body. She pursed her lips around Bess's finger and sucked lightly.

"Oh yes," Bess whispered into Nancy's ear. "Suck my finger." She allowed Nancy to draw her finger into her mouth, and then pulled it slowly outward. In and out, mimicking the fucking motion. The rhythm was primitive and deeply sexual. Bess pressed the tip of her tongue into Nancy's ear, repeating the rhythm.

Nancy had never imagined that such simple things could be so deeply sensual. She was sucking Bess's finger as Bess fucked her ear with her tongue. She felt trapped by her clothing and her blouse was in her way. She wanted her breasts free.

Nancy reached for her buttons but Bess grabbed her hand. "Don't move at all. Relax. Let me be in charge of everything. No decisions. Enjoy." With a nip at Nancy's earlobe, Bess pulled her finger free and unbuttoned Nancy's blouse. "Your nipples are so swollen. Are they uncomfortable under your bra? Do you want me to free them?"

"Oh yes," Nancy moaned.

Bess parted the front of Nancy's blouse and stroked her palm over her erect nipples through the satiny fabric. "I can see how hard they are. Do you like my hand?"

Nancy could only moan.

Bess leaned over and took one nipple in her teeth. Although the sensation was diminished somewhat by the material, it drove Nancy wild.

"I like it that this bra fastens in the front," Bess said. "I can unfasten it without you moving. And I don't want you to move, even a little." With a deft flick of her fingers, Bess unclipped Nancy's bra and separated the cups so her breasts were free. "You have beautiful breasts," Bess whispered. "I can only imagine what your gorgeous nipples must taste like."

Bess cupped Nancy's breast. "So heavy and full." She drew her fingers from the outside of the breast in her hand to the pink center, pulling on the nipple. She repeated the motion over and over until Nancy thought she would go mad from pleasure.

"I want you," Nancy pleaded, "Please."

"You want me to do what? Give you pleasure? I'm doing that. Want me to increase the heat?" Bess leaned over and licked one erect nipple with the flat of her tongue. Then she drew back and blew on the wet tip. Alternately she wet the tight bud then cooled it with her breath. "Is that driving you crazy?" she asked as Nancy's hips began to move.

"Yes," she murmured, "I'm going to explode."

"No, you're not and that's the wonderful part. Your pussy will get hotter and hotter but you won't come until we're ready. And it will be so intense I'll be able to feel it, to share it with you." Bess quickly pulled off Nancy's slacks and panties, and then quickly removed her own clothes. "I want to be naked with you."

Nancy reached out to touch Bess's naked skin. "Not yet," Bess said. "This is for you. Later you can touch me but right now it is all for you."

Bess licked Nancy's nipple again, then drew it into her mouth. She sucked hard, causing a tightness to flow from Nancy's breast to her pussy. It was as if the sucking made a path through her body and she could feel the pull between her legs.

"Is your pussy wet?" Bess asked.

"Yes," Nancy moaned. "I'm so excited that I don't know what to do. I feel as if I could come right now but not quite."

Bess whispered, "Now spread your legs so I can see your magnificent pussy. Spread them wide. Put your feet on the edge of the bed and open your knees."

Nancy did exactly as Bess asked. She would do anything she said. She opened her body as Bess moved between her legs.

Bess watched Nancy's soaked pussy twitch with excitement. It was pink and swollen with some of her juices seeping out, flowing down the crack of her ass. She wanted to taste it but how long could she keep her on the edge of cumming without going over? She bent her head to one side and her hair brushed the inside of Nancy's thigh. 

Nancy was going crazy. She was sure she would fly into a million pieces and she didn't think she would even feel the explosion. "You're torturing me."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Nancy groaned, "No, it's wonderful."

Bess used one finger of each hand to part Nancy's outer lips, and then slowly explored her folds with her tongue. "You taste delicious," she said, continuing her exploration. Then she found Nancy's clit with the tip of her tongue. "You're going to come soon," she said, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud.

"Yes," Nancy sighed.

Bess took one finger and slid it into Nancy's pussy, while she slid her other hand between her own legs, rubbing and circling her own clit. A second finger joined her first in Nancy's pussy. As she filled her pussy she flicked her tongue back and forth over Nancy's clit as she fingered herself.

Bess's own pussy was dripping juices as she continued to rub her clit. She wanted to come as Nancy did.

"Oh, God," Nancy screamed, "It feels so good!"

"Let it come, baby." Her tongue licked and her fingers drove in and out.

Pressure built in Nancy's pussy. Waves of pleasure began to crest. "Don't stop," Nancy cried, "Dear God, don't stop." Bess continued tonguing her clit. Then she switched her licking to her inner lips, around her fingers. She used her fingers to spread Nancy open, and then licked all the flesh her tongue could reach.

And then Nancy came. "Oh, God, yes," she said in one long continuous moan. The spasms continued, longer than Nancy thought possible. It was a different kind of orgasm than any she had ever experienced. It wasn't the hard, fast kind she had when she masturbated, nor was it the kind she had with her pussy filled with her husband's cock. It came from deep inside and it was wonderfully different.

Bess slowed her movements until Nancy's body calmed. She climbed onto the bed, took Nancy's hand and gently guided it to her own hot pussy. "Rub it gently, just the way you like to be touch." Nancy moved so she could watch her fingers while they explored and massaged Bess's hot, wet flesh. Bess held Nancy's hand and used it to bring herself to orgasm. "Like that," she cried, "Oh yes, just like that."

The bedroom was quiet for a time, then Nancy spoke, "Oh God, that was truly amazing."

"It was magic," Bess said.

Nancy kissed Bess, tasting herself on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.

The next morning Bess awoke to find Nancy had gone. She left her card, five 100 dollar bills and a note. It read: 

"Thank you for a truly special night. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."



Bess Ch. 08



Bess waved to the woman seated at the table. "Auntie!" she said.

The two women kissed. "It has been a long time, dear," Deidre said. "We missed you over the holidays."

"Yes, but Bonnie and I decided we needed to escape from Minnesota so we went to the islands, St. Martin's."

Over a light lunch, the two caught up. "I see you are moving up in the news world. The noon news and all the games," Deidre said.

"Yes, I am. Next week I start with the AM report," Bess replied. "Not looking forward to getting up that early. The Vikes are not going anywhere, but there is spring training just around the corner."

"Carly said she doesn't see you very much anymore."

"Not with my schedule," Bess said, sipping her wine. "Besides Carly is pretty busy herself, teaching, coaching, and with her boyfriend. That seems pretty serious."

"I know," Deidre said, "I hope she is thinking it though. She didn't have that many serious relationships in school."

"Carly will be fine," Bess said, patting her aunt's hand. "She is a lot like her dad." 

"In what way?" Deidre asked.

"She knows what she wants and when she finds that special person, she going to do everything to keep him. A lot like Scott."

Deidre smiled. Bess was right. Deidre was never happier in her life than now and it was all because of her marriage to Scott. She knew how much he loved her and it made her feel good. Still she had some worries.

"Bess, I have something that concerns me," her aunt said, turning serious. "Perhaps you can clear it up."

"What is it?"

Deidre reached inside her pocketbook and pulled out a small business card. She slid it across the table to Bess. On it, it said 'Black Leather, let your fantasies come true'- discrete & private.

Bess picked up the card as the color drained from her face. She turned it over in her hands. "Where did you get this?' she asked quietly.

"Scott was given it at a conference last month. The men who had it were discussing where they could find, let's say, a friend for the evening. The description of the woman made him uneasy so he took the card and brought it home. We talked about it together. So?"

"Here is not the place to discuss this, Auntie," Bess said abruptly. "I have a place we can talk. It's not far."

Bess was right. It was a short ride but it seemed longer as no words were spoken between the two.

"Make yourself at home." Bess said, pointing to the living room. "I'll just be a moment." Bess returned quickly with a bottle of wine, 2 glasses, and her album tucked under her. 

Deidre was admiring the décor. "Quite a place you have here. Must be expensive?"

"Please, have a seat," Bess said.

Pouring the wine, she began to talk. "Bonnie asked me to join her in her business about a year ago. She's 'Black Satin' and I'm 'Black Leather'. Together we provide a discrete service to a select group of friends."

"You're whores!" Deidre said. 

"You may call us that," Bess continued, "We tend to look at it differently. Here take a look at this and then decide." She opened the album and placed it on Deidre's lap. She explained each picture in detail, actually telling her aunt how she acted on each one.

Deidre took a gulp of her wine. "You mean to tell me, men called you for a date. They look at these pictures, pick one, and pay you to act it out, right?"

"Yes. Look, everyone has fantasies. I just give them a chance to act on them. I make sex fun and what goes on between two adults..."

"Even this one?"

"That's Cathy. She was asleep when the burglar broke in. You know what happen? He held her down, forced himself on her."

"You're talking about rape."

"Yes, but it is fantasy rape, not intended to actually hurt or do anything that anyone is not willing to do. It is all under control."

Deidre just shook her head. Turning the page she gasped. It was the dungeon pictures and it showed Bess tied down, open and exposed. "Is that you?" she said quietly.

"Yes, it is. All these pictures are fantasies, a release. Everything you see here is just that. I bet Scott has fantasies."

"I suppose you know them," Deidre snapped.

Bess put her hand on her aunt's knee. Calmly she said, "No, I don't but sadly I bet you don't know them either. Many of the men that come to me are married and say that their wives won't do these things. Maybe if they were open to each other, they wouldn't need me."

Deidre finished her wine, "This is all too much for me," she said. "Do you really know what you are doing? Don't look to me for approval and I wish you would reconsider what you're doing but for God's sake be careful!"

When Deidre got home, she went straight to the bedroom and shut the door. Sitting on the bed, she began to cry. "My beautiful niece is a whore," she thought. "Well, this isn't over, by a long shot."

It was a comfortable spring night with a hint of rain in the air as a stretch limo arrived in front of the condo at exactly 8:00. Richard helped Bess inside. "Hello," he said. "Nice to see you again." He wore a magnificently tailored midnight blue tuxedo with matching tie and cummerbund.

Richard smiled as he reached forward and slid the partition window closed to prevent the limo driver from overhearing. He poured two glasses of champagne. Handing one to Bess, he said, "It is a short drive to where we're going, so let me get right to the point, do you understand what I want?"

"Yes, but please explain it again. I want to be sure I understand everything."

"I belong to an unofficial sex club. There are about thirty of us, all men, some married, some not. Once a month we get together and indulge in our shared passions. Some men bring women, and some don't. The women must be a particular type."

"I know. Submissive."

"Exactly. After that night with you, I knew you would perfect for it. I would like to thank Bonnie for telling me about you."

Bess smiled and nodded. She couldn't picture Bonnie bowing her head and submitting meekly while men used her body. To Bess, however it sounded irresistible. All week she had been consumed by the anticipation of tonight.

"Anyway," Richard continued, "I've never brought a woman to one of our parties...until night. You will be my first."

"I will, as long as condoms and the safe words are agreed to in advance." There was no mention of money but Bess understood it would be substantial, if everything went as planned.

"They are," Richard said. "No whips or things like that, except with your permission. The word 'Red' means absolutely stop. Is that alright with you?" In the darkness of the back seat, Richard gave her a smile but she didn't or chose not to notice a glint in his eye.

Bess took a deep breath and nodded. It was hard for her to reconcile Richard's handsome, open expression with the dark nature of what he was describing, but as she thought about the sex party and what was going to occur, she shivered.

"Good. From now on you follow my and the other men's directions without question. You will keep your eyes downcast and speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"

Bess started to answer, then decided to begin her part immediately. She looked at the floor of the limo and nodded.

"Good girl," he said. "Are you wearing the clothes I sent you?" When she nodded, he continued, "Then take off your dress."

Quickly, Bess pulled off her navy knit dress. Beneath it she wore a tight, crotch less, dark blue satin teddy with openings at the front of each breast so her nipples were exposed. Old-fashioned dark blue and white lace garters held up her blue net stockings and she wore very high-heeled blue satin pumps. She placed her dress on the seat beside her, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at Richard's shoes.

"Very nice," Richard said staring at her scantily dressed body. "Your clothes will be returned to you at the evening's end." He looked her over carefully then continued, "You really are a gorgeous woman, Bess, and you have the proper attitude." He pinched one of her nipples hard and, although she winced slightly, she didn't make a sound or look up. "Yes, indeed," Richard smiled, "I will be proud to present you tonight."

She knew it was silly but Bess found she was pleased that he felt her worthy of the night's entertainment. "Now," he said, "a few additions." He buckled a leather cuff with a large metal ring attached around each of Bess's wrists and ankles. A slightly narrower cuff went around her neck and he turned it so the ring was in the back. He attached a short chain to the ring and let it fall, cold and heavy, down her back between her shoulder blades to her waist. "Now, remember 'Red' is the safe word," he said. He took a small padlock from his pocket, drew her arms behind her back, and locked the rings on her wrists to the end of the chain. Bess wasn't in any physical discomfort, but with her arms secured behind her, she felt awkward and off balance.

"Very good," Richard said, as the limo pulled to a stop. He buttoned a long, full-length, royal blue evening cape around Bess's shoulders and, as the chauffeur held the door, they got out. Bess quickly realized that despite her immobilization, to any bystander she looked like any woman might, going to a formal function.

Her head lowered, she moved her eyes from side to side and realized they were entering the lobby of a very exclusive hotel, although she wasn't sure which one. Passing people standing in the lobby, they entered the "Penthouses Only" elevator. Richard said, "Only members and their ladies will be permitted up here. We've taken the entire floor for the evening."

The elevator doors swept open onto a small vestibule. Her eyes still on the carpet, Bess followed Richard through the only open doors into a large room.

"Ah, Richard," a man said. "I see that you've brought a young lady for us. Wonderful."

Something about the gathering made Bess shiver with expectation. Although she had heard about them in college, she'd never believed that clubs like this existed. 

"Gentlemen," a man said, tapping a tiny hammer on a miniature gong, "now that everyone's here, the meeting will come to order. Bring the women forward."

Richard propelled Bess to the stage in the front of the room where she stood, eyes downcast, with two others. Both were about Bess's age. One woman was a statuesque blond with light blue eyes and dark red lips. The other was a petite black woman with very short fluffy hair and skin the color of light coffee. Each was dressed capes of different colors. Bess looked around the best she could without raising her eyes. She estimated there were about thirty older men, of varying race, and physical types, all in formal attire.

"Do the women know the correct forms of address?"the leader asked. He had very dark hair and eyes and olive skin.

"Not mine," said Richard. "I felt it was your place to instruct her."

"For tonight I will be your king and you will address me as 'your majesty' or sire. All other men will be addressed as 'my lord.' Understand?"

"Yes, your majesty," Bess said. She heard the other two say the same thing.

"Obedience is your most important function. You will follow the orders of any man here, without question. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sire," the women replied.

"Now, will the gentlemen who brought our gifts for the evening please unwrap them." With a flourish, the capes were pulled from their shoulders. Bess could see that the other women were cuffed and chained the same way she was and dressed in teddies, stockings, and shoes that matched their capes. There were some grasps and nods of approval.

The leader started with the blond. "Vanessa," he said, "you're as beautiful as ever." The leader raised his right arm and slapped her hard on the ass.

"Thank you, sire," she said, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

"For the new men here tonight," the leader said, "Sometimes Vanessa deliberately disobeys your command and must be disciplined. Those who enjoy that type of play may want to spend the evening with her."

He moved to the tiny black woman. "Shawna, we haven't seen you for quite a while. I see you cut your hair."

"Yes, sire. I hope you approve."

He tangled his fingers in her hair, dragged her head back and kissed her hard. "I do," he finally said. "Down." Shawna clumsily fell to her knees despite her chains and pressed her forehead against his shoes. "As you see, Shawna is very well trained and will gladly do whatever she's told to. We are all happy to have her back with us."

He turned to Richard. "This one is new. Thank you for bringing her to us." Turning to Bess, he said, "Do you have a name?"

Bess looked at Richard from the corner of her eye and he nodded. "Bess."

"Bess what?"

She knew he wasn't asking for her last name. Softly, without lifting her eyes, she said, "Bess, sire."

"Very good, Very good indeed." He turned to the men gathered around, "Blindfold them."

Someone tied a soft cloth firmly around Bess's head. She heard the rustling and shuffling of people moving around and the hum of lowered voices. Someone pinched her left nipple which was proudly standing erect through the opening in front of her teddy. She gasped, but didn't move. "Nice," a voice said. Then several hands slid over her breasts, legs, and buttocks, the sensations heightened by her lack of sight. "Very nice." Another voice said.

Bess recognized the leader's voice. "Mike, I assume that you want to take Shawna." There was a pause, then he continued, "Good. Take her to Room 2. Peter, take Vanessa across the hall. I want to break in our newest guest," he said. "The rest of you," he laughed, "pick your pleasure. You have three lovely ladies from which to choose."

Bess was flattered at having been chosen by the leader. She had no idea how many men were now in the room. Her skin tingled with anticipation. Someone slid a finger along her pussy, touching her lips. She softly sighed. "She's very wet," a man said.

"Wonderful," the leader said. "Richard, you have made an excellent choice. She is a lovely piece."

"Thank you. Shall I undress her now?"

The leader must have nodded because someone loosened the laces of the teddy and it fell from her body. Immediately, numerous hands were everywhere, rubbing, probing, stroking.

"She has the most fantastic boobs," a voice said. "May I have them?"

"I see no reason why not. Prepare her." Bess's hands were unlocked and a belt was buckled tightly around her waist. Her wrist cuffs were refastened above her elbows and then attached to rings at the sides of the belt. Her upper arms were efficiently attached to her sides, leaving her lower arms free. Then she was told to lie down on a pad on the floor.

Bess obeyed quickly. Lying face up, her legs were spread and her ankle cuffs fastened so she was held wide open. Hands checked to be sure that her blindfold was still in place.

A man straddled her waist and squeezed her full breasts. "These are so big, so full, so firm," he whispered. "I must have them." Hands rubbed something cool and slick all over her chest. 

"Carl's in heaven," a voice said.

"If he's not careful, he'll come before he's even started," the leader laughed.

"A hundred dollars says he'll come in under 2 minute," Bess heard a voice say.

"Hold them," Carl said. He grabbed Bess's wrists and pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts. "I said hold them!"

Bess had no idea what he wanted, but held her breasts the way his hands showed her. Suddenly, she felt Carl's hard cock thrusting between her tits. He was fucking her breasts, driving his cock so hard that on each stroke it struck her chin. Now that she understood, Bess held her breasts tightly together, making a narrow channel for his cock. He bucked against her breasts until he screamed and spurts of cum covered Bess's chin and chest.

"One minute, forty-two seconds." There was a round of applause.

Almost immediately Carl was lifted off Bess's body. "You have great tits for fucking," the leader said. "How is your mouth?"

"I hope I am worthy, sire," Bess said, licking some of Carl's cum from her lips.

"Open for me," he commanded. When she did, he filled her mouth with his erection, pressing it all the way in. The velvet length slid in and out of her mouth. She covered her teeth with her lips and tighten around his shaft.

"He'll come faster than Carl," a voice said.

"Squeeze my balls, bitch," the leader snapped, and Bess did as she was told, tonguing and sucking until he came. She eagerly swallowed every drop.

"My Lord, she's a great little cocksucker," the leader said as he caught his breath. He rubbed her wet pussy. "And she's loving every moment." There were low voices saying things that Bess couldn't hear. Then she heard the leader's voice. "Richard, she has shown to be an excellent choice so far. Since you brought her, you may play first."

Play first? Bess thought.

"If you have no objection," Richard said, releasing her arms from her sides, "I'd liked to remove her blindfold."

"If you like."

When the cloth was removed from her eyes, Bess blinked several times, then glanced around the room. Her ankles were being held open by two men who sat so they had full view of her wide open pussy. Another man sat on a chair, intently watching her face. The leader lay near her hip, his head propped on his hand. Bess quickly figured that there were about ten to twelve men in the room. Most had removed their clothing and were sporting erect cocks which some were slowly stroking. She couldn't see Richard until he walked around to her other side.

"Bess," he said." I have some toys for us to play with." Richard opened a large black and red lacquered box and showed her the contents. Inside, a collection of dildos was arranged according to size. The smallest was about as slender as her pinky, the largest about two inches around. "Let's see how much you can take." He inserted three inches into her wet pussy as Bess moaned. He selected the next to the largest one.

It looked too big to ever fit inside her but as Richard slid it into her waiting pussy; Bess realized she was completely filled. "Yes," he said, "that's just right."

Bess swallowed hard, trying not to lose control in front of all these men but it felt so good. She saw Richard select a dildo about the size of his thumb. "How's your ass?" he asked. 

"Virginal," was the only answer she could think of.

"Fantastic!" the leader said. "Richard, you have chosen well."

As Richard spread some gel on the dildo two men slid Bess's body forward so her knees were bent. Another man rubbed some gel around her asshole, then Richard pushed in the slender dildo until the flanges at the base rested against her cheeks. Another man pulled a thin piece of fabric mesh from the belt around Bess's waist, and stretched it between her cheeks and across both dildos to anchor them securely in place. The mesh snapped to connectors at the front of the belt.

"How do you feel? Tell us."

"Strange, filled yet empty. Wanting."

"Ah, Richard," the leader said, "you have brought us a true gem." There was a quiet round of applause and some 'Here, heres', either for Bess or for Richard.

Richard reached into the box and pulled out a pencil-shaped rod. Suddenly a humming sound filled the room and as Bess watched, Richard inserted the wand through the mesh and into the dildo in her pussy. Shafts of pure pleasure coursed through her body and her hips bucked as much as her shackled ankles would permit. "Oh God," she cried.

Richard moved the dildo so the pulses touched every inside part of her. As one pressed against the other, the vibrations flowed from her pussy to her ass. He withdrew the rod, then slid the vibrating tip around her pussy, through her soaked lips. "Watch her," he said, "as I make her cum."

"We will," the leader said. "I love to watch a woman cum."




Bess Ch. 08



Watch her cum? It was humiliating but it excited her. She closed her eyes to let the feelings grow. Richard slapped her face. "No," he said. "Watch us as we watch you. I control your body and I can make you cum whenever I want. All these men will be watching you and they'll know exactly when you lose control.'

A number of the men moved closer to her. They had their erect cocks in their hands and were fondling their straining shafts. One caught Bess' eye and grinned, licking his lips.

"Are we ready, gentlemen?" Richard asked.

"Ready, Richard." 

He looked Bess in the face. "Good. Bess, I'm going to make you cum and you will have no choice. All of us are going to watch your hips buck and watch your face as your orgasm fills your body. You cannot resist."

Oh God, Bess thought. She was so hot that her entire body was quaking. Although she bit her lip to fight against it, she knew he was right. She would cum.

Richard fitted the vibrator into the dildo in her ass and slowly moved it deeper. "Now, Bess, cum for us." He rubbed her clit with his finger. "Keep your eyes open and watch these men cum as you do."

She couldn't help it. She tossed her head and screamed, "Oh God, yes, oh fuck, yes," as one of strongest orgasm she ever experienced took over her entire body.

"Oh fuck," a voice yelled. Bess could see one man stroking his cock and saw semen spurt from the tip and splatter on her breasts. Another man's cock spewed cum onto her belly.

Richard turned off the vibrator but left it inside Bess's body. "Touch your pussy and make your hand wet. Bess rubbed her hand on her pussy, amazed how soaked she was. Richard took her slippery hand and placed it on his cock. "Hold your hand still so I can fuck it."

She held his cock and squeezed. Richard moved his hips, forcing his erection through her tight fingers. Although she didn't move her hand, she tensed her fingers in rhythm. "Oh that's so good," he said, groaning. "But it's too fast." Bess enjoyed rushing him, forcing him to cum just as he forced her. She was now in control and she knew just where to press and squeeze. When he came she could feel the pulses throughout his cock. His cum covered her chest.

"Raise her up," the leader commanded. The men quickly removed her shackles and helped her to her feet. He reached over, unsnapped the mesh, and pulled the dildos from her passages. "You have done very well so far, Bess but the night is young." With that he grabbed the chain attached to her collar and kissed her hard. Breaking the kiss, he nodded.

Someone grabbed Bess's hair and pulled her head back. One man held her arms while another tethered a gag around her mouth. The o-shaped ring was forced into her mouth and the leather strap was fastened behind her head. Her mouth was now held open wide. Suddenness of it caught Bess off guard. Remembering the safe word, she tried to say 'Red' but instead all she could do was mumble. She shook her head.

"Now, Bess," the leader said, "Something else for our pleasure." He placed a clamp on each of her nipples, pinching them. The pain was tremendous and it shot through her body. She moaned loudly. "You are taking this well." With that he placed two heavy brass bells on the end of the clamps. Their weight pulled each nipple down. Bess shook her head and her breasts moved too, causing the bells to ring. "That's music to my ears," one of the men said and the others laughed.

The pain on her nipples was intense and tears began to run from her eyes, smearing her eye make-up. She tried again to say the safe word but only drool came from her mouth dripping onto her chest.

"A final act. Ralph, are you ready?"

Bess's eyes grew wide as she saw Ralph. He was lying on his back on the mat. He was an older man who was very much over weight and his body was covered with hair. What caused Bess to stare in horror was raising from the hair between his legs was the biggest, thickest erection she had ever seen. It made the dildos seem small. The condom covered shaft shined in the light. The leader pulled on her chain, dragging her towards Ralph. She tried to resist but to no avail. Her cries became mumbles and seemed to be drowned out by the ringing of the bells on her swaying breasts. "Kneel, bitch," the leader commanded. Two men held her arms, lowering her down until the tip of Ralph's cock touch her pussy. The leader placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed.

Ralph's huge cock tore into Bess's pussy, stretching wider than ever before. Being so wet, it filled her completely as her pussy met his crotch. She tried to throw her head back but the chain was pulled causing her to fall forward. There was a padded bar that ran just under her breasts that supported her. Her ankles were fastened to the floor, keeping her legs spread and ass high. The chain was attached to a ring on the floor in front of her.

"So, you never been fucked in the ass," the leader said. Bess tensed as she felt his cock against her opening. He pushed and she felt him slide his entire length into her. She let out a long moan. "There is more, gentlemen. Use her."

A cock was shoved into her mouth harshly. Her hands were each placed around a hard erect cock. She was serving five men at once while others stood nearby, awaiting their turn. Her body began to match the movement of all five cocks.

Bess was awash in sensations. The heavy bells hanging off her nipples made music as each breasts moved and the pain became exquisite. Both her pussy and ass were filled and she could feel both cocks rubbing against each. She tried to close her mouth around the cock that was sliding in and out but to no avail. Her hands pistoned the cocks quickly.

She had lost control, not only of the situation but her body. Pain, fear, and the overwhelming sexual feeling caused her to orgasm over and over again. Each one getting stronger until she seemed to have no more to give. The men continued to use her until each one was fully sated. How many she didn't know.

When they recovered, she was unbound, shackles taken off, and the gag removed. She was given a glass of water and helped to her feet. As she stood, their cum leaked from her ass, chin, and breasts, dripping from her body. She was covered with their sperm. The leader approached and undid the clamps on her nipples. The sheer pleasure of the release sent ripples of pleasure through her. "You have done well, Bess," he said. "We hope you will honor us with your presents again."

Bess lowered her eyes, "Yes sire."

Richard covered her with a nondescript tan trench coat and led her from the room. They went down the back elevator this time into the rain to the waiting limo. The entire ride was silent as Bess was too dazed, too numb to speak. Reaching the condo, Richard escorted her to the door. He handed her blue dress, neatly folded, to her and tucked a thick envelope into the pocket of her coat. "Thank you" was all he said and left.

Bess staggered into the hallway and collapsed heavily on the bottom step. She held her head in her hands, trying to make sense of what just occurred.



Bess Ch. 09



Deidre rolled over and snuggled up close to Scott. She loved the feel of her hand on his bare chest. She was close to forty and being married to this man made her feel twenty again. As she listened to the rain against the window, she started to drift off to sleep, safe and warm. Suddenly she heard what sounded like knocking at the front door. She listened for the sound again. She was now certain she heard it.

"Scott," she whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Scott, wake up."

He stirred from his sleep. "What?" he mumbled.

"Wake up," she said a little louder. "Listen. There's someone at the front door."

"At this hour?" He looked at the clock. It read 3:30. "You have to be kidding me." He sat up and rubbed his face.

"What are you going to do?" Deidre asked with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"Go find out what's going on," he said. As he headed for the bedroom, he put on his robe. "Yes, I'll be careful."

"Who the hell would be at the door at this ungodly hour?" Scott said to himself as he went down the stairs. The thought suddenly came to him, "Just who would?" He picked up Mikey's bat that was leaning against the wall in the hallway. He flicked on the indoor light then the porch light. He peered through the peek hole. "Bess?"

Scott quickly opened the door and there stood Bess, soaked, her wet hair plastered to her head, still wearing the same tan raincoat Richard had given her.

"For God's sakes," Scott exclaimed. "Get in here before you get pneumonia."

She brushed past him quickly and stood in the foyer. She kept her head down and kept clasping and unclasping her hands in front of her while shifting her weight on her feet.

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Scott stepped towards her.

"No," Bess said, shaking her head. "Stay away."

It didn't take a lot of brains for Scott to figure out something was seriously wrong. "Dee, you better get down here. Quick!" he yelled up the stairs.

Deidre was already on her way down the stairs. She had heard Scott's and Bess' voice and figured she better get there. Halfway down the stairs she saw Bess. "Bess honey, what's wrong?"

Bess looked at her aunt. "Oh, Auntie!" she said and she rushed towards her. Bess threw her arms around Deidre and buried her face in her aunt's shoulder, sobbing heavily.

Deidre patted her on the back of head. "It will be OK. You're among family." She looked over at Scott. "I'll take her upstairs. You fix her some hot tea." With that, she put her arm around Bess's shoulder and led her upstairs.

Deidre took Bess to the master bathroom and shut the door. She could see that Bess had been crying long before she arrived here. Her mascara had run down her face and her lipstick was smeared also. She also noticed some type of red mark around her throat. "Just relax, dear," She said, "I get a warm washcloth and clean your face."

While Deidre had her back to her, Bess undid her raincoat and let it fall to the floor.

When Deidre turned, she saw Bess standing there, dressed only in a garter belt and blue stockings. "Good Lord," she gasped. Bess's nipples were purplish and swollen; there were red chaffing around her ankles, wrists, and waist; even her vagina lips were raw looking and distended. There was a white crusty yet gooey substance on her body. Deidre recoiled for a moment when she realized what it was.

"Oh, my dear child," Deidre said hugging Bess tight. "Auntie Dee is here for you." Bess began to cry again. "Look, get out this clothing. What you need is a nice hot bath. I'm here for you."

As the tub filled and Bess undressed, Scott knocked on the door. "I brought the tea. Can I help?"

Deidre opened the door a crack. "No, not really. Here," she handing him all of Bess's clothes. "Get rid of these. Also bring me your silk pajamas. Leave them outside the door."

Scott just stood there. As he started to ask, Deidre put her finger to his lips. "Don't ask. Just be a dear," and she shut the door.

Bess settled into the tub and let the hot water flow around her body. Deidre washed Bess's body slowly and gently. Bess closed her eyes, it reminded her of when she was little girl and her mother used to bathe her. She relaxed more as Deidre washed her hair. The water felt good and the hot tea warmed her.

The nurse in Deidre took over as she dried Bess in a fluffy towel. She checked the chaff marks and decided they were not bad. She put a soothing ointment on her nipples and even convinced Bess to allow her to put some on her pussy and asshole. She had Bess put on Scott's silk pajamas. They were too big of course but the material would feel good against Bess' skin. She gave Bess some Tylenol and put her bed in their bed. It took only a few minutes for Bess to fall into a deep sleep. Deidre then headed stairs to see Scott.

He was in the kitchen. "What is going here?" he asked.

"Please pour me some tea and sit down. I'll explain," Deidre said calmly.

They sat down next to each other. "Is she in some kind of trouble? Drugs?" Scott asked.

"No, not drugs. Why do you think that?"

"Because of this." He tossed a thick envelope on the table. "It fell out of the raincoat pocket." Deidre picked it up. "Dee, there is almost $15,000 in it! Where did she get that kind of money?"

Deidre shook her head. No wonder she was having such a hard time getting through to Bess. $15,000 for night's work! "No, it is not drugs. Do you remember that business card you brought home, 'Black Leather'?"

"Yeah," Scott said. His eyes widened. "You mean she is a..."

"Yes. Rather high class by the looks of it." She ran her fingers over the edges of the bills."

"And you knew about it?" Scott said raising his voice. 

"Shh, babe. Lower your voice. Yes, I've known about 4-5 months now," she quietly said.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"What were you going to do? Carly and I have been working together to get her out of the business. Carly has introduced her to nice guys hoping one would be Mr. Right. We've gone to movies together. Why do you think I have asked her to dinner so much. We've been talking to her, between her work and us, we have tried to keep her busy. Understand now?"

Scott got up and put his arms around his wife. "There must be something I can do."

"Yes, keep loving me." Deidre kissed him on the forehead.

"I don't understand. I always will but how does help Bess?"

"I don't know how loving a relationship my sister has with her husband. If we keep showing Bess that a man and woman can find true love, she'll realize it can happen. I don't know."

"That will be easy," Scott smiled, kissing her on the neck. "I'll start right now."

Deidre laughed. "I know you would but seriously, tomorrow you need to go over to Carly's apartment and get her some clothes. I'll call Carly this morning and give you a list of what to get. Right now, let's go to bed. We'll have to use the extra room."

The next morning Bess slept to almost 11 o'clock. She came down to the kitchen to find Deidre cleaning up. "Morning, sleepy head, how do feel this morning?"

"Sore, embarrassed, and famished."

Deidre cooked eggs, sausages and toast for her. Setting the plate down, she sat across from Bess. "Do you want tell me about last night? There is no one else here."

Bess told her everything, leaving no detail out. Deidre said nothing, just letting Bess talk. What Deidre heard simply amazed her. Maybe in her wildest dreams, she may have thought of something so perverse, so sexual but she couldn't remember ever thinking it.

"As they each took me, I had some of the greatest and longest orgasms I have ever had. I actually enjoyed it. That's what's wrong. I wanted those men to use me, abuse me. It frightens me."

Deidre took her hands. "Bess, you don't have to do this. You are too good a person to let anyone treat you this way. You're smart, you're beautiful, and you have a great future. I'll let you in on a little secret."

"What?" Bess asked.

"Your mom and I used to be a little wild when we were young. Your mom more than me. Yes, we liked sex. Then we got married and settled down. Unfortunately I picked the wrong man and by the end, sex wasn't even a thought. Then I met Scott. I shouldn't be telling you of all people but I can't get enough of him. But it isn't sex, it is love. I never put the two together until I met him. Here I am pushing forty and it took me this long to find that out."

"Go on"

"I think you are equating sex with someone needing you. The way you explained it to me was that you filled a need for them. They need you." Deidre's eyes began to fill up. "Bess, there is someone out there who loves you. Right now, you have a great number of people who do. Scott, Carly, your mom and dad, my two boys, and me. You need to remember this."

By now both were crying. "Yes, I will," Bess sobbed.

6 months later:

"You sure you are going to be alright in that big city?" Deidre asked.

"Yes, Auntie." Bess said. "Chicago's not that big."

Scott spoke up. "Yes it is. I want you to promise to come back a visit, a lot."

Carly gave her a big hug. "I'm going to miss you so much. We've been together since grade school. What am I going to do?"

"You going to marry that guy, have lots of kids, and let Auntie Bess spoil them." She wiped away a tear on Carly's face. "You'll be fine. It's only Chicago, maybe they won't like me." 

Deidre gave her one last hug. "You be careful. Will you know anyone when you get there?'

"Yes, a woman named Nancy. She has helped me get a place already." She kissed everyone goodbye and drove off to a new start. Tucked deeply in her luggage was a leather covered picture album.



Bess Ch. 10



It seemed that things were going well for Bess. It had been almost a year since that rainy night when she showed up at Scott's and Deidre's an absolute wreck. Her move to Chicago was paying off as the people there found out that she had a brain to go with her beautiful face and body. She was now a regular fixture on the news and was heavily involved in the Chicago sport scene. Despite this, she was weighing a job offer to be the PR director of a Chicago based company, one that included many more benefits.

Bess had moved far away from Minnesota and from her 'Black Leather' days but one of her clients remained close, very close. She had met Nancy over a year ago and from that one night their relationship had grown. The tough business side of Nancy still remained but she found that with Bess, she could let her feminine side come through and relax. It was a partnership with benefits.

What Bess truly knew was that without her aunt, there was no telling how far down the path she would have continued to travel. Deidre was there whenever Bess needed her and showed her that what she was involved in was so beneath her. Her aunt let her talk, explain her feelings towards 'Black Leather' and clear the air. Deidre never judged her, never scolded her but wouldn't let Bess backslide. They talked once a week and her aunt made it clear that she and Scott too, would always be there for her.

The time helping Bess was rough on Deidre though she never let on. She let Bess talk and describe some of things she had done. She couldn't believe that her own niece would be involved in something like this. In some way Deidre felt she let Bess down. She felt it was a way to clear the air but to her, some of the events were truly amazing. Each one of Bess's fantasies was a real eye opener. Deidre was afraid to admit that she learned some things from them and brought them home to try on Scott, never letting on where she got them from.

There were still some things that Bess mentioned that truly bothered her. One was the amount of money men gave her for one night. Was Bess really that good or are men that desperate? Another was some of the fantasies seemed to be quite perverted. The final one was that most of her 'friends' were married and kept these fantasies from their wives. Bess claimed she provided a service for them. What bothered Deidre was the idea that Scott might be hiding some from her. Worse yet, could she share hers with him? 

She had always had them. She used them when she masturbated but since her marriage to Scott, she hadn't the need. Seeing Bess's album seemed to rekindle some of them. One in particular stood out. 

When Deidre saw Bess' photo of the woman in her bedroom and there was an intruder in the doorway, she flashbacked to a time when she was babysitting and found the people's x-rated videos. She only watched one but it included a scene in which the woman was alone in her house and there was a break-in. The man attacked her and had his way with her. Deidre got so turned on by it, that she pulled her pants off right then and masturbated herself to a mind blowing orgasm. She used that scene often while in college and it never failed. 

Three times since viewing Bess's album, Deidre had dreamt that she was being taken by an intruder. It has been so real that she had been jolted awake and found her pussy sopping wet. She had decided she would talk to Scott about his fantasies and take it from there.

As the two of laid in bed, Deidre remove her finger from her mouth and began to circle Scott's nipple. She felt it harden under her touch. Scott sighed, "Hmm."

"Babe," she said softly, "Do you have any fantasies?"

"Yeah." He replied. Deidre's ears perked up. "What is it?" she asked.

"You and me on a warm, sandy, tropical island. Just you and me. We're making love as the warm sun beats down on us," he said, never opening his eyes. His cock began to grow hard just thinking about it. "Why?"

"Just wondering." She noticed his reaction. "Any fantasy woman?"

Scott wasn't sure where this was going but he decided to play along. "There is this woman. I see her every day either on my way to work or coming home." 

Deidre moved her hand down so she was moving it slowly along his stomach. "And?"

"Well, she has a great figure, nice firm breasts. When she walks, she moves in all the right places. Oh, and she has a fantastic smile."

Pushing off his chest, Deidre raised her head. "You seem to know her quite well."

"I think you do too," Scott continued. "She is a nurse at Dr. O'toole's clinic here in town. I'd bet she's pretty hot." He smiled.

The look of concern on her face turned to surprise. "Damn you!" she said, rolling on to her back. "You're making fun of me."

"Why?" Does it bother you that you're my fantasy girl? I see pretty girls all the time then I look at you. You're all I need and want. Sometimes I think my entire life with you is one big fantasy. Why all the questions? Have you been reading Cosmo again?" 

"Just curious."

"Do you have a fantasy?" he asked.

"Some but right now my fantasy is to make love to my husband, right here."

"I think I can make that one a reality." He said moving on top of her. "Oh, but if Kate Beckinsale calls, I'm out of here."

Later that week they found themselves with the house all to themselves. Both boys were away and so Scott and Deidre took advantage of the time. They ate a nice quiet dinner together and were able to talk about things that were interesting to them. Deidre set the mood by using candles and Scott brought home an expensive wine. They had a good laugh at that because even though they liked good wines it seems that their taste buds had gotten use to something a little cheaper. They retired to the den where Scott put on some soft jazz and kept the lights low.

Sitting on the couch, Deidre reclined and put her bare feet in his lap. Slowly he massaged her toes and feet. "That feels so good," Deidre sighed.

Scott moved up her legs, first massaging her calves, then her inner thighs. She shifted her bottom and spread her legs a little, giving more access to her thighs. She was wearing a small pair of shorts and they had ridden up. It felt so good and she knew where this was going.

"Did you hear about the break-ins a few blocks over?" Deidre said.

The question seemed so odd considering what he was doing. "What?"

"There was this break-in and the thief broke in to these people's house at night. Luckily no one was home. Imagine if just the wife was home when this happened?"

Scott kept rubbing Deidre's thigh as she told him this story. She seemed to be getting more and more into it as she related it to him. She went into detail about what the intruder must have been wearing, if he had a flashlight, etc. All the time she was talking, she was moving her ass around and moving her legs. It wasn't hard to guess that she was getting turned on, either by the story, Scott's massage, or both.

She suddenly swung her legs off his lap. Standing up she stretched, raising her arms above her, exposing her belly. "I didn't realize it was so late. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too long." She kissed him and headed towards the door. Before she left, she turned. "I hope that intruder doesn't come here tonight." And out she went.

What just happened here? Scott thought. With all Deidre's talk about fantasies, was this one of hers? This is crazy.

Deidre had hurried up stairs. This just might work, she thought. If not, Scott was still going to make love to her tonight. She undressed and put on an old short gown, one that might rip easily and not be a loss. She climbed into bed, pulled the sheets up to her chin, turned out the light and waited.

After about 15 minutes, Scott headed out of the den. He checked all the doors as usual, locking them and made his way to the stairs. There, neatly folded on the bottom step was a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a black turtle neck shirt. Next to them was a flashlight.

He shook his head. It seemed she thought of everything. He stripped down, including his boxers. He dressed in the outfit and then flipped off the light. The house was pitch black, even the nightlight at the top of the stairs was off. He suddenly realized his palms were sweating as he was wondering what was up there. He was getting into this. Switching on the flashlight, he headed up stairs.

Deidre saw the light play on the hallway walls. Minutes later she saw a dark form slip through the doorway. Light filled the room and a hand pressed across her mouth, forcing her against the mattress. "Don't scream, lady," the voice hissed. "All I want is your jewelry."

She nodded and he loosened his hold. She slid across the bed, away from him. "Don't hurt me," she whimpered. "I'll tell you where the jewelry is."

He watched her heaving chest. "I've changed my mind, lady," Scott said in a menacing tone as he moved towards her. "I don't just want your jewelry. I want you too."

"No, please," Deidre said. Even pretending, the danger felt incredibly right and exciting. Her heart pounded as she grabbed the sheets and pulled them up tight.

"You're not getting away," he said, "but you can try, of course." 

"Don't hurt me, please."

"I won't hurt you unless you resist." He grabbed Deidre's wrist and dragged her across the bed. He tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back.

Deidre's eyes widened. She tried to twist her head to avoid Scott's mouth which was slowly descending on her, but his hold allowed almost no movement. She used her fists to pound on his chest. His mouth captured hers, and the heat flowed through her lips. 

Scott released his hold on her hair. When he did, Deidre tried to escape. "No, let me go," she said, dragging her fingernails across his shoulder. A bright red track appeared across his skin.

"I don't think so." Scott spat the words out. He reached out and grabbed the front of her night gown. The fabric parted easily, leaving Deidre standing naked before him. For a brief second they stood looking at each other then Scott pushed down onto the bed and straddled her hips. He pinned her arms over her head with his hands. Deidre squirmed beneath him, trying to get free.

Somehow he had to get his clothes off but how. If he let go, she could get free. Holding both her hands with one of his, he reached and grabbed a pillow. There was a moment of panic in Deidre's eyes as she wondered what he was going to do with it.

"Look, lady, I'm going to place this heavy weight on your arms. It won't hurt but you won't be able to move it. Don't try anything dumb and you won't get hurt. Understand?"

Deidre nodded, amazed at Scott's resourcefulness.

Scott pulled the turtleneck over his head and tossed it on the floor. His sweatpants followed. His cock stood out from his body, erect and huge. Deidre stared at it. She wanted it in her badly.

"Don't make me, please. I'm a nice girl, please don't."

"You can't stop me," he grinned. He placed his cock at opening of her pussy. He could feel her wetness and the heat. "You want me."

Deidre shook her head from side to side. "No!"

He pressed his hips forward and drove his cock into her.

Deidre arched her back and screamed, "Oh fuck! Yes, fuck me." She came then came again. Scott had become so wrapped up the fantasy that he pounded his cock into her until he spurted his semen deep inside her. Panting, he collapsed on top of her.

Deidre could not believe how amazing this turned out to be. It was better than she ever imagined. She stroked his back and her fingers through his hair. "That was so good," she whispered.

"It was unbelievable," he said, his body limp and exhausted. The scratches on his body stung. As he rolled off her, Deidre noticed them for the first time. "Oh, babe, I'm sorry." She got up and walked, naked, to the bathroom. He watched her go. She returned with some ointment.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "One of my fantasies of long ago was to have some woman rake her nails across my back. Like you read about. "

"Glad I could oblige," Deidre laughed.

Scott sat up. "Was it what you wanted?" he asked.

"It was all and more. Last one to the shower has to scrub the other, all over."

They made love again in the shower, steaming water pouring over their soapy bodies as Scott pounded into Deidre's pussy from behind. When they were done, Deidre understood what Scott once said. Her life with him was one big fantasy.

Scott found her staring at him. "What?"

She stepped forward and kissed him. Hard, passionately. As she broke the kiss, she said, "I love you!"



Bess Ch. 11



Bess was so happy to see her aunt. It had been over a year since Bess left Minnesota and even though she had talked to her by phone, Bess hadn't seen Deidre in all that time. In the middle of O'Hare terminal, she gave her a big hug.

"Oh, Auntie, it is so good to see you again," she gushed and she kissed her cheek. "We have so much to talk about."

After grabbing her bag, Bess led her to the curb where they hailed a cab. Both entered it and they were on their way downtown.

"Hey, don't I know you?" the cabbie said without looking at her. "You're that sports lady at all the games."

Bess smiled. "Yes, I am. Nice of you to notice. Now please take us to the arena."

"Sure," he replied. "Wait till I tell the guys."

The cab drove them quickly to the game as Bess explained to Deidre what was going on. "I have to do the pre-game report, then the half time one, and then the postgame. I'll join you in the luxury box in between. If you want, you can watch me work. You can make Uncle Scott jealous. It is the network's box so there will be plenty of people there. Don't worry, I'll introduce you. You'll be fine."

Deidre barely had time to catch her breath, from the plane to cab and now the game. Things were moving quickly. "Wow! You're pretty busy. Did I come at a bad time?" 

"No, it is a great time," Bess explained. "I have the game tonight and then both teams, the Bulls and 'Hawks are out of town or off. I 'm off until the 11 o'clock news tomorrow night. So we'll have plenty of time together."

Bess was true to her words. Deidre stood nearby as she went through her routine and was very impressed with what she saw. Bess was the consummate pro. She asked the right questions, the coach and players seemed at ease with her, and the camera crew respected her. Up in the luxury box, Bess moved smoothly with the big wigs and seemed to fit right in. Yes, Deidre was very impressed.

The game ended with a Bulls' victory and after the wrap-up the two headed over to Bess' apartment. Deidre tried to remember everything so she could tell Scott but she wasn't much of a basketball fan. She knew he'd be jealous of her. Overall though she had a good time. They grabbed some Chinese take out for a late night feast and girl talk.

"Make yourself at home, Dee," Bess said. "If you want, you can change your clothes and put on something more casual. Relax."

Bess brought out an oversize Bear's shirt. "Here, put this on. It covers all." She already had on a Cub's shirt that reached to her mid-thigh. Barefooted, she headed for the kitchen. "Beer goes well with Chinese."

They spread out the food on the coffee table and sat on either side. They soon were laughing and discussing all sorts of things.

"Who was the big guy with the moustache?" Deidre asked.

"That's Jim, from marketing. Why?"

"Because I think he was hitting on me all game."

"That sounds like Jim." Bess laughed. "Thinks he's God's gift to women. He's married and his wife has him on a short leash. I believe if you came on to him, he'd wouldn't know what to do."

"Besides Jim, everyone else was very nice."

They talked about Carly and that she was getting married soon; the 2 boys and how college was looming for them; and of course Scott. It never ceased to amaze Bess how Deidre talked about him. She always was positive about their marriage and him. It was no act. She had never been happier.

Bess also noticed in the time Deidre knew Scott she had grown more attractive. Bess felt her aunt was always that way but now Deidre was showing it off. Whether it was self-confidence or something else, other people noticed it too. And it all seemed to come naturally.

Deidre put her beer down. "This might not be the time but I need to ask this. Why in Heaven's name did you get involved with Bonnie and Black Leather?"

"That's a fair question and I'll try to answer it," Bess began. " Since middle school, I've loved sex. From the first time I made myself cum, I knew I loved the feeling. In high school I found out I was pretty good at it too. The boys thought they were using me but really I was using them. Even the occasional girl was fine with me. Yes, Auntie, even Carly."

Deidre looked at her with a surprised look on her face. "Bess, you were so good at so many things in school. Why?"

"Maybe but it didn't come naturally. Carly was the really good volleyball player and she made everyone around her look good. Even my grades weren't easy. I was never sure what I wanted to do with my life and I didn't get much help."

"You're not going to blame..." Deidre said.

Bess raised her hand. "No blame but you know mom and dad weren't the best parents. I spent more time with you or over at Carly's. Both of them were sleeping around each, with numerous partners. Don't tell me you didn't know."

"I knew."

"So there's mom and dad, a great example of a loving couple. Then Uncle Joe leaves you for some younger bitch after you gave him everything. Every times I think of that, I can't believe it. Then Carly's mom walks out on Scott because he was stifling her. So when Bonnie approached me with the idea, I was open to it. I could do something I liked, was real good at, and make big money."

Deidre lowered her head and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. What changed your mind?"

"That night I came over to your house in the middle of night."

"You were in bad shape," Deidre said.

"Yes but that wasn't the reason I quit. What I learned that time was to never lose control of a situation. That wasn't going to stop me. What I found out was that I was truly loved no questions asked. You, Scott, and Carly were there for me 100%. Also the way you and Scott are so much in love with each, it is so obvious. It made me think there might be someone for me. Then Carly is the best friend anyone could have. Her boyfriend is a great guy. They are just perfect for each. She has been with me all the way. So I moved to Chicago, have a great job that I'm pretty good at, made some good friends, so here I am. And I owe a lot to you, Auntie." Bess raised her beer in salute. "Thank you."

Deidre awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee.

"It is about time you got up." Bess laughed. "Thought you might sleep all morning."

"Not use to staying up that late. You know, us old people."

"You're not that old and besides you look great. Why do you think Jim hit on you? You're one sexy lady."

Deidre blushed. "So where are we off to today?"

"Remember Ferris Bueller? We are going to have a day like his, without the parade."

"That's my favorite part." Both laughed.

Bess took her to the top of the John Hancock Building first so Deidre could get a good look at the entire city. The view took her breath away even though they didn't stand on the railing. "We're not in Minnesota any more," Deidre thought.

Then it was off to North Michigan Ave for shopping, people watching, and good eating. Deidre was amazed at all the activity on the street and the variety of stores. Scott had told her not to worry about money and to have a good time. Bess and she hit all the fashion stores and tried on as much clothes as they could. Deidre found a little black dress she just had to have. With Bess' encouragement, she brought it. Of course she got all the accessories too.

After a quick, light lunch, it was off to the art museum. They both went their separate ways while in the museum. Bess liked sculpture while Deidre was drawn to the Impressionists especially Renoir and Monet. Time seemed to stand still as she wandered the hallways.

"Well, how did you like it?" Bess asked as they entered her apartment. "A lot different than the Twin Cities."

"I'll say," she said as she collapsed on the couch, dropping her packages around her. "I can see why you love it here. There is so much going on but I'll take my home town."

"Don't get too settled in," Bess said, "We have dinner reservation for 7. Not real dressy but kind of upscale. I want you to meet Nancy. I think you two will get along fine. You have time for a bath or shower if you want one."

"That sounds nice." 

Bess and Deidre left the cab and walked a short distance to the restaurant. To anyone who noticed them they seemed like two attractive women out for a night on the town. Each wore dresses that complemented their figures without calling undue notice to them. Upon entering the restaurant, they headed for the bar. "Wait here, Auntie," Bess said, "I'll see if Nancy is here. If not, we'll wait here. I'll be right back." And she left.

Deidre stood at the end of the bar, waiting. Suddenly a man's voice said, "Hi there. May I buy you a drink?" He looked about thirty as he moved closer.

Totally flustered, Deidre said nothing for a few seconds, then mumbled, "No, no thank you." In her mind, she shouted, "Bess, where are you?"

Someone grabbed her arm. Bess! "Come on Dee, Nancy waiting for us." And pulled her away.

Making their way to the table, Bess leaned closer. "What's going on here? I leave you alone for a few minutes and guys are hitting on you. Twice in 2 days. What's your secret?"

Before she could answer, they were at their table. Seated there was a woman with short chestnut hair and sparkling green eyes. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties and as she stood, she was a little shorter than Deidre.

"Hi, I'm Nancy," she said. "You must be Deidre. I've heard a lot of good things about you."

Deidre shook Nancy's hand and sat down. Already she could see why Bess liked Nancy. It seemed she was the type of person you could talk to honestly and openly. "So you are a CEO of a large company. Bess told me last night."

With that, Nancy told her about herself. She was more than a CEO; she was part owner, a wife and a mother of 2 children. It seemed Deidre had a few things in common with her.

As dinner was served, Bess spoke up. "Auntie, I owe a lot to you. You have been more than an aunt. You have been a friend, a parent, someone I admire. I can never thank you enough so with Nancy's help, I'd like to give you these." She handed Deidre an envelope.

"You don't owe me anything," Deidre replied, pushing the envelope back unopened.

"Please take it," Bess' eyes said it all.

Deidre opened the envelope. Inside it were two plane tickets, good anytime, to the Bahamas. A note explained that all expenses were to be paid. "I can't take these."

"Yes, you can," Nancy said. "Bess has told me all you have done for her. She wanted to thank you in some special way. The trip was her idea. To make it really special, I said you could use my home in the Bahamas. I need someone to watch the house sometimes so think of you working for me that week."

"Still, I don't know."

"There is no discussion here," Bess said. "Besides you can't turn down a gift. You told me that yourself, many times."

Dinner was excellent and the conversation was too. The wine loosened up Deidre to the point that it seemed as if Nancy and her were old friends. Bess had to excuse herself before the dessert was served. She had to be at the studio for the 11 o'clock news. 

"Look, I have to go now," Bess said rising from the table. "Should be done by midnight."

Nancy looked at Bess then Deidre. "How about we go back to my place? It's not far and you can meet us there. Ok?"

"Ok with me. Auntie?"

The three left the restaurant together. Bess took a cab to the studio and the others walked to Nancy's apartment. It was quite a place.

"It's the company's. I stay here if I'm working late or there is bad weather or I just need time alone. Make yourself comfortable."

Deidre did just that. She removed her shoes and stretched on the couch. She stifled a yawn.

"I saw that," Nancy said bringing out two glasses and a bottle of wine. "You know if it is a problem, you can stay here. I'm sure I have something you can wear. Let's go look." 

Nancy led Deidre into the bedroom and walked to her dresser. She pulled open a drawer and stood looking into it. She reached in and took out 2 mid-thigh length nightgowns. One was light blue, the other dark pink. "We seem to be about the same size. Pick one."

Deidre chose the blue one and went the bathroom to change. After undressing and putting on the gown, it was obvious that they were only close in size. She opened the bathroom door and entered the room.

Nancy did a double take and then said, "Wow!"

Deidre's breasts overflowed the top and the thin straps strained to hold them. "I guess I'm a little bigger than you."

"That's alright. It's just us girls." Nancy thought to herself, "She looks fantastic," and an idea began to take shape. "Let's go back to the living room and talk."

Nancy poured a glass of wine for each of them as they sat at opposite ends of the couch. Nancy kept the lights low and turned on some soft music. They sat in silence, sipping their wine, both relaxed. 

Nancy broke the silence. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but did Bess actually seduced your husband?"

"Well, Scott wasn't my husband then. Bess introduced us later but yes, she did."

"That doesn't bother you?"

"Not really. Scott was going through a rough time. His wife had just walked out him so Bess decided she could help. A little unusual, I'll admit."

"Well, Scott is a very lucky man. Bess, now you." Nancy moved closer to Deidre and put her hand on Deidre's thigh.

Deidre took a drink of her wine and Nancy topped it off.

"Now it's my turn," Deidre said. "How did you meet Bess?"

"In all honesty, I was one of her clients. I was on a business trip to St. Paul and I wanted someone to be with. A mutual friend suggested Bess."

"So you and her...?"

"Occasionally. When we feel the need. Yes we are lovers but she is also my best friend. Perhaps you and I..." All the time Nancy kept rubbing Deidre's thigh.

Deidre looked at Nancy's hand and could feel the warmth. "Are you hitting on me?" she laughed.

"What would you say if I was? Would that be a bad thing?"

Sitting back in her seat, Deidre said, "I'd tell you that you are barking up the wrong tree. I'm not a lesbian, which is why I married Scott."

Nancy sighed loudly and replied, "I'm married too. Gay, straight, bi-, lesbian. We have all these labels that we place on everyone, like everyone belongs in a box. The gays in this box, the straights in this one. I don't consider myself a lesbian either. Some days I crave a big, hard, throbbing, pulsing cock. I want to lick it, suck it, and fuck it. Then there are other times, I feel like diving into the slick, silky soft folds of a creamy pussy. I want to lick it, taste it, and drink all the lovely juices."

Deidre felt her face blushing as she listened to Nancy. She had never in her life been sexually attracted to any woman, but there was something about Nancy that was getting to her. Maybe it was the alcohol. She realized that she had been holding her breath, listening to the sexy sound of Nancy's voice. When Nancy slid her hand higher on Deidre's thigh, Dee realized just how wet she had become.

Nancy slid closer and when Deidre looked at her, Nancy smiled warmly and said, "It's okay to try something different, you know. It won't mean you're a lesbian either, just that you are adventurous. Why don't you come with me to the bedroom. I'll let you decide how far we go, and if you are uncomfortable, we'll stop."

It was so difficult for Deidre to think straight at this moment. The past two days had been so great. "I...I don't think that...I could do that. I just..."

"Ssshhh, just let yourself go for a change," Nancy said, reaching up and caressing the side of Deidre's face. "Take a chance and allow yourself to have a very pleasurable experience. I promise you won't regret it."

"But...I never..." Deidre's mind was in a quandary. She knew she should say no, she wasn't a lesbian and she wasn't into having sex with someone she just met, but for some reason, she didn't no.

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

There was something about Nancy that Deidre couldn't resist. She was nervous and shaking as she nodded her head and whispered, "Okay, I'll try." She almost felt guilty when she said it and nearly recanted, but when she saw Nancy's bright beaming smile, she felt better.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you?" Nancy asked.

Deidre's eyes looked at Nancy's lips for a second, then back up into her eyes and she nodded. Once again Nancy smiled and moved closer. As she moved closer, Deidre could smell her perfume and it smelled really good.

The kiss was one of the most sensuous, erotic kisses she had ever experienced and it made her juices flow and her nipples harden. She had never felt such soft lips and when she felt the tip of Nancy's tongue touch her lips and slide between them, she almost had an orgasm right then. By the time the kiss broke, she was breathing heavily, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, the moisture causing her lips to shine

"Mmm, let's go to the bedroom," Nancy said, ushering Deidre down the hallway towards the bedroom. Like she was in a dream, Deidre allowed herself to be led into the bedroom and over to the bed. It was so strange to be here with this woman, who wanted to have sex with her, and the strangest thing was she wanted it too.

Deidre sat on the edge of the bed, her body trembling from nervousness and excitement. Nancy stood in front of her and caressed her face gently, pushing her hair to the side and tucking it behind her ear. She bent over, tipped Deidre's head up, and started kissing her face. Starting at her forehead, she slowly kissed down around her eye to her cheek. She moved close to her mouth, and then teasingly moved away, kissing back along her jawbone to the spot just below her ear. She spent some time gently kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling the sensitive spot. She could tell by her reaction Deidre was enjoying it.

Nancy moved up so her lips were at Deidre's ear and she whispered, "I want to lick every inch of your sexy body." She felt Deidre shudder. Nancy grinned as she moved down, licking Deidre's neck.

She had never been with a woman before but her whole body felt like it was melting when Nancy was nibbling below her ear. When she whispered that she wanted to lick every inch of her body, Deidre's pussy got wetter. God, how she wanted this woman more than anything right now.

Deidre felt the straps of her gown being pushed down and her top lowered. She could feel the cool air against her breasts.

"You are so sexy," Nancy whispered with a smile. Her hands slid down the sides of Deidre's breasts as she continued to kiss her on the cheek and below the ear. She slid her mouth around and kissed her. It was a deep passionate kiss and she slid her tongue into her mouth, causing Deidre to moan, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

This was more intense than the first one. Nancy's tongue was everywhere in Deidre's mouth. Deidre no longer cared. Her body was responding to every touch as if she was being shocked.

Nancy noticed a difference in this kiss about halfway through it. Whereas before, Deidre was stiff and tense, she was now responsive and relaxed. Pulling back from the kiss, Nancy leaned down further and kissed the top of one of Deidre's breast. She lifted it in her hand and looked at the erect nipple surrounded by a large, half-dollar size aureole. "Beautiful," she said and gently sucked the nipple into her mouth.

"Heavenly" was the word that came to Deidre's mind as to what it felt like having Nancy's lips wrapped around her nipple. She was so turned on at that moment that her panties were soaked from her flowing juices. She felt herself being gently pushed backwards and she allowed herself to be lowered across the bed, Nancy's lips never leaving her nipple. Nancy's tongue swirled around and around eliciting shivers of delight from Deidre. She squeezed her thighs together, her pussy throbbing.




Bess Ch. 11



Nancy was sucking hard on the nipple now, drawing more and more into her mouth. It felt so good that Deidre pressed her hands to the back of Nancy's head and moaned, "Oh God, yes."

Finally Nancy pulled off the nipple, her mouth making a loud smacking sound and leaving a red circle around Deidre's nipple. She looked into Deidre's face and said, " Beg me to lick your pussy. You know you want me to."

"Oh God, please lick me please. I need it so bad," Deidre moaned.

Nancy rolled Deidre's nightie up so it was bunched around her waist. Nancy stood between her legs and looked at the sexy sight before her. Deidre was squirming on the bed, her hips moving slowing as if begging for her touch. With a sly smile, she began to kiss her way up the inside of Deidre's thighs, first one side then the other. She made her way slowly, teasingly closer and closer to the panty covered pussy. 

As she moved closer, she slid her hands up the outsides of Deidre's legs until her fingers hooked the elastic band of her panties and she began to pull them down. She lowered them to the top of Deidre's bush and some hairs peeked out. Nancy pushed her face into the panties and breathed in the moist fragrance, her eyes closing as she inhaled deeply, enjoying the wonderful scent of Deidre's sexually excited pussy.

Deidre was about to go completely overboard by the time she felt Nancy press against her underwear. She could feel the coolness every time Nancy breathed deeply through her nose. She felt something else and it took her a few seconds before she realized that it was Nancy's tongue pushing against the fabric, forcing her lips apart.

Afraid she couldn't stand much more; she lifted her head and looked at Nancy. She said, "Good God girl, I need to cum so badly. Let me cum."

That was exactly what Nancy wanted to hear and she tugged Deidre's panties the rest of the way down, exposed her trimmed swollen pussy. She moved her head back between her legs, sticking her tongue out, moving it to within inches of Deidre's pussy. 

Deidre desperately needed to cum and when she saw Nancy's tongue moving right up to her pussy, she sighed loudly and dropped her head onto the bed in anticipation of the feeling, but it didn't happen. Once again she lifted up to see what Nancy was doing and saw her grinning just inches away from her throbbing pussy. 

"Is there something wrong?" she asked breathlessly.

"I want you to give me your word that you will lick my pussy too. I know that you've never done this before, so I thought that you might be hesitant to do me. Promise that you will and I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had."

Deidre was past thinking. She needed to cum badly. Without the slightest hesitation, she blurted out, "Yes! Yes I'll do it, whatever you want me to do. I promise, just please finish me."

Nancy dove in the wettest pussy she ever tasted, and began lapping up Deidre's juices. She was a woman on a mission, licking around the lips but intentionally avoiding the clit. She could hear Deidre moan and grunt and that pushed her on. Finally she slid the first two fingers of her right hand inside the hot pussy and curled them up, searching for the g-spot. She knew she found it when Deidre bucked and sucked in her breath. That was when Nancy went all in.

Deidre felt herself being invaded by two slim fingers. They rubbed the top part of the inside of her vagina until they hit a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. She jumped, and at that moment, Nancy clamped her mouth over Deidre's swollen clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub with her tongue, sending Deidre past the point of no return.

"Oh Fuck, yes! Yes! Oh God!" Deidre wailed as her whole body went rigid and her pussy began pleasurable spasms of orgasm. She tried to hold back, to ride it out. The feeling was so unexpected and strong and with Nancy's fingers rubbing inside her, the intensity became overwhelming. She lost control and squirted some juices.

"Oh yeah baby, let it go and spray that cum!" Nancy yelled as the spray squirted out around her fingers.

She felt Nancy redouble her efforts and the pleasure returned. This time she didn't fight it. She felt a gush come spraying out and Nancy pulled back her face but kept stroking that spot inside her, which made the orgasm go on and on. Deidre opened her mouth in a cry of release, "Oh fuck, yes!" 

Scott had made her squirt a few times, especially when he went down on her but nothing like this. She left a puddle on the floor and had to push Nancy's hand away as the pleasure became too much for her to take.

Nancy stepped away from the bed and went to the bathroom where she picked up a large bath towel and brought it back to mop up the puddle. Then she crawled onto the bed beside Deidre, watching her come back to earth after her orgasm.

"God you look so sexy after having an orgasm," she said.

Deidre grinned and giggled a bit. "I don't know how you did that but I'm so glad you did. I have never squirted like that in my life. I thought my heart was going to stop, but it felt so good." She reached down and pulled her gown off, stretching her hands over her head.

Nancy kissed Deidre on the shoulder and cupping her full breast, said, "So are you ready to do the same for me?"

"I think so. I want to try, but I've never done anything like this before. You'll have to bear with me."

"I think you'll do just fine," Nancy said with a warm grin.

It was hard for Deidre to explain her sudden attraction to Nancy. She had never even fantasized of doing another woman but it felt so comfortable with her. Looking into Nancy's green eyes, it seemed so right. She rolled over onto her side and slid her leg over Nancy's leg. She placed her hand on her breast.

"Let's take your gown off," she said, moving so Nancy could sit up. Nancy pulled her gown over her head, and then lay back on the bed so Deidre could explore her breasts.

And what beautiful breasts they were. Deidre loved how they looked, the nipples tilted slightly upward. She cupped one then the other. She noticed how smooth and soft the skin was. Nancy's breasts were smaller than Deidre's but still felt full in her hand. She lightly pinched each nipple until they both stood erect. All the while Nancy had a bemused smile on her face as she watched Deidre becoming entranced, staring at her breasts.

"Why do you try sucking them?'" she whispered.

Deidre nodded slowly, then in and took one of the nipples into her mouth. She gently flicked her tongue around the little nub, getting a gasp from Nancy. Taking that as a good sign, she sucked the other nipple also, this time hearing a 'mmm' sound from Nancy. Deidre could feel her own nipples begin to harden and her pussy clench as she continue to suck on Nancy's nipples. First one, then the other. The nipples were fun to suck on but she wanted more.

Getting on her knees, she looked at Nancy's panties. They were a frilly black mesh thong that barely covered her. Removing them, Deidre got her good look at Nancy's pussy.

Nancy kept her bush well trim but shaved around her lips. Deidre thought that it looked incredibly hot. The lips were puffy and already moist. She was surprised at how ready she was to lick pussy for the first time. She sighed as she moved closer, getting more turned on by the thought. She smelled the intoxicating scent of Nancy's pussy and her mouth watered in anticipation. Just as she was getting ready to taste the moist folds, her inner voice started saying, "What the hell are you doing?" and she froze. 

For a few moments, Nancy just lay there waiting for Deidre to start but when the moment dragged on; she sat up and said, "What's wrong?"

Deidre wasn't sure why all of a sudden she felt like she did, when just seconds before she was ready to dive in. Apparently after her orgasms or the alcohol wore off, she was having second thoughts. "I don't know if I can do this."

Instead of being angry, Nancy sat up and embraced Deidre. Then she pulled back and said, " It's okay if you can't continue but I really think that you should try. What's the worst that can happen?"

Deidre really wanted to. Her pussy ache and her mouth yearned to taste Nancy's juices. 

"So...are you going to eat me or do I have to take matters into my own hands?"

Giving a low moan, Deidre began to lean forward. This time, as Nancy began to lie back, she placed her legs around Deidre's neck and slowly pulled her forward. She didn't attempt to pull away this time. Instead she went for it, sliding her nose into Nancy's soft folds and driving her tongue into her pussy. She decided right away she liked the taste and from that moment on she had one task in mind. She would return the favor and make Nancy cum.

For the next several minutes, she licked, flicked and fingered Nancy's sopping wet pussy, trying to duplicate what Nancy did to her. As she continued to eat the sweet pussy, she slid her hand down to her own pussy. It was dripping her juices and hot to the touch. Quickly she found her clit and began to furiously rub it. The hard she rubbed, the more frantic was her licking.

Nancy saw what Deidre was doing and groaned, "Cum with me!"

All of Deidre's efforts paid off as Nancy began to cum. "Fuck me with your tongue, don't stop," she screamed. She didn't squirt but a lot of white creamy liquid seeped out of her pussy and she bucked against Deidre's tongue. Deidre tried to lick all of it into her mouth. She came herself and buried her face into wet pussy.

The two women collapse on the bed. For a few minutes, the only sound was their breathing as they tried to catch their breath. Nancy lifted Deidre's head from her crotch. "So how was it?" she asked.

"I still can't believe I did it. It was fantastic. Did I do you right?"

"You were great. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she laughed.

Deidre moved up beside Nancy and rolled onto her back, stretching. Nancy looked over at her and thought, "Good God, this woman is so sexy but she doesn't even realize it." Nancy leaned over and kissed her.

"I'm going to take a shower," Nancy said jumping off the bed. "Care to join me?"

"In a minute," Deidre sighed.

"Okay, well I'm going to jump in now." With that, she headed for the bathroom.

Deidre gave herself a few minutes to think about what just occurred. She just made love to woman, actually licked her pussy and allowed a woman to lick hers. She had at least three amazing orgasms and she didn't feel guilty about it. It was something she found enjoyable but definitely a one time fling. In the end it was missing something and she knew what it was. She smiled, got out of the bed, and headed for the shower.

Bess came in and found the two women in the living room, dressed in their nightgowns, enjoying a late snack and talking. "Sorry, I'm late but there was a breaking story. It turned out to be just a rumor but we needed to chase it down. Did you find something to talk about?"

Nancy looked at Deidre and smiled. "Oh yes we found plenty to talk about."



Bess Ch. 12



When Deidre got back from her weekend in Chicago she gave her best friend Charlene a call.

"Hey Char," Deidre said into the phone. "Are you free any time this week? I'd like to talk with you."

"There isn't any trouble, is there?" Charlene asked.

"Not really but I'd really like to talk with you."

"Okay. How about lunch Friday? 1 o'clock at Sergio's."

"Good. See you there."

Charlene was Deidre's oldest friend. They met in middle school and continued being close ever since. Even though they went to different colleges and took different career paths, the friendship never wavered. Charlene became an art teacher but had since branched out. She owned her own small art gallery and exhibited some of her own art there. They were in each other's weddings and were each godparent to one of their children. Charlene was there for Deidre when Joe left her and was the first one Deidre told about Scott. Deidre was there for Charlene when her mom died suddenly. They were more like sisters than friends and they had shared their dreams, hopes and fears with each other. There were no secrets between them.

Deidre showed up just after 1 and found Charlene seated in a back corner booth. "You're looking good," she said, kissing her cheek. 

Charlene was wearing a gray knit dress that hugged her figure. She had a figure any forty year old would envy. As a former gymnast, she was always petite but she claimed that growing boobs cut short her career. As always though, her raven hair was pulled back in some kind of bun, one that appeared hurriedly put together.

"You're looking good yourself. There is something different about you. Hair color? Lost weight?"

"No, I wish I lost weight," Deidre laughed as she sat down.

Charlene couldn't put her finger on it but there was something different about her friend that made you notice. Deidre was dressed in a navy blue knit skirt with an empire waist that just showed her cleavage. A small pearl necklace with matching earrings really added to the look.

The lunch was excellent and the two had a great time catching up on everything from the kids to work to Carly's up coming wedding. It felt good for both of them.

"Ok, why did you call me?" Charlene asked. "Is there something wrong?"

Deidre put her fork down and said, "Char, I'm in love, passionately, deeply in love."

Charlene laughed. "Well, two questions then. Do I know him? And does he love you?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm serious, Char. It is Scott, my husband."

"I don't understand. This a problem?"

"For the last year, I feel so alive and sexy too. I feel I could make love to him every day. I sleep in the nude because I want nothing between us. If we don't make love then I need him to hold me, touch me. It is more than just sex. I feel so alive, so good when I'm with him."

"I still don't understand," Charlene said shaking her head.

"I feel really good about myself and it seems other people have noticed it too. People have hit on me. And I like it but when they do it, it just makes me want Scott more."

"Why shouldn't men hit on you? You look great. You should feel good about it."

"Well, last weekend, a woman, a friend of Bess' came on to me." Deidre looked down at her plate and then back up. "And I let her do me."

"Oh my God, Dee! You had sex with her?" Charlene said. "Tell me about. Did you like it?"

Deidre told her everything, every detail. Charlene squirmed in her seat. She was slightly jealous as one of her deep fantasies was to see what it was like to make love to a woman and that woman was her best friend. Now her best friend had felt confident enough to actually do it.

"I'm not sorry I tried it. Yes, I liked it but when she left me alone in the bed I knew I wanted more. Not her but Scott. I needed to feel him, his arms around me, to finish me, and it would have been perfect."

"Does Scott know?"

"No, he doesn't," Deidre answered. "I haven't told him yet but I will. It was a one time thing."

Charlene took Deidre's hand. "I envy you. It sounds like you have a wonderful love life and with your husband no less. You were willing to try something new and different. You are pretty lucky."

"Lucky? Charlene, I'm forty years old and I'm acting like a horny teenager. I'm not confusing love with lust either. Do you think I'm going through 'the change'? Should I go to the doctor's?"

"No! Since I've known you, you have always been the sensible one compared to me. You're letting your feelings make decisions for you now and it's a little scary. Look at the results. You seem to be the happiest I've ever seen you. I say, 'you go girl' and enjoy it. You're in love with the man of your dreams. You deserve this."

"Scott and I are going to the Bahamas for two weeks, alone. I'm so excited about it that I'm actually a little afraid. Afraid of what I might do. Afraid I won't want to come back."

Charlene raised her glass. "To our husbands and lovers...may they never meet but in your case." Over the clinking of glasses, you could hear the two women laugh.

Deidre could not believe the house that Nancy allowed them to stay in at the Bahamas. Three of the four sides faced the ocean allowing a perfect view. The deck overlooked the beach that was about 150 yards away. There was a wooden walk way to the beach and about halfway was a screen house that had a king size bed in it. It was more than she imagined.

She stood on the deck and let the late morning sun caress her body. The ocean breeze was light and brought freshness to the air. Her body felt alive to the feelings and still tingled after last night's amazing love making. She was naked and had decided that she would remain that way for as long as she could. She liked the way she felt, free, open, and ready.

Scott came up behind her and put his arms around her. She reached behind her and pulled him close. She could feel his nakedness. Pushing her head back on his chest, she said, " Great view."

"It certain is," he replied and he kissed her neck.

"I meant the beach," she laughed.

Deidre leaned forward and waved to a young woman down on the beach. She waved back. It was Marie who was from Montreal and she was here on her honeymoon with her husband, Jean. Deidre and Scott met them yesterday.

Yesterday Deidre and Scott went down the long wooden walk to their own private beach. Deidre had bought a few bathing suits with her and today she had on a metallic blue bikini. It was one she knew that she would never wear any place else. The top barely covered her nipples and hardly held in her breasts. The bottom was very skimpy. So skimpy that she had to shave her pussy. Not all of it as she left behind what the suit would cover. After the first day, the top was gone and she knew the bottom would soon be going.

She had convinced Scott to wear one of the French cut swimsuits. He argued at first but gave in. When she told him he needed a trim he changed his mind. She did her best to change it back so there he was, wearing the suit. He was sitting next to her, reading a book. After a bit a couple in their mid 20's years wandered on to the beach, spread their blanket about 60 feet away and stripped. The girl was cute, a bit pudgy, with nice tits. They were all soon soaking the rays. 

Scott started to get up.

"Hey, where are you going?" Deidre asked.

"To tell them this is a private beach," he explained. "They can find someplace else."

She touched his arm. "It's okay. They aren't hurting anyone. Let them stay."

Scott went back to reading his book for a while and when Deidre looked back their way she was totally surprised. The young woman was lying on her back and the man was between her legs licking her pussy. 

She nudged Scott and they watched quietly. The girl was moaning and quivering, at times she was pulling on her nipples, at others she was pulling his face into her pussy. She acted like they were all alone. After a bit, time seemed suspended as she came in a moaning, shuddering orgasm. The man rolled over and picked up his drink while she lay there with a glazed look in her eyes.

Scott had a serious hard on, as did the guy. He said he had to cool off and got up to walk down the beach. Deidre sat there, her pussy leaving a damp spot on her suit. She slipped off her bikini bottom and spread her legs. The breeze felt good on her pussy. She casually glanced toward the other couple to see what would happen next. All the time she was amazed that the man did not touch his cock although she could see it was hard and throbbing. She unconsciously licked her lips. The woman just lay there like she was down for the count, legs spread, wet pussy gleaming.

Deidre thought well, maybe he'd get his reward tonight. Deidre noticed that his cock never really went down. She gave a few quick glances his way and he seemed to have some kind of ring at the end of it. For the life of her, Deidre couldn't figure out what it was. Soon the woman revived and started reading a magazine. 

Scott came back with his suit in his hand and whispered, "I can't watch much more of that."

The sexual tension was up between Deidre and Scott as they talked quietly about their new neighbors. She asked him if he noticed that young man had a ring at his cock's head. Scott laughed. "I wasn't looking at him!" Scott's own cock was at half-mast and dripping pre-cum. When Deidre glanced back at the couple, the woman was softly rubbing her pussy with her right hand. 

The guy seemed unaware and was watching something further down the beach. Deidre was somewhat mesmerized as the girl began to rub her pussy. At times she rubbed the lips and then she would spend a little time concentrating on her clit. Deidre was watching this from about 60 feet away and it was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. 

Scott was deep into his book, trying to act calm so she bumped his knee and motioned toward the neighbor, and put a finger to her lips lest they spoil the show. Scott's cock quickly sprung to life and was now fully hard and throbbing. The man, Jean, turned back and saw what was taking place with his wife. He started to slowly stroke his cock as he watched his wife get more and more into rubbing her clit. 

Scott looked over at Deidre and she had her legs nearly closed, but her hand between her upper thighs. The neighbor was beginning to hump her butt up and down and rub her pussy more frantically as her moans grew louder. Deidre had her eyes glued to the scene before her and had opened her legs and began to play with her clit in earnest. She sighed quietly.

Here they were an older couple with a couple of 20 year olds next to them, all masturbating like they were all alone. The man leaned over and began to kiss his wife while she continued to moan and play with her pussy. 

Deidre was getting more and more into her own thing, so Scott turned to her, dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping as he sucked on her lips and began to flick his tongue lightly over her clit. She tasted fantastic and the new smoothness of her pussy caused Scott to want more.

Deidre began to tell him what was happening with the other couple in between her own moans of pleasure. "She's coming, she's coming," she cried, and then she began to shudder through her own orgasm. "Oh God, Baby, Yes. Don't stop," she moaned Her leg clamping tightly to his head as she begged him to stop just as she was begging for more just a few minutes before. 

Scott sat back and looked around. There were 2 satisfied women and 2 guys with raging hard cocks. 

They looked at each other, the young man grinned and went back to stroking his cock. To Scott's surprise and great satisfaction Deidre dropped down and began to suck his cock. It felt so great as she tongued the head and then slid the full length down her throat. 

The other man had his eyes glued on them as he pumped his cock while the girl was beginning to come around after her orgasm. He pointed and apparently asked for the same treatment. She smiled and got on her hands and knees. She reached and placed a finger in the cock ring. She began to pull on it. It was attached to rod that had small knobs on it and it began to slide out of Jean's cock.

Scott suddenly realized that rod was inside his cock and that was why he had an erection for so long. The girl pulled on the ring as she stroked his cock. She pulled the rod completely out of his cock and his cock began to spew his cum.

That was the final straw. Scott began to shoot his load into Deidre's mouth as she greedily swallowed trying to keep up. "Yes, Babe. Take it all!" 

After a few minutes Scott and Deidre walked down for a short swim to wash the cum off. As they came out of the water the neighbors were headed in. The two couples smiled as they passed. When they came out Deidre invited them over. They were a little hesitant at first, but soon relaxed. Deidre and the young woman hit it off right away and they soon were talking like old friends. It seemed she was somewhat of an exhibitionist and he liked to watch her in action.

The hour grew late so they said their good-byes. 

"I hope we can see more of each other," Marie said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh, I think we will," Deidre smiled back.

As they headed back towards the house, Scott asked, "What was that all about?"

"What?" answered Deidre.

"I saw that little exchange between you and Marie. What's going on?"

"This," Deidre said, grabbing his hand. They stepped into the screened house and she pushed him onto the bed. She straddled him and began to rub her soaked pussy along his semi-hard cock. "I'm so hot right now. I need you in my pussy."

It didn't take much coaxing for Scott's cock to respond. Deidre rocked her hips and she felt the tip against her opening. She pushed back and he easily slipped into her. "Oh," she gasped. "You feel so good."

Deidre sat up so she could have the full length of Scott in her. She wriggled her hips and pressed down on him. She began to grind her clit on him. "Oh, babe, it feels so fuckin' good. I want it to last forever."

Scott slowly began to move his hips up and down, moving his cock only a few inches. He could feel her pussy clench, and then release him. He placed his hands on her breasts and rolled his thumbs over her erect nipples. "Take it slow baby. Let it build. We have all the time in the world."

It was true. It seemed that time had stood still for them and nothing else matter but their own pleasure. Deidre could feel the warm setting sun on her back and the sea breeze caused her skin to tingle as it gently caressed her. The feeling within her body was beginning to build and try as she might to control them; her hips began to move in rhythm with Scott. 

They began to move faster with Deidre rising up until only the tip of his cock was in her and sliding down his length. It felt so good and she could feel her orgasm building. It was going to be a good one, one of many that she wanted. The feeling spread from her pussy as she moved faster.

"Oh baby, it's going to be good," she moaned. Deidre leaned forward to put her weigh on her arms.

Scott grabbed her breasts and squeezed. "Come on babe. Let go."

Deidre wanted to stretch it out, make it stronger, last longer but her body was not hers to control. The squishing of pussy juices became louder as she moved faster. Beads of sweat formed on her skin as the feeling grew.

Her orgasm came faster and harder that she expected. Her hips moved up and down as she tried to ride it out. She let out a long loud moan. It felt great.

Suddenly on the last up stroke, Scott's cock popped out of her pussy, leaving it empty and wanting. "No, oh no!" she groaned. Her orgasm, which started out so good, began to subside. She collapsed on Scott's chest and grounded her pussy against him, hoping against hope to somehow get his cock back in her. "No, no," Deidre sobbed, unsatisfied.

Scott knew exactly what she wanted and he wanted it too. A minute ago the sexiest woman in the world was riding his cock and was about to have a wonderful orgasm. He needed to give it to her.

He hooked his arms under hers and rolled her onto her back. Moving his arms to her legs, he pushed them back towards the bed. In this position, Deidre's glistening pussy was wide open and inviting. Effortlessly, he entered her, filling her completely, his balls slapping her ass. They locked their eyes on each other. The two of them were completely in sync, overcome by the need to reach a sexual high.

"Sweet Jesus!" Deidre cried out as Scott began to piston in and out of her. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Quickly the feeling began to spread over her but this time it was like nothing she ever felt. Her skin began to tingle and her breathing became shorter. She locked her legs around Scott and ran her hands down his back, across his ass and back again. She tried to talk but nothing but moans escaped her lips.

When she came, it overwhelmed her senses. "I'M CUMMING!" she screamed and she arched her back, nearly lifting Scott off her. The tent seemed to turn red as she thrashed under him. She moaned and whimpered, unable to form words. It went on and on, unlike anything before. As one ended, another one rode over it.

"Dee, are you OK?" Scott asked softly.

She tried to answer but no words would form. How could she tell him that she was more than OK. She seemed to be a sexual haze as her body continued to spasm. She tossed her head from side to side trying to catch her breath. She spread her arms out to the side and shook them.

"Babe, are you all right?" There was more urgency in his voice.

Deidre opened her eyes and looked into his face. She placed her hands along side his face. "I'm...fine," she gasped and then kissed him hard. As they kissed, Deidre could feel his hard cock move slowly in her. She began to move her hips to match him.

Scott moved faster, going deeper with each stroke. Again the feeling began to build. She knew she couldn't stop it. "Oh no, not again, no," Deidre moaned. She wasn't sure she could take it. She wanted it. She needed it badly

Again she came hard. "Yes, yes. Oh God, fuck me! Keep fucking me," she screamed as it swept over her. Her pussy clenched against his cock. Again her body was out of her control as her orgasm roared over her. Her pussy juices flooded the bed. Her arms and legs clamped around Scott.

Scott couldn't hold back no longer and as he came, he let out a primal scream. He filled her with his cum and then collapsed, out of breath.

Deidre didn't remember going up to the house and being placed in the bed. Everything was a delicious fog. When she awoke, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening to Scott softly snore. She thought to herself, "All my fears are coming true. I'm becoming a sex fiend, for my husband." She clasped her hands behind her head and gave out a little chuckle. "There could be worst things."



Bess Ch. 13



She stood on the deck and let the late morning sun caress her body. The ocean breeze was light and brought freshness to the air. Her body felt alive to the feelings and still tingled after last night's amazing love making. She was naked and had decided that she would remain that way for as long as she could. She liked the way she felt, free, open, and ready.

Scott came up behind her and put his arms around her. She reached behind her and pulled him close. She could feel his nakedness. Pushing her head back on his chest, she said, " Great view."

"It certain is," he replied and he kissed her neck.

"I meant the beach," she laughed.

Deidre leaned forward and waved to a young woman down on the beach. She waved back. It was Marie who was from Montreal and she was here on her honeymoon with her husband, Jean. Deidre and Scott met them yesterday.

"Hey, I feel you back there." She moved her ass from side to side feeling Scott's hardness grow between her cheeks. "Didn't you get enough last night?" How could she tell him she didn't either?

Deidre rose up on her toes and reached between her legs. As she gripped his erect cock, she gave a little shiver. It felt velvety yet firm. She rubbed it up and down her slit allowing her wetness to cover the tip and then positioned it at her opening. Scott gave push and he easily entered her.

"God, Dee," he gasped. "You feel so fuckin' good."

Deidre sighed in agreement as he began to thrust in and out. "That's it, baby. Keep doing it, nice and slow."

This was so different than last night. Last night there was urgency, a desperate need between them. It was primal, animal-like. This time it was slow, deliberate, and relaxed. The feeling that she felt was warm and it radiated from her pussy outward. She knew that when she came it would be slow, deep, and one she could ride for a long time. She closed her eyes and let out soft, quiet moans as the feeling grew.

When the first orgasm swept over her, it was like a small rolling wave at the beach. It broke gently and caused her to let out a long moan of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around Scott's cock and began to milk it.

Scott began to thrust faster causing a second orgasm for Deidre. "That's it," she moaned. "Keep it up. Right there. Oh yeah." Her pussy tightened around his cock. To Scott it felt like his cock was encased in a velvet vise. "It feels too good, Dee," Scott groaned. "Oh, babe!"

Deidre stood up causing his cock to slip from her. Quickly she dropped to her knees in front of him. She slipped the head between her lips and began to suck. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside. She could taste her own juices as she sucked harder. With one hand, she fondled his balls; rolling them between her fingers while her other hand found her clit and rubbed it.

"I'm going to cum!" Scott said between clenched teeth.

Deidre wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked it hard. When he came, she felt his salty cum hit the back of throat. It caused her to cum, a nice, satisfying one as she swallowed all of his semen. 

Deidre rocked back on her heels. She looked up at him and smiled. Scott reached down and lifted her up. They kissed and held each other, allowing their hands to roam over each, taking in that post-orgasm feeling.

There was knock on the door.

"Who the hell is that?" Scott snapped.

"I'll go see," Deidre said. She made no effort to grab any clothing as she padded to the door. She had decided she was going to be naked as long as she could today and no visitor was going to change her mind. Besides she was pretty sure who it was.

"Hi Marie," Deidre said cheerfully as she opened the door.

Marie took a step back as she saw Deidre standing there naked. "Um, I'm sorry," she stuttered. "I can come back if this a bad time."

"Don't be silly. Come in." Deidre took Marie by the hand. "Scott, it's Marie."

Scott came into the room. He had put on a pair of shorts as he wasn't that comfortable being naked in front of people especially young women they just met. "Hi," he said.

Marie looked at Scott then Deidre and it didn't take a rocket scientist to see she interrupted something. "I better come back."

"You'll do no such thing." Deidre said. "What do you want?"

"OK then. I wanted to know if you wanted to sunbathe together. Maybe talk and get to know each other better but if you have other plans..."

"No that sounds great. Just let me get some things." Deidre walked off towards the bedroom. As she did, Marie watched her go. She smiled as she admired her ass. Deidre had a really nice body. No wonder she liked showing it off.

The two lounged on the beach, taking in the sun and breeze. It seemed natural that they should be naked even though they just met yesterday. Anyone strolling by would assume the two were good friends or sisters possibly mother and daughter. Deidre's body showed off her full breasts and flaring hips. It was the body of a mature woman who had every right to be proud of it.

Marie had checked Deidre out and was very impressed with what she saw. She hoped that when she got older, she could pull it off like her new friend. Her own breasts were not as larger but the areolas were larger. Her nipples, when aroused, stood up like small erasers and were very sensitive. She carried a little more weight than she wanted but she wasn't by any definition fat. No man ever complained. She kept her pussy completely shaved and had since she was 14. It seemed odd but she was proud of it and liked to show it off.

Marie liked showing off her entire body. When she was in high school, she would walk around her home with very little on especially when her older brother and friends were around. She loved the reaction and comments it caused. As she got older, she grew bolder. She wanted to try new things, experiment, be curious. Yesterday was just an example.

Her husband tried to go along with some of it but she knew it bothered him at times. She tried to curb some of her ideas but she felt she should do what she wanted too. Besides she never said no to making love to him. He also seemed to like it when she took control and dominated him. 

She looked over at Deidre and smiled. "If I had her body," she thought, "What possibilities."

They sipped some wine coolers and talked. Just like being naked together, the conversation was easy and relaxed.

"I hope you are not embarrassed," Marie said, "but you have a fantastic body. It is so natural, so real."

Deidre was embarrassed. She didn't show off her body because she wanted to impress anyone. She was just comfortable with it and it made her feel good. "Thank you."

"No. I really mean it. Your husband is a very lucky man," Marie swung her legs around so she was facing Deidre.

"I'm a very lucky woman to have Scott. I couldn't ask for someone better."

"What I saw of him yesterday, I think I understand." Marie was very impressed with what she saw of Scott's cock. It appeared bigger than her husband's but was it? "So he is a good lover?"

Even though the question caught Deidre off guard, she answered it quickly. "Scott is the love of my life. In all ways, I couldn't ask for anyone better. He is the answer to all my needs. All my needs."

Feeling a little bolder, Marie leaned closer. "Your breasts look great. May I touch them?"

Deidre sat up and moved the edge of the lounge. Their legs were now between each others. She lifted her arms up behind her head. "Go ahead, if you want to."

Marie cupped each one in her hands. They felt full, firm yet soft somehow. "Wow! They seem so nice." She jiggled them and laughed. "Not like mine." She moved her hands to her breasts and tried to jiggle them.

"Don't sell yourself short, Marie. They are perky." Both women laughed.

"Are your nipples sensitive?" Marie asked. "Sometime I can bring myself off just by playing with them." She leaned forward and placed her hands on Deidre's breasts. As she did she lightly grazed her nipples with her thumbs.

A small electric feeling went from them straight to Deidre's pussy. She gave off a short gasp. "Where did that come from?" she thought.

Marie noticed it too. She gently rolled each nipple between her thumb and finger. Each one grew erect as she continued. "From your reaction, I take that as yes."

Again she brought her hands back to her own breasts. Deidre watched as the young girl pinched and rolled her nipples. Quickly they grew hard and erect, standing out further than Deidre's. With each tug, Marie wiggled her bottom. "See, real sensitive."

She reached out and taking Deidre's hands placed them on the breasts. Deidre instinctly began to massage them. "Oh, that feels so good," Marie sighed.

She was right, Deidre thought, it did feel good. She moved her fingers to the nipples and rolled them between her fingers. She could feel her own nipples grow hard and her pussy damp. 

"Have you ever been with another woman?" Marie asked softly.

"Yes, once," Deidre answered.

"What was it like?"

"It was nice, different. No, actually it was wonderful."

Suddenly Marie leaned forward and kissed Deidre's nipple. The sudden movement caught her by surprise and she gasped. Marie placed her lips around it and began to suck. The sensation went straight to Deidre's pussy causing it to tighten and Deidre to let out a long moan.

Marie's hand massaged that breast while with the other she twisted and pulled on the other nipple. Deidre slid forward and pressed her pussy against Marie's leg. Slowly she moved back and forth, rubbing her pussy on it. The feelings she was experiencing were delicious. Her breaths came shorter.

For the first time being with a woman, Marie certainly knew what to do. She used her tongue and mouth in ways to send continuous spasms through Deidre's body. She moved her hands from Deidre's breasts moving them around her and slowly gliding down to her ass. She slid them under her lifting and spreading Dee's cheeks until Deidre ended up astride her leg.

Deidre was awash with feelings. She pressed her pussy hard against Marie all while riding her leg. The young girl had spread her ass cheeks making her feel wide open. Deidre placed her hands behind Marie's head urging her to take more of her breast. "Oh, oh,yes," she softly moaned.

She had closed her eyes and blocked out everything but the intense feeling that was growing inside her. Her body tingled with excitement awaiting release. Suddenly Marie removed her mouth from Deidre's nipple and eased her off her leg.

Confused, Deidre pleaded, "Don't stop. Why did you stop?"

"Listen," Marie whispered.

They could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the wooden steps and a man whistling. They quickly untangled themselves as he came into view. It was Scott. 

"Hi, ladies," He gave Deidre a quizzical look. "Is everything alright?" He couldn't miss that both seemed to be a little short of breath and flushed. He also noticed how erect Deidre's nipples were. "What's going on?" 

"Nothing," they both quickly replied.

"Really?"

"Yes, Scott," Marie answered. "It is just hotter out here than we thought. Also too many wine coolers. Right, Deidre."

"Yes. Yes that's right."

"Deidre and I were just saying that we should go out tonight. Dinner and dancing. What do you say?"

Scott looked at Deidre. He felt there was more to this than the heat. "Sure," he said. "Sounds like fun."

Deidre stood up. Quickly she said, "Good. Any place in mind?"

"Yes. Jean and I found a great place last night. We'll pick you up." Marie stood up. "Look I better check on my husband. He drank a little too much last night." Before she left, she gave Deidre a light kiss and slid her hand along her arm. "Until tonight."

Deidre picked up her stuff. "Come, let's go up. I need a shower."

Scott grabbed her arm and spun her towards him. "What's going on between you two?"

"Nothing," Deidre said moving away. "Let's go."

Scott followed her up the stairs. He watched the gentle swaying of her ass and though to himself, "God, you are one lucky guy."

Upon entering the house, he quickly removed his shorts and headed for the master bedroom where a large shower awaited. He found Deidre sitting on the bed. "Aren't we taking a shower?"

"Scott, we need to talk."

"OK." He walked over and sat next to her.

"I need to tell you something. Promise you won't say anything until I'm finished. Promise."

He could tell by her voice and her look that this was serious. "I promise."

She held both his hands and began. "It happened when I went to visit Bess in Chicago. I met her friend Nancy then. We hit it off real well and when Bess went off to work, the two of us went back to Nancy's place. We had a number of drinks and..." She paused. 

"Go on," Scott said. All kinds of thoughts were racing through his head.

"She seduced me. No, I let her. I let her do me. Then I did her."

"You two... you made love together?" 

"Yes, we did. I never told you because I cheated behind your back. I couldn't tell you because I was afraid you might be angry. That I might lose you because I cheated." She stated to cry. "I love you so much that I couldn't bear losing you because of my stupidity."

Scott pulled her close and hugged her. She buried her face into his chest and he could feel her warm tears on it. What should he say?

"You aren't going to lose me that easily. Let's just say I'm surprised that you did that. I never thought in a million years you be telling me this story. On one hand, the guy in me likes the idea of his hot wife with a woman. On the other hand, I'm am pretty angry at you."

Deidre lifted her head and look at him. "You are? Because I cheated on you?"

"Yes I'm angry," Deidre could tell by his tone of voice he was upset. "And a little hurt. I'm not mad that you were with a woman. I guess you think you cheated on our marriage but I don't think so. You experimented, that's all. I'm mad because you were afraid to tell me. Afraid I might leave you? Am I that shallow?"

"No, no," she said shaking her head.

"One serious question though. Did you do it because of me? Am I not giving you something you need?"

"Oh God, no!" Deidre hugged Scott as hard as she could. "You give me everything I need. You are here for me all the time. When we are together I can't get enough of you. The mere touch of hand makes me feel good. When we are apart, I miss you terribly. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I tried to say no to Nancy because I didn't want to cheat on you. But I did. Then I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry."

"Remember when you thought you lost your engagement ring? And you thought I'd be so mad so you didn't tell me about until I asked? What did we agree to do?"

"Not to keep secrets from each other."

"Right. We found the ring together. You should have told me when you got back.

"So you forgive me?'

"Nothing to forgive except you needed to tell me things. My first marriage went bad because of secrets. Not letting that happen to us. OK?"

"OK"

Hey, wait a minute!" He fell back on the bed. "When I came down to the beach today, you and Marie. You and her were...Wow!"

Deidre fell back so she lay across his chest. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she reached down and lightly touched his rapidly hardening cock. She pushed herself off the bed. 

"Maybe. You never know," she said with devilish grin. "Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!"



Bess Ch. 14



Chapter 14

Scott awoke from his sleep and looked around. Deidre and he had taken a shower and decided to take a quick nap to be refreshed and ready for tonight. Deidre had made some plans with Marie for dinner and dancing. After a quick session of love making in the shower, they decided they needed to recharge their batteries. Besides it gave them an excuse to lie together under the light covers.

Deidre was lying close to Scott with her head on his shoulder and one leg across his. His arm was under her with his hand resting on her shoulder. He wiggled his fingers to make sure they weren't asleep. The movement caused Deidre to squirm but didn't wake her. She sighed and snuggled closer. Scott gave her a quick look.

Lying here in the quiet he began to think. Marrying her was the best thing that ever happened to him. He really couldn't remember being so happy. He realized that with Denise, his first wife, he wasn't happy. Oh they had good times together and raised two great kids but there was something missing. Denise left because she said he was smothering her and she was right. They were smothering each other. He guessed they were in love with the idea of being in love not really in love with each other.

It is so different with Deidre. He seemed to be in love with her from the very beginning. It was like they were meant to be together. To him she was perfect for him. There were times she made him mad but they were few and far between. He knew he made her angry more times than that. It was like she rubbed off his rough edges. She opened his eyes to what is truly right, a good wife and family; not work and money. Funny but since she entered his life neither of those were a problem.

And the sex was fantastic. From the very first time in the concession stand it had been great. Lately it seemed that Deidre had grown more confident and open about sex. Also it seemed to Scott that they were truly making love each time, whether it was a quickie, or slow and passionate, or like last night, crazed. They had connected in some way he didn't truly understand.

He thought back on what she told him that afternoon. She did it with another woman. He never thought she would do that. It seemed she enjoyed it too. Also he was puzzled by his own reaction. If it had been 10 years ago with Denise, he would have blown a fuse over it. Even after thinking it over, he wasn't upset by her confession. He did wish she could have told him earlier though. Did he really feel that at ease and confident about their love?

And who was this woman who could seduce Deidre? From what Deidre said, she must be quite the woman. Would he ever meet her? All he knew she was a friend of Bess' and owned this wonderful place. And had allowed them to stay here rent free! Interesting.

And what about this Marie woman? He felt he interrupted something this afternoon but what? Was Deidre doing some more experimenting or something else?

Deidre opened her eyes and smiled. "Hey babe. What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"You can be thinking of nothing. That's impossible."

"OK then," Scott said. "I was thinking about how great your body feels and how I want to fuck your brains out."

"Sounds yucky," she laughed. "Beside we are going out tonight and we need to get dressed." She threw off the covers. She gave a small laugh as she saw Scott lying there with a raging hard-on. "Hold that thought until tonight. I promise it will be worth it." She gave him a squeeze and headed off to the bathroom to freshen up.

Deidre stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought about what occurred this afternoon with Marie. "Did she really want to have Marie or was she just caught up the moment?" she thought. "What about Scott? He seemed OK, almost turned on about it, seeing her with another woman. Did he want a threesome? With Marie?"

This was new ground for Deidre. She and Scott had never even talked about sharing their bed with other woman. Yes another woman because Deidre had given no thought of another man. Scott was man enough for her. Besides if she did, it wouldn't be with Marie's husband, Jean. There was nothing she found attractive about him. She laughed. Even his cock was unimpressive.

So if was to be Marie, somehow she have to get a feeling from Scott if he wanted to and then ditch her husband. She had a feeling Marie would be OK with it.

The more she thought on it, the more she had second thoughts. "Was Marie the right one? Would she feel comfortable watching Scott fuck Marie because it would certainly happen." There were a lot thoughts going through her head. The more she thought, she began to remember the night with Nancy. It felt so good, so right. As she remembered, she unconsciously began to move her hand across her body. 

The idea became so clear. If there was to be a threesome, it wasn't going to be with some young girl she just met. No, it should be much more special than that.

"Hey, Dee!" Scott shouted. "It's that Marie." He handed her the phone.

"Oh, hi, Marie. What's up?"

"I'm so sorry but we'll have to cancel that date for tonight. Jean made other plans and just told me."

"That's OK. Some other time."

"Yes, I was really looking forward to continuing our talk. I'm sorry. Bye."

Deidre tried to hide her look of relief. "Scott, Marie and her husband can't make it," she called to Scott.

Scott silently mouthed the word yes. "How about you and I go any way? When was the last time we went dancing?"

"You really want to go?"

"Sure, it will be fun." He pulled her close. They were both still naked and she could feel his cock stir.

"I remember what my Grandmother said about dancing," she said with a smile. "It's a vertical position for a horizontal idea. Now let me get dress."

She decided that tonight it would be a special night and she would look the part. She put on eyeliner and lip stick. It wasn't bright red but it sure was noticeable. She picked out a skimpy white-laced thong and wiggled into it. Deidre remember that she was going naked today but not now. Even though her legs were tan she decided to wear stockings and a garter belt. She loved the feel and besides it lifted her ass up. For a dress she picked a pink floral halter, which flattered her figure. One last look in the mirror and she was ready.

"Scott, I'm set." she yelled.

Before Scott could enter the room, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?"

As Deidre headed for the door she worried that it was Marie and somehow they decided to go any way. It was the last thing she wanted. She opened the door.

"Nancy!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"Unexpected business. Did I come at a bad time?"

"No, no. Come in," Deidre said.

"I just thought I drop in and see how you liked the place. Everything OK?" Nancy asked.

"It's been great. Thank you so much."

At that moment Scott came around the corner.

"So you must be Scott. Deidre has told me all about you. I'm Nancy," she said as she extended her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. Deidre told me about you too. It seems we have a lot in common."

Nancy gave Deidre a look and Deidre returned an awkward smile.

"Look, we don't know your schedule," Scott said. "But we are just going out to dinner and maybe a little dancing, would you like to go with us? How about it, Dee?"

"Well if it is no problem," Nancy replied, "I haven't had my dinner yet and lunch was rushed."

"Good then. I'm sure you and Dee have lots to talk about. And believe it or not, I'm interested too. Let's go."

As they left, Deidre gave Scott a funny look as if to ask, "What's going on?"

He just smiled.

Nancy had a rental car so she offered to drive. "Do you mind?" she said. "I'll like to drive over to my suite and get changed. This isn't what I usually wear for dinner and dancing."

Deidre, who decided to sit in the back, leaned forward. "Sound good. Hey, you don't have to stay at some hotel. We are guest in your house. You should stay there."

"No, I couldn't do that," Nancy replied, shaking her head. "I'm the one who dropped in unannounced."

"Scott," Deidre said turning to him. "What do you think? Should she stay with us?"

"Well, it is your house and there is plenty of room in it. I don't think we'll be tripping over each other. You shouldn't have to stay in hotel because of us."

"Staying at the hotel isn't a problem," Nancy laughed. "It's where we put up business associates and it is a business write-off. I won't be roughing it. But if you insist."

"We insist. Don't we, Scott?"

"OK. I just need to pick up my things. Come on in with me. It won't be that long."

Nancy was right about not roughing it. The company suite had everything you could want. Plenty of room, a beautiful view, it looked expensive.

"Make yourself at home. I'm going to take a quick shower and freshen up. There is chilled wine and beer." She headed to the bathroom.

Scott grabbed a beer. "Want anything, Dee?"

"Thanks. I'll get it myself," she answered. She poured herself some wine and moved next to Scott as he admired the ocean view. She slid her arm around his waist. "So?"

"So what?"

She punched his arm. "You know. What do you think of Nancy?"

"She seems nice."

"Nice! Is that all?" Deidre moved away from him.

Scott reached out and put his arms around. "OK then. She is attractive and I can see why you..."

"Why I let her seduce me?"

"Yes."

"And you are still alright with it?"

"Deidre." He pulled her closer, almost molding her to him. "I said I was. Besides my mind has been picturing you two together since you told me. Now that I met her the picture is almost complete.

"Almost complete?"

"Well, I haven't seen her naked so I can't know."

"Would you like to?"

Scott looked at her with a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"

It surprised Nancy her reaction to seeing Deidre and meeting Scott. She had thought about seeing her again and had to admit she had thought about that evening. When an excuse came to go to the islands, she jumped at it. Then when she finally got here, she felt it was a stupid idea just to drop in unannounced. A little voice urged her to go through with it. Now she was here. Stepping from her quick shower, she looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. Why was she so nervous?

Nancy re-entered the room. "Hey, you two, it is a little early for that." She laughed. She had changed in a light summer dress with spaghetti straps. It was low enough to show her cleavage without being showy. She, like Deidre, had put on some extra make-up that served to accent her look. Even though she dressed quickly, it showed she put some thought in to how she looked. She didn't look anything like the business woman Scott first met. "Let's go. If you don't mind, I know a great little place to eat. Good food, great atmosphere."

Scott drove this time as Nancy sat in the front seat and Deidre in the back. The two girls continued to catch up on gossip and family. To talk to Nancy Deidre had to lean forward and she rested her arms on the seat backs. Scott noticed that Nancy kept making lazy lines with her fingers on Deidre's arm, gently and lightly, as they talked. He also noticed that Nancy had turned in her seat to talk. As she did, her dress rode up, showing a lot of thigh. He wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose or not. She never made a move to pull it down and it didn't seem to bother her. Whatever the reason, Scott appreciated it.

Nancy was right about the restaurant. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was perfect. It overlooked the harbor and the light evening breezes blew on to the deck where they sat. There was nice crowd but everyone there was talking quietly. There wasn't the hubbub of many of the other places on the island and they were able to talk together. The conversation flowed easily between them and Deidre was happy to see Nancy and Scott hit it off so well.

"So you know Bess," Scott said between bites. "How did you meet?"

Deidre gave a quick glance at Nancy. 

"Business," Nancy coolly replied. "My company does a lot of advertising in Chicago sports. So it was natural we meet."

"She's a great girl. So we have two things in common."

Nancy knew what he was driving at and she enjoyed the verbal fencing. "Yes," she smiled. "Bess is a great woman and so is Deidre. I count them as very good friends and it is my pleasure to know them." She reached across the table and placed her hand on Scott's. "I hope to be able to count you as a friend too."

Scott quickly pulled his hand back and he was clearly flustered. He stood up. "Excuse me but I need to ..." he mumbled and he left the table. He could hear the two of them giggle as he left.

"I'm sorry." Nancy apologized.

"No need to." Deidre leaned over and kissed Nancy full on the lips. Though caught by surprise, Nancy open her mouth and let Deidre slip her tongue in. It was a deep, passionate kiss.

"Wow," Nancy sighed. "What brought that on?"

"Been thinking about it since you arrived. Was it all right?"

"It was great." Nancy then kissed her again. "I've been thinking about it too."

"Does Scott know what happen between us?"

"Yes"

"And how did he react?"

"He said he is OK with it and now that he has met you, he says he understands why. I think he feels you are very attractive."

Nancy smiled. "Do you think he'd mind if we did it again?"

"I think he might," Deidre said. "I think he feels that it was alright once but if it keeps happening he might be hurt. He might feel you are giving me something he can't."

"How do we keep that from happening?" Nancy asked.

Deidre took a sip of her drink and smiled. She couldn't quite believe what she was about to say. "We could ask him to join us."

Nancy moved back into her chair. "A threesome! Wow! I'd have to think about that one. Sounds very interesting though."

Scott returned to the table. "Sorry I took so long but I asked the bartender about some places we could go dancing. He said there are few nearby. They might not be our type but who knows?"

Deidre stood up. "OK then. Let's go."

The three of them checked out the first two places but found them not to their liking. The first one was much too crowded and the second played hip-hop which none of them liked. They did buy some drinks at the first one but these were finished by the time they reached the third one. They decided that if they didn't like this one, they would head back to the house.

The third one seemed to play a variety of music and the floor wasn't as packed. Scott bought some more drinks as they settled in. By the time he returned, both girls were on the floor dancing. They were dancing together and with others. It seemed no one was dancing with any one person. As the music ended, they came over to him. 

"This is the place," Nancy yelled over the next song. She gulped down her drink and took Scott's hand. "Come on, let's dance." And she led him out to the floor.

It was very warm in the place and almost everyone was sweating, from the dancing and the heat. The girls didn't miss a dance while Scott sat out a few. It seemed he got the drinks and nearing evening's end, the girls were feeling it. 

Nancy grabbed Scott and pulled him onto the dance floor. "One more with you."

She draped her arms over his shoulder and pressed into him. He put his hands on her sweaty back. They moved with the beat. As the music continued, Nancy moved so her crotch was against his pelvis bone. She threw her head back as she danced against him. Scott moved his hands to her ass to keep her from falling. With her hands moving across his back, she closed her eyes and pressed harder. When the music stopped, she opened her eyes and smiled. "You're a good dancer," she said.

When she got back to where Deidre was sitting, she dropped into her seat. "You know, Dee, your husband is a very good dancer. I think I might like to dance with him again." Her hand squeezed Deidre's thigh and she gave her a wink.

Another song started. "I love this song," Nancy yelled. "Come on, let's dance."

Before Deidre could say anything, Nancy had her on the floor. The music started slowly so the girls danced close. Both swayed with the music and let their hands move. The beat increased and so did their movements. It was like they were all alone on the crowded dance floor. Nancy turned her back to Deidre and pressed into her. Deidre slid her hands along Nancy's sweaty body.

Nancy placed her hands over Deidre's. She began to slowly and sensually guide them over her body. She started at the hips and then across her stomach. She grounded her ass into Deidre as the hands moved. Up higher she moved Deidre's hands until they cupped her breasts. She used Dee's hands to massage them. Nancy sighed.

At no time did Deidre object. She didn't need any guidance or help. She could feel Nancy's nipples grow beneath her hands as she massaged them. Her hands moved away from the breasts and down to the hem of Nancy's dress. She bunched the material in her hands and began to slowly raise it. She ran her fingers lightly up Nancy's outer thighs. She could hear Nancy sigh and feel her body shiver.

Nancy spun around and did the same to Deidre. Now she pressed herself against Deidre's back, grinding into it. Deidre's hands grabbed Nancy's ass and squeezed her cheeks. The music grew louder, the beat stronger as the two pushed their hot bodies together. Nancy slid her hands between them. She held Deidre's ass and spread her cheeks, rubbing them. Deidre pushed back.

The two women were seized with an almost animal desire as they lost themselves. They could feel their hearts pounding almost in rhythm to the music. The feeling of desire grew. Deidre grabbed her head and began to run her fingers through her hair, droplets of sweat flying from her as she tossed her head. Nancy's hands were cupping Dee's breasts now. She pinched her nipples sending electric feelings straight to her pussy. Deidre grounded her ass into Nancy. Deidre had lost all notions of time and space. The loud music and the feel of Nancy's body had made her feel open and wanton.

She didn't care that Nancy's hand had moved up her dress and was caressing her inner thigh. She spread her legs to make it easier, letting Nancy know what she wanted. Her hand moved closer, to the edge of the silky material. Deidre grasped.

Sensing her feeling, Nancy quickly planted a strong kiss on Deidre's neck while a finger ran up her pussy lips, separating them through the fabric.

The feeling overwhelmed her. Her long moan was drown out by the music as her juices soaked her thong. Only Nancy kept her from falling to the floor as her legs felt weak. Nancy turned her around and hugged her. She could feel Deidre's body still shaking. She kissed her forehead. "It's time to go," she whispered and she took her from the floor.

Luckily the car was parked only a few blocks away. The trio walked quickly as possible to it. They talked very little on the drive home but each could feel a tension in the car. Scott couldn't see what happened on the dance floor. Most of the time he was blocked by the crowd but he could sense something did happen. The look on their faces seemed to give it away. Just how far it went and what was going to happen he could only guess.

Scott pulled the car into the driveway. Deidre and Nancy quickly exited and entered the house. "Hey, don't worry," he yelled after them. "I'll get Nancy's stuff. No problem!" 

Deidre let Nancy enter the house first. Shutting the door, she reached for her, hungrily, ignoring any formalities. Driven by pure lust, Deidre kissed her, hard, parting her lips and thrusting her tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, they tugged at each other's clothes. Nancy untied Deidre's halter and Deidre slid Nancy's straps off her shoulders. Both dresses fell to the floor. Deidre licked her lips as looked at Nancy's ripe breasts and large erect nipples.




Bess Ch. 14



Deidre literally dragged her into the bedroom and shoved her onto the bed. 

"Your skin is so soft, so creamy," she murmured as she hooked her fingers on the waistband of Nancy's thong. She quickly pulled it off exposing her swollen wet pussy. A low growl came from her. Without warning, she shoved a finger into it.

"Aaahh," Nancy sighed, raising her hips off the bed.

"That feel good?" she asked, and then she covered Nancy's mouth with hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues entwined. All the time Nancy pushed and churned against Deidre's hand.

Deidre broke their kiss and began to move down her body. Nancy clenched Deidre's hair and encouraged her as she kissed her way towards her breasts.

"Delicious," she cooed as she moved from one erect nipple to the other.

Nancy squeezed the breast Deidre was sucking on. It encouraged her to suck harder. "You like sucking my nipples, don't you?" she teased.

With her lips pursed tightly on the erect nipple, she could do little but moan.

"Me too," Nancy agreed and reached for one of Deidre's heavy breasts, only to have her hand pushed away.

"You'll get your turn," she teased and slid lower. "I want to taste your pussy."

She spread Nancy's swollen lips, gently, wide, using her thumb and forefinger. She stared long and hard at the enlarged clit which begged for her attention. Then her tongue came down and took a single slow lick. "Oh God," Nancy moaned quivering.

Deidre snatched at the swollen nub, her finger never leaving Nancy's pussy. Nancy bent her knees, providing her with more access.

While Deidre continued to suck, she extracted her finger. Before Nancy could feel it absence, a hot tongue slipped in to take its place. She took Deidre's head with both hands and pushed her pussy into her face. Deidre held nothing back, licking and slurping the juices that leaked out of her pussy, reaching deeper and deeper. Nancy was in heaven.

Nancy cried out, "No, no," when Deidre removed her tongue. Then responded, "Yes, yes," when she was filled with two fingers. And when Deidre greedily began to suck on her clit, the feeling swept over her.

Fighting to keep her eyes open, Nancy moaned, "Oh, God, baby, eat me." Deidre responded by pushing her fingers in deeper, her mouth firmly on her clit. Nancy's body bucked and churned as she rode the wave of her orgasm. "Yes, yes, fuck, yes!" she screamed.

Deidre and Nancy began to unwind from each other when they heard a sound by the door. There was momentary pause. "Did you like what you saw?" Deidre asked Scott who was standing there.

"Yes, very much." His voice husky with lust.

Deidre looked at Nancy and realized that this was an important decision to be made.

"You seem a little over dressed, Scott," Nancy said, beckoning with her hand. "What are you waiting for?" 

Scott quickly undressed and slid between the two women. He kissed and caressed them in turns as they ran their hands over him. Nancy and Deidre began to kiss one another as he moved lower to bury his face in their breasts. He fondled and kissed one then the other earning for his efforts hums of delight and even more responsive nipples. 

"Nancy," he said gently separating them. "Why don't you sit on my face?"

Nancy's eyes sparkled. She moved quickly to straddle him, on her knees, backwards.

"Show it to me first," he requested. "Open it nice and wide."

She shifted to find her balance then carefully leaned forward, her rear lifting. Both her hands reached back, deepening the arch of her spine, and spreading her cheeks.

"Oohh, what a sweet, plump pussy," Scott murmured after a moment of silent observation. He inhaled deeply. "All right, baby, go ahead and set it down for me now."

Nancy lowered herself onto his face, her drawn out moan at initial contact turning into a breathy sigh.

Deidre took Scott's hard cock in her hand and gave the tip a light kiss. She began to bob up and down, taking more of it into her mouth. Cradling his balls in her hand, she sucked harder causing Scott to give off a muffled moan.

Nancy interrupted Deidre with a touch. She brought her head down, mouth open, anxious. She gave a moan of gratitude when Deidre placed his swollen cock between her lips. She sucked it, taking it deeper, shifting her hips from side to side, and opening herself wider.

It took little time for Nancy's breathing to grow heavier with her approaching climax. She looked at Deidre. "It feels so good. I'm going to cum soon."

"He loves pussy juice; smear him good," Deidre whispered into her ear. She heeded the advice and grunting, moved her hips faster.

Deidre gently squeezed one hand under the curve of her stomach for support. The other, she sucked the middle finger making it wet. She reached for her backside. Her finger slipped easily in, causing Nancy to raise her head off Scott's cock and sit up. "Oh God, yes." She groaned. Deidre pushed it in all the way. Nancy ground her pussy on his face.

"Yes, baby, rub your pussy against his tongue." Deidre urged over Nancy's screams as her body convulsed in pleasure. "Feels so, so damned good. Oh fuck!" Nancy slowed at last but continued to slowly move her hips. 

"He eats pussy real good, doesn't he?" Deidre smiled stroking Nancy's hair.

Nancy gave her an exhausted smile, "Yeah, oh fuck, yeah."

Deidre now straddled Scott's hips and slowly lowered herself onto erect cock. She was so wet that he slid in easily. She moaned as she took it all. He felt bigger, harder than ever and she knew he must be turned on more than ever. She felt completely filled.

Deidre leaned forward and let Scott wrap his arms around her, pulling her close. She could smell Nancy's scent on his face and she licked his lips for the taste. Their kiss was brief but fiery.

Scott rolled her onto her side and re-entered her from behind. His hand snaked around her and found her erect clit. His finger rubbed sharply against it, sending new sensations through her body. Nancy took hold of Deidre's large breasts and began to suck and fondle them. Her movements were in sync with Scott's and together they teased Deidre relentlessly. She moaned in delight as she responded

to them. She arched her back allowing him to penetrate her deeper. Scott rewarded her by thrusting harder.

Scott growled as he sensed his own approaching orgasm. "Oh babe, I'm goin' to cum." He pushed in to the hilt and wedged his thumb through her lips and into her mouth. Deidre began to suck it like a miniature cock. He pinched her clit using her outer lips as a firm handhold. Nancy bit one nipple and squeezed the other one, none to gently, adding pain to Deidre's pleasure.

"Oh God!" Deidre screamed. "Fuck me! Fill me with your cum." 

That was all Scott needed as he thrusted one more time and came, filling her completely. Deidre rode the feeling for as long as she could. 

Scott had never been so turned on as he was at this moment. He was in the middle of two naked beautiful ladies and his mind was just full of lust. Even though he had just came, his cock acted as if it had a mind of its own and refused to subside. His heart was pounding but if he was going to die, what a way to go.

Deidre returned from the bathroom and found Nancy on her back and Scott on top. Her legs were wrapped high around his waist. Her cries of passion filled the room as Scott pounded into her, his balls slamming against her ass.

Nancy looked at Deidre and breathlessly said, "He has one fantastic cock. I could take it forever."

Deidre smiled as she moved behind Scott. It was the first time she ever been this close-up to the actual motion of a cock pistoning out of a pussy. "So that's what it looks likes," she thought. The sight made her pussy spasm. She rubbed her hands on Scott's buttocks causing him to slow his thrusting into sensual grinds. Both Nancy and Scott gave off drawn outs moans in response. Her mouth replaced her hands for a wet massage of his cheeks before continuing lower to his sac, where she could taste and smell both Nancy and herself.

"Turn over, Nancy," Scott asked.

Her whimper of consent came without hesitation. She turned over, laid her head down, and raised her rear high.

"That's nice, baby, that's just how I like it."

Scott took his place behind her on his knees as Nancy purred in anticipation. Her moans rose when Scott's hip pressed forward and the tip of his cock lay teasingly against her entrance. Her moans rose louder when he began to rotate it around in small circles. Nancy moaned and whimpered, urging him to take her.

"Do you want it?" he asked.

"Yes, oh yes," she begged. "Stop teasing me. Fuck me, please."

Scott's cock entered her pussy slowly, an inch then withdrew. Nancy groaned and her pussy contracted reflexively, pleaded for its return. He then started the sweet torment anew, inserting ruthlessly slow. Giving little, taking a lot. By the time he sank to the hilt, she was trembling for release.

Scott's hands fell away from her womanly hips and he grew still. Nancy cried in protest, gliding back and forth on his stiff cock in urgency, her coaxing strokes exposing the full length of his rigid shaft in one direction, then swallowing it back into her pussy down to its base. When her efforts failed to raise a satisfying response, her strokes became more demanding, and grew into feverish pumping.

As Nancy continued her frantic movements, Scott turned his attention to Deidre. "Come here, baby."

She shuffled forward on her knees, moving close to him. He roughly put his hand behind her head and pushed her closer. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Deidre responded by returning his kiss with equal abandon.

With his other hand, Scott grabbed her pussy, spreading her lips and jammed two fingers into her. He began to massage her engorged clit with his thumb. Deidre gave off a loud moan as she broke their kiss. "Oh God, Scott," she groaned, "Scott."

Her hips moved on their own as she rode her punishing fingers. She placed her own hand over his, forcing him deeper. Scott held her tight as Deidre threw her head and cried out, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming. Fuck me!" Her pussy gushed thick, hot juice onto their hands.

Scott continued to hold her as she came down from the rush. She might have collapsed from intense feeling without his support. As her breath returned, she eased down on the bed next to Nancy.

While Scott sent Deidre over the edge, Nancy had continued her hectic motion in a desperate effort to come. Over and over she murmured, "It feels so good. It feels so good." A sheen of sweat covered her body and small droplets of moisture dripped off her.

"All right, babe, you get your turn too." He reclaimed Nancy's hips, forcing her frantic pumping under control, hushing her mewing and changing it to a moan of delight. His hand slipped over the curve of her lush hip and disappearing under her stomach. The motion of his hips was matching hers.

Thrills vibrated in Nancy's wail at the onset of her orgasm, her body tensing first then shaking in convulsions. "Fuck me! Dear God Fuck me hard! Oh sweet Jesus!" Scott's gentle thrusts grew more arduous, driving Nancy further, then slowed, only to pick up the pace again as he grew closer to his own release. He opened his eyes wide, looking directly at Deidre.

"Yes, baby, cum in her. Fill her with your hot cum. Fuck her," Deidre urged him on.

Nancy groaned in pleasure as she reached a second orgasm, bucking even more violently on his cock, her cries of ecstasy drowning out Scott's growls of satisfaction.

He kept pumping hard and fast until he was drained and slipped from her pussy. 

Released from his hold, Nancy collapsed next to Deidre who put her arms around her. She could feel Nancy's body shake as she still experienced spasms of joy. Grabbing a sheet Scott pull it over them. He snuggled against Nancy, reaching across her to touch Deidre to complete the threesome.



Bess Ch. 15



Scott leaned on the railing and looked out at the crystal blue ocean. The sun warmed and seemed to energize his body. As he sipped his coffee he thought back on last night. Never in his greatest dreams could he have imagined a night like it. 2 beautiful women had shared his bed; his gorgeous wife and her lover. It was a dream come true. He smiled as he remembered the old Penthouse forum and the wild stories that were aiways true. Now he had one.

He looked down at his cock and smiled. "Nice job last night." He really didn't feel comfortable being naked in full view of the world. Yesterday down on the beach and now were definitely exceptions. He had planned on taking a quick shower and he didn't want to wake the two girls. They were asleep in each other's arm in the master bedroom upstairs so he decided not to use that shower. He tiptoed out the room and headed downstairs to that shower. As he passed the kitchen, he realized how hungry he was and decided on some coffee first. The coffee along with the sun had re-energized him.

Looking over the railing he heard the floor creak as someone walked across. He waited until they grew closer, anticipating their touch. He felt her breathe on his back, her hands rub under his arms and across his chest. Light kisses were planted on his neck alternating with small nibbles. Her fingers circled his nipples causing them to harden. Her body pressed into his as she ground her crotch into his ass. Her hands slid down his body. Her body, still cool from the night's sleep, felt good against his sun warmed body.

Her hands moved through his thick hair to find his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and began to slowly stroke it. Scott's cock, already semi-erect, felt thick and heavy to her. She gave off a low moan as it began to grow in response to her touch. Her other hand slid slowly around his hip and caressed his ass. She pressed her body against him trapping her fingers between his cheeks. Now it was Scott's turn to moan as a reaction to her manipulations. He moved his feet, widening his stance, inviting her to go further.

She lightened the pressure of her body, allowing her hand to travel further. She gently pressed one finger against his opening, causing him raise on his toes. She continued on, finding his sac. His balls were swinging in slow rhythm to her strokes on his cock as she grabbed them. She gave them a not too gentle tug as she rolled them between her fingers. Her hands continued to tantalize as she again nibbled his neck.

"Damn, it feels good," Scott thought. The sensations grew stronger as her deft hands continued, tugging and stroking, changing speed and grip. He wasn't going to settle for a hand job. He turned to face her. Her hand letting go of his balls but not his cock.

"Nancy!" he exclaimed.

"Morning," she smiled.

Nancy had waked refreshed and feeling good. She took a deep breath and stretched, making sure not to wake Deidre lying next to her. She followed the aroma of fresh coffee to the kitchen. Before she reached it, she noticed Scott standing on the deck, his back to her. She began to walk lightly towards him, admiring the curve of back and butt. Nancy unconsciously licked her lips, remembering last night as she moved closer.

As she placed her hands on him, she could feel his warmth and snuggled into him, feeling it spread through her. The touch of his body against her caused her to shiver and her pussy ache to be filled. Her hands quickly found what she wanted, his cock. It felt wonderful to her touch. She could feel it throb in her hand and the feeling seemed to travel straight to her pussy. She marveled at the feeling of her own power as her stroking caused his cock to grow and harden. She was also surprised of the power his erect cock had over her. She felt empty and needed it inside her, filling her completely.

Nancy lay back onto the patio table, placing her feet on the edge. Her pussy was open and exposed, wanting to be filled. Not letting go of his cock, she guided it to her opening. Her eyes told him everything. She wanted him, no, needed him right now. She rubbed the tip against her lips, smearing it with her juices. "Please," she whispered.

Scott pushed forward and his cock slowly entered her. Nancy put her hands on his ass and pushed. "Don't teased me now." With her help, Scott entered her completely.

She gasped. He felt bigger than last night, if that were possible and filled her up. Slowly he began to move in and out. "Faster, Scott, faster," she begged.

Scott began to pump faster. "Right there," Nancy moaned. "That's it." His rhythm was perfect and her hips matched his movement. Scott pushed his cock deeply into her and grounded his crotch against her clit then almost withdrew completely. He repeated this over and over.

Nancy could feel her orgasm building and let the feeling grow. It radiated outward from her pussy, a warm throbbing feeling. It was the orgasm she wanted, a full one. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ran her hands over his back, pulling him deeper. 

Her hips began to buck, increasing the tempo as her orgasm washed over her. She threw her head back and a long low moan escaped from her lips as she rode his cock. She couldn't even think of ending the incredible feeling and the ending was spectacular. She exploded in a magnificent orgasm, totally consuming her entire body. It was a full and deep one that curled her toes, one that seemed to go on forever. "It feels good. Don't stop, don't stop."

She felt as if her pussy had shattered and burst and gone shooting up and down, from one side to the other, all throughout her convulsing body. Her spasming pussy gripped him, voraciously, repeatedly. Her muscles clamped around him, keeping him captive.

Scott kept thrusting as Nancy's pussy clenched around his cock. It held it like a velvet vise. "I'm going to cum," he groaned. 

As much as Nancy wanted to cum again, she wanted to taste him. She pushed Scott off her and dropped to her knees. She put the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it. She could taste her own juices on it as she took more into her mouth. It tasted nasty and sweet all at the same time. She clamped both of her hands on his ass and forced him in deeper. It was Scott's turn to moan as he began to cum into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head. "Oh God. Fuck!" he groaned.

With a shudder and rapid thrusts he came in her mouth. Nancy held it there and swirled it around with her tongue before she swallowed it. When it hit the back of her throat, it sent a rush straight to her pussy causing it to spasm and gush onto the floor. The feeling was exquisite. When she knew he had nothing left, she let him slip from her mouth. Looking up, she smiled. "Thank you."

Scott lifted her up and hugged her tightly. It was just what she needed, more than the orgasm. She needed the feel of his strong arms, his hands on her, holding her. It was a perfect ending.

Neither of them saw Deidre standing in the doorway. She too had smell the strong aroma of the coffee and headed to the kitchen. She heard them before she saw them and now she stood there, frozen. She had witnessed all of it; Scott sending Nancy to a strong orgasm, she sucking him till he came in her mouth, and then finishing it off with long hug. Many feelings swept over her but unlike last night one of them wasn't lust. It was more like jealousy and anger. She had watched her husband, her lover, fuck another woman. As they broke the hug, she drifted back into shadows and then ran upstairs.

"Thank you, Scott," Nancy said. "You have no idea how much needed that." She reached down and gently touched his now limp cock. "You were terrific."

"The pleasure was definitely mine," Scott smiled. "You were great too."

There was an awkward silence between them. Then Scott spoke. "Why don't you use the shower down here? I think I can hear Deidre upstairs. I'll go up there."

Nancy nodded, turned and walked away. Scott couldn't help but smile as she did.

Scott hustled upstairs and headed for the bathroom. He could hear the shower running but as he grabbed the door knob, he discovered it was locked. "Hey, Dee, it's me. Open up." No reply. He tried again. When still there was no reply, he assumed she couldn't hear him over the water. Grabbing a pair of shorts, he retreated to bed. There he sat and waited.

He didn't have to wait long. A cloud of steam exited the door as she opened it. Scott rose from the bed and met her in the doorway. "Morning, babe," he said leaning over to kiss her. She turned her head, allowing him to kiss her cheek. She moved pass him without a word and into the bedroom, leaving him standing there. Scott gave her a puzzling look and shut the door.

Scott didn't last long in the shower. Last night and this morning left him famished and the coffee wasn't enough. Grabbing his shorts, he headed down to the kitchen. He found Nancy there sipping her coffee. "Hey, where's Dee?"

Nancy pointed towards the balcony. There Deidre sat, dressed in long purple dressing gown, her legs curled up under her. As she sipped her coffee, she looked out at the blue ocean. "She poured herself some coffee and just headed out there. She didn't say anything."

"I'm going to fix some breakfast. Omelets if you want any. If not, there is some fresh fruit in ref." He said over his shoulder as he headed out towards Deidre. Reaching her, he stood in front of her. "Want some breakfast? Anything you want."

"No," she answered softly.

"You sure?" he asked. "You have to have something. You know, regain your strength after last night." He laughed.

Deidre looked at him. "I said, no," she replied tersely. "I don't want anything."

Scott raised his hands. "Whoa, just asking," he said backing away. "Let me know if you change your mind."

He walked back into the kitchen. "What's bothering her?" he asked. "Oh well, have you decided on what you want?"

Nancy had decided on a simple omelet and as she watched him cook it, she studied him. She could understand why Bess chose him for a 'fuck buddy'. Bess said it was because of the break-up of his first marriage and she wanted to do something for him. After last night, Nancy understood why Bess stuck around for more than one time. He was everything Deidre said about him too. He was easy to like and also easy on the eyes too. She could easily picture herself lying on the beach with him and making love. She felt refreshed and revitalized from her shower. She moved closer to Scott. He could smell her clean hair as she moved. She had thrown on an old beach robe as her clothes were still in her bags. It barely reached the top of her thighs, allowing her cheeks to show.

"Here's your omelet," Scott said, breaking her thought. "Hope you like it."

"Thanks." As she took it, she dropped her fork. She bent over slowly.

Scott got an eyeful. She heard him suck in some air.

Standing up, she said, "If you don't mind, I think I'll go sit with Dee." 

"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asked.

"It's your house," Deidre replied.

Nancy placed her plate on the railing and looked at the view. She positioned herself so Deidre was looking directing at her ass. After last night, Nancy was interested in her reaction. There seemed to be none. 

"You know," Nancy began, "I really love this place. It is a good place to get away from it all. The warm air, fresh ocean breezes, they make your senses come alive. The everyday cares and restrictions seem to melt away. Don't you agree?"

"If you say so."

Nancy moved and stood over her. "I didn't realize I was this hungry," she said taking the last bite of her omelet. "All this exercise and fresh air builds up an appetite. Scott makes a great omelet. Amazing and he can cook too. You should eat something."

Deidre never looked up. "Why is everybody so interested in my eating habits?"

There was a lengthy silence. "Well, I didn't know it was this late. I have a plane to catch. I better get dressed. I'll see you before I go." Nancy said and she walked inside.

Before she went upstairs, she went into the kitchen to drop off her plate. She walked over to Scott. Untying her robe, she let it drop to the floor and stood naked before him. Pressing her body to his, her hand fondled his cock. "I want to thank you for a wonderful time. I have to grab a flight but if you want to give me a proper send off..." Her voice trailed off.

Scott felt his cock grow as he felt her warm supple body. "Sweet Jesus!" he thought.

"As you can tell, I'd love to but I think I'll take a rain check.

Nancy pulled away. "I understand but you can't blame a girl for trying." With that, she picked up her robe and headed upstairs.

Scott grabbed a couple of melon slices and headed out to Deidre. He glad that Nancy was leaving. Last night was one of those out of this world moments and this morning seemed to just be a continuation of it but her last invitation was moving into something else, something he wanted nothing to do with. 

He offered Deidre a slice. "Here, want some?"

"Damn it. You too?" she snapped.

"Hey, babe, take it easy. What's the matter?" Scott asked with genuine concern.

"Nothing is wrong." Deidre shook her head. "No, yes there is. I saw you and Nancy this morning, right here."

"So?"

"How could you?"

"How could I? Christ, last night you were urging me to fuck her harder, to fill her up."

"That was different."

"Different? Last night you bring another woman into our bed and when I fuck her, you get mad? It wasn't like we snuck off. Besides I think you did her first and from the way you did her, I didn't see you complain." Scott had raised his voice, in anger and disbelief.

"Don't yell," Deidre yelled back.

"You're unbelievable. You and her do each other in Chicago then she shows up here and you two don't miss a beat. Only this time you need a hard cock to complete the circle. Good old Scott will do. One thing wrong, this hard cock has a mind of his own." Scott spun on his heels. As he stormed off, he said over his shoulder. "Fuck you and your girl friend."

He didn't see Nancy standing at the base of the stairs or if he did, he took no notice as he stormed out. Nancy had heard the entire argument as their voices carried. She felt that she needed to talk to Deidre before she left so she headed out to the deck. She made some noise as she approached giving Deidre time to compose herself.

"Hey," Nancy said, "I got to get going. Would you walk with me to the car?"

Deidre got up and the two headed out. They didn't speak until Nancy had placed her bags in the car. Then she turned, took both of Deidre's hands and said, " I want to thank you for last night. It was amazing. I didn't know what would happen when I came here but I had to see you. There was a need but I didn't know what. I know now. It was a total escape and you and Scott gave it to me. You took me some place I never thought possible. Thank you."

Deidre smiled. "Glad we could. You took me too and you also opened my eyes."

"I want to thank you also for letting me "borrow" Scott. I realized that sometimes a woman needs to feel like a woman. She needs a man to give her something. This morning I needed that and Scott provided it. Don't be mad at him. He is a good man. Good men like him are hard to find."

"Don't you mean, hard men like him are good to find!" With that they both laughed. They embraced and then kissed lightly. "Take care. Have a good flight. We'll talk."

As Nancy drove off, Deidre knew that she had to talk to Scott. She felt like such a fool for feeling the way she did and her reaction. It was her problem; her doing and she needed to deal with it. She understood she was playing with fire and what she thought she could handle, well maybe she couldn't. Entering the house she looked for him but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe that was good. It would give her time to think about what she would say and how she would say it.

Deidre awoke to the smell of steaks on the grill. She inhaled deeply and stretched.

"Have a good nap?" Scott said standing over the grill. "The steaks are almost ready." He handed her a glass of wine.

She got up and moved over to the table. He had set the table, placing a bowl of fresh cut salad in the center. She sat down, thinking that he was going to make it difficult to ask forgiveness when he already has.

The meal was great. The steaks were done to perfection, the wine great, and the salad fresh and crisp. They said very little as they ate almost as if they were both avoiding the subject. As Scott stood to clear the table, Deidre spoke up. "Scott, wait. We, I, need to talk to you. Please let me."

"Sure, go ahead." He sat down.

"First, I'd like to say I've been a fool. This past year I have never felt this good. I have amazing confidence in myself and I feel comfortable with my body."

"You should," Scott said.

Deidre smiled. "Yes, and it is all because of you. I know you love me and I am so totally in love with you that it scares me."

"And that's a bad thing?" Scott asked.

"It could be." She took Scott's hand. "Because I feel so secure in your love that I felt I could try new things, like bring another woman into our bed. Last night I wanted her to feel what I feel when we make love. I wanted to share you. When you made her cum, I came right along with her. Then this morning, when I saw you two, it was different."

"Oh, babe, it didn't...if I knew," Scott said quickly.

"No, I can't blame you. It was different than last night because it wasn't sharing. She was taking you and I couldn't handle that. Now I feel that I took advantage of your love. I feel like such a fool. I would never do anything to lose you. Do you understand?"

Scott got up and walked around the table. He kneeled down and took her hands. Looking into her eyes, he began. "I have been with a few women and yes, I can't lie to you, the sex was pretty good. But I can say I have never made love to any other woman except you. Every time it get better and better. I don't want any other but you. Damn it, Dee, you are the best thing that has ever happen to me. Your mere present excites me. I'm so proud to be your husband."

Deidre placed both her hands aside his face. She kissed him lightly then the kiss grew more passionate. It seemed that an overwhelming hunger grew between them that could only be satisfied one way.

She took him by the hand to lead him to the bedroom. He had other ideas; sweeping her up in his arms, he dumped her on the sofa in front of the open window. Sitting there she watch him undress, the sunlight reflecting off his skin. Sliding her fingers under her long gown, she began to touch herself; slipping her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She became hotter and hotter with each piece of clothing he removed. When he turned to face her, she saw his erect cock and almost climaxed right then. How she longed for it. She wanted to touch it, to feel it. She got her wish as he stepped closer. He tangled his fingers in her hair, tipped her head back and touched his cock to her lips.

Her lips parted, taking him in. This was no mere blowjob; Scott was fucking her mouth. Using it as if it was her pussy, he pushed his cock in and out, quickening the pace. "Suck it," he growled, "take it all."

She was wetter than she could remember being. Her juices ran around her fingers and down her thigh. He had taken all the control away from her and she loved it. She wanted him to use her any way he wanted tonight. She shoved two more fingers into her pussy and the other cupped his butt. She moaned around his cock as she felt his muscles contract with each thrust.

It was heavenly.

Suddenly he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Deidre groaned and her tongue followed it. Hungry for more, she placed her lips around the tip and tasted his saltiness. He bent before her and kissed her, tenderly. His tongue probed her mouth making her feel as if her heart would break. Then he pulled her gown over her head, leaving her naked before him. Scott took her left breast between his teeth and tugged roughly. She bucked against him, wanting him. He parted her thighs and slithered his tongue down to her pussy, while his other hand squeezed and kneaded her breasts.




Bess Ch. 15



A moment later Deidre gasped, "Oh God," as Scott buried his face between her thighs. Expertly he slithered his tongue in long, languid strokes down the length of her pussy and back again. He nibbled first on one lip then the other before pulling them wide open, plunging his tongue deeply into her hot wet pussy. She placed her hands on his head as she rolled her head from side to side, cooing soft "ohs." She could feel his tongue wiggling and moving deep within her. As he slid his tongue a few times across her clit, her pussy spasmed.

He stood up and looked at this beautiful woman before him. Small beads of sweat had formed on her body making it glow in the setting sunlight. Her nipples stood firm and erect on her full breasts as her pussy glistened. How he loved her.

Deidre looked at him. "Please, baby," she begged. "Make love to me." She parted her legs, inviting him. 

He parted her lips and plunged his cock into her. When he entered, she could feel warm sensations begin to work their way outward from her pussy. Each stroke took her to a new and higher plateau.

He continued to thrust into her. With each thrust she was pushed further back into the sofa until he was standing, supported her parted legs high around his waist. Her breasts were bouncing wildly out of control. Slipping a hand down, she cupped his balls and gently squeezed. With her other, she fiddled madly with her nipples, stretching, pinching them. Her clit was swollen and poking out; she could feel it rub against him.

"Yes, baby, yes!" she screamed so loudly that if there were any neighbors they would probably hear her.

Just as she was about to cum, he withdrew from her and turned her to face the floor. He spread her wide and hard, almost brutally; he reentered her, his thrusts hitting the back wall of her pussy. His hands spanked her ass; his grunts filled the room. It was good, it was better than good, it was fantastic.

"Oh God, oh fuck," Deidre yelled as she came. Her milky juice exploded over his balls, down her thighs and onto the floor.

Scott shuddered and came hard, filling her pussy until it dripped onto the floor joining her juices. He dropped down onto floor next to her. Taking wine from the glass, he dribbled droplets into her mouth. She gulped, while his hands rubbed the wine running down her chin into her shoulders and breasts. She shivered; the wine was cool and her skin hot. He rubbed the cool liquid over her nipples, making them grow even harder, and more sensitive to his touch.

With his tongue, he licked it off. She clamped her thighs tightly as the feeling spread.

"No more," she gasped. "Let me catch my breath."

"Sure, baby. We have all night."



Bess Ch. 16



Deidre couldn't believe it. Today was her tenth anniversary. She shook her head and smiled. It seemed hard to believe that she had been married to a wonderful man like Scott that long. She felt incredibly lucky to have found a man like him. She thought of all the wonderful things she now had in her life.

Her stepson, Greg, Scott's oldest son, was a very successful plastic surgeon in New York City. He was married to a beautiful woman and was very happy with his life style. His daughter, Carly, was a joy. She married a great young man and was a teacher and coach at a local school. More importantly for Deidre and Scott, was the fact that they had two beautiful daughters. Yes, Deidre was a grandmother and she loved it.

Her two boys were also doing well. Robbie was playing baseball at the Double A level and moving up quickly. Mike was playing basketball at the University of Minnesota. Even Bess was doing well in Chicago as she got her big break and was now on the anchor desk for the local ESPN. Deidre had nothing to complain about.

She also knew that her marriage was solid and her love for Scott was fully returned. About 5 years ago she acted a little crazy and let sex take the place of love. She felt she could experiment with a different life style but when push came to shove, she realized it wasn't her. What amazed her was how Scott accepted it all without judging her. Since that wild week in the islands, he never mentioned it again. She realized that Scott's love for her was unconditional and she had taken advantage of that. She had almost wrecked the best thing that ever happened to her. Their sex life was good and healthy now but definitely much tamer than during that time. Now it was 5 years later and Scott was taking her out for a special dinner.

She looked across the table at Scott. He was busy scanning the menu so he didn't see her look. My, he is so handsome, she thought. His hair was thinning with a little grey but he kept it short so it didn't show. His face was tan showing that he didn't work behind a desk and it showed off his great smile. He kept himself in great shape by continuing to work at his construction company, not just being the boss but being involved in the actual work. For 55 years old, he was fantastic. Deidre felt her heart beat faster.

"What?" he said.

She looked down at the menu, her eyes widening a bit at the prices. The food sounded amazing, but she wasn't sure any food was worth that price.

"Don't look so worried, Dee," Scott said.

"If you say so." She sat her menu down and picked up her glass of wine, taking a sip. "This place is very nice. I've forgotten how nice it was. I think maybe they've remodeled a bit though." She remembered that night. It was their first "official" date and just the thought made her squirm in her seat.

"I do like it," he agreed. "It looks nicer than it did the last time we were here."

"The prices have increased."

He chuckled. "It was the least I could do for our tenth anniversary."

Deidre smiled. "I can't believe that we've been together for ten years! I mean, God, when did we get so old?"

Scott laughed. "Hey, speak for yourself. I don't think fifty-five is old."

"On you maybe but I'm forty-five. And grandmother."

"You are one sexy grandmother. Besides you remember what Greg said about you."

This summer Greg and wife had visited and when he saw Deidre in a bathing suit, he was impressed. He told her that she had the best body he seen on woman her age and he had seen quite a few in his line of work. Deidre wasn't sure if Greg was just being polite but she did try to keep her shape. It was a battle to keep the weight off and she fought hard to avoid any sagging. Greg told her she had a figure like Josie Goldberg but she had no idea who that was or if it was a compliment or not.

He held up his wine glass, toasting against the edge of hers. "You're only as old as you feel, my dear."

She smiled, sipping her drink. They ordered their food and sat in silence, enjoying the soft piano music. The place was crowded, but their conversations were low, making the atmosphere very cozy and calming.

"Do you remember our first date?" Scott asked.

She laughed softly. "Yes, I do. If you want to call the concession stand at the Little League field our first date."

"At least we've stepped up in the world, eh?"

"I was thirty-five years old, with 2 boys, and recently divorced, so I thought that I never find another man that could rock my world."

"It hasn't been for lack of trying on my part." A grin slowly spread across his face. "I remember that night, as well."

She smirked. "I remember what we did before we left to go home."

"Good thing the game didn't go into extra innings..."

She ran my hand across the table, taking his, squeezing. "Yes."

"Remember the time when we came here?"

She bit her lip as the memory flooded back. "Of course I remember," she said. "You made me feel so daring, so sexy."

Scott glanced down at their hands as she played with his fingers. He interlocked his around hers, locking onto her slate blue eyes with his brown. "I remember the whirlwind of sexual frenzy we had that first year."

"We did it everywhere and anywhere we could possibly think of."

"Think we still have that list we made? The one of all the places we'd been to and the ones we wanted to go to? The list of places we had done it in far outweighed the list of places we hadn't."

"I'm sure it's somewhere," she said. "We will have to look for it later. It would be good for a chuckle."

Scott ran his thumb across her palm, searching her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach took a nosedive. "Do you ever miss it?" he whispered. "The adventure? How exciting it was? How I would have to cover your mouth to hide your screams from the people around us?"

She swallowed hard, a tingle having started deep down between her legs. Moisture soaked her panties, her mind whirling as some of the most amazing sex of her life flashed through her brain. The thrill of getting caught had always increased the pleasure. "Yes," she replied. "Sometimes I miss it."

"Do you remember what I asked you to do on the dance floor?" He scooted closer to her, running his hand up her leg underneath the tablecloth. She went very still. "Do you remember, Dee?"

She shivered at his touch against her inner thigh. "Scott..."

"Do you?"

"Yes," She said breathlessly, looking him in the eye. "I remember you making me dance with you. You told me to remove my bra and then told me what you were going to do to me later. You make me so hot."

"I could do it again."

"We're different people now," she insisted. "We're older and more mature."

His fingers tickled at the inside of her thighs, and she inhaled sharply as a shiver went down her spine. "Really," he said. "Is that why you're breathing so heavily?"

"Scott," she said. Deidre bit her lip as his finger grazed across her panties. A tremble went through her, and her eyes darted around the room, paranoid that someone would know.

He leaned in and whispered, "You're pretty wet for someone who is so different."

Every nerve ending in her body was firing at once. She wanted to grab him and kiss him. She wanted him to stick his fingers inside her and make her scream. But there was the other part of her that was afraid of being discovered. She wasn't young and reckless anymore. She couldn't let someone find out they were fooling around in a restaurant. How embarrassing would that be, acting like a couple of hormonal teenagers?

"What's wrong?" he whispered.

"We can't do this here, Scott," she said. She gasped quietly as his fingers grazed across the middle of her panties again, lingering longer this time, sending an explosion of arousal through her core and up into her stomach.

The waitress brought their food over and served them. Scott smiled and thanked her, acting very casual, given his fingers were still skimming back and forth against Deidre's underwear, sending tiny shocks of pleasure through her. The thrill of being caught sent a shot of lust through her blood, along with a cold steel hand around her gut.

Scott pulled his hand away, and she exhaled deeply. Her body was warm and on fire, her insides aching for release. They ate their dinner in comfortable silence, with no more talk of their wild past. Part of her was disappointed and the other part of her was relieved.

She finished her glass of wine and was served another. She didn't drink often, and the alcohol was working through her system quickly, making her feel much more relaxed and confident. As the waitress took away their plates and took down their dessert order, she was feeling pretty good.

Scott placed his hand on her leg, squeezing it lightly, turning to look into her eyes. She turned my head; her blue meeting his deep, lust filled brown ones. Her stomach fluttered with desire at the arousal barely behind them.

"How much do you think you're going to want me after you finish that chocolate mousse?" he asked with an impish grin. "I know how much of an aphrodisiac chocolate is for you, and you're already horny as hell." His hand found its way between her legs again, this time his fingers slid around the hem of her panties and stroked across the moisture hiding between the folds. The piano music in the background swelled in almost perfect unison with his fingers.





"Scott..."

"Shhh," he said, his finger finding her clit and beginning to rub lightly. Deidre's breath caught in her throat at the surge of pleasure that flooded her body. Her eyes quickly searched around the room, taking in the dim room and candlelight. All the other patrons were too busy with their own dinners to notice anything amiss. Scott took a casual sip of his drink as he brought her to the brink of orgasm before pulling his hand away. She whimpered softly, but said nothing, noticing their dessert had arrived. 

Scott didn't eat hardly any of the mousse, and instead watched her as she ate. The naughty part of her made her savor every bite, purposefully licking the mousse off every spoonful. After every swallow, she let out a soft, tiny moan. Checking his expression, Deidre could practically feel the vibrations of desire flowing from him.

Scott got the check and put some cash in the folder, enough to pay for dinner and dessert with a healthy tip left behind. He stood up, holding out his hand. She took it, and he led them out the front door.

A black SUV was waiting at the curb. Scott had spared no expense tonight and had rented this for them. An older, barely smiling man stood by and he immediately opened the back door of a giant SUV with a casual nod of his head.

Deidre got in first, stomach in knots and Scott slid in beside her. He sat close.

"Where to, sir?" asked the driver, turning around in the front seat.

Scott looked at Deidre and smiled slyly. "Take the long way home, Harriman." Harriman agreed, his stiff chauffer cap nodding slowly as Scott pushed a button on the door to raise the heavily tinted, soundproof barrier between the driver's seat and the backseat.

The sound of the mechanical window sliding up into its berth made Deidre shiver with desire. The backseat was dark but dimly lit by the moonlight filtering in through the windows. They cast shadows on Scott's face and reflected off his dark brown eyes, making the white of his crisp designer shirt all the more brilliant.

He looked at her carefully as she licked her lips temptingly. He watched her lick them, and she could hear his slight intake of breath. He cleared his throat and offered that adorably crooked smile of his. "Now..." he began.

"Yes?" she asked him, surprised at the huskiness of her voice as she turned in her seat to face him. She crossed her legs and the sensation made her blink slowly and lick her lips again. The tight, silken dress didn't leave much to the imagination, and she smiled as he admired the swell of her breasts.

"Yes, well..." He inched closer, the sound of his linen slacks on leather making her smile as her inner thighs tingled with anticipation. "I think that after 10 years, it's time you started listening to your husband for a change."

She croaked out a throaty laugh. "Is that right? And what does my husband to be want me to do so urgently?"

He sat back, both arms across the back of the chair. "Since we're taking the long way home..."

She rolled her eyes and waited for his request. 

He looked down at her waist, then quickly back into her eyes. "Take off your panties."

She chuckled and shook her head instantly, but had to admit the thought turned her on. She'd done that a few times in the past. She wanted him, purely and quickly, hard and fast right here, right now. From a shake, her head turned to a nod, and she reached slowly down to ease the hem of her slinky maroon dress up her long, shapely thighs.

She watched his eyes as they drank her in, forcing her to slow her movements as the silky fabric crept up her thighs, inch by inch, the hem feeling delicious against her skin. She saw the moonlight reflected in his eyes, in the glistening coat on his lips as he licked them urgently, on the sparkly body cream she'd used before they'd left for dinner.

She rested her hands on her thighs, making him wait, enjoying his anticipation, her fingertips on her skin making her moist even as, at last, she reached up inside her dress to pull down her tight black panties.

She rested a thumb on either side of the underwear, looking up at him as he sat, marveling at her, eyes adoring and hands trembling. That look in his eyes, admiring and intimidated, anticipating and fearful, made her moan softly as at last she sat slightly up and slid the panties down her thighs slowly. So... so... slowly.

She wriggled her butt a little to feel the leather beneath her naked ass, cold but exhilarating as, at last, she gently slid the small slip of black cotton past her high heels and onto the floor. They lay there, already damp, making her blush defiantly.

She looked up at him then, having slid down the seat slightly to peel the last inch of fabric from around her black heel. "Any more requests?" she asked hopefully, voice thick with desire, eyes half-lidded as her fingertips toyed with the hem of her dress, still resting about mid-thigh.

"Kiss me" Even before he finished, she was nodding, one hand reaching out to cling to his linen jacket as he bent to kiss her.

His lips were soft and sweet and gentle. She ran her fingers through his hair, gasping when at last his hand reached out to slide her dress all the way up around her quivering waist. She bucked against the seat in surprise and anticipation, almost climaxing at the mere touch of his hand.

He said nothing but merely took his lips away from her. They both watched as his long fingers threaded softly through her carefully trimmed bush, the patch of reddish hair in stark contrast to her pale, milky white skin. His touch was exquisite, soft yet forceful, warm yet knowing as he gently rasped his fingertips against her soft, slick skin.

They said nothing as he widened his reach, fingers splaying across her belly, straying onto her quivering thighs which she spread a little wider, if only to have him reach her honey pot more quickly and quench the desire that burned just beneath her skin.

But after 10 years of marriage, Scott wasn't going to please her that quickly. He toyed with her, teasing her, one hand on her breast, still mired beneath her maroon dress, as the other toyed with her rib cage, then back to her quivering belly, then to her slickening snatch and then off to brush against her thighs.

When at last the tip of his index finger brushed against her glistening clit, she moaned aloud and grabbed his shoulder, making him gasp as he pressed more eagerly, more rhythmically, her naked ass grinding against the leather backseat, her dress bunched around her waist, her legs spread, her bare ass sliding down the seat to grind against him.

She pulled her hand from around his shoulder, reaching for his belt as he slipped out of his jacket. She fiddled with the buckle as he gently slid one long finger inside of her, forcing her to choke off a moan by biting on his shoulder.

He moaned as she slid down his zipper, already feeling the heft of his erection against his gray boxer briefs. As she lifted up his shirt, taking in the thin trail of hair that led down from his belly button and disappeared beneath the band of his underwear, she gently slid away from his hungry fingers, despite the ecstasy he'd been giving her.

She forced him back onto the seat, sliding the shirt farther up his flat belly and turning to face his throbbing bulge. She slid his pants down, but not all the way off, and gently stroked his thick shaft above the cotton of his underpants until he, too, writhed beneath her touch.

She teased him as he'd teased her, toying with the tip, watching a glistening spot of pre-cum soak through the thin cotton fabric before trailing a finger down his member, toward his balls, thick beneath the soft cotton and heavy in her hand.

He reached out to touch her, to stroke her hair, brush his finger against her heaving breasts, and she chuckled, forcefully putting his arms across the back of the seat. He smiled as she kissed each eyelid closed only to return her gaze to his massive erection.

She used one hand to gently lift the band away from his waist and the other to free his cock, which sprang to life, the tip glistening with more dribbling juices as she bent to gently cup his naked balls. His cock sprang to life, quivering as she lowered her mouth at last to welcome its thick, bulbous tip between her thick, wet lips.

He tasted both salty and sweet, her hand on his trembling belly as he gasped and rocked back in the seat, giving him more of her to swallow until she slid back along his girth and replaced her lips with her hand, gently stroking him until he pressed more insistently against her and she wasn't so gentle.

He bit his lip, arching his hips forward as she slid to her knees in the spacious backseat of the giant SUV. She yanked his pants down to his ankles, desperate to be between his legs, slathering his cock with wet kisses, cupping his balls gently, feeling their heft in her free hand as she alternately sucked and stroked his reddening cock with a faster, more intense rhythm that made him bite his lip and squirm beneath her.

His hands gripped the back of the giant leather seat, his stomach quivered as she reached out to gently push his shirt even higher up his slick, smooth skin. She knelt back, taking him in hand, watching her own and his juices mingle as she gently stroked him from stem to tip and back again. She watched his belly begin to heave, heard his breath catch in his throat, knew he was close to cumming and stopped, watching him quiver and glisten as she sat back, reaching for her panties.

"Not yet," she gasped, wiping the back of her hand against her puffy, slick lips. "I have a long night in store for you."

He chuckled as she slid back onto the seat next to him. He pulled up his pants and yanked down his shirt but, as she went to put on her panties, he paused, taking them from her. "I like thinking of you without them," he explained, sliding them into his jacket pocket and waiting until they were both semi-dressed to slide down the dividing wall between them and Harrington.

"Home," was all he said, voice thick with desire.

They sat next to each other, silently, like guilty teenagers, Deidre feeling her bare ass against the leather seat and squirming in anticipation all the way home.

In what seemed like only minute, they were holding hands and staring at the winking of SUV's taillights in the distance as it drove off. Scott looked at her questioningly.

Leaning in to his ear, she pressed his hand more firmly and whispered, "Follow me."




Bess Ch. 16



He chuckled and followed her around to the back of house and over to patio by the pool. There was plenty of moonlight and the warm summer night made it comfortable. There was a chaise style lounge chair there, oversized, and perfect for what she had in mind.

She led him to it, pausing to drop his jacket to the deck and unbutton his crisp white shirt in the process. She took it off slowly, admiring his broad shoulders as she slid her hands to his waist and freed him from his dress pants.

He reached for her then but she held up a finger, wagging it in a "bad boy" way and lowering him to the chaise. "It's time for Mrs. Scott Russell to make a few demands of her own."

He smirked, eyes glistening in the moonlight as she gently led him down onto the chaise, face first. From a nearby drawer she pulled a bottle of warming lotion and a small hand towel, hands literally trembling with desire as she spied the moonlight spilling across his half-naked body.

She was still in her maroon dress, her heels clacking on the tiles of the patio as she slunk slowly back to the lounge chair, the cool breeze making her more aware than ever that he still held her damp panties in his coat pocket.

He lay, arms at his sides, awaiting her. She kicked off her heels and knelt on the lounge, hiking her skirt up until her thighs were free, and she could kneel next to him. She poured a dollop of clear lotion into her hand, warming it before applying it to the small of his back. He tensed, sighing, as she spread it around his entire back, sliding onto the chair next to him and toying with the band of his underwear.

She slid her hands beneath it, gently caressing the small of his back before sliding one leg over to straddle the back of his leg. It was slick with lotion now, warm beneath her as she slid down onto the back of his thigh and ground her wet, naked pussy against it.

He moaned, softly, grinding his pelvis into the chair as she slid down onto him, her pussy sliding onto the soft fabric of his underwear, erect nipples hard on the small of his back. He tried to turn over but she chuckled throatily and pushed him back down, inching herself up his body inch by delectable inch. She slid her dress off over her head, impatiently, eager to be naked, free and fucking him, not caring where it fell or what it must look like now, slathered in oil and drenched with her musk.

She wore only a black lace bra, but not for long. It joined the dress and Scott's clothes as she inched ever forward, straddling his waist now, slick with oil and her own juices as she slid deliciously against his skin, so warm and soft, his breath coming faster now, harder, as she lowered her breasts to slide across the warm, slick flesh of his shoulders. She peppered his neck, his ear, with hot kisses until he turned his face and sighed contentedly.

She snatched a kiss from his lips, both of them breathing heavily now as she ground herself more insistently into his back until she could hear the slick sound of skin against skin, her swollen clit tender to the touch and rasping delightfully with each pass of her skin against his.

At last she paused, too afraid she might come to resist another grind, and eased him over onto his back. He reached for her, eagerly, but she wagged another finger and stretched his hands high above his head, leaving them there as she coated his chest with another fine layer of lotion, which warmed to the touch and coated his flat stomach and bare chest.

He watched her as she slid back down his body, swollen clit gliding against his thick, throbbing cock, still sheathed in its damp underwear but straining, desperately, to break free. They were both breathing heavily, practically panting, and a thin layer of sweat had started to coat her skin, and his too.

She rubbed his chest, using her hands on his body to keep her pelvis slightly raised just above his crotch. Even so, his throbbing member strained through the damp cotton to reach it, as if by instinct, the fat, wet tip rubbing tenderly against her quivering bud as she slid, up and down, down and up, until he whimpered for release and she threatened to climax.

At last she inched his shorts down, bending to swallow his glistening shaft as at last his shorts fell to the floor to join the rest of their clothes, damp and discarded at the foot of the chaise. He spread his thighs to accommodate her, and she knelt between them, bare ass up in the air as she swallowed him, stroked him, toyed with him, teased him to a lather as he ground his skin against the chair.

At last he could take no more. "My turn," he said, sitting up abruptly and taking her shoulders in his hands as he kissed her, hot and hungry, breath hot, face hot, sweat dripping down their bodies as he rose to kneel.

He slid his cock between her legs, where its girth stretched from her throbbing clit to her tender ass. She slid along it blissfully, eyes fluttering as he kissed her, peppering her lips, her face, her neck, her breasts, and she ground against him, desperate to have him inside her.

But he had other plans. He slid out from between her legs and, with gentle force, pressed her face down onto the chaise. It smelled of him now, musky and sweet, like his skin and their sweat. There was something alluring about being taken, about being forced, face down, helplessly, to wait anxiously for what he might want or touch or taste or feel or do next.

She felt his hands upon her back, a fresh coat of lotion slathering her fiery skin as he straddled her from behind. His hands were large but gentle as he massaged her shoulders, her ribcage, her back. She could feel the thickness of his cock against her ass and was desperate for him to use it, anywhere he wanted, any way he wanted, but she lay there, practically panting, as he teased her much as she had him.

Her mound was wet and lathered against the lounge cushion as his hands moved down to encircle her waist, peppering her back with soft, wet kisses as she arched her hips to be taken, to be mounted, to be filled.

As if reading her mind, Scott touched one cheek, then the other, making her squeal with desire as he gently toyed with the crack of her ass with one hand, his other teasing her throbbing, dripping clit with the tip of one index finger that knew exactly what it was doing.

She gasped at the sensation as he fingered both holes, picturing his sly, crooked smile as sweat rolled down the small of her back and he pressed deeper inside of her with both fingers, until she ground against them, squealing, coming loudly and forcefully, eyes blinking rapidly, panting and begging for more.

He obliged as she came once more, grunting, face down in the lounge chair, trying to catch her breath as he gently took his fingers out of her. She rose to meet him, not caring anymore how she sounded as she grunted, her arms weak as she pressed herself onto all fours.

She reached back to grab him, stroking his thick cock, him slick with lotion, wet with sweat and the fat, red tip glistening with pre-cum as she gently guided him into her, then not so gently slid back onto him. He filled her, and yet she slid back until her ass was flush with his torso, and still she craved more.

Now she begged for it, eager for Scott to fill her, to come inside of her, to share with her that most intimate of human experiences. She grabbed her own breasts as he pumped steadily inside of her from behind, grunting, gasping, their voices merging as sweat dripped from his chest onto her writhing ass.

He grabbed her around the waist, owning her, steadily pounding her, the rhythm growing so intense she came again, dripping now, the sounds of their sex filling the air, moonlight coating their sweaty bodies as his hands rounded her ass and threatened to fill her once more.

She moaned as he toyed with her ass, pressing one finger over the puckered crevice as he slowed his rhythm, using the lube and the sweat from her back to guide it in as, both holes filled now, he suddenly increased his rhythm, toying with her as he slid almost out of her, until she felt the fat tip toying with her quivering lips, then slowly back in until she could feel his flat stomach against her, then almost out, then almost in, taking his time, as she panted, wheezing, until at last he filled her one last time, sliding in and she could feel the jerk of him, the twitch and the gush as he grunted, collapsing as he took both hand and prick from her, tumbling next to her as she trembled, falling back into his arms, his chest beating, his hands around her waist as they clung to each other in the night.

"Thank you," she whispered, softly, enjoying the heat of his body and the pounding of his heart.

"Thank YOU," he chuckled, making her tremble and her ample breasts jiggle.

She slapped his wet, naked thigh. "Not for that, you jerk."

"Then for what?" He sounded seriously confused.

"For asking me to marry you 10 years ago."

His voice grew serious. "Thanks for answering yes."

He took one hand away from her waist then, stroking her hair until at last her eyes grew heavy and she drifted to sleep. A deep, satisfying, and loving sleep.