2 comments/ 10942 views/ 1 favorites Confused By: soul catcher The dream opens on a party, some kind of holiday scene with lots of small group chat going on. There are lots of Christmas lights blinking and carols floating in the air. Somehow, someway I have hooked up with a very sexy black chick. I say sexy because, half hidden by a bowl arrangement, we are rapidly approaching the point where we either back off or take a room upstairs. "Do I know you," I pant into her mouth – a mouth framed by oh so kissable lips. "You knew, mom," she breathes back. "Say what," I pull back in startled shock. "Relax, sweetie," she giggles. "I was twelve back then and terribly jealous of mom. That's why I snuck in to watch you two go at it. The guy-girl thing all made sense after that and I could barely wait for my turn to roll around. Well it's my turn. What say we get a room upstairs?" To my horror and delight I realize I am seriously turned by this situation. Next to me, Cindy my current lover chuckles softly. "And," she asks, "what happened next? Did you bang your dream girl?" I take long swig of water to push back the thirst. My mouth is uncountable dry. Recapping the bottle I smile at my red headed lover with the freckled face. "I woke up," I answer flatly. "I always wake up when I get an erection." "Oh you poor dear," she smiles, gently stroking my erect member. "She was probably just a prick tease. Or worse, a hooker, it was a hotel party after all." "Well I guess I am lucky to have you here then," I smile back. "I guess you are." she laughs in turn. A woman with an admitted daddy complex, Cindy and I met a couple months back on an internet chat site. Agreeing to meet at a downtown restaurant we broke bread, drank wine and talked into the night. After a brief stop at the hotel piano bar for some snuggle kissing, we moved it upstairs to a hotel room. Missing morning check out we stay on through for a second night of hot sex. A week later she moves in with me. "So tell me honest," she chuckles, "Did you ever do a high school pom pom girl?" Truth or Dare being one of our favorite sex games. "Truth," I answer shyly. "It was spring break my second year at State." Cindy giggles merrily as I relate the tale of the angry pom pom girl whose boyfriend was banging a girl in the next room over. _Just as I am about to slide it in she pushes me away. "He knows my moans," she grumbles. "He'll know someone is doing me." But isn't that the point, I query, a touch confused. 'Well yeah," she answers. So we did it and yes she was not a moaner, but a full tilt screamer. And yes the boyfriend threatens to rip my head off. "Not if you want me back," the pom pom girl calmly interjects._ Thinking to short cut another Truth or Dare, I slide over to Cindy's side and moving down lick both both her tits up hard. That I said nothing of her near flat chest had been selling point for her the night of our first meet. But then I almost blew it laughing at her confession about wearing falsies, fore and aft to round her figure. She didn't like the tom boy thing people were assigner her. That I liked her legs was the clincher, the reason we scurried upstairs as quick as bunnies and lept happily between the sheets. Moving back up Cindy's body I nuzzle her neck even as my outstretched fingers explore her r pussy. "Mmm," she murmurs, signaling her approval. Like most couples we had fallen into a regular routine. This routine consisted of first me fully satisfying Cindy with a couple three orgasms and then reversing roles as she takes me over the top. Our mutual goal being to deliver ever better orgasms. Not that Cindy was complaining, but I think I was getting the better part of the deal. The orgasms she delivered were spectacular. Self control be damned, I had reached the point where just watching her get naked got me going. A shared shower almost always ended in shared sex. "Do me. Do me now," she groans, quite out of sequence. Generally I finger her through one orgasm, then lick her through a couple more. Then she does me. That was the sequence we generally followed except for those nights dedicated to games playing. A quick readjustment had her flat on the back looking up at him. I in turn moved atop her in a hands and knees tripod, my erect member pointing down toward her bared pussy. Okay I admit my member was unsheathed. We started out with the best intentions, always using condoms, but things happened – things like shower sex or that explosive passage atop the kitchen table. In truth I think we, Cindy and I, were kind of hoping my sperm and her eggs would match up and bring on a mommy moment. There had been little talk of marriage, it didn't seem important, thought I told her time and again I would do the right thing by her. Perhaps condom free sex was our way of moving this relationship to the next step – the alter step. You know, the one where the guy says, "I take this woman as my wife and lover ... to have and sex forever more." Hovering there just above her pussy, I watch Cindy reach down between us. I figure she is going guide me in. I am not too proud to admit my old guy aim is none to sure. I tend to bump more than often hit down these days. That is especially true with a side on or back door entries. It was a small thing Cindy was willing to remedy. This time though Cindy flicks off the drop of pre-cum hanging from my slit. Transporting the gooey drop back up to her lips she licks her fingers clean. "Mmm," she snickers, "good sperm count." "Say what," I answer, realizing she is signally something new. "I'm pregnant, Jack," she laughs. "You finally did it, you dirty old man." I collapse atop her, the excitement of sex suddenly drained from my thoughts. After all these years I am going be a father. I have no idea what to say or do. As usual Cindy says it for me. "I love you, Jack. I love you total." That doesn't mean we didn't sex that night. Cindy was so turned on she kept me going with her busy lips right up through the dawn. Damn but I do love how she sucks AND how she fucks, and the feel of her pussy wrapped to my dick is like heaven reborn. Best yet are the orgasms we share. Come the dawn Cindy pulls on her waitress outfit, mops the dried cum off her legs and heads out the door. That next night finds us again curled together in our nakedness. Bedclothes, even sexy teddies make little sense when you are having nightly sex and as a rule Cindy and I only passed up 2 days out of 28 when the menstruation cramps got her down. Cindy is as sex crazy as any guy I know. We are kiss talking with her top and me asI gently rub her back. Torn between total fatigue and absolute excitement she is practically vibrating in my arms. "Fuck baby," she laughs "everyone left big tips, just because I'm pregnant. I made a pile of cash today." She literally chews on her words, pondering their significance. I am not saying Cindy is a dummy. It is just that well she has no money sense whatsoever. If the given the choice between a pile of ones verses two Ben Franklin's, she'd grab up the stack because it looks bigger. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeats for emphasis." "Do you want to .... Fuck," I ask quietly. "Yeah I do,"she smiles back. "I love fucking," she holler-laughs. "I love fucking you." At twenty eight Cindy is less than half my age. But I have gotten used to the idea of her being the Ever Ready bunny always on the go. Oh come on, you must of seen the ads with the floppy eared bunny beating on its drum. Cindy seemed unaware she was now going on 36 hours without sleep. She was still in Go-Go mode. A quick switch up puts me on top free to address all of Cindy's hot spots. Not that these spots matter all that much, for what Cindy likes best is wet syrupy kisses rained all across her body. "How can I not like him," she tells a friend. "He worships my body with his words and his kisses. And then we make love – grand glorious love. Every night we make love. Can you say that of your man?" I never felt so proud as the moment I overheard those words. It was dumb luck us meeting, dumb luck she was now pregnant. Wonderful dumb luck, the best kind of luck. I kissed her mouth, a long soft kiss followed by teasing bites pulling at her lips. "I love you, I love you," she answers as I run a line of kisses up her neck. "Oh baby," she moans, running her fingers across my balding scalp. She pulls on my hair and I twist her tit and we fall back laughing. Pushing me over she climbs over and straddles my hips. "I am going to fuck you, baby," she laughs. "I am going to kill you with my love. Kill you dead." Reaching up I pull her down and kiss her hard. "I love you too, baby," I gasp, my mind all a whirl. The dream opens again on with that same sexy black chick in that same dreary hotel room. This time though she strips down to expose a belly gently swelling out to accommodate a soon to be baby. How did this happen rushes through my brain as I sit up gasping for air. "Where am I," I mumble through cracked dry lips. "City General," a voice announces, "ICU recovery, You had a heart attack, Mr Jackson. You passed out at the office Christmas party." "Fucking hell," I growl. "Where's Cindy?" The voice is now standing at my side leafing through some clip board papers. "Who is Cindy? Is she someone we should contact?" Looking up I realize the clip board holder is the sexy black chick from my dream – the sexy pregnant one.. Behind her lights are dancing across the monitors and the PA system is playing soft music. I fall back into the pillow, confused. For the life of me I can not remember Cindy's last name. "Fucking hell," I growl again. Confused I look in the mirror as my reflection looks back. Oh how I wish she hadn't invited me to this party. I sigh. I walk out of the bathroom with my towel on, into my room which look like a total wreck from me trying to find something to wear. I looked on the bed to see the outfit that took me hours to find, it was a tight tan skirt with a plain coral half shirt. I plan to wear my new coral heels that i bought from the mall the other day with my sister Shamere and my two nephews William and ZyZy. That was a good day. I dropped my towel to reveal my slightly wet caramel skin that glistened from the sun coming from my open curtains. I grabbed my sensitive skin Dove lotion from off my dresser beside the bed, I squeezed some on my hand. I started to rub lotion on my freshly shaved legs that seemed somewhat medium size but seemed long, up to my hips that were really wide but match up perfect with my ass. Then up to my chest that showed my perfect 36C cup breast, that i still considered to be small. I had curves every since i was 14. I slipped my nude colored lace thong up. My phone starts to ring. "Hello?" I answered in a mellow tone. " Hey baby Its me." He said sounding like he was smiling at the other end. "Kayden? Oh my gosh your so lucky I answered. You know how I feel about answering to unknown numbers." I said in a kinda jokey but serious tone " I know, I know, but the calls that I've been getting from random people lately were starting to annoy me so I went and got my number changed." He said sounding kinda happy and relieved " Oh ok Babe, so you gonna come see me before I head off to the party Sarah invited me to?" I said hoping he would "Well... I will try to stop by ok baby, but i cant promise you." He said in a sincere but still hopeful tone "Awwe, is it work again?" I asked in a disappointed tone "No but I promised to go with Rochelle and her Boyfriend to the movies. She wants me to approve of him. Its to bad you couldn't come." " Yeah i know but I promised something to Sarah too. You know I try to keep my promises." "I know babe its ok, but we can defiantly spend time together since I'm off tomorrow." He said in a excited voice I smiled and said "Yay finally! So I guess I will see you tomorrow then. I love you" I could tell he was smiling because he said " I love you too my most beautiful girlfriend in the world." Then we hung up. I smiled thinking about how sweet Kayden was, he was not only sweet but good looking to. I loved his facial features especially his nose. Its roundness is just so perfect, his hazel eyes to go along, also with his golden tanned skin. But what really drives my crazy is his tone muscular body, its not as rip as i want him to be but its still pretty nice. He almost seems flawless except one thing. He's a virgin. Yeah he isn't alone because I'm one too. We've been dating since I was 16, he was 17 when I met him. I met him at camp Lakemoor in Pennsylvania. I got attracted by him because he was so sweet to his siblings and how he would punch a guy over anyone he loved. But he was a shy guy. I liked it though. He told me why he wanted to stay a virgin. It was because he wanted to spend the rest of his life making love to the women he would marry one day. I thought it was a beautiful thing, but now i just want him to rip my clothes off and let me have it. But I guess its love that keeps me with him. I guess. Lost in my thoughts i was behind schedule. I threw my clothes on, fixed my make-up ( which was a pinkish coral lip with a natural eyeshadow). My natural hair looked so perfect after I took it out of the bantu knots I had in for the past two days. Nice and curly I thought. Then threw my heels on. Grabbed the keys. Locked the door. Jumped into my 2014 black jeep and drove off. ******************************************** Walking in from the valet parking area, the sight was breath taking. It was a hotel party. I could tell it was expensive but then again Sarah is a rich preppy white chick, who looked like a Barbie so it shouldn't really be a surprise. I walk up to the desk and said " I'm here for the party." The front desk boy said while checking his computer not looking at me " Oh you must be talking about the Parker charity foundation party in the Penthouse suit." " Um yes." I said with a bit of uncertainty He finally looked at me. He sort of drop his mouth while almost drooling over himself. " Um are you ok sir." I said a bit nervous "Oh I'm sorry ma'am. Its just that your really beautiful." He said in a sincere tone " Well thank you." I said while looking down at my feet "Um can I get your ID and pass for the party?" He said while staring into my light brown semi-slanted eyes. "Here you go." I said when i hand him that. He smiled at my picture, admiring it. Then he finally asked "How do you pronounce your name?" I knew that question would come up sooner or later. "It's pronounced Morgani (Mor-guh-nee)." I said smiling "Thats a beautiful name." he said while returning my smile "Thank you I get it that alot." I said smiling "Well here you go, take the elevator to the 26th floor that whole floor is the penthouse suit, and one last thing." he said while extending his hand "My Name is Austin." "Nice meeting you Austin." I said while excepting his hand shake. Then I turned away and started walking to the elevator not to far from the front desk. I could feel him and the other desk attendances staring at my perfectly shape ass that complements my hour glass figure. I got in the elevator. I later find out that Austin didn't work there. *********************************************** I walk in the party to immediately get greeted by Sarah who was on the edge of being fucked up. "Hey girl."she said while smiling hard "Hey Sarah, you seem a bit to tipsy?" "Yeah I know I just wanted to loosen up some!" She said in a loud manner I was sort of embarrassed. She then grabbed me by the hand and took me to mingle, then we took group photos with people I did't even know. Then finally she let me lose to be by myself, probably not for long. I took that chance to go get me something to drink, from the bar. "Do you serve orange juice?" I asked smiling He replied "I wish." Smiling back " well I will just take some water please." He said "coming right up." I sat there for a minute. He bought some ice cold water. I said " Thank you." I turned around looking at all these people here. Then I came in direct contact with this guy, he sorta looked like the attendant at the desk. I hurried up and looked away. Then he started to walk toward me. In my head I was like 'OH SHIT' what do I do. I turned back around to the bar and drink my water. He sat in the seat right beside me. " Hey." He said while looking at me I didn't reply " whats your name?" he asked "Whats yours?" I said with kinda an attitude. Still not looking at him. " Nick but most people call me by my middle name, which is Carter." He smiled I always wanted to name my first born sons middle name Carter I thought. "So can I get your name?" He asked again. I finally looked at him and he is what any women would want to desire, but mostly me. His eyes were greenish blue with eyelashes that were long, his lips were pink and not to thin but perfect for kissing, his nose was round kinda like Kayden's but it fit his face really well. He had a black 5 o'clock shadow going on which made him look even sexier. His hair was cut like a mixture of Justin Bieber and Adam Lavine but dark black that complements his eye color. His Skin was Perfectly tanned. He was about 6'1 to my 5'4. And really muscular. I could see how big his arms were through his suit jacket. Thats how i imagined my dream man to be. "How do I know your not a psychopath?" I said smiling " Thats a good question? Can I at least get the first letter." He said returning my smile "I just will tell you instead of letting you go through the trouble of guessing my name." I said while looking away "Ok then whats your name?" He said smiling " It's Morgani (Mor-guh-nee)." I said while looking it his pretty eyes He looked in mine. It was like he could see my soul. Like he could see the future of us being together "Wow thats a beautiful name for a beautiful women." He said while showing all his Perfectly white teeth with a smile I smiled looking down. He grabbed my chin and asked " why is a beautiful black woman like you always looking down or away?" "I don't know." I said while I looked in his eyes as he looked into mine "Hey can I show you something?" He asked in a kinda nervous way My mind was like what do you need to show me that we have to leave all these people to go to a secluded area. "I'm not sure if thats a good idea." I said looking at my water He says "I promise you I'm not a psychopath." He smiled. For some reason I believed him, and it felt like I was safe with him. I finally said " Ok." He smiled and took me by the hand. His hand was really big, in between rough and soft. We took the elevator. All the way up to the top floor. We ended up in a conference room. "I don't think were suppose to be here." I whispered He ignored what I said. He led me to the window that seem to keep going for miles. I let go of his hand and walk toward it. "Wow its beautiful." I said while smiling. The view of the city of California was amazing. Never ever seen anything like this in my life. The buildings were lit up like a christmas tree. So many different colors. It was beautiful. "I know." He said while looking at it himself "I bet you have showed all the girls this." I stated He replied "No your the first." I smile "well I bet you use that line a lot." "No, not really, its rare I use it." He said walking up toward me I Turned around to a kiss getting planted on my lips. He held my waist, moving one hand up toward my shoulders. I kissed back putting my hands around his neck, letting his tongue enter my mouth. The taste of him was addictive, he tasted like he had just eaten strawberries. This made me very aroused, my nipples got hard, while my pussy moistened. He broke out of the kiss, to kissing my neck. A moan slipped out. "You like that baby?"he said while feeling down my ass. I could feel his erection. I felt so good knowing I could turn a guy like him on. I thought about how Kayden won't even finger me or suck on my nipples, he won't even let my suck on his cock. I've never went down on a guy before, but I only let one guy go down on me, it sure wasn't Kayden. I have been fingered before too. He went back to kissing my lips, while trying to feel up my skirt. He picked me up and put me on the conference table. He pulls my thong off, sticks it in his jacket pocket, and rubs my pussy. I start to moan. "Your so wet baby." He said while sticking two fingers in me moving them in and out really fast He kissed my neck and bit it and sucked on it. My moaning got out of control. I was reaching the peak of my orgasm "I'm....c..cumming." I moaned loudly my body tighten up and my juices squirted out. He took his fingers out of my pussy, and licked my sweet juices off of them. Then kissed me so i could taste them. Thats when the guilt hit me hard. I pull away, breathing heavily. "I have to go." I said while fixing myself. "Did I do something wrong?" He said kinda confused I started to walk to the elevator. "Wait. Where are you going?" He said kinds sternly but still confused I pressed the button and turned around and said "No you didn't do anything wrong. Its my fault. Im sorry." He walked up toward me and said "what do you mean? Do you not like me? Because I like you." "N... No I do you like you, but I can't like you." I stuttered while looking down. His eyes softened he simply asked " Then what is it?" He was right in front of me I looked up and said with my light brown eyes glistening "I'm in a relationship with someone already." His face didn't change, he asked "Do you love him?" I've been questioning myself about that lately. Do I love him? I mean I say i love you to him all the time, but do i really mean it? I'm suppose to love him we've been together since I was 16. He repeated " Do you love him? "I don't know." Came rushing from my mouth I looked at his chest. He then said "Well he hasn't been doing a go job at satisfying you." "Why should you care? You probably only wanted to get in my skirt, and leave me to regret it later." I snapped at him He paused looking at me with fury. But didn't say a word. The elevator door opened and I step into it. He then said "Please don't go."with a softened face again. Maybe he did care about her, but why so much when they just met? He steps in the elevator with me. He says to me looking into my eyes "I know this sounds weird but I've liked you since the first time I seen you at the coffee shop with your friend Sarah." I looked at him like 'What The Fuck'. "Your a stalker!" I snapped with anger He kinda got turned on by me being upset with him. "Its not like that." he said while reaching to press the stop button on the elevator "Then what is it like? Because I am totally confused." I said yelling at him "The first time I saw you I wanted to walk up to you. I was to nervous to because you seemed very independent. But I kept seeing you everywhere I went like I was at the mall just hanging with my little brother Austin, and i seen you with what look like your sister and your two nephews. I thought it was really sweet of you to get them ice cream. Then I seen you here. So I took this chance to make my move. Your so beautiful." He with sincerity Now I felt bad. I looked at his green eyes and said " But... I can't be with you even if i wanted too because It wouldn't be right by breaking the guys heart that I've been with since 16. That wouldn't be fair to him." I couldn't lie I wanted Carter as much as he wanted me just being near him makes me wet. He press the stop button to make the elevator resume. He asked "Does he make you happy?" He looked at my face. I turned away. I couldn't answer that. I didn't answer. The doors finally opened and I walked out. He followed behind me. But someone called him "Um Mr. Parker." The voice said He stopped and turned around and replied "Yes Fred." "Would you like us to get your car sir." "No I'm ok." He said in a rush, but still politely He ran outside to where I was standing waiting for the valet to bring my car. "Will I see you again?" He Said kinda out of breath The valet boy pulled my car up and I looked at Carter and said " why are you still trying when I have Boyfriend?" He said in a charming tone " because I won't stop until I have you." He smiled, while walking me to the drivers side and opening the door. "Will I see you again?" He asked again, still using the same charming tone. "I don't know." I said kinda nervous He Kissed me on my forehead and then I drove off. *********************************************** He returned to the party. All he could think about was her. The image of Morgani, was imprinted in him. He had to have her to his self. He's never been this strung over a woman, but there was something about her that drove him crazy. The fact she was feisty made his craving even more blood thirsty to have her. After the party was over he went home. He ran some water for a bath so he could just think about her, and what he wanted to do to her. While getting undressed he discovered her nude lace thong in his jacket pocket where he had placed it when he took them off of her. He smelled them, while think about how her juices tasted. He knew he would see her again soon. Confused about Master's Role Chris was coming back to Pittsburgh after two months of training. He was always restricted to base except for a week off for Easter with family. I hated that he was restricted to base in different places where I could have visited. I had not seen him in two and a half months and knew that it would be eleven more months before I could see him again. There were times I missed him so badly I wanted to burst. Then he told me very exciting news: he was coming back to Pittsburgh for forty-eight hours before he would go for his final sixty days confined to base before deployment. He gave me a time frame so I could book a flight and a hotel room. I decided to fly in that Friday, even though he would not be coming in until Saturday morning. I wanted to have the room to myself and already be in Pittsburgh when he arrived so no time would be wasted for him waiting for me to come in. I would have early Saturday morning to get up and get showered and perfectly dressed when he arrived, and was supposed to land at nine in the morning. Plus, on Monday he would be leaving early so I could book an afternoon flight and stay at the hotel after he left and sleep a little longer. He asked me to wear nothing but skirts for the entire trip. I was also to purchase a school girl outfit and bring the bright blue lace up dress I had bought just to wear around him. I knew why he wanted those two pieces for Saturday. The eternal wait for that Friday - finally the day came and as instructed I wore a skirt. It was layered and a light floral flirty skirt with a tight cami and a very tiny black short sleeved cover. No underwear and the skirt barely covered; the last layer was so thin that the slightest breeze or even sitting down could easily expose my pussy or my ass. On the flight out, as always, I was stuck in the middle seat. There were two men I was in between and as I slid into my seat I laughingly said that at least they had someone tiny to sit between them. They were nice, flirtatious, and I talked with both for a while and flirted back, but then I quietly drifted off to sleep. When I arrived at the airport and retrieved my luggage, I rolled it into the bathroom and stood with my luggage in front of the mirror on the wall and took a picture and sent it to Chris, to verify I had indeed worn the short small outfit all the way across the country. It was cold out and though I had only skirts and sandals, I had at least brought a coat for when I would go outside. I checked into the hotel and went to my room. I knew I should eat something but I was just too anxious and horny to eat. I texted him that I was in the hotel room and the room number. I was hoping we would sext but instead he left me hanging. Alone in the room with my thoughts, my fantasies, and horny, but I did not touch myself. I realized later that there was going to be a punishment for something I did wrong to Chris, who wanted me to call him my other husband. I had been scared of what would happen, as he alluded to finding out how cruel he could be. At the time I was upset with myself for hurting my other husband. He made a simple request that I wait a specific amount of time to play at a swinger party and to text him what I was doing throughout the evening. I caved and fucked a man one hour before the time he wanted me to start fucking. Chris was very angry that I did not honor his request. He set the specific time so I could flirt with other men, not jump into playing. However, once I landed in Pittsburgh, this never entered my mind until later as I would find out that complacency is a bad thing to allow.I forced myself to go to bed extra early so I could get up extra early and look refreshed. It was hard but finally my mind slowed down and I drifted off to sleep. The wake-up call came promptly at six and I started the coffee in the room. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed, shampooed, and shaved myself almost raw. I did not want to cause rug burn during the first round. I put on a very tight, short black spandex skirt with a tight red cami and an all white long sleeved half shirt that covered nothing on the front. I drank the coffee from the room coffee maker but it was horrible. I had so much time to kill and even though I had not been up long, I was so excited and rejuvenated. I had messed with my hair and make-up too many times. I put on flat sandals for now and grabbed my coat and walked about a half mile to a Starbucks I had found online. I bought both a hot cup of regular coffee with cream and an iced vanilla latte. I knew I would need both! I headed back to the hotel and the walk helped burn off some of the energy. I had not seen him in over two months, and after this it would be about another eleven months. I wanted the perfect weekend for him (and I) before he left. I knew the trip would be bittersweet as I knew after Chris left on Monday morning and the reality of how much time would be left until I saw him again would set in. But I had right now and new memories to create and though I knew the weekend would fly by too quickly, I wanted this wait for him to arrive to end. Finally he sent a text that he had landed and would be at the hotel shortly. I texted back the room number and that I was ready for him. I brushed my teeth, fussed with hair and make up again, took off the flat sandals and put on sparkling silver heels with sparkling ankle straps. Too high to wear for much walking but I was not planning on much walking. Finally, a knock at the door. He was finally here!!!! I opened the door and there he was - in uniform with his bag, sexy, hot, and those eyes. Men in uniforms do nothing for me - except Chris. Then again, I do not care what he wears, if anything, I always think he is hot! He threw the bag down and pushed me against the wall and started kissing me, deeply, softly, aggressively, so perfectly. I could not help but smile! I sat on the bed while we chatted as he peeled off each layer of his uniform until he was only in his underwear. Then we both laid back on the bed and hugged tight while I rubbed his back and ran my hands down to his ass. I thought he might need a rest but I could feel his cock growing hard against me. The wait was too long, I sat up and he helped me peel off my outfit until I had nothing but the shoes on. He threw off his underwear, sucked on my tits, then ate my pussy just long enough to tease me. I was so wet I reached down and grabbed his cock and shoved it into my pussy. His perfect cock slid in and my pussy grabbed it tight. He started off soft, then would speed up thrusting his cock in and out. Then he pulled out and laid on his back so I could ride him. I rode his cock and started into his eyes as I moaned with pleasure, feeling my eyes start to close in ecstasy, then opening them again so I could look at him. Then I moved off his cock and turned around and rode him reverse cowgirl, rubbing and grabbing his thighs as I was riding and he was pounding. He grabbed my waist and lifted me off of him. He grabbed my hair and shoved me into the bathroom and forced me over the bathroom counter in front of the mirror. He stood behind me and was fucking me harder and harder and faster and faster. I knew I was about to cum and holding back until he came, but it was hard. He was fucking and pounding so hard and so fast and I could see his face in the mirror as he started to moan loudly as he came, and I released and came hard just as he did. My pussy full from his large load and I wanted to hold it in as long as I could. No idea how long we fucked, but it was phenomenal, intense, and as always, long overdue. We laid back down on the bed together and snuggled. I knew he was tired but he only drifted off for a few moments. He got up, pulled out his laptop and posted the CL ad we had talked about. "Forty year old woman seeking to indulge her fantasies with men between the ages of 20-25 and 55 and up. She is a hot redhead, 5'3" and 105 pounds. Must provide facial pic and age in your response and in exchange you will receive a pic. Must be comfortable around others. No flakes." The ad was up, he already had pictures of me in both the blue dress and the school girl outfit. The younger men would see the blue dress pic, the older men would see the school girl pic. Now it was a matter of waiting to see if anyone responded, or if CL would flag it thinking I was a hooker. I agreed for his pleasure I would fuck whoever he chose and as many as he chose. He said he would not show me the pics, simply tell me which outfit to wear. Within the hour responses started rolling in and many with facial pics. Those who responded without a picture had their response deleted. He gave them time frames from noon to five to arrive. I jumped into the shower to quickly clean and again shave my pussy while I waited. I came out and sat wrapped in the towel, waiting for instructions. Shortly after twelve there was a knock at the door. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt so he could sit behind the desk in the room, monitor the computer, and watch me on the bed. Before he answered the door, he told me to put on the school girl outfit. No matter who came, I had to pretend they were hot and I was super horny for them. He was testing to see if I really would fuck anyone he chose for me and no matter how humiliating, would I get aroused by it. All I could think was to just get through this and when it was done he would fuck me again. I wanted to pass the test and prove myself to him, indulging him so he would indulge me again with his cock. I knew by five o'clock he would be ready again! I put on the entire school girl outfit with white stockings and shoes, knowing I looked like a fool at my age. I came out and the man was sitting on the bed taking his shoes and socks off. He was at least in his sixties, fat and hairy, with moles on his face. He looked absolutely disgusting but I smiled as I walked out of the bathroom with my hands behind my back, with an innocent looking walk. He looked at me and smiled and said that was the pussy he wanted to fuck. I had to wonder if he would be the worst one of them all or if it only went downhill from him. I had him stand up and I pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock was tiny but hard and I wondered if he had to pop viagra before coming over. I grabbed his cock in my hand and smiled up at him as I licked it, stroked it, and then put the disgusting thing in my mouth. I was working it hard and he pushed my head away. So close to cumming but he stopped me! He said he wanted to fuck my sweet pussy as he began fingering it. I was bone dry and knew I needed lube to get through this. He told me to get on the bed and I looked at him and told him he had to put a condom on. He started to protest but I said it was for his safety and mine and I never fuck without one. He did not bring one with him so I got up and pulled one out of my purse. I brought a ton of extras, regular and Magnum. Some guys always try to slip by and push for bareback. I put the condom on this gross tiny cock and added lube that I had brought - a very generous amount. He laid back on the bed, pants at his ankles and wearing just an undershirt, and I could see all the hair hanging out from the shirt. I got on top and started riding him hard. I faked moans of pleasure and I leaned forward and started licking his ear, despite the hair hanging out from inside his ear. I gently whispered his name over and over again and repeatedly said I was going to cum, making my moans louder and louder. Thankfully he came and I practically leaped off the bed. I sucked it up and told him he was great and hopefully I would see him when I was back in town. I ran into the bathroom to wipe off while he dressed and left. I heard them talking but did not know what they were saying. Once I heard him leave I came out in the towel and told him how disgusting and gross he was, but he said I did a very realistic job when I was fucking him, which pleased me. I laid on the bed and we chatted while waiting for the next guy. No idea who or what age or how gross. I was trying not to think about the gross old guy - a memory I wanted to bury. I had no idea how many guys I could get through and keep up the act. Finally a knock on the door and he looked out the curtain and told me to put the blue dress on. I ran into the bathroom and put on the blue dress and the same high heeled sparkly ankle strap shoes. I came back out and though the guy was hot, he was clearly in the 20 to 25 category. I smiled at him and asked in a seductive voice what his name was and how old he was. He said he was 24 and I stopped for a second. The same age as my daughter, trying to wrap my brain around the fact I was going to fuck a guy the same age as my daughter. Suddenly the gross old guy did not seem so bad. It is amazing the tricks the brain will play, but I had to put it out of my head and act the part. He kept telling me how hot and sexy I was and I thought he would die if he really knew how old I was, or if he would get off on that. Pushing forward, I continued to walk toward him and when I reached him he put one hand behind my head and the other around his waist, pulling me into him and kissing me passionately over and over. Then he unlaced my dress and pulled out one of my tits and began caressing it, kissing it, and sucking it and saying over and over how beautiful my tits were. I wanted to keep the dress on but he slid it off of me, but left the shoes on. Okay, dark hair and dark eyes and a hot body, don't think about the age. He had me sit on the edge of the bed and slowly pushed me back as he started eating my pussy. Same age as my daughter yet I was getting so wet and he was good at what he was doing. He pulled out a condom, took of his jeans and shoes, and scooted me all the way back on the bed. He slowly entered me with his good sized thick cock and though I would regret it later, I was lost in the moment. I would look over and see Chris watching me get fucked and he smiled as he sat back in the chair with his legs on the desk. He knew I was enjoying it and he was getting off knowing exactly what was going through my head! The guy fucked me for the longest time then had me roll over onto all fours as he stood at the side of the bed and began pounding me from behind. I was moaning in pleasure, but not deliberately. I had lost control of myself and it felt so good. I actually came on my own, no faking, which caused him to cum with a loud yell. He pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments before going into the bathroom to clean up. I was still laying naked on the bed, only my shoes on, trying to grasp what had just happened. He came out of the bathroom and dressed, kissed my hand and left. Somehow kissing my hand made me feel older, even though it was only intended as a polite gesture. Once the too young guy left, Chris started laughing at me. He said I was definitely not faking it, he could tell, and to admit that I enjoyed being fucked by a guy the same age as my kid and even though I did not want to admit it out loud I did. I jumped off the bed, took the shoes off, grabbed the towel, and curled into a ball on the bed. Two down, no idea how many left and which category they would be in. One was hideous, the other hideous because of the pleasure. I drifted off to sleep as my brain was on overload. Thankfully there was an hour gap before the next man arrived. Over the next few hours there were two more older men and two more way too young men. I kept sanity intact by watching him watching me, knowing that when I had proven I could do this for him, he would fuck me again and be proud. I got through it, watching him, then closing my eyes, and focusing my mind on anything but what I was doing, while making realistic noises and reactions, treating each man as though he was the greatest fuck I had ever had and thanking them for indulging me. I fucked six men and he told me his goal was six men. I asked what time it was and he said four-thirty. I knew we agreed that it ended at five. The last guy was young so I was still in my bright blue lace-up slutty dress with the sparkly heels. He stood up and stretched and I could see his hard on through his jeans. Oh yeah, he is going to fuck me now and it will be so good because I passed the test. He was horny as hell and even though I felt raw, I was growing wet as he walked over to the bed. He sat by me while I was laying on my side with my head propped up on one hand. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me now, smiling as I asked. Then he said something I had forgotten, that I had disobeyed one simple thing he had asked as my other husband and that I was about to find out just how cruel he could be. I had been so focused and preoccupied I foolishly let myself fall into false complacency. There was a knock at the door. I wondered what man could possibly be worse than any of the other six. In walked a skinny kid, not very tall, and there was no possible way he was even twenty. He looked like he was sixteen at best. I caught myself biting my upper lip and trying not to react but I could not. I asked him to show me his driver's license. He looked surprised but I was making a stand. I was not going to commit a felony for anybody. He reluctantly pulled it out and it said he was eighteen! I was told twenty to twenty-five. Chris looked wickedly at me and sat behind the desk. I really had no choice. I had to fuck an eighteen year old skinny looking kid, two years older than my youngest daughter. I felt sick to my stomach as I tried to repeat the routine of kneeling, sucking his cock, and letting him fuck me. The only saving grace was that he was very very quick to cum and he quickly dressed and left. I laid there and could feel the tears streaming down my face. That was the most cruel punishment he could possibly inflict. I was too horrified to be angry, so sick to my stomach, and upset. I looked at him and he could see the tears and I said I had passed his tests and passed the punishment and it was cruel. Chris stood up, still hard as a rock, grabbed his money and cards, including his room key card and his bag with his uniform, and opened the door. I asked where he was going. He laughed as he told me that was not the punishment. He called me a stupid cunt for even thinking that was the punishment and I really was a fucking pathetic whore that I fucked all of them. He said it was fun to watch but he was still pissed about disobeying him. He was not going to touch my disgusting body - he was going out to fuck another woman! I asked him when he would be back and he said he did not know when. I asked him why he was taking his uniform and he only said, "just in case", then he walked out the door, leaving me alone in the room with nothing but my thoughts. I sat up on the bed stunned. I was such a fucking pathetic whore that I fucked all of them for him, the last being the worst, and he left me. Then it hit me, a wave of crying started as I realized where he had gone. He was fucking Jen, a very hot vanilla co-worker he had fucked before. I do not care that he fucks other women but he was going to fuck her when we had so little time together, on my time. Was it revenge or just an excuse to go fuck someone hotter and not a fucking slutty whore like me? My mind was racing and emotionally I was a wreck, I felt so disgusting, allowing myself to be used, and all for what? To pass a test, to pay for a bad mistake that hurt him. What was he thinking about me? I was confused - why was he punishing me so badly as my other husband? I would understand more if he was punishing me as his Master and the men I had fucked were part of my Master's plan for me to prove submission. He had wanted this for a long time but we thought it would wait until he came back next year. I could not stand it anymore, I got up and literally ripped the blue dress off and shoved it in the garbage. I was never putting that disgusting thing on again. I took off the shoes and stood paralyzed in front of the garbage. A simple decision of keeping them or throwing them away, and I could not decide. Would they be a painful reminder or could I overcome that and where them again? I finally moved and threw the shoes in my suitcase. At least I was capable now of making one decision. My next decision was to shower and scrub and scrub and shampoo and start over again. I blew dry my hair, put make-up back on, and put on the outfit I had so carefully chosen for when he first walked through the door. Confused about Master's Role An hour had passed and I finally worked up the nerve to send him a text asking when he was coming back. Half an hour later he sent a text back that he was getting off work at noon tomorrow and maybe he would come back then. Now I could feel myself surging with anger. He was staying the night with her? One of the things we do best and is so intimate is sleep together. She was going to get the evening fuck and the morning fuck. What if he came back and did not want to fuck again, or stayed another night with her? I was pacing the room as I was beyond pissed and so angry. As so often happens, if I become too angry I start crying and I was crying all over again. I was a fucking pathetic whore and I fell right into a trap, perfectly laid plans of cruelty of the worst sort. I would have rather had him whip me with his belt or rape my ass, not caring if it hurt so much I could no longer tolerate the pain. Total power exchange is always more mental than physical, but this was an extreme example of humiliation. Thoughts of the disgusting men I fucked, one right after the other, kept flooding my brain. Even though I was not paid to fuck them, I was still a whore in every sense of the word. In an odd way, it would have been more tolerable if they had paid for the fuck. It would have been a different mind set. I did this to please my Master and disgusted now that I found any of it arousing, only to be left alone. Even though I had not eaten all day, I had to make my brain shut down. Too much emotion and adrenaline throughout the day, and such a horrible ending. I was mad, I needed to sleep, and I needed to get even. I slept until eight the next morning. The physical and emotional exertion from the day before had taken its toll. Sleep, so much sleep, can help clear my brain, I awoke feeling angry, not upset. I needed to burn off the anger before he came back. No matter what he did, I was stubborn and I was not going to let him see this. I already thought the weekend was ruined so I would have to turn my anger into acting to pretend, and hope somewhere there would be something to save the weekend. I also knew and would wait until I got home that we would need to discuss the difference between him being my other husband and him being my Master. I realized that if I had disobeyed my Master, I might not have hurt so badly. He needed to learn that when he is my other husband I do not take orders from husbands, which I did not realize until after I had made the huge mistake. For now, it was time to shower and shave and get ready for the day. I also realized that I had not eaten since Thursday night and I would have to force down some food. I had plenty of time to get ready and walk to Starbucks for coffee and some food. Though I had a specific sexy miniskirt for today, I passive-aggressively put on a denim micro mini-skirt with a dark blue tight cami. I had brought the skirt as an extra just in case but when he specifically said no jeans I took that to mean no denim as well. I walked over to Starbucks and had coffee and managed to eat a few bites of the muffin. I know I needed more food but I just did not have the stomach for it. I struggle to keep weight on and this trip was going to set me back. I returned to the room and waited, thinking about how I would act when (or even if) he returned. Thankfully the maid service came while I was gone. The trash was empty so Chris could not see the torn blue dress inside. I would throw away the school girl outfit in the airport bathroom before I checked my luggage. I was not going to fly home knowing it was in my suitcase. I knew he was not going to want sex when he came back as I knew he would have had his morning fuck with Jen, who I was convinced he stayed the night with, but I was never going to ask who or for any details. Even if it was not her, it was somebody other than me and on my time. I could feel the anger starting to surge again and on impulse I went on his laptop and started searching for flights. He had his own key to the room to retrieve his laptop and anything he had left here. No matter what time I could get a flight out, I could book the flight and leave in a taxi before he came back. However, I realized that if I did this, it was not my master that I would hurt, it was my other husband. Leaving could end the relationship and there was no chance to salvage the weekend. I had to push the anger and hurt back so I stopped using the computer and made the decision to stay. I was pacing the room at noon, wondering again when or if he was coming back. At twelve-thirty Chris returned to the room in his uniform and his bag. I was laying on the bed reading a book when he came in. I smiled and said hello and asked him if he had fun. He said work was not fun and said nothing about the night before or the morning before work, and I did not ask. I knew I would have a hard time containing the anger in front of him - my face would turn red and no matter how I acted my face would give me away. He only said he had a long night and tough day working and he stripped down to his underwear and laid down on the bed next to me.He looked like he wanted to cuddle but I just stayed on my stomach with my elbows on the bed holding the book as I told him to take a nap and asked what time to wake him up. He surprised me - his cock was hard and he said he wanted to fuck. We kissed and then I started sucking his cock. I could not smell any pussy on him. This led me to so many different thoughts. He either had fucked her this morning and showered. He did not fuck her this morning and that is why he wanted to fuck now. Or he wanted to fuck now, relax the rest of the day, and not fuck me again. My mind was on overdrive as I obediently got on top of him and put his cock into my pussy. To my surprise I was very wet. How does he do this to me? I did not ask, I refused to ask any questions. When he came he said to just let him sleep until he woke-up. Pretending to read was fruitless and while he was napping he rolled into me and put his arm around me. Instead of reading, I put the book down and laid down on my side facing him. I put my arm around him and gently rubbed his back. I tried to convince myself I was just acting but despite this, it felt so good to be cuddling with him and the fuck felt great. I simply watched him while he slept and kept rubbing his back until I drifted off as well. After a two hour nap we woke up and said he felt much better. He kissed me a few times and said I looked very sexy. So the passive-aggressive plan did not work - I was grateful it did not work. He was sucking me in again! When he woke-up he told me that he did not mean to fall asleep away from me but he did and woke-up with just enough time to get ready. Okay, so he had an evening fuck but not a morning fuck. He apologized for staying the night with someone else as he did want to come back to me. I still did not ask who or for details, but I was indeed sucked back in completely and feeling better. He ordered a pizza, but I still did not have the stomach to eat, so he played on the computer as he ate. We talked like crazy, held each other in bed while watching TV and talking in between. I was so relaxed and the perfection of the weekend, minutes a few hours, had returned. Chris commented again about my micro denim mini skirt, saying it looked sexy. Then suddenly his look changed, and his eyes were such that I knew I was clearly looking at my Master. He said that a denim mini skirt was the same as wearing jeans and I could not follow simple fucking instructions. He did not realize it was a passive-aggressive gesture, but if I admitted this, it would have made it worse. My Master then began questioning me about my loyalty to him as his submissive slave. He said not only had I disobeyed his request before I came, but I could not follow simple instructions as to what to wear, and I showed no reaction to his punishment. He said I was disloyal and I did not respect him and I only pretended to have feelings for him. I started begging and pleading that he was wrong - I was loyal to him and that I loved him. He simply asked if this were true, why was I searching for flights on his laptop? Why was I trying to leave? For such a detail oriented person, I overlooked such a small but extremely important detail - not deleting the search history on his computer. He said he thought his punishment was cruel but now I deserved to be punished again, despite my attempts to plead with him and explain. I knew what was going to happen next. He went over to my suitcase to see if I had followed through on other items I was to bring. At least I had remembered this and he pulled the leg spreader out and walked over to the bed. He grabbed my hair and pushed me onto my back. He secured my ankles and wrists to the leg spreader. Then he pulled his cock out and I knew the rape was coming. I knew he would rape my ass after he raped my pussy, while telling me how pathetic I was and spitting on me. I could take this physical punishment, understand it, and have the pleasure along with the pain. But this time was different - he did not put his cock in my pussy and I did not see him make a move toward the lube. I could feel the head of his thick long cock touching my very tight ass and I tensed up, which was even worse. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into my raw ass and I closed my eyes tight and my hands clenched within the restraints. He then jammed the rest of his cock into my raw ass and I could not bear the pain - I screamed. He started pounding my ass as he pushed my head into the mattress to muffle my screams. I could hardly breathe, the pain was beyond what I could take, and I could feel panic but was powerless. Chris pulled out and released me from the restraints. My ass was on fire, I could feel the mascara running down my face from tears of pain, and I was almost hyperventilating trying to catch my breath. He did not cum but maybe now he would make it easier. He put lube on his cock and then Chris grabbed my hair and shoved me into the bathroom and forced me over the bathroom counter in a position where I could watch in the mirror. He was rough as he shoved his cock inside my raw ass but it had stretched and the lube made it better. He began pounding with one hand on my wrists behind my back and the other on my hips. The pain was still enormous but I had no way to move. He was using his body weight to not just pound my ass but to keep me pressed against the counter. I was moaning loudly and crying out in pain. The louder I was the harder he pounded. I could not stop even though I knew it was only making it worse for me. He was going faster and faster and then announced he was going to cum. I could feel his long held in large hot load of cum pumping into my ass and his loud cum moans and panting, and despite the agony, I began to cum hard! He had my ass trained to be painfully raped and still cum. He released me and grabbed my hair and forced me onto my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasked to cum, lube and ass juice. He was still hard and shoving his cock in my mouth while I gagged and tears ran down my eyes. He stopped when he thought I had been humiliated enough and his cock was clean. He dragged me over to the bed and shoved me on my back and ordered me to stay there. He was fishing through my suitcase and found something else I had brought - a butt plug. He came over and jammed it in my ass, telling me I had to keep it in all night to hold his cum inside of me. I was so glad I thought to bring the small butt plug. We both went into the bathroom to clean up. Then we both walked over to the bed, I was walking gingerly, and laid down and pulled the covers over us, turned out the light, and snuggled hard for the only night we would sleep together for eleven months. I slept lightly because I wanted to make sure we were cuddling all night long, and I could feel the butt plug in my sore ass, but it was now a pleasant reminder. He fell asleep immediately yet he held me as hard as I held him and no matter which way he turned, I would wake up enough to make sure I either turned into him or turned away but stayed close so we could snuggle tight. I could afford a light sleep, being our final night. I wanted him to have a good restful sleep - one of the luxuries had when we are together. Monday morning came too quickly. I knew he had to leave at seven hours and I heard his cell phone alarm go off. It seemed like we had just gone to sleep! When he reset it for a few minutes I quickly went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and delicately pulled out the butt plug and cleaned it. I practically jumped back into bed. We were down to a few precious minutes and I did not want to spend any of it away from him. We rolled into each others' arms and held tight and I watched him sleep. I did not want to miss a moment. The cell phone alarm went off again, not a welcome ring as this time he woke wake up and turned it off - no more time to sleep. He rolled back into me, and his cock was hard as a rock. We bypassed the no kissing when we first wake up rule. I had already brushed my teeth and I welcomed his tongue in my mouth. I wanted all of him no matter what. We kissed and I took one hand and gently stroked his cock. He took one hand and was playing with my already wet pussy. Then he pulled me under him as he got on top and slid his beautiful cock inside of me. We kissed as he pounded my pussy with all his might. I knew there was not much time and the fucking was so intense he came inside of me. He kissed me once more and headed off to the shower. I was laying in bed, soaking in the pleasure and squeezing to hold his cum inside of me. He came out of the shower in a towel, then began putting on his uniform. I knew he was pressed for time and I tried to hold back emotion as I watched him dress. I knew it would be eleven months before I saw him again, and it would be in Vegas. We had texts before he left and e-mails during his deployment but I felt that surge of how hard it was going to be while he was gone. I just watched him and realized at this moment, I did not want any other man. He was very quiet as he finished dressing and packing, except to say what he always does - he does not know how he sleeps without me as he was so rested. He was finished and ready to leave. I got up naked and gave no thought to how my hair and face looked. He had seen me enough times in the morning, something I do not let others see. I stood on my tip toes to reach up and hug him. He hugged me hard and for a long time, then we kissed and he left, neither one of us saying "good-bye." I went back to bed and I could feel the tears coming down my face, overwhelmed that the weekend had indeed been phenomenal, had gone by too quickly, and there was such a long long wait until I could see him again in Vegas. I had a wake-up call set for nine, plenty of time to get ready, walk to Starbucks and get a taxi to the airport. I went into the bathroom and washed my face, put on make-up, and fixed my hair. I put on the tight short spandex skirt with tiny flowers, a hot pink cami, and a different small black cover that I was originally going to wear last night. I decided to forgo taking a shower until I got home. I always fly home with his cum inside of me and I did not want to let it go. I snapped a picture of myself in the full length mirror and sent it to him with a text message saying I missed him already and to be safe on his journey. He simply wrote back a thanks and that I was very sexy and he was saving this pic, too. Hours later at the airport I held the tears back as I boarded the plane. Bittersweet feelings as the plane took off for my journey home and the long long wait ahead of me.