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The Surrogate Ch. 01

By: AshamedSituation



Chapter 1

Happy Birthday

Shana woke up with a long stretch finding no error in the fact that she was in the living room completely naked. She was a professional model, therefore, felt no shame and let her breast hang freely as she entered the kitchen and prepared to make breakfast. The help staff could see every part of her as she bent down on to the floor to get a pan and allowed her tits to bounce up and down as she stirred the batter.

It was the norm though and no one took much notice except her husband who woke up alone in the master bedroom. No matter how exhausted Shana became she couldn't sleep without the TV blazing in the background while he could not tolerate it. Oh well, she deserved it after all the trouble he put her through. As much as he loved her he was still her manager therefore his duty to force her to diet, exercise, and prevent her from doing anything to compromise her beauty; for example, unless she was willing to retire she couldn't give him the children that he wanted. If she wanted to fall asleep to late night talk shows that was the least he could give her.

"Alex," he looked up with a smirk once his nude wife waltzed into the bedroom with a plate of pancakes.

"Baby," he grinned scooting so she could sit next to him taking the breakfast knowing the plate full of carbs was meant for him, "since when do you cook love?"

"It's your birthday," she brushed her long black hair back before kissing her deeply.

Alex wasn't the kind of guy into celebrating birthdays, but he thought nothing of it as he took in her gorgeous body. The body usually made no difference if the face was off but her's, thanks to her cunning brown eyes, was flawless. Her breast weren't the biggest compared to his other models, but her ass was what paid the bills and could compliment any thong thrown at her. Prior to signing Shana to his agency he'd been the average playboy fucking anything that was above a nine on his scale, but then he met her. It had been love at first sight.

"Time for my breakfast," the little vixen whispered pulling the blanket away.

Alex's cock was already getting hard from looking her over, and was fully erect when she softly put her fingers around the length and slowly began to jerk him off.

Pancakes were the last thing on his mind as he put the mess of syrup to the side and allowed his hands to cover her perky nipples.

"Time for a boob job?" Shana asked.

"Never," one hand remained as the other traveled down her soft stomach to her moist slit that he teased, "we can't risk scarring. Now shut up before you ruin the moment."

Many girls had blown him before, but Shana's were the only ones that mattered, because she had a genuine smile on her face as she kept eye contact with him while her tongue danced against his tip. She moved her wrist back and forth for a few moments longer before sucking on the head making a pleasing suction sound with her lips. Her fingers strummed across his balls as he continued working at her pussy to get her nice and wet.

"Oh God yes," he grunted as her lips made that beautiful 'o' shape before taking his cock in.

She intensified the pleasure by looking up at him as she relaxed her throat for him so he could thrust if he wanted to. Slowly and gently he allowed his dick to rest down her pipes. He'd gone to town on her mouth before, but he loved his wife's voice and was afraid of making it hoarse.

He twisted Shana's nipple a little before petting her on the head, "Good girl."

Wanting to be praised like the little pet she was before treated like she moved her head forward and back for him at a rapid rate while not neglecting his sack.

"God yes," he pushed on the back of her head feeling a climax coming, "good girl. Oh god yes I love you so much."

He pulled out after he cummed and smiled at that final suction cup sound as his cock felt a thin trail of his seed that got stuck on her cheek. With a simple smile Shana used her tongue to take it back into her mouth before swallowing.

"Happy birthday to me," Alex was in a mode of bliss as he lay down in his bed.

"I blow you every morning," her sweet voice shouldn't have had to remind him, "I got you a much better gift."

"Oh?" he rose an eyebrow.

Her smile only grew as she looked at him innocently, "Get me some clothes and we'll go see your present."

Alex gave a brief sigh before going to the closet to pick his wife out some clothes. She was one of the city's hottest models, but she had no sense of style. If she could have it her way she'd walk outside in sweats with a sports bra and unbrushed hair. To him she would be beautiful no matter what, but the media would thrash her for being normal.

"Do we wanna remind the world that you strut for a woman's bra and panty company or look as though you have an interview with Jay Leno lined up?"

Option A was slutty and option B was normal.

"Talk show," she told him rolling around on the bed naked, "I'll learn to dress myself one day."

"I enjoy it babe," he tossed her a signature bra and panty set from the company that owned them as well as a brand name pink tank top and short jean skirt, "pony tail with hoop earrings please." 

Shana put her clothes on as though it were a chore, but smirked again excited about his gift. Their sex life was about to get hotter than it already was.

The Surrogate Ch. 02



 2: Lunch with Daddy

It had been three weeks since Sadie had sex with her father after agreeing to be her mother's sex surrogate. Her mother had a severe uterine infection that precluded any sexual activity. Her mother had called this morning and said maybe it was time for Sadie to give her father some more attention. Perhaps lunch in father's office would be a good way to spend a rainy afternoon she suggested. 

After her husband left for work and her kids went to school Sadie made a sack lunch of sandwiches and potato chips for her and her father. She then ran a bubble-bath and sank into the soothing waters. She enjoyed the warm water caressing her body. She shaved her legs, armpits and touched-up the landing-strip of pubic hair above her labia.

After bathing she dried off and sprayed a generous amount of perfume on herself. She stood naked before the bath room mirror applied make-up to her face and vigorously brushed her auburn her. She noticed her vulva was starting to swell and her labia moisten. She was aware that her body was responding to her preparation for pleasurable taboo sex with her father. She smiled slyly at her reflection, the sexy naughtiest of incest made her excited.

Sadie went into her bedroom and wrapped a garter-belt around her hips. She giggled, it reminded her of a gun belt that cowboys wore in Westerns. She slapped her hips and pointed her fingers at her reflection in the full length mirror across the room. "Draw Daddy," she giggled again. 

The garter belt was forest green and would bring out the green tint of her eyes. She knew Daddy liked to look into her eyes when he cummed. She pulled a black fishnet stocking up each leg and fastened them to the straps of her garter belt. She slid the matching pair of forest green panties up her legs and over her ass. She patted the soft material has it clung to her pussy and was rewarded with more moisture. She smiled with pleasure. 

She decided not to wear a bra and gently pulled on her the nibbles at the end of her 38D breasts. She moved to her closet and slipped on a pair of black stilettos. She turned and looked at her reflection in a full-length mirror that stood in the corner of the room. Not bad, she thought, for a mother of two. She turned to check her back side and smiled at herself, she liked the way the high-heeled shoes shaped her ass and legs. She thought Daddy would approve too. 

She walked out of her bedroom, her breasts swaying and her ass gently wiggling. She opened the door to the hall closet door and took her trench coat out and put it on. She went to the kitchen and grabbed the sack lunch off the counter before walking out the garage door.

Sadie lightly drummed her manicured and painted finger nails on the steering wheel as she made the short drive to her father's office. She hummed to the music softly playing on the radio. As the traffic light turned red she stopped the car and moved her hand to her crotch. She lightly drew her index finger up and down her panty covered slit, increasing her arousal. The light turned green. She moaned and pushed down the accelerator.

She arrived and parked in the lot across the street from her father's office. The attendant whistled at Sadie as she sashayed by his booth. She smiled and waved at him. She hurried across the street to avoid the oncoming traffic and in effort to save her hairdo from the continuing rain. 

After reaching the lobby she hustled into the elevator. A balding middle aged man entered it just ahead of her. The doors closed and the elevator jolted upward. Sadie's belly joggled too, partly from the sudden jerk and partly in anticipation of what awaited her in Daddy's office. The man sniffed the confined air. He smiled knowingly at Sadie. She smiled back. The doors opened and she strutted out of the elevator fully aware the man was watching the sway of her ass as she walked away. 

"Is Daddy in, Carol?" Sadie asked her father's long time secretary. Her desk positioned like a sentinel in front of Daddy's office. Carol looked-up from her computer and smiled. "Why Sadie, we haven't seen you here in a long time. What brings you out on such a rainy day? "

"It has been a while, hasn't it? You're looking well, Carol. I've been helping mother take care of few things since she became ill. I thought I might surprise Daddy with lunch." Sadie said holding up the lunch sack.

Carol's nostrils flared as she picked-up the faint smell of sex in the air. She smiled at Sadie. "I'm sure your father would enjoy lunch with you. He's on the phone right now but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you quietly snuck in," she said looking at the multiple buttons lit up on the phone resting on her desk.

"Thanks Carol. I'll make sure he enjoys his lunch," Sadie said as she returned Carol's smile. She glanced at the writing on the door of her father's office: Allen Hardwick, Vice-President of Sales. She quietly turned the door knob and poked her auburn head through the opening door. 

Allen Hardwick watched his door open and smiled as he recognized his daughter waving a sack lunch at him. He waved her into the office as he continued with his business conversation. Sadie came in and closed the door. She leaned back against the door to recover her balance as her legs trembled with excitement. The latch audibly snapped as she locked the door. 

Sadie looked across the room at her father talking on the phone. She thought he was a rather attractive man in his tailored pinstriped business suit. In his early fifties, he still had a full head of hair although the hair itself showed more salt than pepper. He kept himself in shape and exuded confidence as only a successful Alpha-male could and confidence was very sexy.

She undid the belt of her trench coat and let it fall to the floor as she strutted bare breasted across the room to her father's desk. She felt very feminine as her large breasts gently jiggled with each step. Sadie smiled at Allen. His eyes widen in surprise at her sudden nudity.

She was pleased that her father no longer seemed interested in discussing business as he mumbled something into the phone. Sadie dropped the sack lunch on Allen's desk. She smiled at her father with lust. He struggled to keep the phone pressed against his ear. She gently tweaked her hard nibbles between her index finger and thumb. She giggled when he dropped the phone.

As Allen quickly picked the phone back up, Sadie turned her back to her father and slowly slid her green panties off her ass and down her legs. She paused briefly bent over at the waist to let her father enjoy the sight of puckered butt-hole and slick puss. She stepped out of her panties and giggled again when she heard the phone fall again.

She turned around and boldly walked around her father's desk. She dropped her panties into his open hand and swung his chair to the side. She knelt in front of Allen and unzipped his trousers. As Sadie fished her father's hard dick out of his pants she watched him raise her panties to his face. He inhaled deeply the aroma of her sex. His cock switched with delight at her scent. It almost jumped out of her hand as she ran her tongue down the 9 inch length of it.

Allen groaned, "Look Bill, something's come up here at the office. Let me call you back later." He hung up the phone and spoke to the auburn head of Sadie as it bobbed up and down of his dick. "Hello Sadie I'm glad to see you, all of you." 

Sadie quit sucking Allen's dick and said, "I thought I'd just drop by for something to eat." She looked up at her father and smiled. She kissed her father while continuing to work her hand up and down the length of his cock. His tongue invaded her mouth, letting her know how much he hungered for her. She broke the kiss and returned to her ministrations on his cock. 

She felt the huge cock begin to swell even more signally her that he was close to busting his nut. She aimed her father's spurting cock at her tits as he came. He was gripping the arm rests of his chair so tight she thought he might rip them off. Big ropes of cum splattered onto her chest. When Allen finished climaxing he said, "Thanks Baby Girl, I really needed that." He wiped her tits off with her panties, he could still catch the fragrance of her arousal on them. 

Sadie rose from the floor and pushed a pile of papers onto the floor as she crawled on to his desk. "What else do you need, Daddy?" She lay on her back and opened her legs. "Would you like a taste, Daddy?" Allen devoured her cunt like a starving man just returned from the desert. 

Now it was Sadie's turn to moan as her father's tongue burrowed deeply into her pussy. "Dad-dy My-y-y Pus-ss-yy," she stammered. He slowing worked his way up to her clit. He blew on it and worked a finger it the wet white hot depths of her pussy. He continued to tease her clit with his tongue and worked his finger in and out of her drenched hole. 

Sadie began to whine with pleasure as the pressure within her continued to rise. She clutched her father's head driving it deeper into her cunt. She felt the violation of his wet finger as he jammed it up her anus. She screamed in release as her cunt contracted and she came hard. Her legs flailed the air widely. When she relaxed Allen looked up from between his daughter's legs and grinned at her. She gave him a satisfied grin back. 

Sadie lay on her back and watched her father undo his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. She panted trying to regain her breath following the earth shattering orgasm. He was hard again and his cock drooled pre-cum. She watched as her father grabbed his cock with his hand and slowly moistened it by teasing it up and down her slit. She gasped as he penetrated her. She clutched his ass taking him deep inside as her cunt again contracted in orgasm. "Oh! Daddy!" she shrieked.

Allen slowly began pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. Sadie held his face in her hands as he leaned over her fully imbedded in her pussy. "I want to look into your eyes when you cum Daddy." She could hear the wet-swooshing sound as he moved in and out of her. She could feel his balls slapping her asshole. The smell of sex hung in the air.

She was wanton and she didn't care if Carol could hear them from the other side of the door. She said "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard with your horse cock". Her father increased his tempo and she felt his dick get larger. Sadie felt a final thrust that bottomed out on her cervix. She watched as Allen closed his eyes, arched his back, bellowed and came. She soon followed with her own climax as she felt her cunt get doused with Daddy's semen.

Allen pulled up his breeches and collapsed into his chair trying to catch his breath. Sadie looked at him still lying across the desk. She felt his sperm running down the crack of her ass and begin to puddle on the desk. She gave him a satisfied grin and asked him, "Did you enjoy your lunch Daddy?"



The Surrogate Ch. 02



[Author's Note: I neglected to include "Ch. 01" on the previous installment of this story. I apologize for misleading readers into thinking that it would be a complete story. There will be three chapters in all.] 

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"That fucking bitch!" Michael said it quietly, almost in an undertone, but he was furious. He'd barely settled in the chair before the words came hissing out. Elizabeth had never seen him so upset.

She waited, then prompted, "want to tell me about it?"

He looked at her--his eyes looked haunted. "She came in and seduced me last night--caught me by surprise, or I probably would have turned her down."

He told her all about it: the nightie, Joanna kneeling before him, her words, her hands. About the sex, how pleasant and exciting it had been. About how long he'd lasted. And then about what she'd said.

"She fucking congratulated me! Oh baby, that was terrific, you lasted so long! Like I was a child, like I was a little kid who'd made it to the bathroom instead of peeing himself in bed or something!"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think that's what she meant, Michael?"

He made himself think before he replied, though he was still livid. "No, I guess--no, of course not. She must have meant it as a compliment, as praise or encouragement or something.

"Still, after the ... whole thing with Trevor ... you know, she's never told me about that. And I can't help thinking that he had plenty of stamina, you know, made her come every time. And here she is patting me on the head like a little boy because I lasted five or six minutes instead of one or two! Fuck her--FUCK her!"

He was steaming, and Elizabeth just let him get it out. He ranted on for another five minutes--Joanna was such a bitch, she just thought she could fuck her way back into his bed, he'd be damned if he was going to compete with her lover, this was the end. 

When he was a little calmer Michael looked at her sheepishly and said, "well. I seem to have been a little angry there."

Elizabeth broke up, laughing out loud, and he joined her. They smiled at each other--two people, therapist and patient, who liked each other. She said, "yes, I think maybe you were a little angry.

"But can you talk about why? What aspect of what happened made you so furious?"

He considered. "I think--I think that at first it felt like she was reaching out to me, in a good way. To reconnect, maybe even to apologize in a way. She was saying 'I'm so sorry, I miss you, can we be together again?'

"And I wasn't sure what I wanted, she caught me by surprise. So I went with it, we made love and it was really good, you know? I felt close to her, like we'd taken a real step towards picking up the pieces, towards maybe getting our marriage back.

"Just one step, but a step. And then--" He looked away, his face tightening.

"As soon as she said that, about how I lasted longer--then Trevor was in the room. Her affair was right out there on the table, right in the middle between us. Because, you know, why did she have the damn affair, if it wasn't about my ... my problem? I know she loves me--so sleeping with that bastard, it had to be about finding some guy who could make her come with his dick. What else could it be about?

"So instead of it being a positive thing, it was a fucking slap in the face. 'Trevor is still better, honey, he gets me off, but you're improving!' Fuck that!!"

He had clenched his fists, and sat staring across the room at nothing.

"I know that's not what she meant, it couldn't have been. But that's exactly how it sounded to me.

"And now I'm sorry I ever let her touch me. I'm not going near her again with a ten-foot pole, that's for sure. Maybe it's time to think about a divorce."

Elizabeth was caught off-guard by this. "Why now?" she asked in a neutral tone.

"Well, there's still the kids... That's why I've stayed there all this time. I just didn't want to be away from them, and I sort of figured that sooner or later we could ... work it out."

He shook his head. "But after this... All I know is, I will be DAMNED if I'm going to compete with that asshole!"

Elizabeth had no trouble seeing how deeply upset Michael was--how the ego blow of discovering Joanna's affair in the first place had been recreated by what had happened between them. For the rest of the session she talked quietly with him, trying to lead him to the point that he shouldn't let one bad interaction push him into an irrevocable decision about his marriage.

But when Michael got up to leave, she knew she hadn't reached him; and she feared that his mind was made up.

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When Joanna came into the office Agnes could see the tear-streaks on her cheeks; and she began to cry again almost as soon as the door was closed.

"We were so close! We were doing so well, and we made love, and then--I don't even know how, it all went to hell! And now he's furious with me again, and I..." Her voice broke down into sobs, and she buried her face in her hands.

Agnes waited, and when Joanna was a bit calmer Agnes asked her to tell the story.

"After we got back from the week at Disney World, and we'd had such a nice time with the kids and everything, I decided to ... to seduce him, if I could. I got a really pretty nightie..." She told Agnes what had happened, how well it had gone, how the love-making was warm and exciting, how Michael had lasted far longer than ever before.

"I didn't come or anything, but I felt great! Just terrific! And we were lying there after, holding each other close ... I was so happy I could have turned somersaults!"

"And then...?"

"And then I said something, I praised him for lasting so long, said he'd never done so well--and he went crazy! His eyes got angry and he chewed me out, threw Trevor back in my face--and then he went and locked himself in the bathroom. And I could tell this was serious, this wasn't any little spat. He was as cold as ice." She cried again, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

"All I meant was to say something nice! To build on the good feelings! And he..."

Carefully, Agnes said, "maybe we need to back up a little bit. Joanna, when Michael thinks about your affair with Trevor, what do you imagine he feels about it?"

She looked down. "I--well, he's angry. And hurt, I guess. And he feels that he can't trust me any more, the way he used to.

"And I guess--I guess he wonders why I did it. Whether there was ... what was lacking between us, that made me sleep with another man."

"Let's talk about that for a minute, okay?" Agnes said. "Presumably any man in Michael's situation would feel very hurt, would feel he'd been 'replaced' in some way. Because he was--because his wife had chosen someone else for sex, rather than limiting her sexual activities to just him.

"So any man, Michael or anyone else, would ask 'what did I do wrong? What did I do, or not do--in what way do I fail to satisfy my wife, so that she would consider betraying me in this way?' "

Joanna shuddered at the word 'betraying,' but she forced herself to consider the question. "I guess that ... Well--I guess that any man would wonder whether he was a satisfying, uh, lover for his wife."

Agnes nodded. "And in Michael's case?"

Joanna stared at her--and then the tears started to come again. "In Michael's case," she said hesitantly, not eager to face it, "it would be worse. Much worse. Because he ... because he always comes so fast, and he knows I don't have an orgasm, and he ... he worries that he disappoints me.

"And I used to ... reassure him about it, tell him it didn't matter at all and I loved the way he made love to me, but I pretty much stopped doing that." She was crying hard.

"Oh my God, he must think I went out and found myself a better lover because he wasn't good enough!"

Agnes waited a minute for Joanna's crying to subside. Then she said, quietly, "well, would he be wrong in thinking that? Isn't that exactly what you did?"

.....

It was a painful and difficult session--and the ending was no easier than the rest.

Agnes said, "I don't want to be pessimistic, Joanna, but you need to face the realities.

"In the wake of an affair, the cheated-upon spouse fears the worst, sees the rejection as a devastating judgment about his or her own worth. And it's the job of the one who had the affair to provide not just apologies, but reassurance.

"In some situations that's possible--sometimes a spouse can be brought to understand that the affair didn't result from any lack or weakness on his or her part. But in this case...

"In this case, it seems likely that Michael feels you cheated on him because he wasn't satisfying you sexually. Maybe that's not the whole reason, but he probably sees it as the main one. So your rejection of him hits directly at a most sensitive place: at his manhood, his sense of adequacy as a man and a lover.

"Normally I would urge you to reassure him about this point, to explain that your sexual relationship was great, that it had nothing to do with your unfortunate decision to get involved sexually with another man. But you really can't do that, I'm afraid, because it did. Because sex WAS the reason, or at least the prime reason, for your involvement with Trevor.

"Maybe not for the one-night stand that began the affair, but certainly for the continuation of it." She stopped. Joanna looked at her bleakly.

"So it's hopeless then."

"No, I didn't say that. You and Michael have had a great marriage, and you still have two children you both care about very much. Until this ... setback, it sounds as though your reaching out to him sexually was very successful.

"It's not hopeless. But it is likely to be difficult, and to take a long time. One way or another, Michael is going to have to come to believe that, despite your affair, he is not a failure, not sexually inadequate." Agnes left unspoken just how that was to take place.

"Should I ... try to talk to him about, about me and Trevor?"

"Again, Joanna, normally I'd say yes. Normally a spouse's fears about an affair turn out to be much worse than the reality--hearing the truth is painful but can be a kind of relief. But in this situation...." She stopped, looking thoughtful.

"In this situation I'm not sure it would help. I guess my advice would be to wait until Michael asks, if he does. And then you'll have a very fine line to walk. You need to be totally honest and straightforward, but at the same time you have to find a way to reassure him. It will be very hard for him to believe that he pleases and satisfies you sexually. But he needs to believe that, or ..."

"Or it will be hard for my marriage to survive."

Agnes nodded.

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On the plane Michael thought about Joanna, and he thought about Marina. His work with Marina continued to go well. He masturbated regularly in the privacy of the guest room, and even with the wildest porn on the computer he could usually last the full fifteen minutes. In their sessions together, he was on the receiving end of the first blowjobs of his life--sometimes only a few minutes long but once or twice the full fifteen.

Part of it had to do with how hard Marina tried to make him come. If she went after him with her full effort he knew he couldn't resist. But a lot of it had to do with him clearing his mind, breathing easily, relaxing and enjoying the sensations rather than fantasizing or worrying about how he was doing. 

She'd given him "The Inner Game of Tennis" to read, and he'd learned about not dividing himself into the Michael who was doing something and the other Michael who was watching and criticizing. Just be one Michael, the one who was getting his cock sucked! And it worked, more and more of the time.

Things with Joanna were another story entirely. They were back to where they'd been a month ago, before the night she seduced him--even worse, actually, since he was more suspicious and resentful than ever. Every time he thought about that night he felt humiliated. It had been great, even healing, until her "praise" had brought the specter of her lover into the room with them. Then he had felt condescended to, and it continued to make him wild with anger and bitterness.

So, as before, they gave their love to Amy and Will. They ran the house and their lives together. They were polite to each other in front of the kids, and largely separate otherwise. And with each day it seemed more and more possible to imagine a life away from her--except for the kids. Except for the kids.

Michael was on his way to San Diego. His great-aunt Jane had died at the age of 91. She was his paternal grandfather's last surviving sibling, and he'd known her well when he was a boy. She'd been spunky and fun, and he cared about her a lot. Michael never even considered not flying out for the funeral.

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Three days later Michael flew home with an entirely different set of thoughts in his mind. He'd enjoyed the visit--enjoyed seeing his cousins and aunts and uncles, enjoyed the funeral which had been sad but also full of great stories about Jane and her adventures, enjoyed being once again immersed in the life of his extended family after so many years.

That morning before heading to the airport he'd met with Jane's attorney and learned to his shock that he'd be receiving a part of her substantial estate. As impossible as it was to get his head around, in about a week a check for $481,000 was going to show up in his mailbox.

So Michael's mind on the return flight wasn't filled with reflections about Marina at all, and not really about Joanna either. It was about what that money might mean--how he could use it, how it might be a key to the resolution of his unhappy situation. 

When he got home Michael dumped his bags, accepted excited hugs from Amy and Will, traded smiles with Joanna--she didn't dare come embrace him--and sat down to a noisy, festive reunion dinner for the four of them. Then he got up from the table, told Joanna that "I need to take a walk," and headed out for an inspection of the neighborhood before it got too dark.

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"It's only six houses down, around a corner but on the same side of the street." Michael was excited, talking quickly. "So Amy could ride her bike there now, and Will too in a few years. It would be a perfect solution!"

"Back up a little, okay Michael?" she said.

"Sorry, Elizabeth," he said, grinning. "My aunt Jane died last week, I just got back from her funeral. And she left me nearly $500,000! So on the way I home it occurred to me. The main reason I haven't left my marriage is the kids, being afraid that I'd never see them.

"But if I found a house close by it would be easy! We could share custody, or even if Joanna had custody I could still see them all the time. So I looked around my neighborhood, and there's a three-bedroom place for sale just down the street!"

He was happier than she'd seen before--lighter somehow, straighter in his chair, as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Not surprising, Elizabeth thought. For the first time he saw a way out. But she wasn't sure it was the right way.

"I can tell you're excited, Michael," she said. "But the situation you're in--I wouldn't exactly describe it as a 'real estate' problem. Are you so sure that the best solution is a 'real estate' solution?"

"I think so," he said, smiling. Her question didn't appear to raise any doubts in his mind. She decided to be more blunt.

"Are you sure, really sure, that your marriage is over? A great, loving marriage that has lasted for nearly nine years? One with two fantastic kids you both adore? Has Joanna's affair really destroyed it beyond any possibility of putting it back together?"

Michael took his time before he answered. "It's always been the kids. That was the only issue.

"At first--after I found out--I would have been out of there like a shot, except for Amy and Will. But I stuck it out, because I couldn't stand the idea of not seeing them all the time. You know all this.

"So we settled down into a kind of truce--and I guess I was treading water. I didn't see any way out, so I was willing to wait. And do the work with you and Marina--at least I've been making progress on that front.

"And when Joanna seduced me ... well, at the time it seemed like it might be a good thing, moving forward, getting close again. God knows I'd missed her, missed holding her and loving her.

"But then after what she said..." Michael stopped and was silent. She waited.

"She cut my balls off. She wasn't happy with the way I fucked her, so she found some other guy who did it better. And she went on fucking him until I caught her."

Elizabeth said, "you don't know the story, Michael. You don't know how it really was, what it was really about--and you won't unless you talk about it with Joanna."

"Yeah, well, I know enough. I know she liked him enough to blow off a family day, our Saturday at the zoo, blow off me and Will and Amy to spend the day screwing someone else! How'm I supposed to get past that? Why should I want to?"

Elizabeth took a deep breath, and then pushed harder. "So you're prepared to get a divorce, break up your kids' family--because of what you THINK she did? Michael, let me ask you a couple of questions.

"Hasn't Joanna been devastated by your anger and your withdrawal? Hasn't she reached out to you any number of ways? Hasn't she been patient, tried to be loving while still respecting your boundaries? Do you really have any doubt that she loves you and wants to make this up to you?"

He sighed. "Yes. Yes she loves me, and yes she's been trying."

"Then think about this, okay? You can always get divorced. You've got the money now, you can buy a house nearby--maybe not the one you saw, but some house.

"But you can't put this back together once you've smashed it. You need to be sure, really sure that there's no way back, before you take the baseball bat to it."

He looked unhappy, but he nodded. "Yeah, I know." Silence.

"I've got to talk to her. Hear the story."

She nodded. "Yes, you do."

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"I think we should talk about it." Joanna's mouth dropped open in shock. Michael was standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, watching her as she sat in bed with a book. The kids were asleep.

"I ... okay, of course, Michael. But--but now? After nearly ten months you want to talk?"

He nodded, and closed the door before coming to sit down in a chair across from her side of the bed. "I need to know. What it was all about, why you ... why you fucked him.

"Why you fucked him and kept on fucking him. Why you lied to me and skipped our family day at the zoo to spend the whole day fucking him in his condo. Why you--"

He stopped suddenly. His voice had risen and he felt himself getting angry, losing control. He took a deep breath.

"Sorry. I'll stay calm. But I have to know about it."

She said, "of course I'll tell you, Michael. I am so, so sorry for what I did. For hurting you, for--for cheating on you, on our marriage. I am sorry and ashamed, and I wish every day that I could take it back."

He waved a hand impatiently. "Yeah, I get it. You're sorry--blah, blah, blah.

"Let me tell you, Joanna, that doesn't do a great deal for me, you know? It doesn't take the feelings away--the betrayal, the emptiness in the pit of my stomach. You know how I found out?"

She shook her heard, terrified at what she was about to hear.

"You called me 'Trev'. I was eating your pussy, one Saturday night after we'd been out dancing, and you said, 'oh God yes, Trev, just like that.' "

She stared at him in horror. Finally, in a tiny voice she said, "I really did that?"

He nodded. "Yes indeed you did. So I started digging around and found a few of the emails between you and lover-boy, those nice quick messages to plan your get-togethers. Including the Saturday one, when you passed on zoo-day with me and the kids."




The Surrogate Ch. 02



She put her hands over her face, rocking back and forth slightly. He waited. Finally she looked up again, looked into his cold, set, angry face, and said, "I am so sorry, Michael.

"I had no idea I--"

"No, of course you didn't! But what did you think would happen? Did you think you could go on fucking another man indefinitely and not get found out? It never works, Jo, don't you know that?"

Another silence. "I ... didn't think about it. I had no idea what would happen, I was just ... lost."

He watched her, as she looked down at her own hands, absorbed in her guilt, ashamed of the pain she had caused him.

"So? Tell me," he said.

And she did. She told him about her friends Lucy and Christine--about their ribald conversations, about Dell and his stamina. She told him about searching for the vibrator and what she'd been doing with it and he stared hard at her while she blushed.

She told him about the retreat, reminded him how angry they'd been at one another that week, explained about giving in to Trev's seduction. And then, hardest of all, she told him about how the affair continued. She apologized again, above all for that Saturday, but Michael was unmoved. Finally she was done and the room was quiet again.

"How many times?"

"Maybe ... eight, altogether. Six or eight. I'm not exactly sure."

Michael leaned forward. "And just so we're clear: why, Jo? Why did you stab me in the back and fuck another guy, over and over again?"

Joanna's feeling of sad resignation gave way to renewed fear. She had to be honest, absolutely had to be, but....

"The first time was just--just being drunk and stupid. And thinking about Dell, I guess. Thinking about what Christine had told me, and what I'd been doing with the vibrator.

"After that I swore I'd never see him again, never be alone with him. But when it started up again... It was like being infected with something, feeling out-of-control all the time, all feverish. And terrible too--guilty and ashamed. Every minute of the day."

She sighed. "It was exciting, Michael. It was very exciting. He had a lot of ... of control, he could ... keep going for a while, as I said. I had an orgasm during intercourse with him. Sometimes more than one."

She stopped, thinking Well, that's it. I've done it now. It's over.

He sat thinking. She was surprised that he didn't seem to be angrier.

"And now? You act like you want me back, Joanna, like you want to save our marriage, but why? Why would you want to go back to the two-minute man, go back to never having an orgasm from fucking for the rest of your life?

"And for that matter, why should I possibly believe that you'd do any better this time at being faithful? What happens when the next guy comes along who has a reputation for lasting a long time, huh? Why wouldn't you be hopping in a flash right into his bed?"

"Honey, I love you. More than I can say. I found out the hard way that our love and our marriage mean infinitely more to me than ... than anything sexual."

He snickered but she went right on talking. "If you told me you'd come back to me but I'd never have another orgasm in my life I'd say, 'where do I sign?' I was a fool, I got tempted by something and did something I'll regret for the rest of my life--but it was worth so much less, so much less than what I've lost. And so much less than the pain I've caused you."

She wanted to keep talking--wanted to say "I don't care if you come inside me in 15 seconds, after 6 strokes, every time--I just want you back." But she didn't dare; she was sure that would only make things worse.

"And as for the second question, the answer is the same. Don't you think I've learned--a little sex on the side isn't worth it. The pain it has caused, to you above all but to me too, the threat to our whole marriage. I could never, NEVER do that again, knowing what it cost us this time."

Thoughtfully, almost contemplatively he said, "but it's not that you wouldn't be tempted, right? I mean, you had sex with Trevor that was better than any we ever had, why wouldn't you be tempted? Even if you never gave in--you'd think about it all the time.

"I guess you'd have the vibrator, though," he went on, sarcasm creeping into his voice, "so it wouldn't be a total loss. So glad that something good came out of all this!"

"And where would that leave me? With a wife who knows, who just KNOWS that there're guys out there who can get her off better than I ever can. Who knows it because she spent a few weeks playing with one.

"How do you think that would be for me? Knowing that, having to live with that?" He wasn't sarcastic now--it was almost like he really wanted her answer. "Do you think I could live with that, and still feel like a man rather than some sort of cuckold loser?"

I've lost him, she thought. This is it--Agnes is right, this is what he'll never be able to get past. I've lost my husband.

She said, "you'd be MY man, honey. The man I chose over every other man in the world. Over Trevor, over anyone else who might be out there. Who I love and cherish, and want to make this up to."

"Yeah, well I remember you committing yourself to that choice a long time ago, Joanna. We had a little ceremony, they call it a wedding? And it doesn't seem like your commitment held up so well."

He got up heavily from the chair. He didn't seem that angry to her--mainly just tired and defeated. "Thanks for talking tonight. I guess we both have a lot to think about."

Michael left the room without looking back.

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Marina could see he was nervous and she teased him. "What's the matter, Michael? You never do this before? I know you have two kids, so you've got to have a LITTLE bit of experience."

He smiled, but the nervousness didn't go away. They were about to have intercourse for the first time. He'd been working with Marina for nearly 11 months, making steady progress. Still, this felt like the biggest test of all.

She unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his arms, and ran her hands across his chest. "This is just the first time, Michael. If you go 15 minutes, great. If you last 30 seconds, great. You know that each new step is challenging at first.

"Besides," she smiled, "you've been acting like you like my body. I thought that the prospect of being inside me would be worth a little nervousness!"

He smiled back. "You are such a flirt, Marina!" He shook his head. "This isn't ... I mean I never--"

"You never thought your surrogate would be funny or a tease, right?" She stuck her tongue out at him. "You thought she'd be a sex-bomb robot or something?"

Putting on a monotone mechanical voice she said, "please prepare erect penis for intra-vaginal penetration. Insert penis and wait for the beep."

They both cracked up. Then they finished getting undressed and lay on the bed.

For a first time it was just fine. They lay together touching, caressing each other, and when he was ready she said, "okay, honey, just come on top of me. I've been looking forward to this!"

He penetrated her smoothly, and her happy groan gave him a thrill of excitement right down his spine.

"Now do whatever you want, Michael. Stop whenever you need to, and don't forget to breathe."

They fucked for about eight minutes before he lost control. She lay passively, her arms lightly on his shoulders, smiling at him, moving with him but not pushing back. Michael tried to empty his mind, to do nothing but feel the pleasure of her hot pussy and her delicious soft body. He only had to stop twice; the rest of the time he was able to slow down slightly or change his motion when he felt himself getting close to coming.

When he lost it, ironically, was when he had a thought about how well he was doing. That made him fantasize about 15 minutes or more of hard-driving sex, pumping fast and deep into a gasping, writhing Marina--and it brought him to his ejaculation within about 20 seconds.

When he rolled off her and lay by her side, Marina sat up on one elbow and said, "way to go, Michael! That was terrific."

They talked about it for a few minutes. She reminded him of some of the things he'd learned--above all about being attentive to his own feelings and responses, so that he could anticipate his approaching climax and adjust what he was doing.

"And as you know, Michael, every man is different. If you find that putting your hands on a woman's breasts brings on your orgasm, then don't do that. Or looking into her eyes, or grabbing her hips if you're doing it doggie-style--whatever.

"And with practice, you'll learn what your triggers are and get good at staying away from them."

"The last thing, of course," she said more seriously, "is that maintaining control when your partner gets active and excited is more difficult. That's what we'll be working towards."

They took turns showering and then got dressed, chatting easily. She said, "you really are doing well, Michael. I don't know what your plans are, but if you want to you'll be able to give your wife a pretty terrific surprise in a couple more months."

He shook his head. "It won't be her, Marina. I'm pretty sure it's over--so it will have to be somebody new."

Seeing the pain on his face she came over and embraced him. "I'm sorry, Michael." She kissed his cheek. "Then we'll just have to finish making you the perfect stud for some other lucky woman!"

Again they laughed, and headed out the door.

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"It's going to be tonight," he said.

"Are you sure, Michael--really sure? Because once you take this step, going back will be pretty much impossible."

"Elizabeth, we've been through this over and over. It's been four weeks since Joanna and I talked all through her affair, the what and the how and the why of it. You and I have discussed it how many times since then?

"I'm ready--it's time. I didn't tell you, but the Hendriksons accepted my revised offer on the house. I'm going to close on it in about 3 months, and then I can get it ready for me and the kids.

"And you know as well as I do why I can't live with her anymore."

Elizabeth nodded. She had known this was coming, and while divorce saddened her she didn't really feel that Michael was making a mistake. Given who he was, she doubted that he could ever have been happy with Joanna again.

"All right then," she said. "Let's talk about the future, and how you see it."

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Michael was sadder than usual at dinner. Amy and Will were oblivious but Joanna noticed, and she wondered about it. She was fearful--everything made her fearful, since that awful night when she'd told Michael all about her and Trevor. She was holding on for dear life, hoping that time would start to heal the pain and he'd see how much she loved him, how much he'd be losing by ending the marriage.

But when he came into her bedroom that night she took one look at him and started to cry, even before he opened his mouth.

"Joanna, I'm going to file for divorce," he said. As he sat down in the chair his face was pale and unhappy, though she didn't see it. She had her face in her hands.

She nodded and tried to respond. "I, uh ... give me a minute, Michael. I'm sorry." She cried a few minutes longer, then grew calm, wiped her tears away with her hands, and looked back at him.

"Is there--is there anything I could do, baby, anything at all? I know I hurt you terribly, but you have to know how much I love you.

"I could quit my job--I'd do that in a minute if you said so. We could move away, start over somewhere else. I'd even try to be more ... you know, adventurous, in bed. I know I haven't .... "

She blushed and looked down. "I could learn to, uh, suck your cock ..."

He had to laugh at that, even though it was a sad situation.

"No, Jo, it's not about that.

"It's about trust, and about how I feel as a man, and how I would always feel, if we stayed together. I haven't mentioned this to you, but I've also been seeing a therapist--for months. I've talked about it nonstop, as you can imagine. This is how it has to be for me."

They were silent, both of them sad. She didn't try to talk him out of it any further.

"I'm sorry," he said, and got up to leave. He didn't know why he'd said that--shouldn't SHE be the one who was sorry?--but he still felt it.

He heard her behind him whisper, "I'm sorry too, Michael."

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Joanna called into work and told them she was sick. Then she called Christine, sobbing; and Christine called Lucy and said "emergency," and by 10 am the three of them were sitting together in Joanna's kitchen. She was crying, and her friends were sitting unhappily next to her, their chairs pulled close to hers, their arms around her shoulders.

"I'm such an IDIOT," she kept saying; and when she was calmer she told her friends the rest of the story. They had known she and Michael were having a rough time but she'd kept all the specifics to herself. Now she poured it out: Michael's premature ejaculation problem, Dell, her fantasies, the vibrator--and the affair.

"God, Joanna, I feel terrible. If I hadn't told you all about Dell and his .... And the thing is, I didn't even go out with him that long. He was good at sex, but not at much else. Like being a boyfriend or even holding a job."

Joanna shook her head. "It's not your fault, Christine. If I'd--what's that expression? If I'd 'kept it in my pants' I'd still be happily married. Maybe I wouldn't be as satisfied in bed as some women, but I'd still have my husband."

They talked for a long time. Lucy and Christine had been through break-ups, of course, but neither had ever been married. They did what they could, but they hardly had any good answers for their unhappy friend. There was some talk about "better times ahead," and of "getting back in the game, sweetie--you're still young and beautiful"--but it was far too soon for Joanna to feel much consoled by the prospect.

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He thought he'd wait a few days to talk with her about the arrangements, let her have some time to get used to the idea, but Joanna came and found him two nights later.

"Can we talk?" 

Michael nodded and said, "why don't we go into the bedroom."

Joanna had a piece of paper in her hand with some notes written on it. She said, "first, Michael, just so you know--I don't want the divorce. I don't want to lose you, and if there's the slightest chance, any chance at all, of us staying together I want to take it. I'll do anything you say."

She waited, knowing the answer, and sighed when he shook his head and said, "sorry, Joanna, but no." She was too cried-out to weep anymore. She said, "okay then. I thought we should talk about the kids, and custody, and money and all those things."

He shocked her then. He smiled and said, "well, I've got one piece of good news for you. I bought the house around the corner that was for sale, the Hendricksons', and I'm having it fixed-up and repainted. That way Amy and Will can go back and forth easily--she can even ride her bike there now, she can stay on the sidewalk and doesn't need to cross the street."

"A house? You bought a house? My God, Michael, what were you thinking? where did the money come from?"

He told her about Aunt Jane's bequest, about how it covered the new house and the needed repairs and still left nearly $80,000 for a college trust fund, and she just stared at him.

"So this happened what, three months ago and you didn't bother to mention it to me?" She was pissed. He stared right back and said, "yes, well, I believe you were the first one in this marriage to start doing things secretly."

That stung, and Joanna had to look away. "Yes, you're right," she said. "It's just--No, I see your point." She shook herself, tried to let go of her anger.

"Okay, so ... so we'll be living really close together. I can see that will be good for the kids. That was one of my biggest worries."

They talked for a long time, about custody and visits and privacy; even about dating and sleep-overs. In the end they settled tentatively on joint legal custody but with Amy and Will continuing to live mostly in the current house with Joanna. They'd visit freely with Michael at his house, and have bedrooms for whenever they wanted to stay over, but letting them have the stability of one primary home seemed like a good idea.

They went on to money--to pension plans and child support and alimony. Michael earned somewhat more than Joanna so he'd be paying something, but not a lot.

At the end of the conversation they talked about lawyers, and about keeping it civil and non-confrontational. Michael said, "I want to thank you, Jo. You're being really great about this; I was afraid of a fight."

Looking right at him she said, "I'm not going to contest this, Michael, if a divorce is what you really want. I'm not going to make it ugly, so we end up hating each other."

With a little smile she said, "and if my reasonable behavior gives you second thoughts at all, makes you wonder if you're really doing the right thing, that would be okay with me too!"

He smiled back at her. It was a nice moment.

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Michael was behind Marina, pumping her vigorously on the bed, holding onto her hips. He was elated at his control. Doggie-style was his favorite, just thinking about it always got him excited, and to be doing it without coming instantly was thrilling.

Not to mention that Marina's pussy felt fantastic, and she was squirming her ass back against him in an unbelievably erotic way. He could feel her starting to pick it up, whispering at him to "fuck me harder," pushing back at him, acting like her own orgasm was coming.

He thrust harder and faster, joining his groans to her gasping voice, and in another minute they both came, practically at the same time, banging together frantically. He collapsed, pulling her gently over on her side, still spooned in behind her so that his dick stayed inside her. He glanced at the clock: 17 minutes.

They lay there relaxing, sweaty. Michael stroked and kissed Marina's neck and shoulders gently. He couldn't help it--he knew he was just a patient, a client, but he was so grateful to Marina, and fond of her too.

"Okay, okay baby," she murmured, pulling away from him. She rolled over and smiled. "Don't get too lovey-dovey on me--but that was pretty good, wasn't it?"

She grinned as she said, "you're making ME come these days, rather than me getting you to shoot whenever I want." In a teasing, sing-song voice she said, "some girl's gonna be awfully lucky...." They both laughed, and she climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. Marina nearly always took a quick shower after sex, leaving Michael to do the same when she was finished.

When they were both dressed, she said, "I think you're just about done with me, Michael." She chuckled and said, "it's kind of ironic, my work--the more my clients make me feel good, the sooner I have to cut them loose!

"And honey, you have been making me feel really, really good lately."

Michael knew she was laying it on a bit thick, but he still liked it. And the fact was, he did seem to be pleasing her, consistently lasting long enough for her to reach her own orgasm if she wanted, pushing and twisting against him, moaning or talking to him.

More seriously, she said, "I actually think the next half-dozen appointments should be our last ones. We haven't done it cowgirl style, though I think you're not going to have any trouble with that one. And I want to review a few of the things we've talked about, okay?"

He nodded. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to thank you, Marina."

With a dead-pan expression he said, "would it be all right if I bought you a Mercedes?" He enjoyed her whoop of laughter, and laughed right along with her.




The Surrogate Ch. 02



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Elizabeth said, "from what you're telling me, it seems that things with Joanna are going very well."

"Amazingly so," he said. "I'm surprised, actually. She's made it clear she doesn't want a divorce, of course, but she's not fighting me. We've both got our lawyers keeping it very low-key, very civil, not letting them stir anything up. 

"And the fact that my new house is right down the street is a big relief--there are so many fewer issues about Amy and Will, and how we'll handle that. We can be flexible about it, whenever either one of us needs to be away or anything.

"Joanna has even come over to help me with the house--looking at paint colors, talking with me about how to set up the kids' rooms. I know she wanted to see it, so she could imagine where they'd be when they were with me, but she's been really generous with advice about it.

He sat back, looking thoughtful. "What's amazing to me is that my anger at her is mostly gone. Ever since I told her I wanted a divorce, a lot of it just drained away.

"What I mostly feel is, I don't know, melancholy I guess--wistful. I remember the good parts of our marriage, all the stuff we did together, as a couple and with the kids. Even sex, or the good parts of it."

He looked at Elizabeth. "When I think about what she did--about her with that asshole Trevor--the anger is still there; but it doesn't tear at me so much anymore."

"And what do you think are the reasons for that?"

"Well, one is that I demanded the divorce--I decided what I wanted and took control of the situation. I'm not the poor cuckolded victim anymore.

"And, I guess--I see how unhappy Joanna is. That doesn't exactly make me happy, but ... at least it makes me feel like I'm not the only one whose life she ruined. She ruined her own, and it's killing her."

"And ... Marina?" Elizabeth asked.

He smiled and said, "oh yeah, she's made a HUGE difference. I'm not sure I really believed I could do it, you know? So many years of ... Anyway, I feel like a man again. Or maybe like a man for the first time ever, really. Knowing that I won't come in two minutes, like a damn teenager."

He leaned forward and said, "I can't even begin to say how grateful I am to you and her. When I came here I was--I don't know how to say it. Furious, of course. But lost. I was in a 20-foot deep hole and had no idea how to climb out of it.

"And now I'm ... well, I'll be divorced in a couple more months, but I'll still be seeing my kids, and living in a great house that will be just the way I want it, and ...

"And if I meet someone new, a new woman in my life, I won't have to be terrified that I'll never be able to satisfy her. I'll be nervous at first, I'm sure ... " He stopped, looking thoughtful.

"Nervous at first ..." she prompted him.

"But I think it'll be okay," he said, smiling. "Even if I come too soon the first time or something, I have the feeling I'll get it together after that."

"Good," she said. "And from what Marina tells me, I think you're right. She says you're really ready, she doesn't have any doubts at all."

"Can I--does it still make sense for me to keep coming to see you?"

"Of course, Michael," she said, smiling at him. "I think it does, especially since you're still in the middle of the divorce; but maybe cutting back to once every two weeks? I have the feeling that we won't need more than that, and we can always change it if necessary."

He shifted in his chair, and in a very different voice said, "I need to get your advice about something else, okay? Joanna ... she, uh, wants to have sex with me."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "How do you know? Has she asked you directly?"

"Not yet--but she's been dressing very, uh, provocatively, and the way she looks at me ... I can tell she's putting it out there; and I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days she comes right out and suggests it.

"Part of me thinks it's a terrible idea, I mean we're getting a divorce, right? She cheated on me, I don't trust her, the marriage is over?

"But, I don't know--she's still a very sexy woman. It's kind of flattering that she wants to do it, and to tell the truth a part of me wants to show her what I can do, really knock her socks off."

"You've never told her about your work with Marina, right?"

"Right--and I don't intend to. That feels private to me--I'm not ashamed of it or anything, but it's something like 'you cheated on me, and you lost the right to know everything about my life.' "

He grinned. "Plus, I know that if I told her now, if she knew I'd overcome my PE once and for all, she'd probably feel even worse about what she did. About losing me.

"And believe it or not, I don't want to do that to her. I don't want to hurt her any further."

Elizabeth said, "won't she figure it out? I mean, if you have sex and you last for ... a long time? She's sure going to know something has changed."

"Yes, but she won't know what it is, and I don't plan to tell her. Let it be a mystery--somehow that seems less cruel than telling her the whole story."

Looking thoughtful, she said, "so ... back to the original question. What are your thoughts about having sex with Joanna again?"

"About 85% of me wants to. I like sex, I always used to love sex with her--except for my problem. It'll feel good. Maybe it'll even feel like I'm getting something back, some part of what she took away from me with her affair.

"The only downside is, I need to make sure she really understands that this doesn't mean we're getting back together. It's sex, not reconciliation. But I figure if I say that very clearly and very firmly, then I've done my duty, so to speak. And if she still fantasizes about some happy reunion, it's not my problem."

They talked about it some more. More than Michael realized, this would be about revenge--reminding Joanna of what she was losing. At least that's how Elizabeth saw it. But that wasn't a reason not to do it, if he wanted to. She couldn't see how it would be bad for Michael, and he was her patient. It might make Joanna feel a lot worse--but that was for Joanna to deal with.



The Surrogate Ch. 02



It had been almost a month where my brother, John and I had been fucking like newlyweds or animals every single time we were alone. I was most satisfied as a toy waiting to be ravished but always pampering my body with oils, waxes, and lotions to keep my softness and desired pleasurable smell. John would be gone to meetings where the majority of his time was spent in stock meetings where he'd amassed the majority of his fortune trading wisely on the market. See the watch industry as I found out was just a means to own shares of the stock market when the majority of your shares were in what sells for a massive amount. I being a toy is not privy to all the details of my brother's business however, I overheard enough to comprehend that John was very wise with the money Gramps had left. 

I happened to be in town on one of my spa days and was summoned by my brother for lunch to his office building. He being the CEO and owner of the company he could virtually make up his own schedule. I was looking very debonair as I entered his office. I wore a beautiful ruffled baby blue blouse, a baby blue skirt with a long slit which accentuated my curves and rounded ass, with blue high heels, white thigh high pantyhose, and soft blue cotton panties. I had no idea that when I arrived my brother's receptionist was already prepared for me. I didn't have to do anything but walk in to his office as she smiled then said, "He's expecting you." 

I thanked her walking in and finding my brother in a powerful light grey suit and red tie looking as handsome as ever. I delicately walked in the large office seeing his portraits on the wall of a lone wolf seen howling at the moon and a ship sailing over what appeared to be rough waters at sea. I arrived at his desk and was standing in front of the rows of empty chairs as if in the principal's office waiting to be acknowledged. 

My brother, John continued looking out of his office window, quietly staring, knowing I was there and that he had summoned me. I was still standing there in awe wondering of what was to happen next? John with his stern majestic brow, blonde hair, and steel blue eyes capturing his silhouette of beauty perfectly making my knees shake and my mouth dry, I literally had to lick my lips to feel them. My body was deliberately defying me as my pussy began getting wet because I couldn't help but want him to fuck me right here in his office and his dismissive attitude didn't help any. I wanted him so badly and desired the way only he made me feel. I felt like pure gelatin inside when he was around yet unable to be still. 

He turned at that very moment as if on cue and smiled with a mischievous wicked smile as if knowing that he made me so uncomfortably moist. I tried in vain to look away and be dismissive but I could not his heir about him had me wanting to courtesy or bow. John then said, "You can sit if you like Mary, it will only be a few more minutes." 

I looked at him then said, "May I kiss you?" 

John looked at me pleased then said, "Yes of course, you didn't quit being my sister just because," he faded to silence as I walked over kissing him on the lips gently. 

I smiled then whispered, "Just because you fucked me so well last night, you mean. No, I am a little more than just your sister, big brother. I had the suck marks in between my thighs to prove it." 

I heard him groan and pull back from my sweet whispering voice as his eyes pierced into my very soul with a wicked handsome smile he has. Oh God, I wanted so bad to skip lunch and devour his cock right there in front of anyone who cared to watch me. I know I am bad and I know, I will probably go mad getting fucked by him but it is so perfectly worth it. John just said, "Mary we will be going to a nice little restaurant with some sea food or steak which do you prefer?" 

I smiled at him then said, "I am in the mood for some steak brother a nice piece of rare meat never hurt anyone." I then sat down and crossed my long lithe legs for him to get a nice view of my white thigh highs and blue panties. I notice John swallow and his Adam's apple bounce in his throat. I loved affecting him as he always did me but I had to literally try for him to even notice me or so it seemed. 

We ate lunch at a nice place near the river front which was a great seafood and steak restaurant with a quiet atmosphere and low candlelight. The service was so perfect not bothering you at every turn but once you ran out of fresh rolls or wine they were there filling your glass and tending to you perfectly. I was amazed at how my brother, John found these places so far out of the way and yet so perfect. I was hoping it wasn't because he and Brenda, his ex-wife, had come here once and he was reminiscing that would be painful for me. 

I decided to ask, "How did you find this place, it's so out of the way but really nice?" 

John smiled, "I wanted to take you somewhere nice and special but it is our place you know what I mean? I asked my secretary and she told me of this place where her husband proposed to her. I looked it up on the internet found the directions and address. Turns out she was right." 

I was impressed with his efforts and decided to grab his cock under the table cloth for his efforts. When I did his eyes got really huge and he smiled at me then said, "Baby girl, you're going to get me started." 

I smiled back then said, "I don't understand you kind sir. Whatever do you mean?" I raised my one eyebrow sexily and continued slowly massaging his growing cock. I took a long swig of my red wine. John just kept looking at me until I heard a sweet moan escape his lips. 

John reached over kissing my mouth snaking his sexy tongue inside of it gently not pushing too much, like most men do. He was gentle as he did it. I was now moaning into his hot mouth. I groped his cock sliding my hand into his zipper gliding my tiny hand up and down on his now stiff cock. I then felt the first of his pre-cum to escape the tip onto my thumb and forefinger. I then released his cock grabbing my wine swigging it. I let my brother watch as I slowly licked my finger and thumb of his sweet tasting cum teasing him with the knowledge of what I was doing. He was the only one in the entire world with the knowledge of what I just did. How hot and sexy was that? 

I quickly got up excusing myself to the little ladies room making eye contact with John smiling. I was still sucking the very tip of my thumb and my bright red lacquered nail. It tasted delicious and I moaned when I did that for effect. I wanted for him to desire me the way I did him every second of every day. 

I thought I had gotten to John but had no idea how much. When I entered the little bathroom to powder my nose so-to-speak, my brother just simply got up following me into the ladies room just like his Alpha Male side would. He lifted me from behind scaring the shit out of me at first. John began kissing and sucking my neck turning me around to face him in one motion. John placed my feet back on the ground, but in one motion slid my baby blue cotton panties off of me to the floor. He kicked open my legs placing my ass on the bathroom sink counter kissing my mouth passionately when I panicked saying, "You cannot be in here, John we'll get in trouble, go to jail." 

John just smiled wildly then said, "I guess we'll make bail then." He continued kissing me roughly, passionately, when he did his trick with pulling my hair. I was on fire. John snatched his trousers down to the floor. I was whimpering, moaning, and panting as his stiff cock head was at my opening gentle pressure on my sweet pink lips. John was kissing me then harder while pulling my hair as he pushed his wonderful cock deep inside me in one swift deep stroke. I felt the splinters of pleasure coursing through every wonderful nerve, every fiber in my body, as I opened up further for my lover. My eyes were closed and it was like a fireworks show behind my closed eyelids as his wonderful cock penetrated me to my deepest core. I gasped with my mouth open, my head thrown back, my blonde tresses gripped in his hand, as my lover fucked me with abandon in a ladies room on the sink counter of a restaurant. 

The aggression, animal instincts, or dominant male in John took over needing his toy and he didn't give a hoot about consequences either. He animal fucked me hard. It was impossible to be quiet or discrete as his balls slap, slap, and slapped my ass as he pounded my sopping wet pussy. I was oblivious how loud we were. I moaned, whimpered, squealed, and screamed with each powerful thrust of my brother's hips. I rotate my pelvis receiving each delicious stroke deeper and deeper while I kissed his sweet mouth with my own. Faster and faster our frenzied pace grew as I felt my first deep pang of the pending monster awaiting my pussy. It began slowly as if unrecognizable then it began to show to the surface. 

My John was fucking my pussy so sweetly. I had no idea how turned on he was when he decided that he could take no more of his toy teasing him. I then felt his hands entangle once more my blonde tresses pulling as he mercilessly pounded me into thousands of shards of pleasure. I with a glassy eyed look went somewhere else, as my orgasm hit, my every nerve in my tiny, little, body. I screamed into his sweet mouth which drowned the sound. I was still in a spasm of orgasmic bliss when I felt stream after delicious stream, empty out of my brother into my body sweetly. I was so hot and flushed when I returned to the table perfectly satisfied. 

John arrived almost twenty minutes later with a large wet spot, where I and he obviously spilled our juices everywhere on his grey suit. I lost a perfectly good pair of blue cotton panties but gained some affluent fans at another table in the restaurant. Two ladies and an older distinguished gentleman smiled giving me the thumbs up sign. I returned the smile and bowed my head slightly. After John returned with a grin on his face he said, "Remind me not to try that again I think my suit needs a good dry cleaning again." 

I smiled then said, "I tried to stop you however, you insisted knowing I love to squirt. Oh well, I certainly do not regret anything at all. Why do you regret taking me, hmmm?" I asked sarcastically knowing the answer. 

He smiled then said, "Not in this lifetime, baby doll." 

It was merely six minutes or so and my brother was paying the bill. While I was walking towards the door, the brunette woman sitting across from the older gentleman had what I believed to be a baby blue hanky in her hand. I was walking by them she put it up to her nose smelling it. We were half way back to my brother's building in the car when I realized that the brunette was sniffing my panties which were obviously wet and soiled from my excitement prior to my brother pounding me good. I then began to giggle when my brother asked, "What?" 

I told him about the lady, my panties, and he smiled wickedly then said, "Well it's a good thing, she didn't come into the ladies room when I was fucking you Mary she would have probably ate you." 

I shivered at the thought then said, "Yeah, you're probably right." The reason for the shiver was not because of disgust either; it was truly because of how much more intense it would have been for me. I would have truly gone mad had I felt a tongue licking around my asshole or the very bottom of my pussy while my brother fucked me so hard. I know I am a sick little toy but I love it, sex I mean, in many forms. 

I remember kissing him sweetly as I left him at the office. I returned home with the driver of the limo. The way John smiled when we kissed had me once again melting. I remember the drive home as I began to reminisce about what had just taken place in the public bathroom. Amazed at how excited I was able to make my man. I felt desired as a woman like some sort of temptress who had control over the sexiest man in the world. I thought about how his eyes pierced me. How he had kissed me pulling my hair and the way he removed my panties with a quick swoop, in one motion. I walked into the house and went directly to the bathroom to get in the tub. I had to play with the showerhead jet stream. I was about to burn up thinking of the heat between John and I. Our sex life was truly voracious and amazing. 

When he got home that afternoon we ate Supper. We had some baked chicken, potatoes diced with some onion sauce and garlic seasoning, boiled broccoli and cauliflower with butter. I only picked at the food because I wasn't truly that hungry for food anyways. I desired something different even though I picked at the chicken which was seasoned well. I also ate some of the broccoli and cauliflower. I left the potatoes alone though trying to keep my tummy flat so my man would continue enjoying how sexy I looked. I do believe happiness is the key to any good long relationship and I intended to keep my brother um, lover happy forever. 

I remember looking up and seeing John staring at me from across the table then saying, "Your dinner choice was impeccable this fine evening." 

"Why thank you my love, I decided chicken this evening since I was so filled with steak at lunch time," I smiled and sipped the white Chardonnay. I tipped the glass as if in toast to John. I was meaning his tube steak and wondered had he caught my meaning. I was giddy inside laughing if it were, at my own humor but letting him know if he caught it that he indeed filled me up. 

John picked his glass up then said, "Here, here, yes dear it was truly a wonderful lunch sorry there was no desert though." I understood perfectly that he did find me humorous with my last statement. 

I knew his meaning meant me for desert. I kind of hid as it were my sneaky smile and sipped more wine. I again picked at a tiny piece of chicken and chewed it for almost thirteen chews before it was disintegrating in my mouth. This was a habit I had picked up as a little girl seeing how many chews to allow certain foods to disappear or have them dissolve in your mouth. I found that the longer I chewed, the slower I ate, and the less, as well. I was also happy with the results having a flat tummy because in your mouth is where the enzymes were to assist breaking down foods. Therefore, allowing the break-down of foods to be more complete and having a lesser chance to become obese. It was not only common sense but true science. 

I was so enamored with the thought of having dinner with my beloved brother that I almost failed to hear his next statement. John simply stated, "Eat up my toy because after this you will receive training in control." 

I had no idea what he was meaning however, I smiled and blinked my eyes, batting them real pretty like then said, "Yes Sir." 

John wiped his mouth and drank his wine down and when the waiter walked up with the bottle he waved him off dismissive. I watched my brother, posture straight, and shoulders back, like a proud lion pierce me once more with his gorgeous blue eyes. He then stated matter of fact like, "To the gym, my dear, is where the training shall begin." 

I finalized my wine drinking the rest down and stood as well hearing his statement I asked, "Master, what I wear?" 

John smiled at me then stated, "Just show up my dear and allow me to control the particulars." 

I smiled then said, "Yes sir," I walked towards the gym but noticed my brother went towards the butler briefly speaking then they left together. 

My training began this day which was what I would call a green day. The sun was out, the birds chirped, my body was prepared or so I thought for all the challenges of a great work out. I still had on my fine dinner clothes believing my Master that he would handle everything. I figured both he and the butler had a plan to surprise me with some nice gym attire. However, nothing was further from the truth. 

My Master, brother, John walked in and behind him was the butler with a rolling table on a cart full of assorted gadgets, vibrators, riding crop, books, and something I later found was a cat-o- nine tails which was a whip with about nine separate leather straps on it. I was both embarrassed and shocked that my brother would humiliate me in front of the butler like this. John was smiling and told the butler that he was dismissed. I was still in shock standing there arms crossed defiantly and mouth agape. 

My Master, John took charge right when the butler left the room, he turned towards me then smiled, "I notice you lack discipline my little toy in the restaurant, in the presence of others, or during shall I say, foreplay." 

I stood still, shocked that he noticed so much, like a sponge he had been observing my every move, and for a month there about, I was allowed to be myself, wild and free. I knew and understood that today I would receive strict discipline. I was shaking at the thought of all the whips and gadgets, but it was a simple book that my brother retrieved. It was a big book heavy and thick about five pounds or so then he said, "I need you to balance that on your head." 

I looked at him incredulous then asked, "What? You cannot be serious." 

John snapped then said, "Silence!" My Master's voice was booming and then I understood no debate, just does it. I walked over to where he stood and went to retrieve the book from his hand. My Master dropped it at my feet. I knew this was done on purpose trying to get a rise out of me. However, as a good toy I was to maintain my cool. I remembered the little book my Master left out on purpose everyday he went to work. I enjoyed the differences of each type of slave. I being a toy was what I tried to learn the most. We are flirty and sexy without blemish or flaw. A toy is to maintain her body neat, clean, and fit for her Master. A toy should only speak when spoken to. A toy is to keep and maintain her posture without fail. 

I knew that this was today's lesson, my posture, which I tried to achieve in one short evening but it was never to happen. I now understood what real training was all about. My Master John looked at me when I retrieved the book and placed it on my head, he said, "No, naked dear." 

I looked at him again biting my lip before I said anything to him, thinking in my mind okay fine, I will get naked and tease you, well. I smiled and removed every stitch of clothing I had on folding it neatly and then placed the book on my head balancing it. He smiled at me then he said, "Good now walk to the opposite corner of the room balancing the book and do not let it hit the floor. If it does, you are to return to the beginning spot and try again. Do not pick up the book and continue from where it fell do you understand me?" 

I smiled then said, "Yes Sir." I tried to do it about six times with the book falling down off my head over and over again. I was naked, feeling vulnerable, feeling humiliated, and worst off feeling defeated because of a stupid book. 

On the seventh try my Master stopped me then said, "You are thinking about the book not falling but it should be your posture honey. Balance is thinking about what you look like walking elegantly, smoothly, across the floor. Not being angry at me for making you do this and walking fast trying to get the training over with because you think it is stupid or beneath you." 

"Now stand very still," I was back at the starting line when he kissed me deeply. I started to melt moaning slightly and my shoulders drooped some because I relaxed a bit. 

He then placed the book on my head smiling then said, "Now glide, slowly, elegantly, and walk on lily pads baby. You can do this easy." 

I smiled and then softly padded slow with the book steady on my head easier and I reached the finish point then I turned around slowly. I was so proud of myself that I almost jumped up and down. John liked it as well and I saw his face beaming then he said, "Again until you stop thinking about failing and just glide everywhere you walk my beautiful toy. I want men to desire you and you to be untouchable to everyone else. You are my toy and I can kiss, play, and make love to you, yet they all desire you." 




The Surrogate Ch. 02



I smiled beaming proud again trying not to drop the book and I walked, over and over again. I dropped the book thirty times and only completed my task a total of four times. I felt so silly naked and walking with this book on my head for my Master. Then I began thinking about it I did say whatever he desired and my Master needed me to walk like this for him. I needed not be selfish and learn. It took a full month but every single day my Master went to work I ran three miles and tried to walk with a book on my head. At first, I could only walk for short distances like perhaps six feet or so in one little setting. However, after a month I was gliding everywhere, to include up and down stairs, into and out of every room in the house, and I even put on make-up with the book on my head. 

I noticed something as well about my gate and rate of walking it was smooth as if I walked on ice and the rest of the ladies looked silly next to me. I mean truly I glided not only for my Master who was surprised that I tried so hard for him. It was then John began the real test. We went into the gym after that month I was put to the orgasm test and the book. 

I was naked gliding around easily with the book on my head never once allowing it to fall when my Master took a rather large massager type vibrating machine, he placed it on medium on my clitoris, then said, "Be still and elegant don't drop the book." 

I started fine but the more the metronome hit my delicious spot, the more my body quaked, the more the moans escaped my lips, the more my knees buckled, and the more I was closer to achieving my monster orgasm. I felt the book slip and hit the floor. I lost control and squirted pussy juices everywhere cursing the day I was born because my body once again betrayed me. Oh my God, it was so wonderful to have a really fulfilling orgasm during all this intense training but it wasn't over Master said, "Concentrate do it again. This time hold this tray directly out in front of you and do not drop the tray, the contents on it, or the book on your head do you understand toy?" 

I responded, "Yes Sir." 

I watched as he handed me a serving tray with condiments like a salt and pepper shaker, bottle of ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, and water in a pitcher which made the tray heavier. I also had one side a little heavier than the other as I held it with my elbows bent at a ninety degree angle from the floor. Yet, I could not look down because of the book on top of my head with my Master applying the vibrator on my clitoris between my legs on medium which was maddening. Once again for about seven minutes, I lasted before I gave a huge cry out loud. I would squirt pussy juices all over losing the tray and the book, as well as, feeling like a shameless slut without discipline. I did hold out for longer than I thought with my legs shaking and my Master licking me as well on my clit and sucking it while everything else drove me insane. 

I had to pay him back for his unusual and cruel punishment. He had been training me, touching me, and using toys on me for hours during training. John was about to get a sweet surprise from me though. I was going to train his cock to last longer with my hot wet mouth and a cock ring. Yeah, I had a plan as well. I needed his cock to be able to last and last for me, so that I was satisfied as well. I had a rubber cock ring that I picked up from an adult book store in town and I purchased it for my loving brother. 

I remember taking a nice long hot bath and washing all over in all my crevices. I then used aroma sesame oils to coat my body all over so I would smell divine. It was the scent that John said he loved on me and that he could just eat me up. 

I remember wearing a white nightie sheer silky see through with a nice white pair of see through bikini panties. I remember the words of my aunt, "presentation is key men are visual creatures excite them with what they observe about you. Once you have done so, oh my dearest, then prepare yourself for an evening of pleasure." I have never forgotten her words and they still ring true today. 

I was through pampering myself after running my brush through my blonde locks and glided into the room remembering my training even now. I was swift and angelic looking as I even didn't notice the fine figured blonde in the huge mirror as I went around to my side of the bed. John was reading a novel and I noticed he looked over it watching me as I entered the room almost like a silent gliding ghost. He smiled slamming the book shut and crawled over almost tackling me when I was getting into bed. 

I giggled then said, "What are you doing John?" I was pushing him back off me as I felt his wonderful arms engulf my waist around and pull me backwards into him. John then kissed me again and again, all over excitedly on the nape of my neck, and under my earlobes, sending chills down my spine to my inner core. 

John then said, "I am so happy and proud of you my little perfect toy. I think I should have never been married and always had you. You are so perfect and remind me now of Tinkerbell somehow. All day at work I was wondering who you most reminded me of but the only person who made any sense with your beauty and dedication is Tinkerbell. I mean she's gorgeous and completely dedicated to Peter." 

I began laughing then said, "You are crazy. I remind you of a fantasy cartoon that's maybe three inches in height and you don't see anything remotely wrong with that? Understand me she's a freaking cartoon and you cannot possibly make love to her nor can Peter Pan for Christ sakes. John you are unbelievable, seriously!" 

It was then that John lay back and began laughing at me because of our silly argument. I was truly amazed then began laughing myself at how silly we both sounded then he said, "Baby doll there's no reason you should be angry or upset. What I was meaning was how beautiful she is and how mysteriously majestic, unobtainable. I look at you then think of how amazing you are and how hard you try for me. I am in awe because my little toy to me appears to me like a magic fairy." 

I almost began crying because of how truly sweet that sounded coming from him while lying in bed and both of us spooning while his mouth was beside my ear. Oh, how I felt so special at that very moment, a sense of pride to be my man's. I turned in his arms and kissed him deeply with passion. I moaned as I did this again and again. I felt his hands cupping my face gently as we continued kissing getting deeper and deeper into passion. It was then my Master reached into my tresses and pulled firmly setting my passion on fire as my eyes half closed, his lips caressing my lips I felt the rush. The heat from the sexy way he desired me and I knew I wouldn't be teasing John on this night. No it would be strictly pleasure. 

I pushed him onto his back and kissed down his almost hairless chest down. I slowly sucked his nipples on my way down his stomach slowly kissing and sucking further down. I then slid off his shorts to let his manhood spring out and I kissed further down with my hair tickling his lower stomach as I sucked him into my hot wet mouth. My prize was waiting for me throbbing and already seeping. I licked and sucked without using my hands then I felt my brothers hands grab my hair and pull my mouth deeper onto his cock forcing his hips upwards thrusting while I moaned. 

It was in my skill that I allowed him to believe that I was his Tinkerbell and that I was the absolute best lady in the world for him. I began bobbing my head faster and faster swirling my hot tongue. I would make loud moaning and sucking sounds as I continued. I heard my brother's breathing get uneven but he was trying hard to hold off as I continued my sucking and licking his veined shaft. I pulled back allowing my mouth to make a loud pop and I gasped for breath before sucking his massive monster cock into my throat again. I began bobbing faster and faster devouring his cock again and again. I felt his breathing go almost silent and the helmet of his cock swell inside my hot wet mouth. I knew what was next, so I pulled back using my tiny little hand. I wrapped it around his shaft and began jerking his monster cock up and down, while I sucked the tip. It was when I heard my brother gasp and begin breathing I knew I was in for a deluge of semen. 

I felt his hips rise up as he gripped my blonde locks and fucked into my hot, sexy, little mouth. I felt stream after magnificent stream empty from his balls into my hot sexy little mouth with a manly wail. I remember the pride I felt with being able to get to him so sweetly just by using my mouth. I felt a true love for my Master, brother, or John which ever I was supposed to call him. I decided I would call him just John or sir. I never truly liked being anything else besides that. I was satisfied with my delicious finish and came back up top with my brother as I giggled. 

He looked at me then said, "You are so sexy and hot baby girl." 

I looked at him smiling then licked my lips with purpose and softness giggling. Then I said, "I bet Peter Pan wishes Tinkerbell would be that loyal to him, huh." 

John smiled then said, "Yes little lady I know he would." 

John then slowly but surely crept down and was between my thighs spread wide but he hadn't even removed my panties yet but I was wondering what he had planned to do? It was that awkward silence right before you knew something was about to happen. I then felt what his devilish plan was as I felt his hot wet mouth over the see through bikini panty material. John licked, sucked, and nibbled, my pelvic region with my pussy lips, and clitoris under the thin material. It had a sort of weird feel at first. However, since I was still excited with the blow job I had just given him. My pussy had already had a small wet spot down there but was growing by the second. 

John masterfully licked, sucked, and nibbled before he moved the cloth to the side. I hadn't noticed until, I felt his little slippery tongue sliding around and around my love button which was already swollen. I lips were an open pink valley with such delicate sensitive nerves that I gripped as it were the covers and screamed with delight. I felt him sucking my entire pussy into his mouth then releasing it and licking with feather light precision over my clitoris driving my pleasure to new heights. I kept wondering as it were when this lover would tire of me and decide to no longer have me before I remembered how lucky I am. My Lover is my brother. 

Like a thousand fireflies behind my eyelids sparkled and shined as my orgasm neared ever closer, my mouth agape as my Master licked and ate until my thighs did shake. I was in awe as I fell almost as if dead after a convulsive fit yet my orgasm had stopped mid-drift. I opened my eyes about to protest when I saw my brother's handsome face over my own with a wet glistening chin from my own juices. 

I felt as it were his massive rigid member between my sweet soft open pink lips as he smiled down at me. I tried to push into him but he laughed gently and pulled back. John slid just the head of his penis over my love button using the bottom of his shaft sliding up and down slowly. I knew he was teasing and I hated it trying once more to get him to impale me with his gorgeous cock but he pulled back again this time in a chuckle. It was when I merely ignored him and through my hands down as if a pouting child losing the battle becoming resigned that my lover decided I had enough and with one sweet deep powerful stroke with such great force and accuracy he was inside me. 

John smiled at me then grunted, "I told you to be patient. It's something dear you as my toy must learn." 

He then stretched me wider and wider with his thumping huge cock. I was so angry but it felt as divine as he continued pounding in and out. I was whimpering, moaning, and gasping with each forceful stroke, deeper and deeper. John plowed me with no mercy as if I was an abstract object. I needed so to be fucked like he was doing. My eyes would shut, my mouth dry, as the metronome continued again and again. 

I felt John's thrusting get hard, harder, and then hardest without pace or trying to hold his ejaculation like some men do actually ruining it for their partners. No he just was business-like and very thorough pounding over and over again. I then felt his first spray of cum inside me as his pace slowed slightly just before his orgasm hit. This too triggered my own and I began squirting pussy juices as he was emptying his seed at the very same time. 

I began laughing when John rolled off me because I was so crazy in my way of thinking. John was panting just looking over at me. I couldn't help it because this struck me to laughing even harder when John said, "What is it?" He had a half smirk on his handsome face and his eyebrow was up when he asked. 

I quit laughing long enough to tell him, "I was just thinking if that was my punishment for being an impatient little toy well, I want to be impatient every second of every day. I mean having a massive orgasm is too punishing." I began laughing again. 

John just looked over at me thinking about it and he too began laughing even harder than I was laughing. I remember being the happiest right then, with no worries after the best love making in the world, and with whom I wanted to be with, what could be better? That was the very last thought in my head as I curled up into John's arms and fell off into a deep sleep. 

The End



The Surrogate Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Doing Daddy in Dallas

My husband watched as I closed my suitcase. "Explain to me again, why you are going to Dallas with your father instead of your mother."

I snapped the latches on my suitcase closed before answering him: "I told you darling, Mother isn't well enough to travel yet and she thought it would be nice if Daddy had some moral support when he gave his speech at the convention." 

"What about me?" he whined, "What am I suppose to do while you're gone. What about my morale?"

"Well dear, Mom will have the kids so you have plenty of time to yourself. Go golfing with Ralph. It's just for a couple of days. I'll be back Sunday night. Actually you should thank Daddy for taking me, all my shopping there will on his dime." I grinned at Tyler.

I was standing in our bed room in just my panties and pair of low high heels, tall enough to make my ass look good yet comfortable for travel. I slipped on a yellow button-down-the-front sundress. "Why no bra?" quizzed my husband.

"Dear it's a three hour flight to Dallas, I want to be comfortable." My answer was half true, the other half was that I wanted to give Daddy free access to my 38D breasts, if he so desired and I was sure he would desire.

The horn from the limo honked out front. Tyler carried my suitcase out to the car and handed it to the driver, who put it the trunk. Daddy shook hands with my husband, "Thanks for letting me borrow your wife for the weekend." I smiled, Daddy was so naughty.

Tyler replied, "No problem sir, it'll be a nice getaway for her." 

I kissed my husband on the cheek and climbed into the back of the limo. Daddy followed me. The driver took off for the airport as soon as the door closed. Daddy requested the driver close the privacy glass. Then he kissed me hungrily, his tongue probing me, a promise of better things to come. I silently slipped my panties off and handed them to Daddy. He knew my pussy was his for the weekend. 

He smiled as he brought my panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply, enthralled with my aroma. I unzipped his trousers and fished out his enormous 9-inch cock. It twitched as I ran my tongue down the length and then I playfully stuck my tongue into his pee-hole. Daddy jumped in his seat in response.

I sucked the purple head into my mouth. Daddy moaned with pleasure. The car stopped and Daddy groaned in disappointment. I chuckled as I lifted my face from his lap. He zipped up just as the driver opened the door.

We were on the tarmac of the airport. The driver handed our bags to the co-pilot of the private jet Daddy's company had chartered to fly us to Dallas. We followed the co-pilot on to the plane and settled into our seats. Daddy chose our seats a row back from the cockpit.

I was happy to discover we were the only passengers. The pilot welcomed us on board. His eyes lingered appreciatively on my breasts and he licked his lips. He smiled a-way-to-go-Dude type of smile at Daddy. He then turned and closed the curtain that separated the cockpit from the passenger compartment. My belly flipped as the small jet climbed into the air. 

Once we had leveled out I undid two buttons on my dress, giving Daddy full access to my breasts. He grinned approvingly and kissed me. He squeezed my tit. He gently pinched my nipple and then he sucked it into his mouth. I giggled with delight. My pussy surged.

Daddy unzipped his trousers and his hard cock stood at attention like a soldier on parade. He lifted me out of my seat and said, "Time to finish what you started, Baby Girl."

I gasped as he impaled me on his cock. He sighed as my wet pussy slid down the length of his manhood. I felt it pulsate within me. I paused a moment not only to savor his size but to grow accustom to it. 

I grabbed the seat in front of us for balance and slowly began to rise up on his cock until I reached the head and then I leisurely descended to the base of it. 

Daddy began squeezing my tits with urgency. I picked up speed and began to whimper in joy. I rubbed my clit and bit my lip to keep from screaming when the wave of orgasm hit me.

Daddy gripped my hips and imbedded himself deep into my pussy. His dick began to thicken, convulse and then shoot. I could feel his cum bathing my cunt. 

I leaned back against Daddy kissed him and said, "I love you Daddy. Welcome to the Mile High Club." He laughed and patted my bottom as I scooted off his lap and into my own seat.

After arriving in Dallas, I called my husband to let him know we had arrived. Daddy checked us into our hotel suite. I took a quick bath. Daddy ordered room service and made a few business calls. He jumped into the shower as soon as I was out of the bathroom. I put on blue see-thru baby-doll nightie.

Daddy had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. He answered the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. The room service waiter wheeled the dinner cart into the room and smiled at me. 

I smiled back, pleased that he enjoyed the sight of my body revealed thru my sheer nightie. He gave Daddy a wink as he collected his tip and said, "Excellent choice, sir." I laughed queitly as he closed the door.

"I don't know if I want supper first or dessert." Daddy said as he took in the revelation of body. 

I saw his eyes roam; the flimsy material only highlighted my huge breasts. The darker areolas contrasting with the light blue color of the nightie. My nipples already hard, slightly tented the material. I followed his gaze down my flat belly to the landing strip of hair just above my labia a beacon to the gratification that awaited him. After he feasted on the sight of my body he approached the table. 

I had already placed the covered plates on the table and said, "You better eat first Daddy, you are going to need your strength." He laughed and patted by bottom before he sat down. He ate ravenously, like a lost man just returned from the desert. Nothing stimulates the appetite like the promise of carnal activity.

As we ate we made small talk and enjoyed the lights of the city twinkling just outside the big sliding windows of our suite. Daddy was relaxed and happy in the moment. I was pleased and glad that Mother had insisted that I come to Dallas with Daddy. 

I smiled at him. He was so handsome sitting bare-chested, a tuft of hair resting between his pectorals. I felt myself dampen in reaction to his masculine presence.

"It won't be long before Mother can begin sexual activity again," I supposed.

"I'm looking forward to making-love to your mother once again." Daddy opined. "I'm just sorry our little rendezvous will come to an end."

"Yeah, I guess you won't need a surrogate anymore." I added sadly. 

Daddy took my hand and said, "Listen Sadie, I love you so much and I appreciate the way you have taken care of my physical needs these past few months. Only you could have done that in a non-threatening way for your mother."

"I'm just glad Mother is almost well." I added.

"Me too," sighed Daddy. "You know it was her idea for you to come on this trip so let's just enjoy it."

I stood up, took Daddy's hand and led him to the King-sized bed. I ripped the towel from his waist and pushed him onto the bed. I beamed when I noticed he was already hard. I crawled on the bed and took his engorged member into my mouth. It pulsed with a happy retort. 

Daddy lay on his back. He grabbed my thigh and twisted me around until my pelvic covered his face. I moaned when a gratifying sixty-nine had been achieved. 

I jacked my hand up and down the length of Daddy's dick while sucking on its head. He groaned and dipped his tongue deeper into the folds of my pussy lips.

He teased my clit with rapid fire flicks of his tongue. I sat up on his face and cummed. I rolled my nipples between my index finger and my thumb. I ground myself onto his talented tongue. "Ohhhhhhh!" I gasped and collapsed off of Daddy in a heap. 

Daddy rolled me onto my back and ripped the flimsy baby-doll off my body exposing my full tits and neatly trimmed bush. He savored my body with his eyes. His dick trembled in anticipation. 

I spread my legs and took Daddy's mammoth cock in my hand and guided into my wet, silky, depths. He arched his back to gain full penetration. I grunted in return. He paused, waiting for the muscles of my cunt to accommodate his girth. 

He took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and joyfully sucked on it. I clutched his ass and pulled him into me. I groaned again as my pussy muscles clammed down on his animated cock. Another orgasmic wave shuddered thru my body. "Dadddddyyy"

After my orgasm subsided, Daddy slowly began to withdraw his dick, almost pulling it all the way out of me before slamming it fully back into the nadir of my cunt. He was long-dicking me and I enjoyed every inch of him. 

Soon his pace began to quicken. I whimpered with gratification at each quick-fire stroke. He lifted his upper body by flattening his palms on the mattress and locking his elbows in the extended position. His cock was angling right at my G-spot and I felt another orgasm building deep in my sex. 

Daddy picked up his pace even more, giving my pussy a real good machine-gun fucking. I felt his dick expand. He pushed as deeply as he could, bottoming out against my cervix. I could feel his cum gushing into the profundity of my pussy. I clawed at his ass. I howled like a bitch in heat as another climax ripped thru my body. 

I practically passed out as my pussy ejaculated a froth of its own cum. We were soaked in the nectar of our lovemaking. I could feel the wet mixture of our cum running down the crack of my ass onto the bed. We both panted like dogs, gasping for air, bathed in sweat, signs of the intensity of our mutual orgasm.

After Daddy caught his breath he kissed me and whispered, "I love you, Baby-girl." He soften and slipped out of me. He rolled over on to his back. I snuggled up to him and said, "I love you too, Daddy." I lay my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. We drifted into blissful sleep.



The Surrogate Ch. 03



"You did WHAT?" Lucy spoke so loudly that people in all the surrounding tables turned their heads to look at them.

"Shh!" Joanna said, blushing. In a near-whisper she said, "I slept with Michael. Twice, in fact. A week ago and again last night. And it was amazing!"

"Details, babe!" Christine said. "Spill."

"Well, it was my idea. I've been ... pursuing him a little, actually. Things are going very smoothly with the divorce, I promised myself I'd behave like an adult for once. I owe him that. So no fighting over money or custody or anything. I've even been over to his house and given him advice about how to set it up for Amy and Will.

"But I've also been, well, horny! And part of me can't help thinking, God, we're getting along so well, we've loved each other a long time, maybe there's still some chance ..."

"Anyway, I dressed sexy for him a few times, when we were going to be meeting. And I know he noticed, but he didn't do anything about it. So last week I just propositioned him. The kids were in bed and I said, 'I can tell you like this outfit, Michael--wanna help me take it off?'

"And he looked at me for a long time. Then he said, 'sure!' I was thrilled. But first he gave me this long spiel about how this didn't mean we were getting back together or anything. It would be sex between two people who still cared for one another but who were getting divorced, understood?

"So of course I said yeah, and then we went and did it!" Her face looked a little dreamy, and Lucy and Christine glanced at one another and raised their eyebrows.

"It was ... well, it's like he's a different person. First of all, he lasted a long time. But even more than that, he was, I don't know, just different. Confident, relaxed. He took his time, got me really excited, and then when we did it he was ... in control."

Her eyes filled with tears. "What kills me is that it was every bit as good as with Trevor--better even, because I love Michael, it wasn't just sex. He made love to me, and I kept thinking ...."

She started to cry a little, and Lucy squeezed her hand. "I kept thinking, if only he could have been like this a year ago ..."

They talked some more, and Joanna dried her eyes. Lucy said, "are you going to keep on doing it?"

"I don't know. Both times he gave me the speech first, you know, 'we're not getting back together.' So I try not to get my hopes up. I've been telling myself, even if nothing comes of this it's still good sex, and you've been celibate for pretty much a year, so enjoy it while it lasts.

"I guess I think that once the divorce is really final it'll stop. Not because I want it to, but because Michael does. God help me, I suppose he'll start dating..."

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The phone rang while Joanna was stirring a pot of soup. She checked the caller ID, picked up the phone and said, "hi Michael--how are they doing?"

"They're great! Amy is so excited she can't figure out what to do. She keeps running back and forth between her room and her new 'big-girl' bike in the driveway. She rides for about two minutes, then runs back inside to look at all the stars we put on the ceiling and the pictures of horses on the wall.

"And Will hasn't put down that big truck in hours. I've never seen him play with one toy for so long. So they're both doing fine."

He said, "thanks again for all this, Jo. Somehow they've both got the idea that having a mommy-house and a daddy-house will be fun and exciting, rather than a bad thing. Amy keeps saying she can hardly wait to get to school and tell all her friends that she can ride her bike from mommy's house to daddy's house all by herself."

Despite herself Joanna smiled. "I'm glad we managed it okay. And I have to say thank-you to you too. It was really fun that I could be there today, and watch them dash around the house and say 'wow' and 'cool!' and 'hey look at this!' "

They chatted another couple of minutes and got off the phone. Joanna poured out some soup into a bowl and sat in front of it, thinking.

"I've got to deal with this!" she said to herself. "It's really happening--we have two houses, we'll be divorced in three weeks, this is real! He's not coming back to you, Jo--get over it!"

She could have cried, but instead she wiped her eyes and ate her soup, glancing at the newspaper without much interest. She was really glad she'd be seeing Agnes the next day.

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When she said, "I have a date," Michael was taken aback.

"Really? I mean, uh, sure--okay. Well, uh, I've got the kids Friday night anyway, so no problem. You want me to put them to bed here?"

They were sitting at his kitchen counter while the kids played in the living room. She could see he was startled, and it made her a tiny bit hopeful.

"I don't have to go, Michael. I'd cancel it in a minute if you asked me to."

"No no, I just--" He gathered his thoughts. "No, it's fine. I mean, we're divorced, of course guys would be asking you out. It just took me by surprise, is all." He couldn't help glancing again at her left hand, without the familiar rings.

She looked a little disappointed.

He almost said, "who's the guy?" but stopped himself. Thank God I didn't ask, he thought. They talked idly for a few more minutes before she and the kids headed back home.

Was he upset? Jealous? He thought about it for a long time, while the Reds game played silently on the TV. He didn't think so.

They'd stopped having sex when the divorce became official. His choice, not hers. Not that it hadn't been great--Michael's control was just what he had always hoped it would be, and he was certainly getting her off--but he had to start making his own life without her, including his own sex life. And it wasn't fair to her either--he knew that she still had hopes of a reconciliation, and he didn't want to string her along.

So did it bother him, Joanna dating? And, sooner or later, fucking somebody else? He laughed. She'd already done that, after all! And it had hurt one hell of a lot at the time. Now, it just felt like 'time to move on.' He was okay with it.

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Michael had two idle thoughts in his head, besides trying to hold onto his umbrella as it blew around in the wind. One was about Betsy. He'd seen her for the third time the night before, and slept with her, and he didn't see much future there. She was perfectly nice but rather dull, and he could tell she wouldn't have the slightest interest in his kids.

The other thought was, it's my 17th anniversary. I've been divorced 17 weeks today. For some reason he found that he kept track of it.

He was coming down Third Street, thinking his idle thoughts and struggling with his umbrella, when he heard her--or saw her. He could never figure out, later, whether he saw her or heard her first.

A young woman was calling out, "help! Can somebody help me?" She was a slim woman of medium height, but he didn't have time to notice any more than that. She was standing next to the left rear door of a parked car, a blue Camry, quite soaked from the rain, and she appeared to be struggling with something. Dozens of passersby hurried past, paying her no attention, and the cars whizzed by her dangerously close.

Michael ran over and saw tears on her face. She had to be in her mid-twenties, and she was very pretty. He saw her skirt was caught in the door.

"Please! It's locked, and I can't get my skirt free!" She was in a panic. He reached for the driver's door and found it locked as well.

"Where are your keys?"

"I locked them in the car--I'm such an idiot!"

He glanced around and saw that the car's right front window was open a couple of inches. A car roared by, splashing them both, and she screamed. He raced to the other side of the car and slid his arm into the narrow opening, twisting awkwardly until he reached the door latch and pulled it up. Yanking the door open, he hit the unlock button, then came back around to open her door and free her skirt.

She was shivering--she looked terrified. He noticed she had a big cake box in her arms. Holding the umbrella over both of them, he took her by the arm and guided her gently to the sidewalk.

"Now," he said, "where are your keys? In the ignition?"

She shook her head. "No, I put them in my purse." 

He opened the right front door again, picked up her purse, then pressed the lock button and slammed the door. "Okay, let's get you somewhere a little bit dryer."

Michael glanced around, then walked them twenty feet down and into the Metropolitan Diner, where they found a booth near the back. "Do you drink coffee?"

She nodded, and he gestured to the waitress and said, "two coffees." Then he ran to the men's room and returned with a big handful of paper towels.

"Here, you can dry yourself a little. Although I have to say, the drowned rat look works pretty well for you."

She managed a smile at his weak joke, and began wiping her face and hair with the towels. Michael sat back and looked at her--she was extraordinarily pretty. Her dark hair framed a delicate face, with high cheekbones and an unusually beautiful complexion. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen such lovely skin. She had deep brown eyes, which at the moment looked troubled and upset.

The waitress brought their coffees and they sipped for a minute in silence.

"Thank you so much for--"

"I hope you--"

They both stopped, startled, and then laughed together. "You first," Michael said with a smile.

"I wanted to thank you for getting me loose--I'm afraid I lost it a little out there. The rain, the cars racing by, I had this stupid cake in my arms--I kind of freaked out."

"My pleasure," Michael said. "Are you feeling a little better now?"

She nodded. "I'm Teresa, by the way."

"Michael." They shook hands, smiling. He said, "if you're not in a huge hurry, about how if we get a sandwich or something? We're already both sitting here, and it will give us a chance to dry out a little."

Over sandwiches and more coffee they talked for nearly an hour. Teresa was an ER nurse at St. Dominick's Hospital, where she'd worked since getting her nursing degree at Brown Mackie College. She was the younger of two sisters and lived with her mother in an apartment not far from the hospital. She'd grown up in southern Ohio and had never traveled further than New York (with a high school class), though she was eager to visit Europe one day.

In response to Teresa's questions Michael told her that he was a plant supervisor in a manufacturing company, recently divorced, with two fantastic children. He pulled out Amy and Will's pictures from his wallet and was delighted to see her eager interest. She made him tell her all about each of his kids, and laughed along with him at the stories.

Michael found her enchanting--he couldn't help comparing the pleasure he felt in her company to the relative dullness of Betsy, his recent date. He almost hated to see the waitress bring their check, especially when Teresa glanced at the wall clock and said, "oh my goodness, I really have to get going."

Gesturing at the cake box she said, "this is for a surprise birthday party for a nurse in the ER this afternoon--I've really got to get over there."

Determined not to miss his opportunity he said, "Teresa, I wonder if--well, uh--would it be-- Would you like to have dinner with me, maybe Friday night?"

Smiling, she said, "how can I say no to my rescuer? But there are two things..."

He looked expectant. "First, my friends all call me Teri."

"Teri, then."

"And second, I'm afraid I need to take my mother to her bingo night on Friday. She hasn't missed more than two of them in the last five years. So would Saturday be all right with you?"

They made the date, he got Teri's address and phone number, and he walked her back to her car, holding the door open for her. It had stopped raining, and he lingered just a moment as she put her seatbelt on and got her key into the ignition.

"Thank you, Michael." She smiled up at him, and reached to take his hand. "You were my knight in shining armor--I've never had one of those before!"

"Well, I've never had the chance to rescue a princess before either, so we're even!" He was afraid it sounded hopelessly corny, but she squeezed his hand and smiled some more at him before backing out of the space and heading off towards the hospital.

Michael walked for 15 minutes, his head filled with thoughts of Teri, before he realized that he'd entirely forgotten the errand that had brought him downtown in the first place. Grinning to himself, he turned around and headed back the way he came.

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"Yes, I guess it's flattering, but it's also pretty awful." Joanna looked unhappily over at Agnes, who waited patiently for her to continue.

"I mean sure, I like it that men notice me, that they're interested." No fewer than four men at work had asked her out in the weeks since the divorce, when she'd finally had to take off her wedding band. Not to mention two more guys who were divorced fathers of some of Amy's school friends.

"So I've been out on, I guess five dates, with three different guys. And there's not a single one of them I feel any spark with--no one I particularly care if I see ever again, let alone try to have a relationship with.

"And as much as I miss sex, I never even considered doing it with any of them."

Agnes raised an eyebrow.

Joanna shrugged. "When I thought about it--you know, sitting at dinner with them or whatever, I ... I realized I'd rather just go home to my vibrator." She laughed, a little embarrassed, but said, "it's true.

"I miss sex with Michael, rather than just sex in general. Those last few weeks before the divorce, he was so terrific! It was incredible, Agnes--his stamina problem was completely gone, he was relaxed and powerful and the sex was just wonderful!"

Tears came to her eyes. "I have no idea why--maybe it was because he knew he was dumping me and he just didn't care anymore. But he was never cold or mean. I kept thinking that it meant something, all this great sex, that he wouldn't really go through with the divorce."

Dabbing at her eyes she said, "I'm sorry. I know we've been over this before. I just kept hoping .... Because, you know, what got us into trouble was his PE problem, and--"

Agnes interrupted her. "Is that really right, Joanna?"

"No," she replied quietly, looking down. "No, that's not right. What got us into trouble was me cheating on him.

"And I guess that ... that even though we were having sex again, it didn't mean he'd forgiven me. As much as I hoped ..."

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"Michael, do you feel as though it's time for us to set a date to stop meeting?"

He looked thoughtful, then nodded. "I feel a tiny bit nervous about it, but yeah, I do."

Elizabeth said, "I would suggest maybe four more sessions, every other week the way we've been doing. Sometimes things come up in the last few sessions when a patient knows he's going to be stopping, and it's nice to leave a little time for that."

Michael said, "that's fine;" and then, "can I ask how you know I'm ready?"

She smiled. "Well, over the past year or so you've been through a lot, and we've talked about some difficult issues, things in your life that have caused you a lot of pain.

"But what have you spent the last two sessions talking about?"

He thought a minute. "Well, last time it was a little about how Amy and Will are doing with the whole 'divorced parents, two-house thing'; but mostly it was stuff about work, I guess."

"Right--nothing about Joanna, no bitterness about her betrayal, no regrets about the divorce, nothing like that. And what have you spent the last half-hour talking about today?"

He grinned and said, "the beautiful new woman in my life. How even though I've only seen Teri twice, I have this amazing feeling that I could easily spend the rest of my life with her."

Startled, Elizabeth leaned forward and said, "Teri? Her name is Teri?"

"Yes, why?"

Elizabeth composed herself. Calmly she said, "it was just that you hadn't mentioned her name. You just told me about this beautiful nurse, how you rescued her last week in the rain, and how much fun you had taking her out last weekend.

"Anyway, my real point is that you seem to be moving on, Michael, very successfully. Looking forward, feeling and behaving like a man who isn't carrying around a load of pain that still needs to be dealt with. That's why I suggested you're ready for us to stop meeting."

They talked a few more minutes about this and that; and Elizabeth focused on their conversation as best she could, though her mind was busily revolving around the question of Teri. There couldn't be two ER nurses at St. Dominick's with that name, could there? Who were slim and lovely and dark-haired?

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As Marina sat back, watching, Elizabeth closed the last of the folders and put it on the pile. She smiled at her colleague, and said, "everything looks great, Marina--as always."

Marina said, "I don't know whether this is just a good group of clients, or whether, pardon the modesty, I've gotten to be pretty damn good at what I do. But I see steady progress with all of them. Ralph is still struggling emotionally, but even with him I'm optimistic."

"I agree. His wife leaving hit him really hard, and my reading is that his self-esteem was low even before that. But I think he's coming along okay."

Elizabeth looked thoughtful; then she said, "since we're done with all the cases for today, Marina, can we talk for a minute about something else?"

"Sure--what's on your mind?"

"Tell me, how is your sister doing these days?"

Marina smiled. "She's wonderful! I actually talked to her just two days ago--there's a new man in her life, and she sounds like she's head over heels. He's cute, he's sensitive, he's caring, they can talk about everything." She chuckled. "If you believe her he's even a terrific kisser.

"I am just so happy for her, Liz. Since that asshole Jake broke her heart she's been so cautious about men--skittish, really. This is the first time in a couple of years she seems ready to open up to someone."

"Did she tell you her new guy's name, and what he does?"

"All I know is his name is Michael; he's recently divorced, and has a couple of young kids he's ...." Marina stopped suddenly, staring at Elizabeth.

"Oh my God, Liz--it's not..."

"I think it is, Marina. At his last session Michael went on and on about a beautiful ER nurse named Teri who works at St. Dominick's. You can see why I needed to talk to you about this."

The women sat looking at one another. Finally Marina said, "well, what the hell do we do about it?"

"Believe me, it's practically all I've been thinking about."

Elizabeth leaned forward. "First, you and I are both bound absolutely by confidentiality. We cannot speak to anyone about Michael's treatment, or even acknowledge that we treated him. So the only person who can ever tell Teri that Michael was your patient is Michael."

"Agreed--I can see that." Marina was nodding, thinking. "And neither of them knows anything about the connection?"

"Well, I assume that Teri doesn't--why would she? 

"And Michael clearly doesn't know either, because it didn't come up at all in our session. But he's going to figure it out, Marina. If he keeps dating Teri she'll tell him all about her big sister, or even bring him over to meet you.

"I can hardly imagine the look on his face at that moment!" She chuckled a little; then said, more seriously, "but I don't want him to be blindsided that way.

"What I think would be best is for us to tell him, and to discuss with him how he wants to handle it."

"Jesus..." Marina said. "Poor guy."

She said, "you know, I've always liked Michael. I like most of the men I've worked with, but him in particular. He's kind and thoughtful, considerate of other people. I think he'd be great for Teri.




The Surrogate Ch. 03



"I only hope this doesn't screw up their relationship."

Elizabeth nodded. She had the same hope, and the same worries.

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As Michael came back out into the backyard, carrying four drinks on a tray, he watched Teri kicking the soccer ball with Amy and Will. Their level of skill was pretty comical; especially the little boy, who missed the ball or fell on his butt at least 50% of the time. Amy was not bad, however--her season on a kiddie soccer team had already given her a few skills--and Teri was smiling and patient as she retrieved each errant kick.

Michael had never been so happy in his life--he thought his heart might burst. The night before had been his sixth date with Teri, and it had ended with her spending the night in his bedroom, where they'd passionately made love for the first time.

Undressing her, then holding her in his arms was more exciting than anything Michael could remember--even his honeymoon with Joanna. And Teri gave herself to him with an eagerness that surprised and delighted him. The first time they did it she pushed her hips up at him and buried her tongue in his mouth with a kind of desperation, arousing him so much that he didn't last more than five minutes or so.

But he didn't care, because it had been so wild and because Teri was obviously so happy. As they relaxed afterwards she twined her body around his, kissing his cheek and his neck, making happy little murmurs.

Twenty minutes after that he'd gone to the kitchen and returned with cheese and crackers and two more glasses of wine. Twenty minutes after that, Teri was up on her knees, caressing and then sucking his dick until it pointed proudly up at the ceiling. And she then proceeded to climb on top of him and ride him energetically, almost frantically, until she came hard with a loud scream and he responded with his second intense orgasm of the night.

When they were finally calm and quiet again, snuggled up in bed drifting towards sleep, she said, "that was so wonderful, Michael--thank you."

Surprised and pleased he said, "Teri, my God, I should be thanking you. Tonight has been just fantastic!" He held her close, kissing the top of her head.

"I was so nervous tonight," she went on. "I mean, I really wanted to ... to do what we just did," she added, giggling. "But I was afraid you might think--"

She sat up suddenly, looking at him. "I can be, uh, kind of a freak in bed, when I get going, and I thought you might--"

"You mean it gets even wilder than this?" He laughed, pulling her down to him and kissing her over and over. "Teri, that was so exciting!"

"For me too, Michael. But ... but sometimes I know I can get a little carried away, you know, loud and everything. I didn't want to scare you off."

Quietly he said, "you are the most beautiful, the most exciting, the most ... everything woman I have ever known. And there's no way you're going to scare me off, not even with a shotgun."

He almost said, "because I love you," but bit his tongue. Not too soon, he thought--don't scare her away. Instead he said, "and I intend to prove it to you again, first thing in the morning--unless you'd rather have breakfast first."

"Breakfast first, then you for dessert," she said, smiling; and with that they went happily to sleep.

Now, watching her play with Amy and Will, he was even more certain about how he felt. The kids had taken to her from the moment he'd first introduced his "friend Teri" the previous weekend, when they'd gone to McDonalds for lunch. Now they were behaving as though they'd known her for years. From the moment they'd come down the street and into the house it was "where's Teri?" and "can we play with Teri?" and "Teri, would you come play soccer with us?"

He called out, "time for a break!" and they all ran over, shouting and laughing. They sat together and had their sodas, and then the two kids ran back to the yard and resumed kicking the ball around.

"They are adorable." Teri was smiling broadly, her face shining. Michael leaned forward and discreetly gave her a quick kiss, making sure the kids weren't watching you.

"They're crazy about you," he said, "you're just a natural with them."

"Oh, I've always loved kids. I did a ton of babysitting in high school, and even once in a while in college, for a professor's family. But sometimes kids can be real brats--yours are terrific, Michael."

He laughed and said, "oh, give them time--they can be brats too!"

A couple of hours later, after they'd walked the kids back to Joanna's house, Michael drove Teri home. Outside the door to her apartment building he took her hand and said, "thank you, Teri. This has been one of the best dates of my life."

She kissed him. "Me too. But I better get inside so my mother doesn't worry that I've been abducted by aliens. When I called her last night to say I was staying over with you, she didn't seem too surprised--just told me to have a good time! Still, I think she'll be glad to see me."

They talked for a minute about the coming week and made plans to get together, before parting with a couple more lingering kisses.

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Agnes said, "do you think you were a little unfair to him, letting him have it like that over the phone?"

"Yes, I realized that afterwards," Joanna said. "But I was so upset! What was I to think? The kids come in the door and Amy starts going on about 'daddy's friend Teri' and how nice she was, how good she was at soccer, how much fun they all had.

"I told that you Michael and I had agreed to be real careful about who we introduced to the kids, not just expose them to whoever we might be dating. So after they were in bed I called him up and .... Well, I was angry."

"What did he say?" Agnes asked.

"He waited for me to calm down a little, and then he said, 'listen, Jo--I remember our deal. Teri is the only new person I've ever introduced to Will and Amy. She's not just a casual date, she's somebody special; and I expect to be seeing a lot more of her.'

"Well, THAT shut me down! I didn't really know what to say, so I just sort of said, 'well, okay' and got off the phone."

She looked unhappily at Agnes. "All this time, I've been sort of thinking--or hoping, anyway--that he was going through what I was going through. You know, dating some people but not really finding anyone interesting. And maybe beginning to wonder whether the person you used to be married to might be the right one after all. But now...." She stopped, gazing out the window.

"Now I guess I really have to face it, the fact that I might lose him." She stood up and paced around the room.

"That sounds idiotic, doesn't it? I mean, Michael divorced me, five months ago! But I guess I thought that as long as he hadn't found someone else ...." She stopped, not bothering to finish the sentence.

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Michael was stunned. Literally frozen in his chair, unaware that his mouth was hanging open.

He'd been surprised, but not unpleasantly, when he came into Elizabeth's office and found Marina there as well. They said hello and hugged one another warmly. It had been several months since they'd stopped working together.

"Michael, Marina's here today because we need to talk to you about something."

"Okay, sure ..." he said, not particularly concerned. 

Leaning forward, looking carefully at him, Elizabeth said, "you know that Marina has a younger sister; but you don't seem to know that that her sister is Teresa Giordano."

What ensued was a shocked, tense silence.

Finally, very slowly, Michael began to feel his brain working, however creakily. He said, "but ... Marina's last name is--"

"Sultis, yes," she said. "I kept my ex-husband's name, Michael. My maiden name is Giordano."

More silence. The women waited.

"Okay, then, so ... she ... oh, Jesus."

He suddenly looked hard at the two women. "Does Teri know? Did either of you--"

"No, Michael." Elizabeth smiled at him. "Absolutely not. We are both completely bound by confidentiality. Neither of us would ever breathe a word to her about your treatment, or even that we know you."

Reassured but still shaken, he nodded a little and sat back in his chair. They could see him processing it, a bit at a time.

When she thought he was ready Elizabeth said, "frankly, Michael, if you and Teri had just been casually dating it wouldn't be a big deal at all. We still would have told you, just to avoid an awkward surprise if you ever met Marina, but ..."

"But since things between you and Teri seem to be getting serious--"

"I was going to ask her to marry me," he said, and both women looked shocked.

"I know it's kind of soon, and I wasn't going to do it for a couple more months at least. I mean, I know I'm just seven months past a divorce, and I've only known Teri for three months or so. But I love her. I love her a lot, and I've seen how much she and the kids enjoy one another.

"She's beautiful and loving and sexy and she ..." He broke off. "Christ, this is one hell of a mess, isn't it?"

Marina stood up and said, "I'll let you guys have the rest of your session together. Michael, I'm so sorry about this. For what it's worth, I think you're great for Teri--I've never seen her happier. Don't give up on her, okay?"

She kissed him on the cheek. "If I get a vote, I'll be dancing at your wedding!" She smiled and left the room.

After some more time in silent thought, Michael said, "well--we ... I mean, Jesus, Elizabeth, what the hell do I do now?"

"Broadly speaking there are two possibilities, Michael--you can let her know, or not let her know. I see two potential difficulties if you tell Teri: first, that will mean revealing to her that you used to have a PE problem. She--"

"That wouldn't bother me a bit," he said, brushing it away with a gesture. He smiled and said, "I can report to you that I don't have a PE problem any more, so I don't mind Teri knowing that I used to have one. In fact, I've thought from time to time about mentioning it to her."

"Okay," Elizabeth said. "Well, the other difficulty is that Teri obviously might find it upsetting that her ... that the man in her life has had sex repeatedly with her older sister, even in a therapeutic rather than any sort of romantic context."

"That's the biggie," he agreed, nodding. "I have no idea how she'd react--whether she'd feel jealous or just creeped-out, or simply decide she couldn't possibly see me ever again."

He thought some more. "And if I don't tell her?"

"Then it would be your and Marina's secret--for the rest of your lives, if you and Teri actually got married.

"And there's no way Marina or I would ever reveal that secret, but you'd have to consider how comfortable you'd feel keeping it from the woman you love. Would that trouble you?

"Further, if she ever DID find out, however unlikely that is, would the fact that you hadn't told her upfront about it cause an even larger problem between you?"

They talked about it for the rest of the session, and scheduled an extra session the following day to discuss it some more. Michael kept coming back to, "well, what do you think I should do?" Elizabeth's response was, "how do you feel about it? What course of action seems the best to you?"

"Typical therapist!" he shot at her at one point, with a smile--to which she smiled back and stuck out her tongue at him.

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

They'd gone for a long walk around the reservoir, and were now sitting comfortably together on a park bench in the shade. It had been a wonderful date, beginning the previous evening with dinner and a little dancing, then a hot night of love-making in Michael's bed. 

Every time they made love together he was more and more entranced by Teri's uninhibited eagerness, the happy intensity with which she shared her beautiful body with him. She was much more familiar with ass-play than he was, and had taught him to use his middle finger in her anus to heighten her pleasure as she was climaxing. The first time she returned the favor he nearly jumped out of the bed, but he had come to understand how arousing it could be.

That morning she'd sneaked into the kitchen early to make breakfast, then brought it back to the bedroom where they'd giggled as they fed each other scrambled eggs and bacon and toast with their fingers. Then it was time to make love again, followed by a long shower together, then their walk.

Michael bit his lip. He hated that he had to do this, but there was no way around it. He kissed her and said, "Teri, I need to talk to you about something. Something that might upset you."

"Okay, honey." She looked concerned but not upset. "You're not sick or anything, are you? Or the kids?"

"No no, nothing like that. Listen: I, uh, back when I was married I used to--well, I had a problem with premature ejaculation."

She laughed and hugged him. "Well, you don't have one anymore, baby, that's for sure!" She laughed again. "You turn me inside-out, Michael, and that's--"

"Teri, wait." He looked serious. "That's not ... what I mean to say is, the way I got rid of the problem was to work with a surrogate. A sexual surrogate."

"You mean you ... wait. No--no, wait, you didn't ..." She stood up suddenly and backed away from him a couple of steps, staring at him, her hand covering her mouth.

"You and ... my sister? Marina? You--you're having sex with my SISTER??"

"Teri, no, it's all over now, it ended months ago. But yes, I did ... she was the surrogate I worked with, and we ... had sex together.

"Please, honey, just sit down--let me tell you about it." Looking deeply shocked, Teri allowed him to guide her back down to the bench.

Michael told her: the therapy, working with both Elizabeth and Marina; the practice exercises; and the sex, beginning with masturbation and progressing to oral sex and actual intercourse. She listened numbly, without much expression.

"I'm very grateful to your sister, Teri," he concluded. "She helped me with something I'd been struggling with my whole life. But it was never anything romantic--it was therapist and patient. And it's been over for months. It stopped long before we--before I ever met you."

Teri sat, looking at nothing, while he watched her and worried. Nothing else I can do about it now, he thought. Finally she said, "Michael this is ... it's a lot to absorb, a lot to think about. I guess I'd like you to take me home please."

They drove in silence, and at her apartment building she said, "please--Michael, please give me some time with this, okay? I really care for you, but ...

"But I am just having a lot of trouble dealing with this right now." She squeezed his hand sadly and went inside, leaving him on the front step with a boatload full of worries.

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

Marina checked the peephole, then opened her door and there was Teri storming in and yelling, "how COULD you?" before breaking into tears and hugging her sister tightly.

Marina led her to the couch, said, "sit!" and went to get two cups of coffee. She made Teri drink some and waited for her to calm down a little.

"So Michael told you," she said finally. Teri nodded, and Marina said, "I figured he would. He really loves you, Ter--too much to be able to keep any secrets from you."

Teri didn't seem ready to speak, so Marina continued. "Listen, honey. Michael was my client and my friend. I helped him with a problem, the way a therapist does. We weren't lovers, we didn't have a romance.

"If I'd been his tennis instructor, or his massage therapist to rehabilitate an injury to his spine, this would be no big deal, right?" Teri nodded, looking morose.

"Okay, then. This was no different. I know society sees it differently, but it's not." 

She waited, knowing her sister well enough to anticipate the outburst that was coming. One of the ways Teri processed things was emotionally--she yelled, she cried, and then (usually) she felt better.

Teri stared across the room gloomily. Then suddenly: "But you fucked him! You fucked him, or he fucked you, or ...

"And you--you probably sucked him off too, right? My Michael had his dick in your mouth and you swallowed his come? What am I supposed to do about that, Marina--how do I get that picture out of my head? My big sister slurping on my husband's dick? Or his tongue in your pussy, and you squirming around--"

"Husband?" Marina raised her eyebrows, and Teri blushed bright red.

"Oh, I didn't ... well, I guess--" She looked incredibly sheepish. "I mean, he hasn't asked me or anything, but I sort of figured ...."

"You figured he was going to be asking sometime soon, right?" Marina was grinning. Teri nodded without looking up.

"Do you love him?" 

She nodded again. "I've never felt like this about anyone."

"Okay then," Marina said, thinking, We need to work this through. We need to get it all out, let her have her outburst of anger and jealousy or whatever it is.

She said, "Teri, I've never told you much about my work, I mean what I actually do with clients, so I'm going to tell you now. Not a word about me and Michael, because that's confidential, but about what I typically do in helping a man with a PE problem. 

"And you're going to listen and ask whatever questions you want. And if you want to scream and yell, go ahead--I can handle it. I just want to say two things first.

"One is that neither you nor Michael were virgins when you met. He'd been married for a long time, and you certainly had boyfriends in the past, and your own interesting sex-life, right? So neither of you should be bothered by what happened before--it's past, it's over with.

"And second: I never kiss any of my clients on the lips, ever. I'm not their girlfriend, I'm their therapist. My relationship with them is friendly but professional.

"Now--are you ready to listen?"

The sisters talked for more than two hours. Marina told her all about her practice, and about the work she did with men. Teri heard every bit of it, from the masturbation exercises men did alone through mutual masturbation, oral sex, and intercourse in various positions.

Teri mostly just listened, though at one point she burst out, "My God, Marina, how can you do all that with different guys? Like it's a job or something, all in a day's work? Don't you feel like a whore?"

"No baby, I don't. I feel like a therapist who's helping men with problems that have tormented them with years--and I feel just great when I see them get better, when their confidence returns and they walk out of my office ready to take on the world. I feel like a doctor who's saved somebody's life!

"Plus," she added with a mischievous smile, "I like sex, and I get to have a lot of it. You'd probably like that part of my job too!"

She laughed and ducked as Teri grabbed a sofa pillow and began whacking her with it.

At the end of their conversation Marina got up and made some sandwiches, and the sisters sat and ate them in silence. Marina had been sure that their talk would ease Teri's mind, but she could see that her sister was still troubled.

"Honey, why is this still eating at you? You know he adores you, right? And that he'd never even seen you, back when he and I were working together?"

Teri nodded, then suddenly shouted, "I know, I KNOW all that, okay? I don't know why I'm still upset, I just AM!

"You can tell me that all those weeks of you rolling around on a bed with Michael shouldn't matter to me, but it does--it makes me crazy! And I don't have any idea what the hell to do about it!"

She jumped up and, grabbing her handbag, headed for the door. And before Marina had time to say, "Teri, remember how much he loves you," she was gone.

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

Michael didn't think it was possible to feel this way--this empty. He hadn't seen or spoken to Teri in three weeks. Several calls had gone unanswered, and then after about five days he'd come home to a short message on his machine.




The Surrogate Ch. 03



"Michael, it's me, Teri. Please don't call me anymore right now, okay? Give me some time to figure all this out. I miss you too, but I--I don't know if I can handle this, and I need some time. I promise I'll call again when I'm ready."

He'd honored her request, though it was making him crazy. He went to work, came home, saw the children whenever he could. He even made an appointment to go see Elizabeth, whose advice was "be patient, give her time."

Shit--that's what he was doing; what goddam choice did he have? But it sure pissed him off, being blamed for something totally innocent! For Chrissakes, he hadn't even MET Teri when he worked with Marina! Didn't she ....

His thoughts went around and around in his head, aimlessly and pointlessly. He finished his beer, tossed the can into the recycling bin and went up to bed.

Michael was just drifting off to sleep when the doorbell rang. He sat up, glancing at the clock: 11:20. Could it be ...?

He dashed downstairs in his boxer shorts and looked out through the glass panel on the door. A dark figure stood on the porch. He threw open the door but before he could say, "Teri?" a woman flung herself into his arms.

"Michael I'm sorry but I miss you so much!" she cried, twining herself around him. "My life is just empty!" She dropped her coat, revealing that all she was wearing was a thin nightie, and pressed herself hard against him, kissing him fiercely.

"What the ...! Jo?!" After a momentary response to her warm body against him, Michael pulled back, holding her at arm's length.

"Baby, please! Just for tonight! Just one more time!" She reached out again to pull him into her arms, to press her breasts and body against him.

"Jo, no!" He held her by the arms and steered her into the living room, guiding her down onto the sofa. "Sit!" he said, and took a chair across from her.

"Now--what's going on?"

"Michael, I--I know I screwed everything up, but ... can't we try again? I love you so much, and we have the kids, and ..." She lost the thread of her words a little, and he realized that she must be a little drunk. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. 

Sighing, he took both her hands in his. "Jo, we're divorced, and we are not going to get back together. I'm sorry. We will always share Amy and Will, but that's it. You need to make a new life for yourself."

Almost frantically she said, "but baby could you just ... take me, just tonight? I'm so desperate to feel you inside me one more time..."

He realized he had an erection. Joanna's breasts showed clearly through her nightie, and the tears on her face somehow turned him on too. It would be so easy to just take her into his bedroom, to relieve the sexual tension he'd been feeling for weeks .... 

Forcing himself to get up, he turned away and went to the kitchen, returning with a glass of cold water. "Drink some of this," he commanded, handing Joanna the glass. He sat down again, further away from her this time.

"Jo," he said, "you have to go home. We can't do this. We're divorced and I'm in love with someone else."

"Is it that ... Teri?" He nodded, and she began to cry again. "But baby, I always thought ..." She sobbed, not bothering to finish the sentence.

"Jo, did you leave the kids at home alone?"

She nodded. "Yes, but they're fine--they were both fast asleep."

Grimacing, Michael ran into the bedroom and quickly put on jeans, a T-shirt and sandals. Returning, he got Joanna to her feet and said, "c'mon, Jo, I'm taking you home."

She continued to cry, but made no effort to resist him as he walked her back down the street to her house--to what used to be the home they shared.

Ten minutes later, Joanna was alone in her bed, snoring, and Michael was back in his own house. He shook his head as he climbed into bed. Not quite the late-night surprise he'd been hoping for ....

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

5:30 on a Thursday afternoon and they were sitting at a small table in a noisy, crowded Starbucks four blocks from the hospital. This is what Teri wanted, and he hadn't dared to suggest something different.

Teri stared down into her caramel latte; she'd hardly looked at him since they'd sat down together. This was NOT good. Michael sipped his own coffee without tasting it.

"Michael, I've been--it's been ... just hard, I guess."

She looked up now, into his face. "I've tried so hard to be logical about this. Yes, we both had sexual lives before we met--there's no reason to be bothered about that. Yes, you stopped seeing Marina before you and I ever knew each other. Yes, it was a professional relationship, nothing romantic about it.

"But it's ... I'm just not that logical a person, I guess, not about this. I keep seeing you with her, on top of her, or thrusting into her from behind ..." Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and he had to lean far forward to hear her.

"And it's not just some anonymous woman, it's my big sister, the person I've looked up to and admired for so long! And she's so sexy ...

"And she's making you come, and you're making her come--the two of you fucking each other wildly, crying and shouting ..." She stopped talking, and tears appeared on her cheeks.

"Let's take a walk," Michael said. He stood up and offered her his hand. After a long moment, she took it, and they left the shop together.

They walked in silence for seven blocks, all the way to the park south of Main St. where he found them an empty bench across from the duck pond. There were a handful of small children playing, under the watchful eyes of their parents, tossing rocks into the pond or chasing the pigeons around.

Michael wasn't sure what to say, so he figured silence was still the best strategy. The next hour figured to be crucial, one way or the other.

"Was it better? With her?"

He was startled for a moment. "No, Teri, not at all. Of course not!"

"But she's a professional, she knows all the tricks..."

"Listen," he said. Time to proceed carefully. "Marina saved my life, okay? Before her, I'd never had intercourse for more than about two minutes in my whole life. My confidence was zero--especially after Joanna went out and cheated on me.

"Marina worked with me, she taught me. The happiness I felt when I was able to last for 15 minutes for the first time, you have no idea what that was like.

"And of course the sex felt good--it always feels good. But it's nothing to what you and I have. It was physical pleasure, like a good massage.

"With you, it's ... everything, it's love and sharing and closeness. And you are so exciting, Teri! The way you touch me, the way you move, the way you sound, it's ..."

He stopped. He found himself getting a hard-on, which didn't quite seem right for this situation.

"I've never been with anyone who makes me feel the way you do." He left it at that, hoping it would be enough. They sat for another long period in silence, her staring out moodily across the lake, him discreetly watching her face.

"Walk with me some more." She jumped up suddenly and he hurried to follow. They walked twice around the lake, slowly. He didn't dare to speak.

"Can we go back to your place?" she said. 

"Of course--come on. I'll make us some dinner."

When they got there Teri lay down on the couch in the living room while he cooked some spaghetti and threw a salad together. When the food was ready he poked his head into the room; he could see she'd fallen asleep.

"C'mon, honey, dinner's ready," he said gently, helping her to her feet. She went to use the bathroom and wash up, and they ate together silently. Michael was worried and watchful. Keeping his mouth shut still seemed like the right choice.

When they were finished Michael stood up and cleared the table. He noticed that Teri hadn't eaten very much. When he returned she was crying.

She said, "I can't stand this! Every time I look at you I see you with her! I can't get the pictures out of my mind--all the positions, the two of you all over each other, going wild. Your cock in her mouth, you shouting as you come down her throat ...

"And I tell myself 'well, that's it--this isn't going to work, with him. You need to find someone else, where there won't be this ... this past to deal with.'

"But I love you, Michael! I love you and I can't even imagine letting you go, going back to my life and not seeing you anymore ... I can't do it!"

She was crying hard, her face in her hands. He picked her up without resistance and carried her to the bedroom. Putting her down gently on the bed he took her in his arms, kissing her, murmuring to her as he held her.

She began kissing him back, hard, and then pulling at his shirt. In a few moments they were tearing each other's clothes off, and then she yanked him on top of her, between her legs. He tried to go slow, to caress her, but she said, "no--I want you now!"

She grabbed his cock and pulled him to her cunt, pushing him in with a hand on his ass. She was surprisingly wet, and they both groaned as he slid smoothly all the way in, his hips pressing against her spread thighs.

They fucked hard and fast, no subtlety. She clung to him like a drowning woman, and as her orgasm approached she wrapped her legs tightly around his ass and squeezed him into her frantically.

"Oh God, oh, Michael, yes!" She came, digging her nails into his shoulders, and he roared as he came into her a moment later.

They collapsed together; and when he moved to roll off to the side she said, "no no, stay there." She held him tightly on top of her for a long time. Finally she shifted a little and he moved next to her, turning sideways to hold her in his arms.

He wanted to say, "are you okay?" but he kept his mouth shut. Finally, she turned her head to him and said, "thank you, Michael."

"I love you, Teri."

After about a half hour he got her up and they took a quiet shower together, washing each other but gently, no laughing or horseplay. Then they dried each other and he took her back to bed, where he loved her for a long time.

She held his head while he licked and nipped and caressed her breasts, and then slid down to lick and suck on her pussy. He sucked her clit and slid two fingers inside her, his other hand twisting a nipple gently, until she cried out and came. Then she said, "oh, baby," in a breathy voice, and pulled him up to her.

They fucked then, in the missionary position again but slowly, lovingly, their eyes open to one another. Michael felt the joy of being in control, but most of all he felt the closeness to this amazing woman and the incredible gift of her openness to him. 

When he finally came, stroking steadily into her until his come jetted out of him, they kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, then fell asleep.

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

Michael woke up at 6:55 and turned the alarm off before it rang. He knew Teri's shift didn't start until noon that day. He slipped downstairs to make the coffee and start on breakfast.

He'd hoped to bring her breakfast in bed, but as he was taking the eggs off the stove she walked into the kitchen, looking unbearably adorable with her sleepy eyes and her mussed-up hair. She was wearing his shirt from the night before, which just managed to conceal her pussy.

She smilingly approached and gave him a long kiss, then gratefully accepted a cup of coffee. They ate together, holding hands, not saying much--both of them very very happy.

She said, "last night was wonderful, Michael--thank you!"

Very carefully he said, "you know, that was all you and me. Marina's not in bed with us--not in my head, not anywhere."

"I know. It's still gonna bother me, sometimes--but I'm just going to have to deal with it." She smiled. "Because I'm not letting you go."

"And I'm not going to let you get away," he said. He stood up and reached for something up on top of a cabinet. Coming back to the table, he knelt down in front of her and opened up his hand. There was a little square box, which he popped open to show her a ring with two beautifully matched small diamonds.

She gasped, and he said, "Teresa, will you marry me?"

There were tears in her eyes but the smile on her face was the brightest one he'd ever seen.



The Surrogate Ch. 03



The next morning when I woke, I was alone in the bed. It is amazing how well I sleep after great sex. My Master, John left a note in the bathroom on the mirror which read; "Mary, I would have loved to stay at your side all morning, making sweet love to again and again. I however, have been called off on some business. I had a wonderful time last night or early this morning. I cannot wait until we are alone once more. Love, John." 

I of course kept the note stashing it away in my bureau drawer with all my sentimental bobbles and personal effects. It wasn't until after this that I had to urinate rather badly. I felt as if my bladder would never stop emptying. Then the second thing struck me funny as I was emptying my bladder, my mouth felt dry without saliva as if the very water was sapped from me with the fit of urination I just experienced. I jumped into the shower after drinking down two glasses of water. I was drying off when I began to contemplate how my brother and I could spend a kind of honeymoon together. 

This is when I found a Carnival Cruise ship brochure which had an all-expenses paid trip for seven nights and days on the sunny beaches of the Bahamas. I decided to see the entire cost of the trip for first class and the package after all we could afford it for certain. I was going to surprise my brother or so I thought, wondering where the brochure had come from in the first place. It was lying in the kitchen area. Well, I decided that perhaps the cook, Helena must have been looking at it because she had a paid vacation coming up. 

I then sat down to a breakfast of a half of grapefruit, roasted almonds mixed with raisins, whole wheat toast with peanut butter, and a cup of coffee with plain half and half. I was still sitting there in my terry cloth robe when Helena walked in smiling and she said, "Hello my lady. Why do you not wake me for you to have breakfast? You know I do not mind doing for you." Helena had a very strong Spanish accent and was so sweet with her wonderful dimples in her smile. Helena was always bright and never grumpy it seemed. She didn't know John had already gone because she normally cooked his breakfast and practically all his meals. Helena were not just an employee but to us a loved family member. 

I was looking at the brochure and smiled at Helena when I heard the outer door to the main hall open up. I turned to see my handsome brother, John walking in head high, shoulders back, with the presence of royalty. I could honestly say he was majestic and I smiled at him as he neared. John walked straight up to me kissing me on the lips not caring what Helena thought at all. I moaned kissing him back. He looked down seeing the brochure on the table in front of me and I said, "So did business go well sir? I am glad you returned. Perhaps you'll join me for breakfast, please sir?" 

John smiled then said, "Of course I will my dear. Helena, can I have three eggs over medium, rye toast, caviar, two potato cakes and a glass of orange juice please dear." I watched as Helena bowed, disappearing as if on cue. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, she brought John everything down to the last little item requested with condiments and utensils. I watched as she refilled his orange juice glass. The two of us ate in silence with my brother smiling as if he was the cat who had eaten the canary. 

Then I knew something was up his sleeve when he said, "My toy, you never ask me any questions as to where I have gone or what I have to do when I go off? Why is that?" 

I looked up at my Master knowing it was a test and replied, "I am a toy who will never be curious of the Master for if I needed to know, the Master would inform the toy with clear instructions." 

I watched his expression change to a pleasant familiar smile then he said, "Oh correct my lovely toy. Now look before you on the table there is a pamphlet which I know you looked at this morning from Carnival Cruises. Well, I just decided this early morning we will be going on that cruise tomorrow morning you and I are booked." 

My eyes got huge and the smile was so big my face hurt. I wanted so bad to attack my brother right then kissing his handsome face a million one times. My mouth was still open and tears began running down my face because I just adored the way his mind worked with mine. I said, "Oh my God, thank you, I love you so much. I think it is so perfect to be alone with you my love." 

He merely smiled looking at me he said, "Mary with what you do for me you deserve it my dear. If I could deliver the moon to you, I would my love." I blinked my eyes because I was holding back all the tears of pure joy. 

It is then I remember something called the ripple effect. I asked a lady once who had never been graced by an orgasm. What damages the shoreline the most a tidal wave or a ripple effect of thousands of years of erosion. Well of course the ripple effect changes it the most but through a series of small waves crashing into the shoreline second after second, minute after minute, and year after year. 

The ripples of a small pond from some sort of disturbance therein possibly from a thrown stone into the middle of the pond will cause this effect. If you throw a stone into a pond the tiny ripple slowly grows from the inside outwards to the outer edges. The inner ripples although smaller tend to grow wider and bigger the further out they get to the edge. It is this disturbance which is concentrated on and not merely one wave of pleasure my precious dear. It is as if a multitude of stones are striking with precision and perfection in the same exact spot continuously until you have a massive amount of waves back to back heading towards the shore and repeatedly crashing into the shore line. Now only one wave will not disturb the land or beach front but the multitude will change the landscape. It is this ripple effect that I desire from a patient lover. 

I remember Darla saying, "Oh my and how do you know or understand how to find a man like that?" 

I smiled at her then said, "You need to find a man who is patient beyond anything so my test is making them wait an extraordinary amount of time. Just when you believe you have waited long enough give it five more minutes. If he is cussing angry or too impatient to wait then he's not the one. He will be possibly good at parts of sex but never reach the desired ripple effect. No, the one that waits and is at peace within himself when you walk in, lookout he is the one to be leery about. He is the one who will be like ten thousand rocks striking that same spot in the pond and make you melt." 

I remember Darla saying, "Oh my. I guess I need to find a brain surgeon huh?" 

I came back to the present and was finished with my coffee. I remember Helena swooping in for my plate and mug. I stood up walking over to my brother slowly as his deep blue eyes penetrated me with almost a surgical precision. I then leaned in real close to his ear and then whispered for only his ears, "I thank you for inviting me with you lover. Can I have you after you are through with breakfast please sir?" 

He looked at me shaking his head up and down as if he were a little boy who had lost his voice. To me John looked so precious. I desired him so bad that I practically glided as I walked because of all my training it appeared I was almost ghost like as I moved. I knew my brother watched or studied me as I moved swiftly. I had to go into the master bedroom bathroom and touch myself slapping my love button several times. I also gently twisted my nipples while I waited on John. 

I waited for what seemed an eternity for him. I badly desired his cock. I needed his touch, his kiss, and his power. My Master can be a cruel bastard at times. He knew I was going mad yet he walked in then said, "Get undressed and stand beside the bed but do not get on it. I will be back soon." 

I did as I was told. I watched my Master get undressed go into the master bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. I stood naked waiting beside the bed. I remember slapping my clit again and rubbing my sensitive nipples then squeezing my entire breast with my hand. One at a time then I went to rubbing my clit and fingering myself gently as I waited. 

By the time John was done I had diddled myself almost to orgasm three times but I merely stopped right there teetering on the slightest edge of ecstasy and reality. I felt the wetness dripping from my soft pinkness gently down my inner thigh. John entered the room wearing a rather large dark blue bathrobe which contrasted his blonde hair and deep blue eyes with perfection. I wanted so badly to leap into his arms. 

John stoic stood quietly in front of me glancing down between my thighs recognizing my swollen little lips and the wetness he obviously observed with his keen eye. He took his index finger sliding it gently in between my thighs collecting the drip, licking it, and moaned. Then John said, "Discipline and rules for you my sexy little toy. I will establish them here and today. You will need a trigger of sorts a mechanism to activate your sexual side toy that only your Master can know. You must learn a riddle, yes a riddle that will begin the process in order for you to merely remember the switch." 

I stood still my breathing getting uneven as he touched me my knees grew weak. I felt my body deceiving me as more wetness dripped slowly down, down, and further down, to my knee. A river of sopping wet juices continued to defy my Master and his words. I figured it would be impossible to train me to defy my inner most workings of my sexual nature. I desired my brother and merely thinking about him was my trigger, done deal I was ready. 

John was silent for a long time standing looking at me. John stood there observing every muscle twitch, every intimate detail, and the breathing pattern of a hot assed sister. "The riddle you are to remember is this and it will forever be your switch. Do you understand me my Toy?" 

I just stated, "Yes Sir, I understand." 

John smiled then said, "Two things must be done simultaneously in order to activate me for fun. The first part of the riddle is sealed with this but must be passionate in order for you to have bliss... What is it? You may answer my sweet precious toy." 

I blinked then said, "The answer sir is a Passionate Kiss." 

He smiled then said, "Correct. The second part of the riddle is; along with a passionate kiss my trigger activates me when you pull this, but be sure you do the action at the very same time for your purest of pleasure or it's a waste of time... what is it? You may answer toy." 

I smiled knowingly then said, "My Master the answer which you seek oh does so please me. It is my trigger and does turn me on every time when you pull my hair as you give me a passionate kiss, you are mine." 

He smiled big then said, "From now on that is the only way to turn my toy into a live doll that plays. You will be faithful to hide it inside. Only if both of the riddles are answered will you be obliged to come alive or if the physical act is done. Forever this is your trigger." 

I looked straight ahead then I said, "Yes sir, I understand." 

My brother, John quickly tested me he said "Good now, hop in the bed with me let me taste you." I never uttered a word and stood still right where I was. I never moved a hair. I never even blinked. John smiled then said, "Very impressive. You do look plastic almost like a mannequin doll. However, we need to shave all of your hair off of you except on your head in order for you to be a most convincing as a doll." 

I continued to stand there when suddenly John got off of the bed walked up in front of me. He then passionately kissed my lips and pulled my hair with a sexy pull. I will say I came to life with a true fire inside my eyes blinked and my tongue snaked around his as I moaned. I was never sure the very first time if I was truly purposefully behaving like a doll or I was play acting for my brother's benefit as my Master. The hypnotic state suggests the fact that whatever my brother did by giving me order with the two part riddles planted a certain truth in my brain so I did become the doll. I was implanted with the orders now it's the only way to even arouse me. However, when someone does the physical act or answers my questions to figure what to do then I am activated into a super slut doll truly. 

I never understood how a simple mind trick triggered my actual sexuality and physical symptoms for instance when my brother kissed me. I felt a heat, my eyes did blink, my nipples became hard, and my pussy flooded with even more juices instantly. Now the later, was hard to tell because I was already previously soaking wet by anyone else but I knew. 

I kissed my brother passionately again and again as I moaned. Alive I was, my hands moved over his shoulders my stiff limbs became limber and loose. I eased back on the bed wrapping my long lithe legs around my brother's hips as I pulled him onto the bed with me. John not expecting this began to chuckle as my hands untied his robe and slid the robe off the second his knees touched the bed between my outstretched thighs. I continued kissing my brother again and again passionately on his sexy mouth. I desired John with my every fiber of my being. Yes the hypnotism worked on me and now I was an alive horny little fuck doll. I kissed his mouth over and over again. I slid my hands down to his waist and delicately stroked his cock with my tiny soft silky hands. 

I then let John see as I spit a long gob of spit as it dripped from my mouth as it were, onto the tip of his rigid stiff beautiful cock. I used my tiny soft hands to make it so nice and wet. I continued to stroke slowly up and down, then up and down. I smiled as John watched me intently stroking his cock with both hands. I would gently cup his balls as well. I was about to tend to them with licking and sucking as well. However, my brother had other plans as he lifted my ass up into his face with both hands scooped under my ass and hips pulling my sweet pussy into his face. 

I now giggled as every fiber, nerve, and synapse began firing in a multitude of pleasure vessels needing his soft wet devil of a tongue flattened or pointed but touching, stroking, and devouring my flower with my magic little button. My pinkness opened up to him as if knowing it was my lover's lips and devil tongue indeed. Oh my goodness, how happy I could be. The butterflies in my stomach danced as I felt his softest touch. My hands would clinch the fitted sheet ripping and tearing with a violent streak as the orgasm inside me grew. I would thrust into that devil tongue. I'd close my thighs and smother him my brother danced his tongue again and again for my pleasure some. The strangest thing was when he added his fingers into the fray inside my pussy and anal cavity the pleasure zones somehow changed. 

Now in a state of complete bliss with his tongue, his fingers, the stroking inside, I was thrusting and pulling what a wild ride. Then suddenly the ripple effect oh, I remember, the devil he haunts as my orgasm tore me as if it were from some distant secluded island. I felt my body thrashing, pushing, pulling, and screaming in violent little quakes as the squirting started to take place. John, my lover with the patience of Job, was giggling and playing in my splashing orgasm onto his handsome face, still flicking, dancing, and licking with the devil which brings such intense pleasure. I was gasping openly, the covers torn by my hands with such a powerful orgasm as my eyes blink to realize the onslaught had stopped. 

I watched in awe and amazement as my brother lay me down back on the bed gently and then instructed me to turn over. I did on my hands and knees for my master's pleasure. I felt the bed pressured behind me as I felt my master kneeling then entering me swiftly. I knew he was determined as he mounted me. I felt the rush of splintered joy throughout my being as my eyes closed, my mouth agape, and breathing stopped for that purest of pleasure. The feeling of the entrance, the invasion with violence, lust, and power, the knowledge of being desired is the single most important thing I felt with the knowledge of love. Yes all the confirmation was enhanced by our coupling. My eyes opened as I rasped in my breathing as I felt him steaming with the sounds returning realizing my screaming shame. 

My lover, my brother was fucking me so sweetly that I lost track of everything besides the sounds as it were of my own tempo and breathing. He was pounding my wetness, thrusting with violence. I heard the metronome of the slap, slap, and slapping of his balls against my ass. My breasts were bouncing violently as I held them both cupped in my hands as he continued his onslaught. I heard him for the first time asking me, "Do you truly love me toy?" 

"Oh God, yes Master. I love you Master. Oh God, please don't stop sir, please don't ever stop, fucking me," I managed to stammer in an almost audible mumble as he continued his thrashing inside of me. 

My mind began racing to a thousand things like when we used to wrestle as young children and the awkwardness of it all. How after we grew up I was taken to classes with young girls to be with young ladies. My brother went to classes doing whatever they taught him and the young men. I could not believe my luck as I was now being thoroughly fucked by my sweet handsome brother so many years later. I felt the tiny shards of pleasure growing as my mind was racing thinking of all those things as the pace grew more frantic. I felt the heat rising slowly through his constant movement and thrusting. 

I was feeling the ripple effect to perfection and remember that it was ten thousand upon ten thousands of waves crashing into the shore with precision changing the entire landscape of the shore. It began from somewhere deep within the sweetest release as I gripped the side of the bed screaming my lungs out when I felt the squirt, squirt, squirt, and squirt of my orgasm. I remember my brother moan and grunt his approval as he slammed again and again inside of my erupting pussy. He began laughing as he shoved his thumb inside my soft pink asshole. 

He would spit a nice fat gob of saliva on my asshole to begin sliding his thumb in and out, faster and faster. He still was fucking in and out of my pussy with his gorgeous cock at the very same time. I was so relaxed and felt the pressure but then slowly the sensations of his wiggling thumb began to feel like a different pleasure zone. It was a feeling I never quite experienced before but instead of feeling straight pain as I thought, I would. I felt a sensation of first pressure but then his thumb began sliding in and out. The pleasure was more of the pulling backwards until I felt the head of his cock at my entrance to my asshole. 

My Master slid his cock inside me but very deliberate and slow. I felt like I was stretching wide, wider, and then widest with a pressure that was extreme at first. I heard his voice reassuring me saying, "You must breathe baby. I know the feeling of fullness will pass shortly and then concentrate on the feelings of pure pleasure. You may feel like you have to go to the bathroom but it is the way this begins okay?" 

I gasped once then again and I heard my voice as if far away say, "Yes sir, I understand." 

It was when he began moving that I understood the pleasure part as he slid in and out, then in and out. I began relaxing and breathing easier. Suddenly, what was once painful fullness became actually sweet satisfying pleasurable fucking. Yes, I felt the sting but mostly every stroke with his cock hit my g-spot from the opposite side through the thin membrane separating my pussy from my ass cavity. The actual sliding in and out became as fulfilling as I began to feel the deep heat once again building another monster. 




The Surrogate Ch. 03



I heard my brother grunting and then ask, "Are you okay baby girl can I go faster and harder?" 

I at first couldn't believe my ears the pleasure was building and growing my answer came out almost surreal as I said, "Yes please, Oh God, fuck me harder, deeper, please!" 

He began to chuckle and with his thrusting. I felt my entire insides feel so amazingly hot and sweet with all the pleasure nerves activated at one time. I was squealing loud as he fucked faster, harder, and deeper into my asshole. I was feeling amazed because I had no idea this could feel so wonderful and sweet. It was my brother John who broke first as he had already championed my pussy. I felt the rush of cum into my asshole from his cock and he began to grunt, moan, and hiss. It was when I felt this wetness inside me bursting that I was immediately gripped with one of the most amazing squirting fits I can remember ever having. It was too wonderful as my brother stroked and shot into my sweet ass before falling down beside me as if dead. 

I squirted a half a dozen times extra hard then lay down beside him giggling like a maniac because of the pure satisfaction I felt. I looked over at his handsome face and he was looking back at me. He said, "Best fucking toy doll I ever had." 

I laughed then countered with, "The last fucking toy doll you'll ever have you mean." I started laughing, he chimed in, and it was beautiful. We kissed and laughed then went towards the shower together. I was so satisfied with the entire session of our lovemaking I hadn't realized the time was almost lunch already. Helena would be expecting us. I wondered what she was going to fix for lunch but I was famished for most anything. 

The whole day and night was a blur. John and I were busy with one another then packing for our trip. Instructions were left for Helena and the butler, Douglas when we left the house. They had their pay vouchers along with the Limo driver, Max. They understood that we would be gone for about nine days if all went well. 

We arrived boarding our vessel then escorted to the kings cabin which over looked the third deck which were nearest the main gambling casino, dining room facility, with a dance club / bar, and a sauna. The swimming pool was on the main floor which was considered the deck or first floor going down. I was amazed at the layout of our room which had the bathroom towels and washcloths made into little animals decorating the bathroom. The decorations were complete with his and hers robes placed strategically to either side near each sink. The towels in our room were shaped into swans. I found out later that the mysterious cabin attendants learned that in hospitality and motel etiquette school. 

Our bed was a nice king sized bed included with end tables and side lamps. Across from our bed was a thirty two inch flat screen television screen with a remote control that you could do everything with order food, watch a show, check for times of events on the ship, make reservations for massage, dance classes, or dinner. The other thing you could do was call room service off of your television screen as well. They also had a voucher with some after dinner mints in a golden envelope for our casino chips, one free champagne bottle, and a massage for four nights, and it included the ball room dances for a week. If we had children they had activities for the children. 

Everything was as perfect as could be. I felt so giddy and special with my handsome brother at my side. John was happy as well. I could tell because he walked over to see the view and ours was already of the ocean view. I heard him exhale with a gasp then smile at me when he looked out of the window. I walked over to him softly grasping his huge hand in my tiny little hand kissing his handsome face. He seemed so childlike or simple to me then without any complications. 

We embarked on adventure the first night walking around everywhere. Huge decks overlooked the ocean. When our boat made it out towards the open sea, John and I watched the porpoises riding the wake of our boat dancing in and out of the crested waves. I so enjoyed their playful adventure wondering if they could see and understand just how magnificently flawless they appeared to be. I watched them disappear and reappear as if sprung up by some mysterious force which threw them each one into the fray of ocean mist and spray. I giggled, laughed, and pointed, as if I were just a little girl once more, holding onto the arm of the man John whom I grew to love more and more each day. 

It was that night that he forgot our pact when we were alone as he tried to kiss me and I went stiff just like a doll. I believe it puzzled him at first when I fell to the ground as if dead with stiff legs and knees which would not bend arms, almost straight down by my side. My eyes were opened wide glassy with puckered lips and blankness about me. John laughed then said, "Okay Mary, you got me now get up on the bed. I want you." 

I remained stiff as he approached then he said, "Come on Mary stop fooling around and get up on the bed so we can make love." I stayed stiff not knowing if this was done intentionally or because it was a previous orders which he never rescinded. I stayed just like a mannequin following his rules which he embedded into my brain. 

John walked around to the front of me took one look then realized and remembered. He said, "Damn Mary you look truly like a live mannequin doll and so fucking sexy." He reached his hand up pulling my hair and kissed me so deeply on my mouth with his sexy tongue sliding between my lips that my eyes blinked twice. I was alive again but a sexual little mannequin doll. 

I instantly slid my hands up his shoulders then asked, "What can I do for you my Master?" 

John smiled then said, "You're getting good at that my toy doll. I love the way you act when I demand sex form you and now you turn into a doll instantly. Wow Mary, you were convincing too." 

I smiled then responded, "Master, I wasn't playing. I do believe it is your orders you never took back. Now whenever you want me I automatically go into a doll like hypnotic state. I swear. I could hear you but could not respond or even move without you activating me. Master I couldn't even talk." I felt my tears falling wondering what curse befell me and wondered why my Master would want me this way. 

John looked at me then said, "Please do not cry baby. It is a simple suggestive thought that I placed as your trigger but I have your answer key and nobody else does. Only if they guess the riddles or pull your hair and kiss you with passion will they be able to receive the living sex doll." He pulled my hair and kissed me so deeply again. 

I then heard his voice telling me to get naked and on the bed. I did exactly as I was told feeling him kneel in between my open legs. I felt him imbed the head of his cock between my soft pink lips as he kissed me. I so loved the intensity of the moment when he eased just the head inside me and pull out then again. Kissing my hot wet mouth snaking his tongue into me, John began driving me insane knowing I needed his cock buried inside me. I knew he was teasing me so, I began a game of my own with sucking his lips, earlobe, neck, and chin. I would moan for effect and then nip his earlobe, his bottom lip. 

It was so hot and intense when suddenly we heard the alarm sound on the ship. I heard in the distance rapid small arms fire and then an explosion which racked the ship. I heard people screaming and heard in the hallway several people running or screaming in the distance. John looked at me then said, "Mary waits here. I will be back let me see what's going on?" 

I was shaking because I heard the yells from outside. I put on my clothes which were a sundress, sandals with a white pair of bikini panties and no bra. My smaller breasts truly were sexier without a bra. See I had certain advantages with smaller firmer breasts. 

I was worried about my brother when I heard the gunfire continue getting closer. I went to the cabin door worried about what to do? Should I continue waiting or open the cabin door and go out to see what was going on myself? Then I remembered I am a toy and I am not paid to think if my Master said stay. I was to stay in the cabin room. I decided dressed to sit on the bed while I waited. 

I heard the report of gunshots getting nearer and nearer. I smelled the fresh smell of gun powder, the shuffling of feet, the yelling, and the chaos. I was scared and began to shake. I worried about my Master, my brother, John. I heard a shout of "Pirates!" Then people running and more gunshots until a scuffling was sounding right outside my cabin door. I heard a woman scream, then a gunshot with more yelling. My heart began to beat hard inside my chest, my eyes darted like a little trapped scared animal, the tears fell from my eyes more frequent now to where my vision was blurred yet I did not make a sound. I observed the shadow under my cabin door believing it was my Master returning for me. It wasn't and I knew when I heard the banging. 

I got up straightened my dress and opened the door without a fuss. Three men burst into the room with guns one had a machine gun with a long bowed curved magazine pointed towards me and the other two had pistols. One of the men pointed his pistol to my head and I felt the cold hard steel pressed firmly into my scull. I merely shut my eyes when one of the men said something in Spanish loud as if an order then the man lowered his weapon from my head. 

I slowly opened my eyes again. I could smell the men they were so close to me they smelled of sweat, salty ocean, and cheap rum. They each were unshaven, unkempt, with weathered dry bronzed skin. Two had dark hair, tattoos, scruffy five o'clock shadows with muscles, and waistlines to fit. The blond of the group had the same unkempt look however his tousled blonde hair, blue eyes, and stern dangerous look he appeared to be what my Master would look like as a pirate so naturally, I gravitated towards him. It wasn't as if he were any nicer than the first two it was just his looks that I gravitated towards. 

It was the blonde man who said, "Come we go to see Rodrigo." 

I was silent and walked out in between the three. First was the blonde Pirate then I walked behind him and the two other pirates took up the rear. I was shocked at the size of a schooner ship with black sails and a definite Pirate skull flag flying. I was in awe because I thought it was only possible in some movie but not here, not modern times. I had no idea that pirates truly existed and yet here they were. I never heard of modern time's pirates. 

I guess it made sense because there were food supplies, plenty of cash, loot with all the jewelry aboard with the passengers and several other items like laptops, cellular devices, and property they could get rid of once they made shore. I didn't truly realize why until the Captain Rodrigo spoke of us being in international waters. He explained that he could only be hunted down and killed because of his crimes. 

He looked at the young women which I was one in the group that were gathered to the side. He laughed as he walked to the very first lady placing his hand under her chin smiling getting close to her. He then suddenly kissed her deeply on the mouth and lingered upon her. When he broke the kiss she spit in his face directly. In an instant he pulled a pistol I believe a forty five caliber pistol because it was loud and he blew her brains out in front of everybody watching. Several of the pirates laughed while us ladies cringed, screamed, and cried. 

Rodrigo the obvious Captain of the pirate ship wiped his face then said, "I am not like in any movie you may have seen. I am not a character that will be undermined at any cost. The punishment for disobedience to me is death plain and simple. Do you understand?" 

He pointed the barrel at the next girls head then asked, "Do you understand?" 

We all said, "Yes sir." 

He turned then said, "Good you will get on the ship now and do not try to escape." 

I watched the man who was barrel chested yet had muscled up arms and a smaller waist line he looked huge. I knew he had command of his men because they feared and respected him. He had salt and pepper black hair cut short. He had a three day old beard growth like five o'clock shadow but only because it appears he had just not taken the time to shave. I felt like normally he would be a well shaven kept man even though he was a pirate. 

I wondered about my Master. I saw out on another deck several pirates shooting men or dragging them to the side of the ship. The pirates tossed the men overboard as they shot them execution style like the Captain Rodrigo had done to the young lady. I almost started to cry but that was one of the Captain's orders do not cry or believe that you were in control. You would be shot on sight for less. He then explained it was our own cooperation that would allow us to live or die. 

I remember walking across the wooden plank which was about six foot wide and thirty foot long between the two ships which was by no means sturdy. I looked to the side seeing the bloody waters with the shark's fins circling where so many people were dead and thrown into the frenzied sharks. I wondered about the young people, the older people the pirates were truly horrible animals without hearts. My thoughts went back to my Master I wondered was he still alive or hiding somewhere. I knew my love would rescue me or I hoped I would be rescued. 

The horrible smell when I was on the deck of the pirate ship as other pirates laughed, pushed, and shoved us, with rum on their breath. The stench of alcohol, sweat, and rancid flesh were in the air. The deeper we were rudely escorted forth into the center of the ships belly; down two flights of steps the smell of discord was becoming greater and greater actually wrenching my stomach to gagging. 

I overheard the big blonde pirate report to Rodrigo asking him, "What of the other two boats which left the cruise ship? Shall we go find them and sink them into the depths?" 

Rodrigo looked at him considering it then he said, "No, as far out as they are, they will never survive to get back to shore there's not one with any sea legs about them. I think we need to get out of this area quickly leave this ship in case the coast guard did receive the S.O.S." 

The Blonde pirate who I overheard Captain Rodrigo call Marquez looked over his shoulder to the other's stating, "Well men, you heard the Captain! Let's make haste put some distance between us and this heap pulls the anchors, drop the sails, and prepare to fire on that ship. Let's sink that bitch! Let's go men!" 

The Captain Rodrigo smiled then said, "Number one, Marquez." 

He turned looking at the Captain then said, "Aye Captain?" 

He smiled then said, "Bring me one of these fine clean wenches to my cabin. I am itching for some pleasure. Oh and separate them like you know we do." 

I watched as Marquez smiled then said, "Aye Captain and the men?" 

The Captain was silent for a bit then said, "Let them wait a day or two. I do not want to have to sell damaged goods to the meat market. They got pretty angry last time." 

When I overheard this instantly I shuttered knowing he was talking about us women. Now I became frightened because I knew we would be used eventually. I was a tiny little doll. My mind raced back worried about my brother. Had he made it to one of the two boats who escaped? I had all ideas my brother was still alive. I prayed that he was. 

I felt my self being pulled by Marquez and he said, "You will be a fine one for the Captains choice." 

I looked shocked at him as I sensed a smile in his eyes and realized it was because secretly he desired me. I almost fainted but kept my wits following him as he dragged me by my hand. I had no desire or need to be sexual at this moment with the shock that just occurred. 

I was in the Captain's chambers when he walked in smiled at me then said, "Get naked and get up on my bed, do it now." 

I went stiff like a human mannequin doll my legs, arms, my eyes open wide, mouth pursed, and stiff. I felt Rodrigo walk over to me then he observed me for a minute. What did I tell you to do wench? Do as you are told or you will die simple as that?" 

I couldn't move and tears were falling down my face I waited for the boom of his gun but none came the Captain just looked at me puzzled because I made no sound, yet tears were falling from my eyes. My eyes were open, glassy; my little sexy mouth puckered and pursed all limbs stiff. 

I watched as he yelled, "Marquez, number one, get this thing out of my room now and bring me another one. Shoot this one and throw her ass to the deep." 

Marquez looked at me with compassion then he said, "Aye Captain, what happened to her? Why is she so stiff?" 

The Captain Rodrigo said, "I have no clue. One minute she was walking and talking as good as me. The next minute I asked her to get naked and she turned like this." 

I felt Marquez struggling to get me and my stiff limbs out of the Captains quarters he yelled at another man to bring Rodrigo a replacement girl. He said, "Manuel, hurry gets Rodrigo another girl. I have to get rid of this one." 

He took me out near the lee side of the ship setting me down on the deck as the ship tossed to and fro. My tears never stopped falling because I was doll-like. I knew any second I would be killed by this man and tossed overboard yet I still could not move. I watched Marquez after he sat me down then said, "You know I have to obey the Captain's orders right or risk being killed as well." 

I stayed stiff not even blinking even though my eyes continued to shed tears. I felt the stinging mists of the ocean salty spray in my eyes. Marquez just sat across from me looking at me. He was pondering and thinking he mashed me, felt the softness of my skin, and looked into my eyes closely. He leaned in closely to my neck then kissed. He sweetly smelled around my ears and neck brushing my hair back with his hand at first gently. He then pulled my hair and kissed my pursed lips passionately. I blinked my eyes once, then twice, kissing him full on the mouth moaning with skill and desire. I turned into a living sex doll instantly I blurted out, "Please don't kill me. I can explain. I am cursed. I want you. I will serve you Master." 

The end



The Surrogate Ch. 04



4: Dad & Daughter in Dallas

When I awoke the next day, Daddy was already in the shower. I poured myself a cup of coffee and made a call to the front desk. I needed to get my hair done before the evening's festivities. 

Daddy opened the door and came out of the bathroom dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants. Even in casual attire he had a commanding presence.

"Morning, Baby-girl," he smiled and embraced my nude body. I kissed his cheek, terrified my morning breath would be offensive. I said, "Good morning Daddy. Are you leaving, already?"

"Have to Baby-girl. I have an important meeting this morning, another at noon and a seminar I need to attend after lunch. I hope you'll be alright on your own, today."

"I have a busy day planned too, Daddy." I reported. "I have a hair appointment this morning and I need a new dress for tonight. I asked the front desk to recommend a shop, which they did. I want to look good for you tonight since it will probably be our last."

Daddy's hands were on my bare butt and he pulled me closer into a tighter embrace. He kissed me fully on the mouth despite my morning breath. My breasts crushed against his firm chest. I could feel Daddy's erection as he held me close. 

"When is your first meeting?" Daddy looked at his watch and said, "Twenty minutes, why?"

"That ought to be enough time," I said with a wide grin and dropped to my knees.

I unzipped his trousers and dug out his engorged cock. I kissed his dick on the head. "Ahhhh," he moaned in elation.

I licked the underside of his length and said "I really should name your cock, Daddy." I lightly sucked little hickeys on the side of it and it tried to jump out of my hand. "I'll call you ED, short for Enormous Dick." Daddy sniggered as I looked up at him and grinned. 

"What do you think of your new name ED?" I asked his dick before sucking on its head. "By your drool, I think you like it very much." I tongued his pee-hole. "Won't you cum for me, ED? Don't you want to fill my mouth with your jizz, ED?"

I began sucking as much of Daddy's nine-inch span into my mouth as I could and jacked the remainder for all I was worth. I knew he was getting close to orgasm. Daddy grabbed my hair at the back of my head and twisted my head under his dick. 

He jacked- off. His fist was flying furiously stroking his dick. I opened mouth to catch the ropes of spunk shooting from his dick. Daddy got more white goo on my face and tits than he did in my mouth. I cleaned the cum dripping from his dick with my tongue before sucking on the head like a straw.

He helped me up to my feet and then put his dick into his pants. He said, "Thanks, Baby, I got to go." He kissed my ear and exited out the door. I walked into the bathroom and smiled at my cum-covered reflection. Happy with myself, Daddy's girl knows how begin Daddy's day.

After showering I went to the hotel beauty parlor in the lobby. I wore a simple skirt and blouse with practical shoes. The salon was for the exclusive use of hotel guests and was full of trophy wives getting their hair done for the night's banquet. I found an empty seat next to a beautiful blond to wait my turn.

She introduced herself as Electra Reynolds. She had a perfect 36-24-26 figure. I guessed her age to be in the mid-thirties. I said my name is "Sadie Wilson."

"Wilson? I don't believe I know a Wilson in this industry and I know all the movers and shakers in this business. What company does your husband work for?" she asked, hinting that she thought I was just another trophy wife.

"I'm not here with my husband I'm here with my father, Allen Hardwick." 

"Oh, Allen, a very virile man," she raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Is your mother here, too? How is she I heard she wasn't well."

"Mother is better, but still too ill to travel, so I came in her place."

She looked at me with penetrating blue eyes that twinkled with mischief. "So you're having a daddy-daughter weekend, so to speak?"

"So to speak," I affirmed with a wicked little grin. 

"Good for you dear," she patted my thigh, "a daddy-daughter weekend can be quite gratifying." 

A hair-stylist called her name and I watched the wiggle of her butt as she walked away in tight slacks. Momentarily mesmerized by the gentle roll of each cheek I was reminded of a similar sway of a girl I knew in college. A sudden urge rushed thru my belly.

Another hair dresser called for me. He complimented me on my auburn hair and made small talk as he worked his magic on my hair. I asked if he knew Electra and he gushed with the gossip concerning her, her husband, and a grown step-son. I was very pleased with the information he provide as well as what he did to my hair so I tipped him with one of Daddy's hundred dollar bills.

I walked out of the salon and into the lobby. I was headed to the exit when I heard my name called. It was Electra. "What are your plans now, dear?" she asked.

"I'm on my way to get a dress for tonight."

"Can I tag along? Maybe we could grab lunch while we are out," she inquired.

"That would be fantastic. Maybe you can help me find a dress that will make Daddy's head spin."

We made small talk during the cab ride to the dress shop. Electra was a familiar patron of the shop and requested a couple of specific saleswomen who escorted us back to a fitting room. 

Electra ordered me to strip and gave one saleswoman a verbal list of dresses by style, color and designer to fetch. She told the other to bring back an assortment of lingerie. Each said, "Yes Madame," before disappearing again behind the curtain.

She turned back to me. "I said strip, dear, that means panties and bra too."

She laughed as I obediently undid by bra and slide my panties off. "You have beautiful breasts, Sadie." She said as she gently squeezed my left breast in her right hand. My nipples harden and my puss dampened. She stroked my face in her other hand and drew me to her kissing me gently. My knees weakened.

I heard the curtain covering the door whiz open and close as one of the salesclerks returned. Electra didn't break our kiss until the other salesgirl had also returned. She sat on a leather bound couch and crossed her legs. She ordered the girls to dress me in an assortment of lingerie.

Finally, she commanded, "I think the green garter with the black floral stockings will suffice." 

The girls wrapped the garter around my waist and pulled up the stockings and hooked them to the garter straps. "I don't think we'll need panties for now."

Electra had me try on several different dresses of various lengths and styles. Some were black others were green. "I like how the green brings out your eyes darling but black is so sexy with your hair auburn hair color." 

She finally settled on a black chiffon halter dress that was ankle length. The front was open down to my navel. A single band of material connected the two halter straps across my boobs which created an A-line silhouette. There was a slit up the front from ankle to just above mid-thigh. 

The back was open as well and it plunged to my butt crack. In fact the top of my butt crack would be exposed. Another band of material went around the wait to connect it to the halter in front, creating an upside down A. 

I spun around and said, "I don't know Electra, this dress is quite risqué." 

"Of course it is, but you look ravenous. You said you wanted to make your Daddy's head spin. He'll have all kinds of things spinning when he sees you in this dress. You'll have to lose the garter belt, but those thigh-highs should stay-up. Just like Daddy's dick," she laughed.

I looked back into the mirror. She got up and walked over to me. "There's just one thing missing."

"Yeah, quite a bit of material," I expressed with amusement.

She stepped in front of me and unhooked the halter of the dress and pulled the chiffon material down to my waist exposing my breasts.

The cool air made my already energized nipples rigid. She snapped her fingers and a salesclerk handed her a pair of nipple clamps. The tweezer clamps were silver and connected to each other by a string of white pearls.

Electra kissed me opened mouth, her tongue wrestling with mine as she harassed by right breast. She broke the kiss and took my right nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it like a straw. I stood on my tip-toes. It felt like she was trying to suck my entire body into her mouth. 

She lifted her mouth off of my tit satisfied that the nipple could get no harder. She smiled at me and closed the tweezer opening on my nipple. I yelped as the tweezer closed securely to my nipple. 

Electra repented the process with my left tit. I squealed again when the second clamp closed on my other excited nipple. She re-hooked the halter of the dress and turned me so I could see my reflection. The string of pearls hung delightfully in the opening of the dress. Announcing to all that they could only be suspended from my nipples. 

I smiled at Electra. She knew how to make a woman fell desirable. She was right, Daddy would love the dress and string of pearls hanging from my nipples. The site would surely provoke a primeval pounding of my pussy from his lustful manhood.

In fact I had orgasm standing in front of the mirror just from the thought of Daddy's ministrations. I whimpered and my knees buckled. Electra caught me before I hit the floor and ordered the girls to help me out of the dress and onto the couch.

I sat down bare-bottomed. The nipple clamps firmly attached to my tits. The saleswomen left to ring-up my purchase and to return the rejected outfits. Electra and I were left alone.

"You have it bad, don't you baby?"

I nodded my head and began to weep. She embraced me and let me cry.

"I love Daddy so much. I want to please him so much. I love my husband but with Daddy's it different. You must think I'm such a deviant."

She smiled knowingly as she wiped the tears from my cheek with her thumb. "No Sadie, I don't think you're a deviant. I know when fathers and daughters get intimate a profound emotional bond can result from the physical bond."

"Mother asked me to be a surrogate until she was well enough to have sex again. She has almost recovered. I think tonight will be the last time I'll get to be with Daddy. I want it to be special. I want so much to please him."

She pushed me back until I was reclining on couch. "Baby, you are one of the most desirable creatures on the planet. I want to gobble you up myself."

I diddled my pussy as I watched her unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. I wasn't surprised to see she wore no bra. Her tits were perfect 36Cs. Her nipples were pierced and she twisted the nipple rings, hardening her nipples. She stood and undid her slacks and pushed them to the floor.

She stood before me in just a blue thong that matched her eyes. I hadn't been with a woman since I had been in college. I licked my lips in anticipation. Electra looked down at me and smiled. She climbed back down on the couch and kissed me. I began kneading her breast. I gently, twisted her nipple ring. She purred.

Electra kissed her way down my belly and lightly blew puffs of breath on my clit. My body squirmed beneath her in appreciation of the teasing. She darted her tongue into the folds of my gash and licked towards the cleft. I clutched the cushions of the couch as she darted her tongue across my clitoris. 

She reached up and tugged on the string of pearls causing the clamps to pinch down on my enflamed nipples. Then she gently bit my clit. I screamed long and loud as a tidal wave of pain and pleasure crashed down on me. 

The curtain whizzed open and a sales lady poked in her head to check on us. Electra sat up and smiled at the clerk. The curtain closed.

She lay back down on the couch and began fingering herself. I kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue, tasting my own nectar on her lips. 

I kissed her neck and each breast. I gave each nipple ring a good little twist to return the favor. She gasped as her body danced on the line of pain and pleasure. 

I kissed her belly and sucked on the jewel that was pierced into her naval. She lifted her hips allowing me to take her thong off. 

She had a pubescence of blond hair faintly covering her mound. Her scent was enchanting. 

I spread her labia with my fingers and lowered my flickering tongue. 

I lapped her pussy like a dog while working two fingers into her twat. She began whimpering. I jammed a finger up her butt. She began banging her fist on the sofa at the unexpected invasion. She hollered, "Myyy Pusssy, My PPPPussy." Her climax had been achieved.

After Electra and I finished our business at the dress shop we returned to the hotel. I paid for the dress, stockings and even the garter belt even though I wouldn't be wearing it tonight. Electra tipped the clerks to ensure their discretion. She said she had another project to work on before the banquet and promised to see me there. 

I decided to spend the rest of the afternoon working on my tan by the swimming pool. I wore a skimpy yellow bikini. The sun felt good on my belly, its warmth soothed the inner muscles of my abdomen. I had had so many orgasms in the past 24 hours that my lower belly was getting sore.

I was half-dozing when Daddy stopped by the pool. He wanted to check on me in between his noon meeting and the afternoon seminar. "I have two questions, did you find a dress and much will it cost me?"

I replied, "Yes I found a little number you might find interesting and it was worth every penny. How were your meetings?"

"Better than expected. I couldn't keep my mind on business for some reason," he commented as his ogled my voluptuous breasts. "Can you spare a few minutes, Baby-girl?"

"Sure, Daddy," I stretched out my hand, so he could help me up from the lounge chair. He pulled me up and quickly marched me toward the hotel still holding my hand. He was practically dragging me and I was almost running to keep up. My wedged sandals weren't made for speed they were made to make my ass look good.

"What has gotten into you, Daddy?" I asked as he slung me thru the hotel entrance. He walked a pace behind me so he could watch the cheeks of my ass jiggle in the bikini. He got a view of the yellow material infiltrating my butt-crack and my cheeks peeking out the underside.

"It's not what's gotten into me, it's that I want to get into you," he said a little too loudly in the hall.

"Shhussh, Daddy," I scolded.

He stopped before a closed door in the hall. "In here," he ordered as he opened the door. He flipped the light switch revealing a closet full of bar stools. They were stored there to be close to the poolside bar. 

He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me fully on the mouth. His tongue hungrily wrestled with mine. I could feel his erection straining against my pubic bone. It felt like a steel rod brushing against my nethers. He wanted me in the worst way. I moisten as a consequence.

I broke our kiss and grinned at Daddy. I reached behind my neck and untied the string that held the bikini top. Daddy yanked the second tie from around my back and pulled the top off my heaving breasts. He held the top between his fingers before letting it fall to the floor. 

He caressed by right breast while sucking on the nipple of the left. I sighed. Daddy untied the string on each side of my bikini bottoms and they too fell to the floor. He pushed me back on to a bar stool. As my bottom came to rest on the barstool I pulled up my knees until they were next to my boobs. The small space filled with the bouquet of my sex.

Daddy's nostrils flared with the primal knowledge I was ready for intercourse. He unzipped his khakis. I watched as he grabbed his big dick with one a hand and glided it along my slit. My pussy lips pouted proudly with yearning. His pre-cum mixed with my own juices. "I love you Baby," he said as he penetrated my cunt. "I love you too Daddy," I grunted. 

The back of my knees rested on his forearms as he stood between my spread legs. I clutched his shoulders to try and balance my butt on the stool as he piston his cock inside me with urgency. 

He was fucking me hard and deep. I could feel his tight balls slamming against my butt-hole. I held on for dear life. With a final thrust Daddy slammed completely into me and cummed. I held him tight as he emptied himself into me.

I patted Daddy's derriere with a grin and said, "Feel better now, Big Guy?"

He chuckled as he pulled out of me and placed his deflating dick back into his pants, "I've been thinking of you all day. I was so distracted I almost lost a big sale. I do feel better, thanks for asking." His teeth shone white in his smile.

He handed me back my bikini and helped me put it back on. I gave him a wet kiss before he turned off the light and opened the door. He patted my bottom and said he was late for the seminar. I sashayed down the hall knowing he was watching me. 

I felt sexy and womanly in the moment. I was pleased that Daddy's desire for me burned so hotly. I marveled at the forceful fucking he had given me to quench his lust.



The Surrogate Ch. 04



John's boat and the other boat were listing badly as the waves continued pounding the small craft. John's anger was fueling him to continue to paddle hard. He kept thinking about his toy being harmed or raped. He wanted revenge on the bastard pirates who dared shoot at him. John wasn't hit like two of his passenger's on the small boat. It appeared one of the fellows was dead already or barely hanging on to life. 

The salty taste of the water and wave after wave it seemed no land was in range forever. The other craft was worst and with even less men. John believed he only seen like four perhaps five men on that vessel and two teen boys. The rest were killed or butchered by the sharks as they fell or were thrown into the briny sea. 

John paddled hard remembering his Mary's sweet lips, her sparkling green eyes, the wisps of blonde hairs which sometimes fell perfectly out of place. John paddled determined to get back to shore. He was thinking quickly grabbing the flare pistol and two flares once he realized what was happening on the ship. The yell of pirates rang out and he thought that absurd when the gunmen began firing at him missing him by only inches. John was swift and managed to circle back. 

He would have gotten to his beloved Mary too except he was cut off by three pirates one a large blonde pirate who spoke in Spanish or Portuguese to the other two. He seemed in charge of that group. Even more pirates on the aft deck with more shooting they were gathering the women. John made sure of it before he set out for his own escape. He had to live to fight another day because if he was dead he would do no good for Mary. Even though flight was not in him, being a true Alpha Male but he thought now the balls in my court because all bets are off now. I will get my sister, my toy back at all cost. I love her and she is mine forever. 

John began reminiscing this running it over and over again when one of the other guys said, "Hey is that a helicopter?" 

John looked up then remembered the flare gun in the back pack he took from the closet from someone else's cabin. He grabbed it loaded the flare and fired an arc to the side of the helicopter almost hitting it. The helicopter never even swerved so John loaded the final flare. John's heart was beating fast and hard knowing the arc the angle he needed. He stood up in the boat on wobbly legs then fired with smooth accuracy to the front of the helicopter perfectly. 

The helicopter obviously looking for them swirled in a semicircle pattern until it was hovering above their vessel stating, "This is the United States Coast Guard we are here to rescue you. You are in safe hands now." John and the fourteen piled in his vessel were pretty bad off being out there for approximately twenty seven hours. Dehydrated, hungry, and some needing some serious medical attention, John sat still while the medic put an I.V. into his vein to give him some hydration and antibiotic. The rest of the men received similar treatment then John remembered to tell the medic about the other small boat with five or so people in it. 

The medic called the helicopter pilot and they swung a crisscross pattern until they found the tiny little boat with seven people inside of it. One was dead when they found it he bled to death from a gunshot wound to the back. The two teen boys barely survived needing serious medical attention one was suffering from low blood sugar so bad he had went into shock, unable to speak his own name. 

John and the rest of the saved told of the pirates. How the cruise ship was taken over. They were further out in international waters where the Coast Guard didn't patrol and that's why it happened. At first it was an unusual story but then the crew did find the burning ship when the distress call went out but when they scrambled they arrived still two hours response time from the beacon which was disengaged after forty five minutes but without a response from the crew or Captain of the cruise ship they responded to a burning vessel. They looked for survivors however, none were on the ship. 

I was in the cabin of my new Master, Marquez naked as the day I was born between his thighs, kneeling, and sucking his magnificent veined cock. I heard every sound from his voice as he declared me his wonderful toy. He could not believe how wonderful I made him feel as I continued bobbing, faster and faster, swirling my tongue as I moaned. I had no gag reflex as I swallowed and slurped while he tried to find my limits. I let him watch me as I slurped up the underside of his fat juicy cock to his balls licking and sucking them as well. I felt his ass lifting into my talented hot wet sexy mouth again and again he fucked my face. I knew it wouldn't take too long as I grabbed his shaft in my tiny little hand then began in earnest bobbing, faster and faster. 

My entire life depended on these next few moments because Marquez explained to me the facts that I either please him or I was fish bait. I know I sound like an un-loyal toy slut but I am letting you know right now, if my Master John, who is the real Master to me, were here, I would not be servicing this horrible killer of children. I remembered all the blood I seen in the water where the sharks ate up the young, the old, and the men. My one thought while it took me seven or eight minutes of great head for this fellow to pop off was getting back home at all cost. I needed to just survive. 

I was bobbing faster and faster as Marquez grabbed my hair pulling it hard like reins and fucking harder into my soft sweet mouth. Saliva and semen in long gooey strands fell off of my chin dangling down to my neck and breasts. What can I say a real blow job isn't nice and neat without some sloppiness? I actually love giving a great sloppy blow job. I cannot stand thinking I am some boring housewife blowing my husband once a month and believing I've done something. I want to be desired and lusted after. Having awesome great sex the entire time without hang-ups is truly a lasting memory especially in a man's mind. I needed Marquez to fall in love with me or if not me what I could for him. 

Marquez was gripping my head thrusting upwards more often and I felt the glands of his penis head swell very big so I knew he was losing his load in about the next minute or two so I began swallowing over and over again pushing past my gag reflex point and suddenly like I suspected his cock began shooting stream after delicious stream down my hot sweet throat. I continued sucking, licking, moaning, and slurping until I felt my Master release my tresses. 

I stopped then said, "See I hope having that every-day is worth keeping me alive for your pleasure sir." 

Marquez just chuckled then said, "Get naked on the bed. I need a lot more convincing than me shooting off into your sweet mouth darling. My Captain Rodrigo will kill us both if has any idea I failed to take his orders seriously. You should be dead right now lady." 

I was completely naked and climbed into his bed when he grabbed my ass flipping me over on my back roughly, forcefully, it turned me on instantly. He then seen my blonde tiny thin thatch of hair and smiled as my tiny little pink lips protruded sweetly. Marquez looked into my eyes smiling like and evil wicked man that he was. He then licked my entire slit finding my love button perfectly where my two labia meet at the very top of my sweet pussy. Oh the pure pleasure of this roughneck with beard stubble chaffing my inner thighs I knew Dorothy is no longer home but in the Land of Oz. 

I tried to defy my feelings and not enjoy it keeping my emotions out of it but my body betrayed me. I writhed in pleasure and lust like a whore or a drug addict needing his fix. Marquez giggled as his skilled tongue took me into new heights of pleasure. He would suck my clitoris while circling his tongue around and around, again and again with such delicate slipperiness. My body writhed as I grabbed his head pulling his hair thrashing my legs and screaming in pleasure as I felt the sweetness of my building orgasm. Suddenly and without warning he quit smiling up at me then he said, "Gosh lady you have the sweetest pussy in the world seriously. Do you want me to stop or would you like for me to continue?" 

I knew he was teasing so I said, "Marquez is it? Well Marquez, I suggest you finish because we will both be killed if I scream loud enough for your Captain Rodrigo to hear!" 

I got louder and louder as I spoke with each word. Marquez panicked and grabbed my mouth then said, "You crazy stupid bitch. I will just tell him you tried to escape and I fucked you first. He would listen to me over you wench." 

I smiled then opened my legs then said, "Not if I said you were planning a mutiny. So look at this sweet pink pussy. Are you sure you can resist it, honey?" I smiled dancing my fingers over the labia and purposefully sliding two of my fingers inside myself while he was watching intently. He began licking his lips as I diddle myself merely inches from his face so he could see. He could also hear the tender wetness as it sloshed back and forth with the thrusts getting more and more vigorous. I watched as his Adams apple bounced from him swallowing then he smiled huge. 

Marquez then said, "Fuck you're a sexy, crazy whore, you know that right? Damn right, I want to eat that pussy move out the way." I gasped as he tossed my hand away to the side and renewed devouring me with expert licking. 

I yelled out, "Oh fuck yeah, eat me, suck my pussy. Yes, yes, yes, and yes like that baby doll. Oh God, fuck yeah, baby do it. Lick it, yes like that." I watched as he swayed his head back and forth, side to side between my thighs. I felt his devil of a tongue swirling and tickling my love button with precision. I was almost there as my hips raised upwards then he sucked my entire clitoris and labia into his mouth nibbling gently then a little harder until the pleasure took over. The sweet crashing waves of the ripple effect were here but not small ripples either instead of mere rocks it was boulders. 

My eyes opened wide and for some reason I announced, "Oh fuck yeah, I am cummings. Oh my God yes, yes, yes, and yes." Squirt after squirt almost drowned my blonde headed pirate as he continued his onslaught giggling with my juices splashing him like a fountain. 

I watched as Marquez slid up from where he was to in between my open thighs and buried his cock into my sweet softness up the hilt in one solid swoop. I felt so frenzied and nerves were alive with rawness. I felt the perfection of this coupling as if it were meant to be with sweet sensations controlling my very core as I again heated up. I cannot say Marquez was ever better than my handsome lover no I cannot. I can say he was a good lover but lacked the skills truthfully that John possessed entirely. I felt a loving passion from my lover and a sense of being made love too. Marquez made this feel wrong like he liked a dirty little whore and I was a meaningless piece of meat. 

The orgasm with my lover was much more intense and felt much deeper with love, emotion, and sensitivity which are important to a woman. I felt like if I didn't please Marquez, I was doomed, dead, fish bait. While he was fucking me I was thinking about my lover John and wondered if he was safe. I needed him to be safe. I almost felt like crying while being hammered by this man whose body smelled like sweat, sea salt, and three day old liquor excreting from his pores. I wrapped my legs around his hips while he rammed me. I was a million miles away thinking of my real Master how much he loved me. 

I used my pelvis to thrust into the pirate fucking me thoroughly and tried to imagine it being my lover. I relaxed thinking of John wishing it were him I was with. I never wanted to give in to this animal. I could actually hear his breathing rasping in his chest. I knew he was not in as great a shape as he appeared to be in. I knew that if I had to run in order to get away from him I could no problem. 

I felt the rhythm as he continued fucking me. I felt my body giving in again I cursed my sexual being but I so wanted to orgasm again. I then tried to relax and give into the feeling as the metronome continued like a piston over and over again. I was hanging onto his neck thrusting my hips upwards to meet his pummeling thrusts when I felt my body surrender to the pleasure and the sweet release. I gripped his shoulders and rode out the wave writhing and squirting with pure pleasure. My lover began his own convulsions unable to hold out from the sweet tightness and gripping of my pussy milking his cock. He surrendered to me his seed as I felt satisfied and full. 

It was then that he put me in his bunk then advised me to go to sleep and not disturb anything. He shackled my leg with a huge metal shackle to the bed or so I believed but looking further the chain ran to a big lead ball as if a bowling ball. I was worried because he had already left me there what if the ship started to sink I would drown with this heavy ball on my leg. I so wanted to explain that to the idiot because he could kill me if the ship went down by drowning. 

I waited for what seemed an eternity then I heard his door open and he brought me two red apples, a bowl of some stew which was hard to the palate, and a hunk of bread which wasn't too fresh either. I ate one apple then held onto the other for later. I tried to eat the stew until I saw it had roach or spider legs mixed up in it. I just couldn't stomach the idea of eating any more of it. Marquez watched me as I bit the tough bread and chewed before it even broke up into smaller pieces. The bread was salty and very dry like thick four day old pizza crust. I ate it and was thankful because I had no idea when if ever I would be rescued. 

I then told Marquez about getting the big lead ball off my leg because the ship would go down if something happened and he said, "Really love, do you think I am that dense. I would get the key and unshackle your leg." 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt his indifference and I said, "I matter you know. What if something bad happens like another pirate ship or we run aground because of a storm? Marquez you are the Captain's number one so you won't be able to let me out of this. Besides think about it where am I going in the middle of the ocean? I do not want anyone touching me but you. I mean you are the one who found out my trigger of pulling my hair and kissing me. Why would I want any other man here to touch me?" 

Marquez sat there and I realized that he wasn't that bright intelligence wise. He looked at me then said, "You promise me you will not escape." 

I gasped then said, "Where would I go? Marquez think about it baby." I lowered my voice even though I was exasperated with his lack of understanding. 

Marquez looked me in the eye then at the leg iron shackle. "Okay, I will get it off your leg I wouldn't want you drowning." He got the key from behind the picture of a parrot with a wooden leg which said, "Aye Captain!" on it. 

I felt like I could relax a little with Marquez letting me loose. He left out again to handle, I guess, his duties as first mate. He left me untied and like I promised I never left his room or plundered his things. I stayed asleep and when I got hungry again I ate the other apple with the rest of the old bread piece. I had a strong feeling that this ship would be under siege really soon because my brother was I definite candidate to bring the heat in order to get me back. 

It was seven o'clock in the afternoon of the second day. John had returned home. He got the butler, Douglas and his Limo driver, Max, who was a handsome young delicious looking man, to accompany him with a tactical team which he hired to take over the pirate ship. It was very hard to tell where they would be but then again the rescue team was privately paid by my brother and was of various military backgrounds. They were mercenaries prepared to kill anyone to get in their way. 

The U.S. Coast Guard had given the last known location of the vessel on radar prior to a hurricane warning. It seemed that the pirate ship was headed towards the eastern coast of Panama or in the straits there somewhere close. The pirates cove where several Caribbean pirates of old came to sail. The weather would hinder the mission according to the coast guard but my brother and his small band of armed mercenaries believed it to be a blessing with better cover for them, especially at night. 

Four and a half hours later the team would launch from an undisclosed coastal town from Costa Rica named Puerto Limon in a military type vessel with small speed boats attached to it for the quick quiet assault on the much larger vessel of the Pirate ship. The Pirate ship was approximately seventy miles south somewhere in the area of the Boca Del Toro Islands off the coast of Panama. It would be a night time assault with the pending rough weather and possibly choppy waters. The team was ready with the assault rifles, handguns, and grenades. They would be swift, silent, and efficient. 

It was two o'clock in the morning when I heard the first noise of what sounded like gunfire just outside my room door. I thought I was imagining things when I heard a loud horn blowing for alarm but then it went quiet again. Chaos broke out with rapid gunfire and explosions. I remember that Marquez had left me to go out to see to his duties. I heard several men shouting and more shots being fired. I heard several voices with my mind racing. I was nude still lying in the bed from where Marquez made love to me again before leaving me basking in the afterglow of sex. 

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open I recognized Max instantly as he said, "Mary come you're free now let's go! Your brother awaits you." 

I smiled, jumped into his arms not thinking I was naked and he looked me over really good then said, "Mary, clothes, you need your clothes hurry." 

I remember running over to where my dress was laid earlier, threw it over my head and the panties I had from two days ago. I put them on, running behind Max. I felt an incredible urge to run blindly to find my brother but the assault rifle in Max's hand was real. Max entered the hallway he let off a three round burst. I heard a man scream then a thump. He looked at me then said, "Stay with me at all cost and do not look at the dead bodies okay!" 

I merely shook my head in a nonverbal response as I lit out right on his heels. Max was quick, agile with cat like reflexes as he traversed the stairs two at a time jumping over the dead he had left in his wake. I actually saw the other ladies running before me in a single file line behind another man. Immediately to my left I observed a shadow in the hallway and knew instantly who it was, Marquez. I watched as the hallway went pitch black as his mere size hid all the light as it were. I watched Max being undeterred lower the barrel of the assault rifle and let loose with two three round bursts at the figure. 

I truly had mixed emotions as I watched the figure fall to one knee and cry out my name as if a little boy somehow needing me. He needed my comfort as he realized he was dying. I felt uneasiness about seeing him die but I hated that he raped me as well. Looking back on it I am glad Max killed him. I just was worried about my brother John wondering where he was. Then suddenly John came out of the side of the ship where the other women were obviously kept. John brought them along behind him. My heart leapt in my chest when I saw him. I was about to run and hug him but the circumstances in our situation was get out of there as soon as possible. 

We managed to climb onto the two awaiting smaller speed boats yet my brother and I remained separated as the storm was upon us. I looked up towards the blackness and the ghostly black masts just as a lightning bolt streaked across the sky illuminating a pirate named one, Captain Rodrigo as he raised his fist into the sky. He cursed our survival to depths of hell wanting the ocean to swallow us whole. I heard his rantings over all the thunder and roaring of the surf. 




The Surrogate Ch. 04



Like a screaming banshee the wind did increase as the mists of the white waters around our tiny vessels began to toss us to and fro. A final look back towards the pirate ship with the black sails and the skull flag the lightning lit up the night sky again. Rodrigo the Captain appeared to me as the Devil as he cursed us and raised a silver sabre sword to the sky promising his sweet revenge. I felt a definite crawling of flesh as I will never forget seeing the wicked and vile man Rodrigo as the lightning illuminated him in the distance while he spat his anger. 

My brother and I were reunited once again. I was able to kiss his sweet lips over and over again, as he began moaning in my mouth. I watched Max look at one of the other young ladies and it was so cute to see them begin flirting with one another. I felt a slight tinge of jealousy because I too felt I owed Max my life. I never truly looked at him as anything other than a driver of my brother's Limo. I had no idea his extensive training in martial arts, weapons, and a police background with a chauffer's degree as well. I felt a stirring in me and a desire to yield to see if my curious nature or woman's intuition was correct. I had for the first time wondered could Max truly be a good lover for me. 

The flirting gestures between Max and the other girl truly didn't pan out the minute she was reunited with her family she was gone. Max looked so dejected and I walked over to him hitting him on the shoulder with a tiny fist then said, "Hey killer I thank you a whole lot for taking such good care of me. You saved my life. I am forever indebted to you for that." 

I watched as Max, even though he was a man, was nervous and began rubbing the back of his own neck as if almost apologetic then he said, "Oh don't mention it. I got one hell of a beautiful show and I think that was payment in itself. I mean I won't tell the man of course what I found because it's between you and me." 

I smiled kissing his cheek and thanking him just as in the distance my brother rounded the corner. I had no idea if he had seen or not but as I walked past him he cleared his throat then asked, "What was that about Mary?" I noticed his eyes looking beyond me towards poor Max. 

I quickly explained, "I was merely thanking him for saving my life and killing the man who forced himself on me. Is that so bad John?" 

He half smiled then said, "I almost chose the side you were on but we had separate assignments Mary or it would have been me to have saved you. I just felt a pang of jealousy when I saw you kiss him." 

I felt certain anger looking into my brother's deep blue eyes then said, "Certainly you do wish that I thank the man for saving my life. I mean he risked his own life. I felt bad because he was spurned by one of the ladies who you saved. Yet the young lass flirted with him the entire trip until we arrived on land. It was then she remembered she had a husband who even failed to attempt to rescue her. I felt hurt for Max and consoled him okay and then thanked him." 

I then walked into the house gliding once more like a ghost upon mists then into the Master bathroom. I jumped into the shower and washed the raw sex from Marquez off of me but I still had the razor stubble burns between my thighs. I washed then dried my long golden hair and used oils with lotions, to soften my skin. It was then I remembered the request of my Master/ brother to remove all of my hair from my nether region and so it was done. I was smooth without any hair and prepared to be his sexy toy once more. Little did I know I would have the surprise of my life time? 

My Master summoned me to another bedroom down a narrow hallway where I believed the guests who stayed at our home slept. I glided in seeing my brother washed with his robe on looking stern and royal as usual. I was puzzled but approached with caution when he turned smiling at me with a certain question behind his eyes. He never spoke at least not at the first. I felt eeriness about his actions. 

It was an intense ten or more minutes of silence which was maddening to me but I spoke not for fear of doing so out of turn. So I stood as it was silent as if a mannequin doll. When my brother spoke, he circled around behind me before explaining anything to me. I merely listened to his every utterance as if I heard a lie. It began, "I do not wish to ever feel as if I am the only man to have the ability to turn your head my sweet dear sister. However, I wish to presume nothing for my toy. I wanted to ask her if she would be willing to try an adventure or journey if you will into a new sexual state of being. I wish not to offend my toy or cause her to feel uncomfortable in any way." 

I felt uneasy then as he circled around facing me he whispered to my left ear sexily, "Can I have you my toy tonight for a sexual adventure with a friend to join?" I froze turning mannequin like right before his eyes when he pulled my hair kissing my mouth so sexily with want that I moaned loudly. 

I looked at my Master then said, "I will allow this, if only it be my Master's wish and if it pleases him only. Please do not do this thing for me because I am your toy. I belong to no one else. I will not play with anyone unless my dearest Master it is your desire and pleasure." 

I began rubbing my Master's crotch when he yelled, "Enter friend!" I was kissing my Master when the door opened and it was Max who entered then smiling as he kissed my shoulder with a gentle sweet kiss. My sensations were doubled as his two hands touched my tender soft skin along with my Master's as they allowed my robe to fall to the floor. My brother chuckled as he heard my exhale at seeing of Max naked. He knew I would be well pleased. 

I felt the heat building as Max lovingly kissed my shoulder upwards to my neck then my sweet earlobe and he whispered, "So sexy." I felt like a goddess with my brother sucking tenderly on my sensitive nipples at the very instant Max said the words. I love the sexiness of vital touch and caress it was so surreal to have four pairs of hands, two mouths, and two beautiful cocks to satisfy. 

I tried to please Max as I knelt down before him. I began lightly kissing and sucking his lower stomach. John stood beside him as well knowing how fantastic his toy was with oral pleasure and wanting the very same. I sucked, kissed, and licked, both men's lower stomachs gently, lovingly, and with purpose. I then sucked in Max's cock head with my sexy hot mouth as I heard him gasp with pleasure and grab my hair gently tugging guiding more of his monster cock into my hot wet sexy mouth. I so wanted to please the man who saved my life and began sucking his cock with deliberate purpose. I began bobbing, faster and faster, slurping his veined monster again and again. I felt him trying not to lose his cum as he pushed my head back breathing hard. 

I switched to my brother sucking his cock into my hot wet mouth swirling my tongue around and around the head of his cock. I began moaning loudly because I was feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second with two beautiful cocks to suck. I felt Max's tongue lapping at my hot wet sweet pussy at the very same time I was sucking John's massive cock. I was moaning from the pleasure of Max's expert tongue as it danced between my labia finding the little love button then concentrating with each devilish pull and lick. 

I was bobbing, sucking, swirling, and moaning on my Brother's cock as I felt the two fingers enter my sweet soft pinkness as Max gently inserted them inside me. Oh my, the feelings of pleasure overwhelmed me it was wilder than a rollercoaster on ice rails. Shards of pleasure crested through my every nerve ending as I felt the heat form my nether region traveling with swiftness to my brain causing me to be and feel dizzy. 

I felt my brother giving my mouth a good fucking and understood that he was on the verge of his ejaculation. I then sucked faster and faster, bobbing my blonde locks again and again when I heard John yell. I felt John's glands swell inside my hot wet little sexy mouth before a deluge of semen fed my hunger and lust. The toy was well adept at finishing the load licking, sucking, and swallowing as I heard my brother's breathing return to normal. 

In the back of my mind I was feeling the distant pleasure of my own building with heat, constancy, and definite destiny of an expectant orgasm. My other lover Max was fucking my sweet pussy bending his two finger with each thrust into and up inside my g-spot while sucking my clitoris. I was feeling the impending flood as my lover now had my screaming voice sounding as if I were a wounded hound embarrassing as I yelled. Then the orgasm gripped me with force and my pussy began squirting into and onto Max with a vengeance. John looked on and surprisingly did not appear to be jealous of my other lover. I was still stroking John's cock when I felt Max stop sucking my sweetness. Max pulled my hips upwards to a doggy style position. 

My brother then laughing said, "You need to lie down, let her get on top of you. I am going in her rear double penetration style." 

I raised my eyebrows because Max said, "Alright, fine but I want to switch and get some ass as well a little later." The two of them laughed as if I wasn't even there. 

I crawled over the top of my new found lover Max spreading my sweet little bald pussy lips to allow him to see my sweet softness envelop his bulbous head. Then gently I rocked my hips until his entire veined shaft disappeared inside of me as I rocked back and forth taking him into the hilt. Now I heard Max for the first time moan and close his eyes licking his lips softly as he felt how great it was to be inside my soft wet pinkness. Max was ensconced deeply when I began gyrating my hips and pelvis as if in a lurid dance using my inner muscles to squeeze his magnificent cock. I then began moving up to the very tip and down to the base again and again. 

Max and I had developed a rhythm when I felt my brother standing beside my head asking for me to suck his cock while I was riding Max. I opened my hot wet mouth accommodating my Master for five to ten strokes while still riding Max. I was then mounted from the rear by my dearest brother and realized he used my hot wet sexy mouth merely to make him rock hard in order to anally penetrate me with Max occupying my pussy. 

For about three to four minutes everything went to awkward confusion with the rhythm and the slow motion attempt for my brother to penetrate me. Max being wise just kissed me passionately right when I felt the second cock enter inside my anal cavity. I moaned with both pleasure and pain for a few seconds then the pain slowly began to be a dull persistent needle like rift up my spine. 

The three of us remained still for a few steady seconds when Max couldn't contain himself pushing inward filling me up and just as his massive cock was exiting my brother's cock penetrated with a full thrust of his own penetrating the depths of my asshole. I felt this same piston like engine moving in and out, again and again until my nerves became alive my voice as if it were not mine screamed with a pleasure full of lust. The two began a rhythmic destruction of my mind, body and soul as the pleasure zones amassed throughout my tiny little frame. Suddenly I began having wave after wave of heat, pleasure, a feeling of fullness, and joy coursing throughout my body. I could not contain it nor did I wish to as I began my orgasm with squirt after squirt as I yelled out in satisfaction and bliss. 

I overheard my brother's voice as if from a distant far away planet asking if I was okay? Did I enjoy being filled with two cocks and was it a great feeling? I mumbled that it was the absolute best as another orgasm racked my body with wave after wave of heat and pleasure. I heard Max yell out that he too was finished. Lastly my brother, fucked my ass hard until I felt his semen empty inside my ass and then he rolled off me to one side. I could do nothing but laugh and kiss Max full on the mouth with passion thanking him. I then kissed my brother as well thanking him for this amazing surprise from him. John just looked at me smiling then said, "After all it is the proper way to thank a man for saving your life doesn't you think?" 

I smiled then said, "You mean it's over I was hoping to feel that again. I mean a girl loves the attention like that, two lover's and sweet love making. My goodness I was floating like I have never floated before. I mean T-Rex could have walked into the room to eat me and I couldn't have moved that's how great an orgasm it was I just would have let him devour me." 

The three of us laughed after I said that and then Max said, "I am not quite through either and speaking of devouring I loved devouring you. You are by far the most delicious sweet pussy ever." 

My brother John chimed in then said, "See I told you. Hey let's get washed up, eat something, and then return to the Master bedroom. Mary you will have two cocks all night but just remember in the morning its back to normal got it?" 

Max shook his head in acknowledgement and I said, "Yes Master I understand." 

Max, John, and I managed to fuck like animals with the two of them tending to my every desire for a whole night worth of pleasure. I loved enjoying Max who was an excellent Surrogate himself. Wow, I could not believe the overwhelming pleasures of having orgasm after delicious orgasm while my Master participated taking me to new heights. The next morning Max went back to being the Limo driver and I was back to being the lady of the house. I am a loyal sweet toy always ready to bring him joy. 

The End



The Surrogate Ch. 05



I took a long hot bath when I got back to the room. The steaming water was soothing to my aching muscles. My lower abdomen was so sore from the multiple orgasms I had experienced in the past couple of day, I couldn't believe it.

As I lay in the reinvigorating perfumed waters I was careful not to get my auburn hair wet. I had paid good money to get it just right for the evening and I didn't want to ruin it. Tonight was going to be the last night Daddy and I would be in Dallas and maybe the last night we would ever be together. I wanted to make it a special night.

Mother had asked me to be a sex surrogate because her illness precluded any sexual activity. I thought that "taking care of Daddy" was a bit wicked but I didn't dream it would lead to such debauchery. What kind of deviant could derive so much pleasure from such decadent behavior? 

I had so many mixed emotions swirling inside me. My mother was better and soon would return to normal sexual activity. I was happy that her health had returned but a little sad that Daddy would no longer need me. The thought of never again enjoying the ministrations of his nine-inch dong left me feeling a bit empty. 

Deep down I knew my husband's puny penis would never again be able to satisfy my wanton requisite. I guess I still loved him but my love for Daddy had grown through the gratifying physical bonding that had occurred over the past few weeks. I wiped a tear that trickled down my cheek with a wash rag.

Before getting out of the tub I decided to shave off the little landing strip of pubic hair I kept above my vulva. "Daddy might like it bald." I said aloud. 

My labia were already swollen with eagerness and my clitoris was peeking from its hood as I thought of Daddy. I lightly caressed my vulva. My lips were moist with lust. I pressed my palm against my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I saw red and then white as an orgasmic wave washed over me. I splashed half the water in the bathtub onto the floor as I thrashed with exuberance.

After I got out of the tub and dried off. I wrapped myself in one of the hotel's terry-cloth robes. I was relaxed and sated. I caught my reflection in the mirror and screamed in horror, "OH NO!" I had gotten my hair wet during the throes of my passion. 

I was sobbing on the couch when Daddy returned to the suite from his afternoon seminar. "What's wrong, Baby-girl?" he asked.

"I've ruined everything." I bawled. He sat on the couch and tried to comfort me but I fought off his embrace. "You don't understand." I went into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed with tears streaming down my face. "Everything's ruined." 

Eventually Daddy went into the bath room to shower after concluding I was inconsolable. I heard him grousing about the mess I had left. A wet towel slapped against the wall in disgust. 

The bath room door opened when he was done, "What happen in the bath room? There's more water on the floor than there is in the lobby fountain."

I rolled my back to him. I heard him putting on his tuxedo. I could smell his cologne. It only made me feel worse. I blubbered, "I've ruined everything."

"Sadie? I don't know what's wrong. If I did, I would fix it."

My back was to him so he didn't see me grimace through my tears. He would fix it too. He was like that; a fixer, a manly man, a true Alpha Male. I had disappointed him.

He said, "I've have to go Baby-girl. I have to meet some folks for cocktails. Why don't you put on that new dress and join us?"

"Don't you understand...I can't...everything's ruined. I wanted everything to be perfect and it's not and it's my fault." I beat my fist into the mattress. 

He sighed, frustrated. He closed the door as he left. I grieved in the dark a tragic figure of my own making. My hair would have been flawless if I had just resisted the urges of my own lust. I felt negligently slutty and wallowed in my misery.

After a while, I heard the latch of the hotel door rattle. The door opened and the lights exploded on. I sat straight-up my eyes fighting to focus in the glare of the harsh overhead light. 

"Get up Bitch!" shouted Electra Reynolds pulling me out of the bed. 

"Electra what are you doing here?" I asked startled.

"We ran into your father during cocktails. When I asked him about you, he was quite baffled by your attitude. I told him I would see what I could do. He gave me his key card. Now let's get you dressed." 

"I can't Electra. I've ruined everything." I wailed.

She shook me by my shoulders and out of my hysteria. "Calm down. What's ruined?"

"My hair" I wailed twisting auburn strains of it between my fingers.

"We can fix that dear. Now quit bawling and let me help you." 

She turned to another young woman in her early twenties who had discreetly followed her into my room and instructed, "Danielle go to our room and get Mommy's beauty kit." The woman dressed in a sexy pink dress quickly sauntered out of the room. 

Electra took me by the hand a led me to the bathroom. "My goodness, what happened? Did someone bathe a walrus in here?" 

I explained how my predicament evolved while I was in the bathtub. She laughed. "You are definitely one of the horniest bimbos I know." 

She looked at my hair. "I can fix this, Precious. You're lucky you didn't do more damage when you were throwing your hissy."

Danielle returned with a couple of carry-alls. She smiled. "Don't worry Mommy will fix you up," she reassured me.

"I didn't know you had such a beautiful daughter, Electra." I said as I admired Danielle's lovely frame. She was small breasted and rather petite. She had long legs that were clad in black fishnet stockings, held up by a garter belt, no I surmised. Her dark eyes and dark hair accented the pink dress.

"I don't" replied Electra as she dug through one of the bags searching for various paraphernalia. "This is Danielle. She used to be Danny until we decided that my husband might appreciate her more as a girl than as his son. Isn't that right, Baby?"

"Yes mother," blushed Danielle.

Electra worked like a surgeon on my hair. Danielle assisted by passing combs, pins and hairspray when instructed. She explain how she had caught Danny prancing around his bedroom in her panties about year ago. Right then she knew what she had to do.

She had decided that maybe at some subconscious level Danny understood the only way his Alpha Male father would ever approve of him would be as a girl. She had gone to work to help transform Danny into Danielle. The process began with hormones that had shrunken an already small dick and helped grow boobs to a respectable B-cup.

"What do you think dear?" she asked.

I looked at Danielle and said, "She's beautiful."

"I know she is and later tonight Danielle and I are going to rock my husband's world. Isn't that right Baby?"

Danielle blushed again, "Yes, mother."

"I was talking about your hair not Danielle."

I looked in the mirror. "It's beautiful too."

Satisfied with my hair, Electra put her brush back in the bag and started applying my makeup. When she had finished she said, "Let's get you dressed."

We went into the bed room. I dropped my robe. Electra looked me up and down. "My, my, a bald beaver, won't Daddy just eat you up." She turned to Danielle, "help her on with her stockings Baby." 

She handed my black floral stockings to Danielle. I sat down bare-bottomed on the bed and hiked up a leg. Danielle slid a stocking up one of my legs and then the other. 

Electra handed her my black stiletto heels. She strapped them to my feet, her face just inches from my puss. Before she rose up off her knees she said to her Electra, "Gosh Mom she has such an enticing scent."

"Give her a taste, Sadie." 

I parted my legs and Danielle's tongue darted between my labia. "Owww, "I groaned in heighten arousal. Her tongue had been pierced and the round jewel tickled my twat. "That's enough Danielle, don't make her cum."

I was leaning back straight armed. Electra put my pearl ear-rings in for me. She held up the nipple clamps and said, "Ready for these, my sweet slut?" I looked at the silver twizzer clamps connected by a string of pearls and nodded.

She sat down on the bed on one side of me and Danielle on the other. Electra nodded and each of them took one of my tits in hand. They gently squeezed my breasts before lowering their heads to my nipples. Each lightly bit and sucked until my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. My pussy was drenched with desire.

On cue each opened the tweezer clamps and clipped them to my nipples simultaneously. I clutched the bedspread and howled in ecstasy. My pussy pulsated with passion. Electra gave a mischievous grin to Danielle. After giving me a moment to recover from my climax, they pulled me up from the bed. 

I stepped into my black chiffon dress. The back of the dress dipped down to my butt crack, in fact it showed. A slit ran from my ankles to mid-thigh. The front of the dress plummeted to my navel. My boobs were covered by a halter of the delicate material. 

A single band of material ran horizontal just above my exposed belly-button connected the halter straps and gave the dress an A-line silhouette. The string of pearls clipped to my nipples was clearly visible and everyone would know that they were hanging from my nipples.

Finally I was dressed. We checked each other out. Electra looked perfect in her blue evening dress with her 36-24-36 figure. Danielle looked dainty and feminine in a pink dress. Yes Mister Reynolds would be enjoying a night to remember I concluded. I paused in front of the full length mirror before leaving the suite and concluded Daddy would also be enjoying a night to remember.

The elevator door opened and we strutted into the lobby toward the crowded hotel bar. Through the crowd I spotted Daddy and beamed. I approached him with a swaggering sway of my hips. My stilettos clicked on the marble floor with purpose. Anyone who cared to notice would have recognized I had the walk of a bitch in heat and was looking to mate.

Daddy spotted me and dropped his cocktail. The glass shattered on the floor. He stood opened-mouthed, stunned by my appearance. A hush fell on the crowd and the only sound made was the snapping of my heels. "Sorry I'm late Daddy." I kissed his cheek. "How do I look?"

"You look ravishing. You have never looked more beautiful than you do tonight," he chocked. "I really love your string of pearls. I can't wait to see how you are keeping them up."

Electra and Danielle strolled over a handsome man in tow. "This is my husband, Jim," said Electra. He kissed my hand and said with a Texas draw, "Please to make your acquaintance." Daddy and Jim shook hands they had bumped into each other off and on for a years during the course of their careers. Someone suggested that we adjourn to the ballroom for supper. 

Daddy put his hand on my waist as we walked to the great room. He slowly slid his hand down my waist and onto my butt possessively, warning every other male in the room that my ass belonged to him. I smiled feeling wanted and protected at the same time.

Somehow Electra had arranged for Daddy and me to sit at her table. Supper was served. It was superb along with the good food there was good wine and good conversation. There were several speeches on the program and they began as soon as desert was served. The lights in the ballroom were dimmed and a spotlight focused on the speaker. Daddy would be the third and final speaker of the evening.

I felt bad about my adolescent behavior earlier and thought I might help Daddy relax before his speech. I scooted by chair closer to him and put an arm around his shoulders. He smiled at me and patted my knee. I absently ran my fingers up his neck and lightly through the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head. I began stroking it lightly.

Daddy sighed as I kissed him delicately on the lips. I unzipped his trousers the sound of his fly opening was almost masked by the speaker droning on about the latest business trend.

Electra winked at me when she discerned the source of the zip sound. Jim Reynolds smiled broadly when Danielle unzipped his trousers as well.

I boldly licked my palm for everyone at the table to see before I reached under the table into Daddy's lap and pulled out his horse cock. I slowly jerked up and down as he gripped the table with both hands. Across the table I could see that Danielle was giving her father the same attention while Electra whispered naughty suggestions into Jim's ear. His eyes were closed in sensual bliss. 

I whispered in Daddy's ear: "I love your big dick, Daddy. I can't wait to get it inside me." He growled in appreciation as I began to pick up speed. "Your cock is wonderful it makes my pussy tingle. I sopping wet, Daddy. I want you so much. Do you want to fuck me, Daddy? Do you want to fuck your Baby-girl?" I blew a hot breathe in his ear and he cummed.

He almost bit his lip clear through trying to stifle a moan as his jizz coated the underside of the table. I used the tablecloth to wipe his manhood off before returning it into his trousers. I had just done up his fly when he was introduced. I thought he looked very relaxed as he walked to the podium. 

Danielle lowered her face into her father's lap. I glanced around the room surprised that no one was really paying attention to the indiscreet happenings at our table. 

Meanwhile, Electra turned her attention to me and whispered in my ear."You are the ultimate Daddy's girl aren't you. You can't wait to fuck him can you?"

"You don't know how much I want to fuck him," I grinned at her. 

She kissed me full on the mouth when I turned my face to her. Her tongue wrestled momentarily with mine. She slipped a hand up the slit of my dress. Two of her fingers entered my gash. I drenched her hand with my ambrosia as she broke the seal of my puss. She broke our kiss and pretended to listen to Daddy's speech while she slowly worked her fingers back and forth teasing my cooch. 

She moved an arm around my shoulders and up to the back of my neck. She then moved her hand down between my breasts to the string of pearls dancing from my nipple clamps. She softly pulled upward on the string. The clamps bit into my nipples. I stuffed my napkin in my mouth to stifle my shrieks of ecstasy as I hit the zenith of pleasure.

Electra kissed me again as the crowd applauded Daddy's speech. She turned her attention back to Danielle who was wiping her father's cum from her chin with a napkin. Jim zipped his fly and smiled a contented smile at me. Electra hustled Danielle to the restroom to repair her make-up and no doubt to take advantage of her talented tongue. 

I leaned against the table panting and aching for manly attention. The lights in the ball room where adjusted to increase the illumination enough for people to stroll to and from the dance floor and still remain dim enough for romantic effect. The band began to play and people headed to the dance floor.

Daddy kissed me as he returned to his seat. "What did you think of my speech, Sadie?"

"I found it to be quite stimulating."

He laughed unsure of my implication. "Shall we dance?" he asked.

He followed me on to the dance floor so he could watch my ass wiggle. I knew he loved to watch my ass. I shimmied my hips to the rhythm of the beat of the music. I looked over my shoulder at Daddy and smiled, he was mesmerized by the oscillation of my sweet keister.

I spun on my heel and opened my arms to Daddy. He embraced me and we swayed to the music. He held me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I love you so much. You are so beautiful." "I looked up into his handsome face and said "I love you too."

I spotted Electra dancing with Jim and waved. We danced through several numbers and returned to our table. After a round of cocktails we returned to the dance floor. 

The band began to play a faster number and Danielle and Jim were on the dance floor. Jim stood rigid as Danielle palpitated her fanny against his crotch. He looked as if he might ignite like a rocket to the moon. I looked at Daddy and giggled and soon I was mimicking her moves as I ground my bottom into Daddy's loins. His lap lumber hardened. 

I was lost in the music and my lust. My ass was wiggling and my tits were jiggling. I performed a mating dance for Daddy that would have be more native to the Serengeti Plain than to a dance floor in Dallas. 

After a couple of fast numbers the band returned to playing slow songs. Jim, Electra and Danielle waved as they left the ballroom. Jim was manhandling Danielle towards the elevators with Electra a stride behind enjoying the spectacle of her husband mauling the girl who used to be his son. I smiled at the thought of the pleasure they would be enjoying the rest of the night.

"Are you ready to leave, Daddy?" I asked huskily.

"Oh baby and how," he said. I took his hand and led him through the crowd out the doors and toward the elevators. The elevators were crowded as party-goers returned to their rooms ready to quench their desires. The cramped elevators smelled of sex and booze. Daddy squeezed my buttocks as the heady aroma wafted into his nostrils. My own bouquet mingled with the others. I glanced down at Daddy's trousers, they were tented out from his erection. Between my teasing and the fragrance in the elevator he was ready to burst. 

The elevator doors lurched opened and I stepped out. My swinging hips led Daddy down the hall to our room. I took the key card opened the door and entered without turning on the lights. The room was fully illuminated in an amorous glow from the light of a full moon filtering through the balcony doors.

I heard the door close behind me. I peeled off my dress. I turned to Daddy naked expect for my stockings, stilettos and nipple clamps. He stopped dead in his tracks with an intake of breathe. 

I watched as he surveyed my form. He began at my feet, taking in the sharp outline of my stiletto heels. He followed the flow of my stocking covered legs to their source. He rested his gaze on my shaven pussy, noting the puffy pink lips glistening with fervor. 

His eyes continued up my tight belly to my heavy breasts. He lingered noticing the nipples were rigid and ravished from the clamps. The string of pearls that ran between the clamps danced through the valley of my cleavage with each hot breathe. The more I panted the more they bobbed. Finally he looked into my eyes as if he were trying to scrutinize my soul. I boldly returned his gaze.

I stepped towards him and kissed him. He embraced me as our tongues wrestled with lustful want. I broke the kiss and undid the bowtie of his tuxedo and threw it in a chair. He slipped one and then a second finger into my sopping snatch. A low moan escaped me. 

The cummerbund soon followed the tie onto the chair. Daddy massaged my breasts careful to avoid distrubing my nipple clamps. I undid his shirt a button at a time kissing his chest after each button loosened. I threw it on the chair as it came undone. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. I undid his breeches his cock lurched from its confines. I pulled his trousers off of him. He stood naked before me.

His cock was magnificent. It touched his belly-button and I could see it throb with yearning. I took it in my hand and led him to the king size bed. "Lay down," I instructed. 

The bed creaked as he climbed down on it. His ass muscles were taut and set. I joined him on the bed by crawling on my hands and knees on the mattress. I ran a finger-nail along his leg from the ankle to his thigh. His hard dick bobbed up and down slapping against his flat stomach leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. 

I straddled Daddy, bending his monster cock until it was pointing at the ceiling. He briefly caressed my stocking encased legs before squashing the globes of my naked ass. "Easy stud" I grimaced.




The Surrogate Ch. 05



I positioned his shaft at the entrance of my cunt and cried out as I sank down on it. Daddy whispered he loved me as his girth filled my pussy entirely. His hands rested on my hip-bones pulling my pelvic up and down on his hard tool.

My big boobs bobbed and the string of pearls danced in rhythm to my humping ass. I steadied myself with one hand on Daddy's chest and diddled my clit with the other. As my excitement increased so did my speed.

My sobs let Daddy know I was getting close to climax. He judged that I was near the apex of my excitement. He jammed a finger up my butt-hole and ripped the nipple clamps from my breasts. I saw white light as my eyes rolled back into my head. My plush poontang clasped down on Daddy's animated cock. I cried out in sweet release. Pleasure blurred my senses and stole my breath.

Limply I fell off Daddy's dick and lay gasping at his side. He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear as I caught my breath. "That was wonderful." I stuttered. I could feel Daddy's rock hard dong pressing against my hip demanding gratification. It pulsed hot and wet against my skin.

Daddy hovered above me as I spread my legs. I guided him into my quivering twat. I had an intake of breath at the welcome invasion. He growled as my wet downy flesh engulfed him. He wasted no time and began to pound my pussy with abandon. His pubic bone bummed my engorged clit, spasms of pleasure seared through my body. His puffed-up peter poked at my G-spot.

I raked my fingernails into Daddy's back digging them into the muscle, lost in primeval passion. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together. They rose and fell with the rhythm of his ass. 

He hammered my vagina relentlessly his full nut-sack smacked my winking ass-hole. Suddenly he sank himself into me to the hilt and jets of his spunk inundated my quim. My own orgasm followed his and it surged through me like a bolt of red hot light. He collapsed on top of me.

I patted his ass in appreciation as he struggle for breath. "I love you Daddy. You're an awesome lover."

"I love you too, Baby-girl," he panted. Daddy rolled off me breathing heavily and bathed in sweat. I cuddled next to him playfully running my fingers through his chest hair.

My body was gratified from multiple orgasms and my mind was satisfied that I had given Daddy a night to remember.

We drifted into sated sleep and erotic dreams. 



The Surrogate Ch. 06



The dawn was breaking when I awoke. Daddy was spooning with me. I couldn't believe it but he had an erection. Even after all the sex we had had last night he was able to maintain a chubby. I grinned.

I giggled again after I realized I had fallen asleep with my stilettos still on my feet. I scooted out from under his arm and slipped out of the bed trying not to wake him. I needed to move and stretch my muscles were starting to cramp after last night's sexual antics. 

I retrieved Daddy's shirt from chair next to the bed and slipped it on. Its thin material betrayed the scent of his cologne. I felt the faint stirrings of arousal between my thighs a primeval yearning to copulate with one's mate. I went out onto the balcony to watch the sun come up. 

We would be flying home today. My time with Daddy was coming to an end. My body was sated and sore but my mind swirled with mixed emotions. I was glad my mother was better and would be able to have sex again but sad that my Daddy wouldn't need me in that way anymore. I still loved my husband but his paltry pecker would never be able to sexually satisfy me after the routine ravishing of Daddy's behemoth. I feared I was destined to an existence of unrewarded carnal relations.

I had only been out on the balcony a few minutes when Daddy called from the bed, "Sadie, Sadie where are you?"

"On the balcony, Daddy. Go back to sleep its early."

I heard the bed creak and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking through the shadows of the suite. He had put on a white terry-clothed robe with the hotel's logo on the breast. He was just watching me. "Good Morning, Daddy." I greeted.

"You are so beautiful," he choked and took my picture with his cell phone.

"Daddy don't! My hair's a mess and I bet my make-up is smeared too." I replied turning to face him. He click the phone again.

He showed me the pictures. The first was of me standing with my back to the camera and looking over my shoulder at it. I was wearing stockings with a man's shirt on that didn't quite cover my butt. My derrière looked tight and curved just right thanks to my stilettos. 

In the second photo, I had turned to face the camera. The shirt I was wearing wasn't buttoned so my large 38D breasts peeked out from underneath the sides. The white material was so thin that my large dark areolas were plainly visible. The shirt hung open enough to show my bald beaver just above the black floral thigh high stockings. My puffy pussy lips parted enough at the cleft to reveal my clit sneaking from its hood.

He said, "You're very sexy Baby-girl. I love how you can pull off a concealing, yet revealing look." He put the phone down on the table.

His erection was poking through the hotel robe evidence of his excitement. I was happy that just looking at me could arouse him so much. He joined me on the balcony. I turned back around to enjoy the sunrise. 

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I was warmed by his body and his love. I leaned back against his chest and turned my head to meet his kiss. His hard dick rested against the crack of my ass. Neither of us cared that we hadn't brushed our teeth yet.

I sighed with disappointed as we broke the kiss.

"What's wrong Baby-girl?" he asked as his hand slipped through my shirt opening. He began to gently squeeze my right tit. I placed my hand on top of his and replied, "I'm just a little confused Daddy. I love that you can get a boner by just looking at but I'm sad that our time together is coming to an end."

He pulled me closer. His robe fell open and his cock slipped under the shirt I was wearing. It snaked into the crevasse of my butt.

"What are we going to do when we get home? You won't need me anymore......"

"Sadie I love you. I love you more than ever. I never felt closer to you......"

I laughed at his turn of phrase. "I'm sorry Daddy, but it's difficult to see how you could get any closer to me. You have a hand on one of my tits and your dick is in the crack of my bare ass."

He laughed too. "I know. I know. I love your body. It brings me so much pleasure."

"Is that all I am to you, some kind of cum-catcher?" I snapped.

"No Baby-girl," his voice revealed that I had hurt his feelings. "I hope I haven't done anything to make you feel that way."

"I'm sorry Daddy." I squeezed his hand so he would know it was okay to continue massaging my breast. He kissed my ear and complied with my unspoken request.

"I appreciate so much how you've been able to take care of my sexual needs without hurting your mother's feelings. I hope it hasn't jeopardized your marriage."

"My marriage is fine. I love Tyler very much. It's just I'm afraid he won't be able to satisfy me anymore. He's not as big as you." I replied before kissing him.

He kissed me back and then said, "I thought a man's size didn't matter to women."

"You know what women say that? Wives whose husbands have small dicks, that's who." I retorted.

Daddy laughed, his hard cock jostling in my butt crack. He slipped two fingers into my cunt breaking the seal. Last night's luvin' mixed with my newly arising passion and it coated his fingers with wetness. The scent of sex began to create a delightful morning bouquet. 

"I don't know what will happen when we get home. I guess we'll deal with it when we get there. I love you. I love you here and I will love you there. Can't we just enjoy the sunrise?"

I leaned back against his chest. He kissed my neck. The sound of his fingers made a wet sloshing sound as he frantically fingered my gash. With his palm he put pressure on my clit. He alternated between squeezing my boob and pinching my nibble. I surrendered my body to him.

He bent me over slightly and my boobs dangled over the balcony. I grabbed hold of the rail to steady myself. I got dizzy so I closed my eyes. The warm sunshine felt good on my semi-nude body. Daddy entered my pussy with a single thrust from behind. I gasped. I heard a hoot from somewhere not too far off. Someone was watching us. I grinned.

Daddy was working his dick into me like a jackhammer. I whimpered with each inward thrust. Suddenly he pulled out of my pussy. I wrinkled my forehead with disappointment. I felt the soppy head of his beefy boner against my butt-hole. My frown became a grimace as he began to work his cock up my ass.

"You're too big Daddy. You'll rip me apart." I complained. 

Unabated he continued working his dick into my ass. My sphincter pushed against Daddy's invading dick. "Relax Baby-girl. Trust me."

He pushed a little more of his monster cock into my butt as I held my breath. A tear rolled down my cheek. He pushed until his groin was resting against my ass. I could feel his pubic hair tickling the cleft of my heinie. He stopped and allowed me to catch my breath and adjust to his girth. 

I was panting like a dog. I twisted around as much as I could since I was impaled on his dick and kissed him as hard as I could. Daddy brushed away my tear and asked, "Okay honey?"

I just nodded and looked back at the city. I braced myself against the rail. Daddy began to slowly withdraw his manhood. When he was three-quarters of the way out, he slowly pushed it back in. He gripped my hips and began to pick-up speed. I diddled my clit, my passion built.

"Fuuuck myyy asss Dadddyy." I whimpered. 

My lustful words sent him over the top. He pushed in as far as he could. I yelped and imagined that I saw his pounding peter protruding from my belly from the inside out. He began coating my inners with his hot seed. He growled as his balls contracted and emptied.

His orgasm sent me over the top. I hollered as shades of purple color exploded through my brain. I gripped the rail so hard that I thought the metal might twist in my hands. I ejaculated, a stream of fluid sprayed and splattered onto the deck of the balcony. 

Daddy rested against my back and gasped for air. I was bent over the balcony at the waist trying to suck air back into my lungs. My heavy breasts felt like ripe fruit hanging from a tree. 

Daddy's dick soften and my anus expelled it. I heard whistles and applause. I looked around surprised at the number of people on various balconies watching us. I waved at them and their applause increased in volume and intensity.

"I guess we gave them quite a show." Daddy said shamefaced and embarrassed.

"I don't care if the entire world watched us. They should be so lucky to have what we have. I'd fuck you in the middle of Times Square if you wanted me too." I said.

He took me by the hand and led me back into the suite. We went straight to the shower and playfully washed each other. We enjoyed each other's bodies and each other's company. Daddy's hands roamed freely over my body adding their pleasure to the soothing steamy water. 

His dick harden as I washed it off. I dropped to my knees letting the water drench my hair and cascade down my breasts and back. I was just beginning to stuff Daddy's pouting pecker into mouth when there was a knock at the suite door. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick ignoring the intrusion but the knocking persisted. 

Daddy groaned and jumped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and yanked the door open. "What?" he shouted.

A young room service waiter wheeled in a cart of food. He snuck a look at me through the open bathroom door. I smiled at him as I slipped a terry-cloth robe over by nakedness. I hung my head down and my hair tumbled down between my knees. I wrapped a towel around it and lifted my head back up. I tucked the loose corners in and smiled again at the waiter. 

"If you're quite through ogling my daughter could you explain what this is about," hissed Daddy.

The waiter stuttered, "Uh, daughter? Oh, there's a note on the cart sir. Breakfast is served compliments of Electra Reynolds." 

Daddy looked for his wallet to tip the waiter. 

"I got this Daddy." I said as I took the waiter's hand and led him towards the door. With a wicked grin I opened my robe for him cocking my hip up in a seductive pose. He choked on his breath. "Have a great day Clyde," I smiled reading his name tag. "Thanks." 

"What the hell, Sadie?" scolded Daddy. 

I turned towards Daddy and re-opened my robe and gave him the same cocked hip pose. I smiled. "You don't think a gander at this is an adequate tip?"

He laughed, "I'm sure you made his day."

I sauntered over to the cart and read the card while I chewed on a piece of bacon. I'M SURE YOU WORKED UP AN APPETITE THIS MORNING. WE ENJOYED THE SHOW. KISSES, ELECTRA.

"Breakfast is from Electra. She says our show on the balcony was really hot. I wonder if her night was as gratifying as ours."

Daddy grunted as he poured our coffee. We sat down and ate. Daddy sat bare-chested with the towel wrapped around his waist. I left the robe open so Daddy could enjoy the view of my body while he ate. We said very little. We ate like miners more out of pedestrian prerequisite than for gourmet gratification.

We went ahead and packed after we finished eating. Daddy put on a pair of jeans. I ditched the robe and dried my hair. I put on a pair of black French-cut panties. I consigned the rest of my clothes back into my suitcases except for a pair of jeans, a top and my traveling heels. The sexy evening dress that Daddy had bought me to wear last night went into a hanging bag next to his tuxedo.

After packing we still had a couple of hours to kill before our private jet would wing us home. Daddy sat at the end of the bed shirtless. I caught him watching my breasts jiggling as I paraded by him on the way back from the bathroom.

Daddy reached out and grabbed me by the waist, slinging me down on the bed next to him. I giggled up at him as I lay on my back. He smiled down at me and then he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

"One more time?" Daddy plead with a whisper.

I nodded, raised my hips off the mattress and pulled my panties off. Daddy stood up. I handed my panties to him. He brought them up to his noise and sniffed them deeply. I unsnapped his jeans and his cock almost jumped out into my face. "Do you like my fragrance, Daddy"" I giggled.

He smiled and dropped to his knees. He pulled me towards him by my legs. When my puss was splayed just right he lower his face into me. His tongue drove deeply into my tunnel. I spread my legs wider. He moved a hand up to my breasts and began to squeeze a tit. He slid a finger into my soaked slit as he darted his tongue teasingly at my clit. I whined with pleasure and frantically rubbed my fingers through his salt and pepper hair.

Daddy knew I was getting close so he increased his pressure on my clit. His fingers machine-gunned in and out of my gash. I started growling and then Daddy thrust two wet fingers up my puckered ass. I screeched at the sudden violation. I cummed white lights flickered in my brain. I, drenched Daddy's face with my nectar.

I rubbed my cramping abdomen. I had had so many orgasms in such a short period that I was sore. I watched as Daddy peeled off his jeans. His cock jutted from his pelvic, long, hard and thick. It pulsed in anticipation and it bobbled up and down as he crawled on the bed.

I kissed Daddy deeply as I took his bobbing boner and guided it into my hungry hole. He arched his back and groaned as he sunk into me balls deep. I spread my legs wider to give him better access. He pumped his peter in and out of me like a man possessed. I clawed his ass and stuck my tongue in his ear.

"Fuck me hard Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

He responded to my encouragement my increasing his tempo. I could feel his dick grow and twitch. Daddy bellowed as he blew his load into my plush pussy. He drove his dick deep into my womb bottoming out at my cervix.

He kissed me and whispered, "I love you."

He slipped out of me and a stream of white goo trailed his softening dick. It continued down the crack of my ass and puddle on the bedspread. He lay on his side next to me spent and satisfied. We caressed each other in post-coitus bliss. I turned on my side and looked into his eyes.

"I love you Daddy, anytime you need me. You can have me."

He kissed me and smiled. 



The Surrogate Ch. 07



"I love your shaved pussy, Sadie," my husband Tyler said as he worked his tongue between the folds of my labia.

I lay on my back with my legs spread in our marital bed. My husband tried to do with his mouth what he couldn't do with his puny peter, give me an orgasm.

"Now flick your tongue on my clit," I said to Tyler. "Work your fingers fast in my puss....that....that's it."

I was close to cumming and I let him know. "I'm almost there baby....now take... a finger....and jam it up.... My ass..." I panted.

"OWWW!" I screamed. I pulled him out off my crotch by his hair. It was his turn to holler in pain. "Are you crazy?" I continued yelling. "Why would you jam a ....DRY FINGER UP MY ASS?" 

He looked at me dumbfounded in the ambient light flickering into our bedroom. "I'm sorry... I didn't think."

"You have two fingers covered in my passion and you choose to jam a dry one up my ass from your other hand. There's no pleasure in that. Do you like to hurt me?

"Of course not," he flicked his tongue at my pussy.

I pushed him from between my legs and rolled over onto my side, turning my back and outraged ass to him. "You Suck."

He rolled towards me his little 5 inch erection pressing against my butt-crack. He reached around and began to massage one of my big 38D titties. He pinched my nipple a little too hard, "Ouch. Tyler. Your hurt me again." I yelped.

Ignoring my discomfort he selfishly complained, "Come on Sadie, you got me all worked up."

"I don't suppose you'll quit pestering me until you get what you want." I sighed and then rolled over on my back. I spread my legs. Tyler mounted me shoving his pathetic pecker into my sopping unsatisfied cunt. He piston into me whining like a little kid. 

I lay on my back looking at the ceiling waiting for him to finish his business. I didn't have to wait long. He groaned and sputtered cum into my twat. He rolled out of me and was almost snoring before his head hit the pillow. I felt used and unsatisfied. "Was this how it was going to be from now on?" I whispered in the dark.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks before I rolled over into my own restless sleep.

The next morning I got the kids off to school and Tyler off to work. I went back to my bedroom and opened the drawer to my nightstand. I pulled out a 12 inch purple dildo. I could shove 8 inches in and have four inches left to hold on to when I manipulated it in and out of myself. It was a recent purchase. Mother had been cleared by her doctor for sexual activity a few weeks ago. She and Daddy had been going at it like rabbits ever since. In fact they had just returned from a cruise. "A second honeymoon," Mother had beamed. 

I lubed the hard purple plastic passion stick with KY from a tube in drawer and opened my robe. I lie back on my bed and wet my forefinger and thumb with my tongue before pulling on my nipple. I rolled it between my fingers. "Oh yeah," I breathed. As my nipples got hard my cunt got wet. I bowed my head and lifted my heavy tit up to mouth. I sucked my nipple hard and then teased it with my flickering tongue. I got wetter.

I lay my head back down on my pillow and slowly inserted about 8 inches of the dildo between my legs. I arched my back as the curved head made contact with my G-spot. "OOOhhhh," I moaned. I took a moment to adjust to the size of the toy. Then I began to work it in and out of my hot box. Pussy juice flowed down my ass. I began to diddle my clitoris as I picked up speed with the artificial prick. I sucked on two fingers.

I was working the dildo in me like it was drill bit. My pussy was on fire and my clit burned with passion. As I reached the edge of climax I took my fingers and jammed them into my ass. "DAADDYY," I screamed out in orgasmic pleasure.

The phone rang. I let it ring a few seconds as I caught my breath. "Hello."

"Sadie, what's wrong? Why are you out of breath?' quizzed my mother.

"Oh, hi, mom....I had to run to get the phone that's all."

She wanted to have lunch and tell me all about her cruise. I grudgingly agreed. I really didn't want to hear about the details of her second honeymoon. About how much Daddy had gratified her after such a long sexual dry spell. My imagination filled in all the specifics just like Daddy's magnificent 9 inch cock must have filled her. I was jealous.

I showered and dressed and met her at a downtown bistro. She was already there and she kissed each side of my face when I joined her at the table. I sat down and ordered a cocktail.

"You look radiant, mother," I said, "you're actually glowing."

She blushed, "Well your Daddy's twat tamer has a lot to do with that."

"Mother!" I scolded looking about to see if anyone overheard her crudeness. 

"Oh, Sadie. You know what he's packing. After all ...all men aren't created equal."

"Yeah, I know..." my eyes drifted and I looked at the water glass. "How was the cruise?"

Mother told me all about it during the course of our lunch animating different details. "We were dancing in the ballroom when one elderly gentlemen asked your father if could dance with his daughter." She laughed and hooted.

She was gorgeous just 48 years old. Recent plastic surgery had only added to her beauty. A facelift had subtracted ten years. And, a boob lift had successfully fought off the effects of gravity on her 38DD breasts. She was fit and tan. If it wasn't for the white streak of hair that dangled from her dark forelocks, her trade mark, we very easily could have passed for sisters.

"How are things with you dear?" she asked.

"Fine."

"That's it?"

"The kids are fine, Tyler is fine, and I'm fine." I snapped.

"Why so bitchy?" Mother replied a little taken aback.

"I'm frustrated...." I couldn't help myself once the words were out of my mouth, the tears followed.

Mother scooted her chair around the table and took me in her arms and held me as I cried. "There, there, Baby-girl."

I finished weeping. It actually made me feel better just to release some of the bent up aggravation. I dapped my eyes with my napkin. "Baby-girl? You never called me Baby-girl; Daddy calls me, Baby-girl."

"I know. He told me. He told me everything. He showed me the pictures of you on the balcony in Dallas," she smiled perversely.

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Remember I was the one that asked you to fuck your father. Did you think after all the time we've been married he would keep something from me. Something so wonderful. He told me all about your dress in Dallas and how you relaxed him before his speech," She laughed and then more seriously, "Do you know how much you mean to your Daddy? He misses you."

"He does?"

"Of course he does."

"I miss him so much, but he doesn't need me anymore. We agreed that once your health returned that I would no longer be a surrogate." I said.

"I know dear. I appreciate both you and your father honoring that agreement. However, things aren't a 100%. I have to be careful not get a yeast infection or a bladder infection. I'm afraid he's still going to need you," she said.

"I don't understand Mother."

"Not only was your father blessed with a copious cock but also with an over abundant appetite for sex. I don't think I'm going to be able to have sex with your father as much as he needs."

She leaned over and kissed me. Surprised I hesitated and then kissed her back. My tongue invaded her mouth and wrestled with hers. She broke our kiss and said, "I need you too, Baby-girl."

We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. I called my neighbor and arranged for her to watch the kids after school. I then called Tyler at work and told him to bring a pizza home for the supper because I was going to be late. He groused about it so I snapped at him, "Look fucker you had your good time last night, Mother and I are shopping, so now it's my turn to have a good time."

Mother laughed as I hung my cell phone. "He has no idea how good of time you're going to have." I smiled back at her. We got in our cars and drove to her house.

A couple of hours later Daddy opened the front door. "Helen? Helen, I'm home." He called out. "In the bedroom dear." Mother hollered out the open bedroom door. 

She smiled at me. We were perched in the middle of their king size bed kneeling side by side with our arms around each other's waist. We had on matching black garter belts and black fishnet stockings. We were way too excited and wet to wear panties. We decided that if we didn't need panties we didn't need bras either. The cool air made our already excited nipples that much harder. 

We fought to stifle our giggles as we hear his footsteps on the stairs. He pushed open the bedroom door. His mouth dropped in surprise at the sight of us.

Mother said, "I asked Sadie to join us for a little before supper delight." She then kissed me. Our tongues teasingly entwined. She broke the kiss and continued, "I hope you don't mind." She smiled at Daddy.

He looked first at mother, drinking in her full beauty. Then at me. He smiled, his eye twinkled in joy. "I don't mind at all." 

He ripped open his shirt as he walked into the room the buttons flew about the room. He kicked off his shoes and hopped on one leg and then the other as he pulled off his socks. We giggled. Daddy tore down his trousers and stepped out of his boxers. He rushed towards the bed his eager erection led the way.

I wrapped my arms around Daddy's neck and kissed him hungrily. Our tongues darting and dashing into each other's mouth. Daddy squeezed one breast as he bent his head and sucked the other's nipple. I arched my back and moaned. Mother rolled off the bed and dropped to her knees with a thud. Daddy and I looked down at her jointly amazed at her athletic ability. She took his handsome hard-on in one and hand and blew a hot breath along its shaft. It danced in her hand.

She offered me Daddy's dick and I got on my belly on the bed. Starting at the base of his dick we each licked up its length until we ended at the head. We then interlaced our tongues in a fiery kiss. Daddy leaned against the nightstand and knocked the lamb into the floor. He moaned as his dick danced between our faces. 

Mother tickled his testicles with her tongue. I bobbed my head on his meat like it was going out of style. Mother jerked her hand down his length. She felt it pulsate and saw it twitch she knew Daddy was going to cum. She quickly grabbed his dick out of my mouth and swallowed the whole nine inches. I gapped amazed that she was able to deep-throat that monster. Daddy bellowed like a bull and pushed her face against groin. I saw his pubs sway when she exhaled. 

He cummed more than she could swallow. He popped out of her mouth. She grabbed me by the back of my head and kissed me, sharing Daddy's goo with me. Our tongues tangled in a cummy embrace. I broke our kiss and cleaned his jiz off her tits with my twirling tongue.

"Allen feed Sadie your cock again, while I get her pussy ready for you," Mother ordered. 

I sat on the edge of the bed. Daddy stood next me. I bent my head and once again took his cock into my mouth. I snaked my tongue around the head of his dick cleaning the remnants of his earlier orgasm. I smiled amazed that Daddy hadn't softened a bit after his ejaculation. Meanwhile, Mother knelt between my legs and spread them. Expertly she worked her tongue into my splayed pussy.

In no time I was chattering in an indistinguishable tongue as Mother worked her oral magic. She had two fingers buried into me up to the knuckles. She lightly bit down on my clit. I spit out Daddy's dick and screamed, "OHHHHHH" as red and white colors exploded in my mind. My pussy clinched down on her fingers. Mother kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips. "My turn," she said.

She got up on the bed and rolled on her back. She spread her legs invitingly. I crawled up between her legs on my hands and knees. I ran my tongue up her thigh were it was exposed at the top of her stockings. I gently bit her dilated pussy lip before tunneling into it with my tongue. Her pussy was shaved clean and it was white against her tanned hips. The outline of her bikini clearly visible and sexy. Her scent was heavenly. I worked one finger and then another into her.

I felt Daddy positioning himself behind me. He kissed a cheek of my butt and patted the other one. I stopped my oral ministrations while Daddy worked his huge happy hambone into my hungry hole. "That's what I needed, "I panted. 

Mother stroked my hair patiently as she waited for me to continue. "I love what you do for your Daddy." She sighed. I waited for my pussy to accommodate Daddy. Once he was fully seated, he heaved breathlessly, "Your pussy feels so good, Baby-girl." 

I was glad he enjoyed the plush wetness of my love canal. He slowly began moving in and out of me. I adjusted to his rhythm and began licking Mother's pussy to the rocking motion. I licked from her asshole to her hooded clitoris. She pushed my face deeper into her folds with each pass. Daddy's bouncing balls played tag with my clit. I worked two fingers into Mother's twat as I tongued around her puckered asshole.

Daddy grabbed my hips and began pummeling my pussy with abandon. His dick was pleasurably poking into my G-spot. I felt the pressure rising deep within my innards. I was close to climax. He was too. It would be a race to see who cummed first. I felt his cock grow, twitch and shoot. He won the sprint as he bottomed out against my cervix bathing it with his cum. It sent me over the top and I growled into Mother's gaping gash as I orgasm in a dizzying purple haze. My cunt clutched Daddy's cock, milking the remaining jism from it. 

I caught my breath. Daddy patted my ass and slipped out of me. "I love you Baby-girl." He dropped next to Mother and began massaging and sucking her tits.

I gave Mother my full attention, machine-gunning my fingers into her cunt, while I flickered my tongue against her clit. She was moaning and twisting like she was possessed. She raised her knees to her breasts, spreading herself wider for me. I dove my tongue into her tunnel like it was a train. When I thought she couldn't take anymore I gently bite her clit and shoved two sopping fingers up her butt-hole. She clutched the bed spread and arched her back and screamed like a banshee.

Daddy lay down beside mother as I rolled up next to her. He kissed her and then I kissed her. We basked in each other's arms in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Thanks Mother I needed that, Tyler has been less than stellar." I said finally gratified.

"Yes dear, thanks, I've missed my Baby-girl." Daddy added before taking one of her pouting nipples into his mouth. 

She moaned, "My pleasure. I love you both so much. I think we can work out a satisfactory arrangement that takes care of all our needs." She patted my bare bottom and smiled.