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Awakening Ch. 01

By: m_storyman_x



It was inky black, blacker than even the time my flashlight died deep in that cave. There was no light, absolutely none. I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or closed, but then I couldn't seem to feel my eyelids, or my hands or feet or legs or...well, anything. I seemed to be just floating there. Surprisingly the fact that I couldn't feel anything didn't bother me. I wasn't panicked. Too late for that. 

I remembered clearly climbing on to my motorcycle a few minutes ago, or was it hours? Days? Did time even matter in eternity? I was dead, right? I mean this was dead, wasn't it? I remember so clearly that blue Nissan pulling out in front of me, my efforts to lay my bike down so that I wouldn't hit it broad side, only to have her lay on the brakes when she realized what she had done. I remember clearly the young twenty something blond girl turn her head and see me, her blue eyes big as saucers, the phone slipping from her hand as she realized what she had done. I remember sliding on the pavement, the bumps and ridges banging my body through the leathers. I remember hitting my whole left side into the side of the car at the same time my bike hit, the two of is crumpling the door panels in. 

Yeah, no doubt about it, I was dead. This wasn't what I expected though. This was...well...boring. I expected heaven, or hell, but well, maybe the Catholics got it right and there really was a purgatory? If so this must be it. I just floated there, wondering what was next. 

I saw it as a pinprick of light in the total inky distance. Just a tiny little speck of light. What was it they always said in the movies, go to the light? I would if I knew how. I couldn't feel my body so I guess moving was out of the question. How was I supposed to move to the light? Think my way there?

Oh yeah, I guess that was pretty dumb. All I had was my thoughts. I concentrated on the light and it seemed to move closer. Well I think closer, or bigger or something. There really isn't any sense of time or distance when you're dead. This isn't what I expected, but at least unlike the atheists I believed there was some form of life after death. I thought the light closer and closer, or was it bigger and bigger? Either way I could "feel" it getting closer. Was that a sound? Music? No...not music, a sound. Constant, repetitive, soft, but getting slightly louder. Can you really hear when you're dead?

Yeah it was a sound. Quiet, soothing, repetitive, almost familiar. A beep, that's what it was. A beeping. Soft, repetitive, soothing. BEEP...BEEP...BEEP. Yeah I liked that. I listened to it as the light grew, a white mist or fog. I couldn't see through it, or even into it. It just seemed to envelope me. like being inside a cloud. This was nice. I liked it. I could hear the beeping, constant, steady, soft, soothing. What was that other noise? Oh....it sounds like a voice. An angel? Maybe I was going to heaven. It was sweet, soft, soothing. I could make out her words, "Take it easy, I'm here. No rush." She said softly. No rush for what? To get to heaven? To go someplace besides heaven? It was getting jumbled now. It seemed like I could feel parts of my body, my legs, my arms. I couldn't move anything, but I could tell they were there. I felt a soft breeze blow across my face, ruffling my eyelashes, moving a few of my hairs. A soft touch on my arm, gentle, soothing, fingers sliding along my arm, then....then.... what? Wait!

My mind was flooded with images, sensations, things I didn't understand.

I was suddenly in a large room, dark all around, faceless bodies sitting facing a round, slowly turning stage with a single fat silver pole sticking up through the center, like a carousel without any horses on it. I sat with the faceless bodies waiting, soft music playing it the background. The music ramped up, a sensuous tune making me think of....what, a strip club? Heaven was a strip club? Then she came out. Tall, slender, long brown hair flowing around her as a breeze blew it around her face, dark green eyes, sultry red lips. She wore medical scrubs, dark purple medical scrubs. I tried to shake my head and clear the images, but gave up, realizing I had no control of my head, or anything else. 

She stepped to the center of the stage her high heels easily five inches tall, making her slim form look even taller. She began to gyrate around the pole, swinging and twirling, hooking her leg around it and bending back to look at us as she rotated with the stage. She stepped from the pole to the edge of the round platform and pulled the baggy scrub shirt up, throwing it to the crowd, her now bared torso clad only with a purple lacy bra containing a pair of large, easily double or triple D tits, sexy, full, round, each with a hard nipple poking the lace of the bra out at us as she went back to the pole and twirled and swung around it. 

The crowd cheered and whistled in appreciation as she leaned away from the pole and wiggled her purple pants covered butt at us. A few dollar bills flew through the air toward the stage as she began to gyrate her hips, one hand holding the silver pole, the other stroking down into her pants between her legs, the bulge in the baggy material leaving no doubt about where her hand was. She let go of the pole and reached both hands to her hips, slowly working the material over her hips and practically bare ass as she and the stage rotated, giving each of us a spectacular view of her sliding the pants over her butt and down her legs. She bent straight legged, working the pants over her heels, leaving her in nothing but the purple high heels, a purple lace thong that left her entire ass bare and exposed, hardly covering her pussy as she pushed her ass out at us.

Around and around she swung on the pole, giving all of us a view of her body in multiple angles. She finally left the pole, moving to the very edge of the stage and knelt down, her legs splayed wide, exposing her purple lace pussy to us, her completely shaved mound exposed above the tiny thong and her fat pussy lips trying to show through the lace material. She reached behind herself and unclasped the bra, one arm across her chest to hold it in place while she worked the straps off her arms, one at a time. Finally she pulled it away, her arm still in place, covering her now obviously bare tits. She held that position for one full revolution of the stage, giving each spectator a view of what she was hiding, teasing, tantalizing them. 

She looked down from the stage into my eyes as she slid her arm from her breasts, moving both hands to cup and press them together, one finger of each hand teasing her nipples, stroking the hard nubs in the middle of each silver dollar sized pink areola. Her nipples seemed to grow harder with each passing moment as she teased them, the stage slowly turning around and around, giving all the patrons the view they were cheering for. 

She pushed herself up and went back to the pole. Making love to it, sliding her body up and down the silver shaft, her legs on either side of it so her pussy rubbed the slick chrome steel, her tits split by it, one on each side as if making love to a monstrously long fat cock. 

She pushed away from the pole, leaning over until her hands nearly touched the ground at the base of the pole, her legs slowly moving farther apart, exposing more and more of the barely covered pussy.

I wanted to jump on the stage and rip the thong off and stuff my face between those legs, to lick that pussy and then stuff my cock into it, but I couldn't move. I just sat there, cheering and whistling with the rest of the audience as she slowly straightened her legs, bringing them together, small step by small step, until they were together. She reached up, staying bent over, and began to slide the strings of the thong down over her ass. She pulled it down slowly, letting each member of the audience watch her slowly uncover her pussy, her fat outer lips pushing out at us between her legs and a good portion of her soft flowery inner lips protruding as well. She slid the thong down her legs and stepped out of it and then slowly hooked one leg around the pole and spiraled in a circle, one leg on the pole and the other stuck far out, exposing her whole pussy for all to see. 

She let go of the pole and crawled to the edge of the stage, her tits hanging down and swinging tantalizingly as she moved, her totally nude body exposed to all. Those on the other side of the stage saw her pussy sticking at them and those on this side her fantastic tits swinging and swaying as she slowly made her way across the stage to the edge. The turning stage platform provided us each with a view from all angles, my cock rock hard in my pants as I sat and watched.

She reached the edge of the stage and rolled herself to her butt, sitting down on the stage and then laying back, her legs high in the air. She slowly spread her legs apart, making them stick in the air in a wide V as she reached down and slowly stroked her exposes pussy, pushing a single finger into herself as we watched. She stroked the finger in and out several times, her finger glistening with her juices when she removed it.

She bent her legs, dropping them together and rolling once again to her knees, climbing to her feet and walking to the pole. She leaned against it and pushed her ass out at us, her feet a couple feet apart so we could all see her wet ready pussy.

I expected the show to be over, but a member of the crowd climbed on stage. He was young, nearly the same age as she was, wearing a straw cowboy hat, blue denim jeans, pointed boots and a white striped button down shirt. I expected the bouncers to come carry him away, but instead he stood there, one hand on each of her round ass cheeks, playing with and squeezing her ass. His hand went between her legs and slowly stroked his fingers across her wet pussy, drawing a shudder from her entire body. She pulled from his touch and turned, putting her back to the bar as she reached for his hands and pulled him toward her. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand tossing away the cowboy hat to reveal a mop of moderately short, unruly blond hair. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily for long minutes as the crowd chanted "fuck her...fuck her"

She moved her hands from his neck and began undoing his shirt, one button at a time until his shirt was undone. She pushed it off his shoulders, working it down his arms so his bare muscular chest pressed against her full soft tits, their embrace never faltering.

Her hand moved to his jeans, undoing the front and working the tight material over his firm ass, exposing an already hard cock, long and fat. Her hands circled it and stroked it between them as we watched, her mouth devouring his, her heaving chest rubbing her nipples up and down his chest.

His hands moved from the pole, where they had been holding behind her, to her shoulders, slowly pushing her down, breaking the kiss as he worked his boots off, kicking them to the side as she sunk down in front of him, her hands still around his manhood. We cheered and whistled as she closed her mouth around his fat cockhead, sucking and licking it as she slid her mouth on and off if it, one hand following it as she worked his pants down and off of him with her other hand. 

Now as nude as she was, she stood, turning her body from him, pressing her back against his chest, pushing her ass against his hard cock as she backed him away from the pole. She kept pushing until she was holding the pole at arm's length, her upper body horizontal with the rotating stage, her tits hanging down and swaying slightly as she wiggled her ass against his hard prick.

He stepped back slightly reaching for his own cock as he aimed it at her pussy. He pushed in quickly, driving his long fat cock into her pussy, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her wet tunnel engulfed him.

He started stroking into her, long and deep, his hips pounding against her bare ass, the impact making a loud smack, her tits flying to and fro under her as she held the pole to balance herself against his powerful strokes. Over and over he stroked into her, her cries of pleasure rising louder and louder as she begged him to fuck her pussy harder, to fuck her hot cunt, and any number of other verbal invitations to pound her hot pussy. 

Her climax came to her hard, her whole body shaking and trembling as she let out one long scream of pleasure, mingling with the cheers of the crowd as we watched her. She continued to stay bent over, moaning and gasping as the cowboy continued to pound into her, his own orgasm working toward its pinnacle, based on the look on his face and the stiffness of his actions.

Without warning she pulled herself off his cock and whirled around, squatting down with her knees splayed wide, exposing her pussy as she grabbed his pussy juice slicked cock with both hands and stroked it feverishly, coaxing his impending orgasm toward its ultimate conclusion.

His cock erupted before her, her hands aiming the shot after shot of hot cum out onto her face and tits, strings of the sticky jizz laying across both tits and her face, before his copious flow subsided. She reached her face to his cock and sucked the head into her mouth, sucking the last dregs from him. She released his cock and he stepped back , seeming to disappear as she crawled to the edge of the stage, kneeling on the edge with her legs splayed wide, her dripping pussy on full display as she rubbed the cum on her tits into them like lotion and then used her fingers to collect the remains on her face and lick them clean. 

She leaned to the very edge of the stage and looked to the crowd, looking, searching for something, or someone. Finally hear eyes settled on me, her dark green eyes boring into mine, a fire deep within her, making her eyes sparkle, but not from the bright lights, but from the burning fire within them. She stared at me as the stage turned, getting up and standing so she could watch me as the stage turned. As the stage came around again she sat back down, lifting and spreading her legs, almost in invitation.

"Do I look sexy now?" She seemed to ask, her whisper easily reaching me over the noise of the crowd.

"Fuck yes!" I shouted back, my own voice seeming to be drowned by the crowd as the lights on the stage and in the room lowered and finally faded to black, the image of the sexy nude woman disappearing from view.

Wow, that was intense! I've seen some strip club shows, but that was....well, different. I could practically feel her desire as she was stripping, how turned on it was making her, how badly she wanted to be looked at, but in particular, being looked at by someone in particular. Not sure who that was, but she seemed to think it was me, but I've never seen her before. I suppose if this is heaven it could be anyone. Damn, I'm going to like being in heaven!

The darkness seemed to be lightening again. I was still wondering about the nurse on the stage, who she might have been, how I had felt what she was feeling, how I could feel her ecstasy as she climaxed, practically making me climax with her as I sat watching. It seemed as if I could remember each curve and detail of her body, down to the tiny mole on the inside of her left breast that just peaked above the V neck of the purple scrubs, how the wetness of her own pussy felt on her fingers, how, as her fingers stroked across her own clit I could feel little shudders of electricity flow through my own body. I chuckled to myself at the self made joke of getting to know my feminine side. 

I felt the darkness lighten around me, the beeping slowly coming back, soft and soothing, repeating over and over BEEP... BEEP.... BEEP. Little noises also starting to filter in again. I could almost feel a soft murmuring, not quite a voice, but too irregular to be just noise. No, irregular isn't right.... It seemed to repeat itself over and over again. It became clearer, soft, soothing, sweet, sensual....I've heard that voice, haven't I? Wasn't that the voice of that stripper nurse? How could that be? Wasn't this heaven? If not, where was I?

"Scott. Can you hear me?" The voice asked again as the darkness brightened more. I could feel my arms, my legs, nothing moved but I suddenly knew that they were there, they were attached to me. I could feel the heaviness of the blanket on my body, and an added heaviness on my left leg, holding it still, still. I felt a softness on my arm, sliding, moving, stroking. Soft fingers, slowly stroking my arm. 

I smiled to myself. It was my wife, she used to do that, in the dark of the night when she wanted to be snuggled....or more. But then that wasn't possible, unless it really was heaven. She's been gone for four years, taken from me by an auto accident only a week after getting back from the middle east. Surviving IED's and fanatical lunatics to be killed by a fucking drunk driver. I shook my head at the injustice, and then realized that I actually could shake my head, or at least it felt like it.

"That's it Scott. Come on, you can do it. Nice and slow....That's it. Come on now. You can do it."

I opened my eyes, and saw...well sort of saw, shapes. Everything was too bright. I wanted to go back to the darkness, but her soft voice coaxed me forward. I tried to open my eyes again, seeing a little more, squinting against the brightness of the room.

"That's it. Hey there, welcome back to the living." She whispered quietly.

"What." I croaked, my voice sounding rough and raspy. "Where?"

"You've had an accident. You're in the hospital. Just take it easy, things will come back." She said soothingly.

I turned my head toward her voice, and struggled to focus. I'd seen that face, that brown flowing hair, those deep green eyes the shape of those soft lips. I'd seen her before, but how? Where? Slowly it dawned on me, I HAD seen her! She was the stripper, she was the nurse on the rotating platform! But how?

"Just take it a bit at a time. You've been out a long time, it's going to take a while to get your body to work again." She said softly, soothingly.

"Out? How long?"

"A little more than ten weeks." She said, reaching her hand up to my hair and brushing a lock out of my face. 

"Ten weeks? How?" I struggled to ask, knowing that she had to be right, I haven't had hair long enough to get in my face since I was a teenager. 

"The doctor will be here in a minute. She'll explain more. For now just concentrate on me, connect with your body again, try to move your arms and legs, just a little."

"Seems like I can move everything except my left leg. It's held down by something."

"That's the cast. It comes off in another week. Your leg was broken pretty badly."

"Motor cycle accident?" I asked trying to order my thoughts again.

"That's what I heard." She said, gently stroking my hair. 

"Well, hello there. I see you're back with us again!" Another female voice said with a distinctive Indian accent. I turned as she walked up, her face had the dark skin tone and shape of an East Indian. "I'm Doctor Shakari. You gave us quite a time. The ER folks started giving you blood based on your dog tag." She said, my hand immediately moving to my chest to feel for my wife's old dog tag that I always wore. "It's in with your personal items. It took us a little while to realize that the dog tag wasn't yours, but by then your body was already reacting to the blood. We thought we were going to lose you, and almost did a few times before we got you stabilized. You've been in a coma for ten weeks."

"Ten weeks?"

"Yes, ten weeks. Most of your injuries are heeling nicely. Now, I want you to reach up and grasp my fingers and squeeze them." She said with a smile. "I want to check and see if everything is working the way it should."

"Okay," I croaked, reaching my hands unsteadily up to where she held her hands over my chest, reaching out to grasp her fingers.


Awakening Ch. 01



I was standing in a bathroom, looking in a mirror, seeing myself, but not myself. It wasn't my face, it was the face of the Doctor, her eyes, my eyes, critically looking at herself in the mirror, turning one way and then the other, her perky breasts poking the sheer black material out, yet not hiding at all the dark skin and even darker areola and nipples. I looked down, seeing my, her, curly dark bush as her hand slid down over the top of the sheer material until it slid down past the lower hem, just barely longer than her pussy. She slid her hand back up and teased her pussy lips for a moment, feeling the wetness of her arousal as she smiled to herself nervously.

She turned and walked out of the bathroom, obviously in a house, and down the hall. She paused slightly before walking into the living room, a young man, definitely European rather than Indian, sitting on the sofa, watching a porn video, his hand idly stroking his hard young cock. He was easily half her age, and I could feel a nervous flutter in her stomach as she watched him. 

After several long minutes she walked out and stood between him and the TV, her hand reaching for the remote on the table in front of him. She turned off the TV and stood there, allowing him to look at her up and down for nearly a full nervous minute before she stepped around the table. She climbed onto the sofa facing him, one knee on either side of his legs and scooted herself closer to him, bringing her sheer material covered tits to within a few inches of his face. 

His hands slowly slid up her body under the material, gently touching and stroking her thighs and stomach as his hands reached higher and higher, his fingers finally reaching her breasts. She reached up and untied the single tie around her neck and pulled the sheer material away, dropping it to the floor so she was completely nude in front of him.

She reached for the sofa back behind him and then, using it for support, leaned her chest toward his face, softly whispering for him to suck her breasts. 

He cupped each perky breast in his hands, squeezing them into little cones as he aimed first one and then the other at his mouth, licking and sucking her nipples eagerly, almost hungrily. She sighed and moaned softly as she moved one hand from the sofa back and down between them, reaching for his hard cock. She closed her hand around it and gently stroked it a few times before pushing it back away from his stomach, back until it was sticking straight up at her waiting pussy. 

She slowly lowered herself down, feeling her lips touch his hot head and then spread apart around it as she rubbed it back and forth along her wet lips.

"Ohhhhh yes." She moaned softly as she lowered herself down more onto his cock, the pressure of his head trying to expand her tunnel entrance causing a pleasurable discomfort for a few moments before sliding inside, his fat head caressing and teasing her tunnel walls as she lowered herself farther and farther down. 

"OH god." He grunted as she began to slowly stroke up and down, her pussy taking in more and more of him with each stroke as her pussy juices lubricated his shaft. She was soon rising and falling, her bare ass bouncing on his naked thighs, his fat cock caressing every inch of her insides, the pressure as it expanded her driving the tingling of her pussy until she felt it flowing through her body, making her arms and legs quiver ever so slightly. 

Up and down she continued, her clit riding along his young cock until it ground into the base of his shaft and his dark brown curls, sending more little jolts of electricity from her pussy to her rock hard nipples.

"OH Johnathan, fuck me, fuck my hot little pussy. Make me come around your hard dick!" She begged as he began arching up in time with her strokes, the added impact making her tits bounce in his hands. Her moans and cries for him to fill her with his cum increased by the second until she suddenly stiffened, her whole body shuddering as she let out a long slow groan that seemed to last forever. As her body softened she went back to bouncing on his cock, her sopping wet pussy plunging down onto him with a loud swish each time she came down, his rigid cock filling her and squeezing her juices out around his shaft.

"OHHHH FUCK YES!" He grunted suddenly, arching his back and driving his cock deep into her as his cum gushed up into her time and again, her orgasm pushed to a second peak as the feeling of his hot juices flowing into her stroked her animal desire for him. 

"OH!" Doctor Shakari squeaked as I squeezed her fingers, my body flinching as the mental image of her orgasm made my own muscles contract. "Um, well, that was certainly strong enough." She said, almost breathlessly. "I think we can safely say that both sides are equally strong." She said as she slowly pulled her hands back from me, a somewhat confused look in her eyes belying the strength of her comment. "Mellisa, I'll right back." She said to the nurse, before quickly walking away.

"I wonder what that was all about?" the nurse, Melissa, asked no one in particular as she watched the doctor stride quickly across the long term care unit.

Melissa refocused her attention on me and moved around me, gently fluffing my pillow, tucking my blanket in and then untucking it again, almost as if she was afraid to not be doing SOMETHING with her hands.

"So what else is wrong, besides my leg?" I asked quietly

"Oh, nothing I don't think. They were concerned about a spinal injury for a while, but it looks like things are working fine."

I looked at her curiously, as she blushed slightly.

"Everything seems to be working, if you know what I mean." She whispered, reaching a hand out under the blanket and gently moving my surprisingly hard cock from where it was sticking straight up, caught in my blankets and gown, to lay flat against my stomach, her hand giving it a surprisingly little stroke before pulling back out from under the blankets. "There, that should be more comfortable."

It struck me as almost funny that she would be embarrassed about a guy having a hardon, I mean she was a nurse after all. She'd probably seen lots of hard cocks. She must have seen my expression and blushing again she leaned over to whispered to me. "I don't know what it is, but for some reason I feel like...well, getting undressed for you, and seeing your cock hard like that has my pussy sopping wet. I'm sorry, it's very unprofessional. If you want another nurse, just say so, and I'll go."

"Uh, no. That's fine." I answered, unsure why she would even admit that to me. "I don't mind you being my nurse."

"I'm glad. I've been here working with you, moving your arms and leg almost every day for the last six weeks, I'd kind of hate to not be part of your recovery now."

"Sure, that's fine." I said as the doctor came back. 

"Alright." She said, pulling the curtain closed around my bed, shutting us out from the rest of the ward. "Let's see how everything is healing up." The doctor said as she pulled a pair of latex gloves on. She slowly rolled the blanket back and then tilted the powered back of the bed up so I was sitting upright. She stepped closer to me and reached across, pressing her stethoscope to my chest to listen to my heart while Melissa stood on the other side of my bed. "Lean forward." She said, Melissa moving her hands to help lean me up. "Take some deep breaths for me." the doctor asked politely.

"Well, that all sounds good." She said a she took the stethoscope off and hung it back around her neck. "Let's see how everything else is healing up. Mellissa, you want to give me a hand?" She asked as she started untying the ties on the back of the gown.

Once the ties were lose she eased the gown down my arms and then had me lean back, inspecting the almost completely faded remains of the injuries on my left arm, checking and gently prodding a number of sensitive points. She slowly worked her way down from my shoulder, down my side to my hip, slowly moving the gown piled on my lap down farther and farther until my whole, semi-hard cock was exposed. She slowly prodded down my hip to the top of the cast on my leg and then gently stroked her fingers back up my hip and across until her fingers were stroking around my lower stomach and under where my cock was lying on me.

"We were concerned that there might be some spinal damage, but I think it was mostly just bruising. The first few weeks you were here we saw indications of some paralysis below the waist. I think maybe we should check and be sure everything is working right." She said, cupping my balls with one hand and wrapping her hand around my shaft with the other. "Feels like everything is in order." She said quietly as she slowly stroked my cock with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. "I'd kind of like to see it go to completion, just to be sure." She said softly. "Melissa, can you get some K-Y?"

"Certainly doctor." Melissa said in a very businesslike tone as she turned to scurry out of the curtained area.

"Does that feel good?" the doctor asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at my growing cock in her hand.

"Uh huh." I groaned.

 Up and down she went on his young cock, her knees digging into the sofa cushions for leverage, her high heels hanging off the edge of the bed as she lifted and lowered herself over the lap of the young man sitting between her legs. 

"Oh shit that feels so good." He murmured as he cupped both tits, his fingers squeezing her nipples.

"Go ahead and suck em. Suck them deep into your mouth. Let me feel your lips around my hard nipples." The doctor cooed to the young man beneath her.

Melissa came back a few moments later with a tube of KY lubricant and gently squirted some on her hand. The doctor pulled her hand back and allowed Melissa to gently rub the lotion around my hard cock, her hand sliding up and down my shaft slowly. Doctor Shakari joined Melissa for a few moments and then pulled her hands back away. She unbuttoned her lab coat and then the front of her blouse. "Men are so visual, maybe it'll help to have something to look at." She said so softly that I could barely hear her. I watched, my cock growing harder by the second in Melisa's hand as Doctor Shakari pulled her blouse from her skirt and spread it, undoing the front clasp of the little bra that covered her perky breasts, exposing them and the dark areola and nipples to me. 

"Wow." I whispered, remembering how they looked in the image that flashed in my mind only, moments ago? Her tits were exactly as I had pictured them. I suddenly realized that as Melissa leaned toward me I could see a small mole on the side of her left breast, a mole that was in exactly the same spot as in my dream. "Can I see yours too?" I whispered.

"Uh huh." She answered, blushing slightly as she pulled her hands from my cock. She used a towel she had brought with the tube of lube to wipe her hands and then she skimmed the top of her scrubs off, exposing a heavy duty sports bra. Without further prompting she pulled the big heavy bra off, freeing her huge soft breasts.

I couldn't really resist, I had the doctor, her shirt open and her tits exposed on one side of the bed and Melissa topless on the other. I reached a hand to either side of the bed, using one hand to gently massage one breast of each of them, my head turning side to side to look at the sexy chests as the two of them shared the duty of stroking my cock.

 Melissa squatted near the edge of the stage, no longer rotating, her pussy spread wide apart before me. She leaned her body back to give me the best possible view, inviting me in a whisper to stand up. I stood up, surprisingly naked as I stood among the patrons of the strip club. She scooted back on the stage slightly, holding one hand out for me in invitation. I crawled up onto the stage, continuing to crawl over her on my hands and knees as she lay down flat. 

"Fuck me." She said in a demanding whisper, her hand already reaching between my legs for my cock. She pulled me toward her until my head split her lips, the hot wetness of her pussy radiating out from where my cock touched her, flowing over my body as I pushed steadily, forcing my shaft into her inch by inch. 

"That's it. Come for me now." She cooed as her hips rocked, stroking my cock as I held myself still above her, her soft pussy caressing my cock. 

"Oh damn." I groaned softly. "I think I'm going to come." 

"That's it Scott. Come for us. Just let it happen. Would you like to squirt it on my tits? Melissa cooed. "Would you like to see your cum shooting all over my big tits?'

"Uh huh." Grunted, trying to hold back my climax.

She quickly unlocked the rail on the side of the bed and then leaned across until her big soft tits were bouncing off their hands as the two of them stroked me, my cock pointing in the air. 

"Shit." I grunted, unable to hold back any longer. My body convulsed and a huge gush of cum shot into the air, hitting Melisa in the face. The second shot bounced off her chin and dripped onto her big tits, followed by a third, fourth, fifth.... Well I lost track of how many times I squirted thick white juice at her, finally leaving her whole chest covered with my jizz, and more dripping from her face as she continued to lean over me grinning.

 She crawled to us on the stage, Doctor Shakari completely nude, her bare tits swinging beneath her as she crawled to where I straddled Melissa, my cock now laying on her stomach, her tits covered with my cum. She moved slowly, deliberately, taking her time. She reached us and leaned her head down, her pink tongue reaching out and slowly licking my cum from Melissa's tits and nipples, pausing at each nipple to gently suck it before moving on to lick the remaining drops from her tits. 

Doctor Shakari leaned across with her other hand and drew her finger across Melisa's tits, taking a finger full of the cum I just spouted out and lifted it to her mouth, tasting my cum. "Mmmmm that part seems to be working well." She cooed before letting go of my cock and reaching for the towel. She wiped her hands and then closed her bra and shirt back up, finally buttoning her coat. "I think he should do that at least one more time, just to make sure all his plumbing is working again. Can I leave that to you Melissa?"

"I think so Doctor." She replied with a smile. 

"I'll be back to check on you later Scott." The doctor said sweetly before turning and walking out of the curtained partition, the latex gloves coming off her hands with a loud snap.

"Well, now how do you think we should get this back up and running." Melissa said, pulling the railing backup into the latched position and walking around to the other side of the bed. She picked up the towel and cleaned the cum from her face and tits before bending over to untie the sneakers she was wearing. "I'll do this if you promise not to be loud." She whispered, a she reached to her waist and pushed her scrubs bottoms down. She had on a pair of white bikini panties, which she quickly skimmed down and set on the end of the bed with her pants. Completely naked now except for a pair of small white sports socks, she undid the railing of the bed and then gingerly climbed on. She carefully swung her leg across my body balancing her weight on her knee on one side of me and one foot on the other side of me, on the far side of my fiberglass cast. She reached down with one hand and gently rubbed her wet pussy lips, teasing them apart for me to see.

"Have you ever been a stripper?" I asked her quietly as she played with her pussy in front of me.

"Oh lord no. I could never take my clothes off for a strange man." She whispered back as she reached down with one hand to my cock, her other hand still stroking her pussy.

"Really? But you could for me?" I whispered.

She blushed so hard that I could see the crimson bleeding down from her face to her chest. "I guess I've always had a fantasy of doing that."

"Let me guess, taking off your nurse scrubs for a room full of men and then having some hunky hot cowboy come up on stage and fuck you?"

She froze in place, staring at me for a long time without moving. Her hands slowly began stroking again as her face softened. "How did you know that? I've never told anybody that!"

"Just a lucky guess?"

"No one could be that lucky."

"I don't know. I'm still alive, that's pretty damn lucky I guess."

"It is at that." She said with a grin. "Not to mention having a sexy nurse naked over you in bed."

"Yeah, that is pretty lucky."

"I can see you're already starting to get hard. You must like what you see."

"Yeah, it's a hell of a view. Too bad I can't reach though."

"Oh? You want to touch something?"

"Uh huh. Those nice sexy tits."

"They aren't that sexy."

"Oh yeah they are." I said as she leaned forward for me to reach. I cupped the front of each breast with my hand, letting her hard nipples stick out between my fingers so that when I squeezed her tits it squeezed her nipples too. 

"Ohhhhh that's nice." She whispered as I kneaded her tits, my fingers massaging her nipples at the same time. "I bet I can do something equally pleasant to you."

"Oh?" 

"Uh huh." She said as she used one hand on the back of my bed to balance while she rocked herself up to get her other foot under herself. Now on both feet, squatting over me, she leaned herself forward until both knees were leaning against the inclined back of the bed. She lifted herself up, her hand around my cock drawing me upward until I pointed straight at her pussy before she sat back down. "I don't want you to think that I have sex with all my patients." She whispered as she lowered her pussy down over my shaft, her hot wet tunnel engulfing me as she settled down. "Now the doctor wants to make sure you can come again. Think this'll do it?"

"Oh yeah." I groaned as she started rocking herself up and down, using the back of the bed with one hand and the side rail of the bed with her other to balance herself as she slid herself up and down my shaft.

"Ohhhhh that feels nice." She cooed. "So very nice. Do you think I look good enough to be a stripper?"

"I think you'd make a very sexy stripper. Swinging around that pole, leaning back and making your big tits wiggle. Oh yeah. I'd be trying to tuck dollars into your garter.

"Oh? Why not my panties?"

"Because I'd be wanting to watch you take them off and show us all your wet sexy pussy."

"Yeah, what would you like to see me do to it?"

"Stick your fingers way into it and stroke yourself. I'd want to see your fingers make you pussy gush all over."

"Mmmmmm you want to see me climax?"

"No, I want to see your hot pussy squiring your cum all over."

"I don't think I can squirt."

"You can if you want to." I told her, sliding my right hand from her tit down to her crotch, cupping her curl covered mound and then using a finger to rub back and forth across her hard clit. 

"Ohhhh oh shit. Oh damn. You're gonna make me come."

"I know."

"OHHHHHH SHIT!" she squeaked, trying to bite of the sound.

I felt her pussy tremble around me, her tunnel spasming and clenching as she climaxed. She sat frozen on my cock for nearly a minute before she leaned forward, her hand reaching for the bed control. She tilted the top of the bed back almost flat, her mouth reaching for mine as she let go of the control. She started rocking her ass up and down, pumping her pussy on and off my shaft as she kissed me hungrily, her tongue pushing into my mouth and swirling around my tongue teasingly.

"Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmm Mmmm" she moaned into my mouth as my cock grew fatter and harder inside her, inching closer and closer to its explosion.

"UHHHHHHHHHHFUCK!" I groaned into her mouth as my body jerked, my cock unleashing a torrent of cum up into her pussy. She continued to plunge her pussy up and down my shaft, almost frantically as my cock spurted shot after shot into her. Suddenly she pulled her face from mine, leaned back until she was actually tipped back, one hand flying to her pussy as she pulled off my cock. She frantically frigged her little clit back and forth, driving her body to the absolute peak of pleasure before her body jerked, her pussy spewing a stream of cum that arched up through the air and landed on my chest. Stream after stream of girl cum sprayed on my body until I was wet all over, even my still leaking cock. 




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She pushed herself up, and then lay over on me, her bare tits pressing against my chest and rubbing the cum around both of our chests while she once again kissed me deeply and sensuously.

"Ohhhhh now that was sex." She moaned softly. "That was really fucking good sex."

"Uh huh." I agreed as we lay there. 

After several minutes she pushed herself off the bed and slowly dressed, almost reluctantly. "I better clean you up." She said with a grin. "Be right back."

I waited for a few minute and then she returned with some warm rags and a towel. "I just heard, they're going to move you down to a regular room." She said with a disappointed pout. "I'm going to miss you. You've been part of my days for weeks."

"I think I'm going to miss you too. Can I make a suggestion?"

"Sure."

"Why don't you find an amateur night at a strip club and give it a try. I bet you'll like it."

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you come with me."

"I'd be happy to." I answered as she wiped my body down.

I reached up and played with her tits through her bra and top while she washed me and then reluctantly dressed me in a clean gown, since my other was full of pussy cum. 

"I'll be back. Gotta go check my other patients." She said with a quick kiss before slipping out of the curtained partition.

I lay my head back and thought about what just happened. How could I have known what I did? How could I have seen her before I saw her? IT was all confusing, and to be honest, I was tired. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again.



Awakening Ch. 01



I owe a huge amount of gratitude to Kiwilass who was so instrumental in getting this work cleaned up and into its final form. Her suggestions and editing advice was awesome and incredibly valuable. 

 Chapter 1 – Training Session

Before I get to the serious retelling of my experiences, you need some background. My divorce was finalized a little over a year ago. The whole thing was a surprise to me; I just didn't see it coming at all. I really thought we'd just gotten into that complacency stage of our marriage; nothing really great, nothing really terrible. We seemed to be reasonably happy and we even had sex regularly, but it was always pretty ordinary stuff. We didn't experiment much and overall, in reality our sex life was pretty boring. I knew our marriage wasn't all peaches and cream, but his demand for a divorce was a shocker to say the least. 

In fact, my ex didn't even have the balls to tell me in person. One day a process server showed up and did the dirty little deed. I was stunned beyond words, but day by day I got over the shock and unfortunately got used to the rancor of attorney meetings and the dividing up of my life. What a fucking nightmare, thank god we didn't have kids. During that journey I did a phenomenal amount of soul searching and introspection that allowed me to get to know myself better, and little by little normalcy slowly return to my life. 

An important part of my growth was finally realizing that I wasn't quite forty yet and I still had all of my life ahead of me. I made a commitment to make the most of it and enjoy my life to its fullest. Once I reached this perception I became aware of all the cool stuff that was going on around me. I started developing interests in all kinds of things. The one thing that really surprise though was facing the realization that I missed companionship. I missed being with someone and I wondered if I'd ever get that back again. 

As time passed and I did more on my own, I began to realize just how controlling my ex had been. I realized that having him out of my life was a really good thing. I was exploring new things on my own instead of being controlled by his oppressive personality. I was becoming curious about life in general. I was beginning to really live again and even though I hadn't done any dating yet, I felt good about myself.

One of the few first-class things I got out of the divorce, other than my life back, was a small printing business. I threw myself into the business as a way to stay active and bolster my confidence. The business had a really huge upside and I recently invested a fair amount in a software package to upgrade the business. I'd done the official training, but I needed some help to really understand how to use it. Now, that background gets us to where the journey begins.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was at the house of a long time friend. She's a real techy type; very savvy with all kinds software and hardware and she had agreed to teach me some important tricks of the new software. I was pretty well checked out on the basics, but the stuff Emma was showing me would let me do some really cool stuff and give my business a nice competitive edge. It'd been a long afternoon and we were just about done. Both of us were sipping on our second glass of chardonnay. Emma was looking up a key stroke combination that she couldn't remember and I was just staring idly at the monitor. 

I was hardly paying attention, but holy crap what the hell just popped up on the monitor? The screen saver kicked in and a woman dressed in a very provocative black outfit appeared in the middle of the screen. The image was only there for just a brief second because Emma's hand shot out and hit the keyboard. 

Emma blushed, but acted like nothing had happened and went on with what she was doing. I didn't say anything, but the image was burned into my brain. I wanted to know more about whatever the hell I'd seen because I was almost positive that it was Emma in the picture. I had to find out the story behind it. 

Finally, Emma had covered everything on her list and she looked blankly at me. "Well, there you have it. Everything I know. Anything unclear, or is there something you need to know more about?"

There it was, my opening and I wasn't going to let her off the hook. I took a second and then locked onto her gorgeous green eyes, "We've known each other a very long, long time.....tell me about that picture."

Emma didn't break eye contact, "Amy, that picture wasn't intended for your eyes."

"Seriously, well no kidding? That's obvious Emma, but I saw the photo. The genie is out of the bottle. Explain."

Emma didn't look comfortable and I could tell she was wrestling with answering or not. After a second or two she grabbed both wine glasses and headed out the door. I tagged along behind her into the kitchen. After she refilled our glasses she leaned against the counter and took a long gulp. I kept silent and smiled as I took a sip. I was resolved to outlast her. 

Finally Emma had made her decision. "I'm only going to tell you about this since you are probably one of my oldest and closest friends. Everything in my gut tells me I shouldn't, but I'm going to anyway. C'mon, let's go back to the den."

When we walked in the den, the screen saver was flashing pictures on the monitor. The first one I saw was of a tall lady in black heels, some sort of shiny black leggings, a bustier, a thick collar and a shiny black hood. Her red pony tail stuck out the top. Even though I couldn't see her face, I was sure it was Emma on the screen.

Every time the photo changed, it was some variation of the previous one. In many of the photos Emma was topless and her tits hung lewdly against her chest. Her tits were big. I mean really big, almost huge. How was it I never really noticed her unbelievably spectacular body? Maybe it was her plain wardrobe? In other photos she was posed nude in very provocative ways showing off her smooth, bare pussy or her creamy ass. She was incredible. In most of the pictures she was wearing rubber or leather or had some kind hood covering her head. Fuck, obviously Emma had a streak in her I was totally unaware of.

The next set of pictures was of Emma standing in front of a beautiful, ornate bar and two hunky studs had their arms wrapped around her waist. One of the guys was wearing chaps and nothing else except a leather collar and a black hood. He had a huge pierced cock which hung down about eight inches in a lewd sexy arc. The other guy was wearing tight shiny rubber shorts with a sheath built in for his impressive cock. It was sticking out at least seven or eight inches. Other than the shorts all he wore was a black collar. There were more pictures of Emma with others – sometimes females, sometimes guys. Some of the photos with the females were the most provocative. Damn, even when I was married I'd never seen porn this hot. As I watched the pictures flash on the screen, I realized my panties were wet and my pussy tingled in a very nice way. It had been a long time and it felt good. 

We sat there in total quiet while the slide show continued to play. Finally, I glanced toward Emma. She had sort of a transfixed look on her face; almost a dreamy trance look. I took another sip of wine, "Gawd Emma, you are fucking gorgeous and all of the people in those pictures with you are stunning."

Emma answered weakly from her fog, "Thanks."

We continued to sit there in the silence and let the pictures change from one to the other. I was fine with just watching. There were hundreds. I was going to give Emma all the time she needed. We'd come this far. I wasn't going to rush things. The sun was beginning to set and the room had a warm orange glow to it. 

Finally, almost inaudibly, Emma started, "I, ahh, belong to...sort of, er, well, a kind of a loose knit group that enjoys dressing in fetish gear. We get together from time to time to party. It's really kinky getting dressed up and being with like minded people. Plus there's a voyeur side of it. It's fun to see what people wear and watch what they do when they're acting out the alter ego. I mean the people really dress up. Sometimes if the right people are there more takes place. And, there are some seriously nice looking people who come to play." She hesitated a second and then added as kind of an important footnote, "And some of the biggest cocks I've ever seen. Those guys in the picture aren't even close to some of the really big ones."

Her honesty surprised me, and hearing her talk about her lifestyle excited me in a way that surprised me. The idea of dressing up for others really got my juices flowing even more than I already was. I smiled at Emma and took her hand in mine.

"Fuck I can see why you dig it. These pictures have me horny as hell. How did you get turned on to this?"

She looked out into space like she was looking for the answer. She smiled like she was really happy.

"I don't know really. I guess it started when I saw some pictures on the internet." She smiled like she was recalling a very pleasant memory, "I've always liked the feeling of tight clothes so I bought some stuff off the net. First some leggings and then I progressed into some of the other stuff. I really like tight leather, and some of the rubber stuff is so erotic."

My head was spinning. I was with one of my oldest friends listening to her talk about her secret lifestyle and I never had a clue. I was fascinated'

"How did you get into your group?"

She waited a minute and then started, "I found a couple of places here in town that make and sell some really good stuff. As I bought more things, finally I got an invite to the group. I was hesitant at first, but now I can't imagine not being a part of it." 

Now I was really curious and I really wanted to see her wardrobe, but I didn't know how far to push. Her hand was still in mine and I was caressing it softly as if we were on a date. It appeared that she was enjoying it so I decided to press forward.

"May I look at it?"

"Look at what," came her slow reply.

I squeezed her hand and smiled at her coquettishly. "Your very special wardrobe, silly." 

Surprise showed on her face and I really wasn't prepared for her response. She cocked her head sideways and gave me an odd look, "You mean you really want to see my stuff?" 

Her response couldn't have been better. It was the perfect opening to ask what I really wanted to ask so I pressed forward, "Hell yes sweetie. Your pictures made me so horny Emma. Not only do I want to see your collection, I want to see you in it."

I surprised myself. Without even realizing it my hand was cupping my tit and squeezing it softly. My fingers made small circles around my hardening nipple. What was up with me playing with myself? I don't know if she even noticed me playing with my tit or not, but she squeezed my hand back, softly and lovingly. I couldn't put my finger on it, but in that moment I sensed something changed. She watched me rub her hand for a bit and then picked up her wine glass and headed out of the room. I silently followed her as she walked slowly to her bedroom. She walked directly across the room to the walk-in closet and flipped the light on. As I entered she had her arms extended kinda like a guilty little girl, "This is it."

I couldn't believe it. The scent of leather was heavy and erotic. The entire rack was filled with exotic clothing: leather and rubber and PVC. All of her boots and heels and other gear was on another rack. I couldn't believe how turned seeing all this stuff made me. I was almost shaking. 

She turned toward me and in a resigned tone and said, "If you're serious, choose something and I'll model it for you."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Emma was really going to model for me. Damn I couldn't wait. As I looked through the hangers my hands shook as I tried to find some of the things I'd liked in the pictures. I settled on a pair of strappy black heels, a basque without bra cups, black mesh hose, a black leather collar and a shiny black rubber hood with a zipper in the back.

Emma looked at my choices and her tone definitely changed. She smiled and cooed, "Mmmmm, you're a kinky little bitch aren't you? Go sit on the bed and I'll be out in a minute."

I went back to the bedroom and it was as if I was in a dream of some kind. It was like an out of body experience. The room had gotten dark so I turned on a lamp which gave the room a warm glow. Emma called to me from the closet to get us more wine. When I returned she was standing next to her dresser striking one hell of a provocative pose. I stopped in my tracks and just stared at her; holy fucking shit. What a beautiful sexy creature. I couldn't believe my eyes. I loved what I saw and I swallowed hard.

Emma was posed with her long legs pressed slightly together with one foot a little in front of the other. The dark garters, the black basque and mesh stockings made her pussy mound and the smooth skin above the stockings really stand out. Her tits sagged perfectly, thrust forward by the underwire of the basque. Her big pink nipples were swollen and puffy. The hood covered her whole head except for her eyes, nose and mouth. Her bright red lips protruded seductively through the mask and her pony tail came out the top. She looked fucking hot and slutty as hell. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My heart was pounding and I wasn't breathing. My reaction was unlike anything I'd ever experience before. I hoped I wasn't going to faint or something stupid. I had cotton mouth and felt like I needed CPR. Then I remembered my wine and took a quick sip. I gazed at her over the rim of my glass. Gawd, her tits were magnificent; just the right amount of slope and her bright pink nipples gotten as hard as diamonds as I watched. 

She extended her hand. I quickly realized I still her glass in my hand and I delivered it to her. Thank god I didn't trip. Her very red lips curved into a wicked smile as she stroked my cheek, "See something you like dearie?" I noticed a different tone in her voice.

I almost couldn't speak. My thoughts were so jumbled. Even though I knew it was her, the hood took that bit of identity away. I couldn't see her facial expressions; just her gorgeous body. 

Finally I gasped, "Oh my gawd yes Emma, Jesus you look fucking fantastic. I would've never believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. I mean you define the very word 'sex'." I was blabbering, "For fuck's sake, you're so gorgeous and your tits are sooooo big and so beautiful." I couldn't believe what I had just said to her, about her. I mean what the fuck? What a potty mouth I suddenly had.

Emma smiled again, "Hmmmm, and I was worried that this whole scene might wig you out, but you aren't. No one was ever supposed to see my screen saver, but I guess shit happens. In fact I'm very good with everything right now. It's actually a huge turn-on having you know about my kinky life style. I've got to admit that getting dressed up for you has my pussy drenched. Damn I'm wet." Her hand went between her thighs and her fingers slipped easily inside. In seconds her pussy was shiny with her juices.

As I listened to her, my pussy started to throb. Emma continued to lean against the dresser and play with herself. Her lips curled into a smiled. She clearly liked what she was doing. She sipped her wine and watched me watch her. I was no longer in control of myself. My hands had found their way back to my tits and I was fondling them through my blouse. I didn't feel self conscious doing it. It felt good even though I knew I shouldn't be doing it and having her watch me was intoxicating. I couldn't ever remember feeling this way with anyone.

Emma took her fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. Fuck, it was so naughty. Deep inside my brain somewhere I desperately wanted her shiny fingers in my mouth; to taste her, to smell her sex. I wanted to be her willing slut and lick her pussy juice, but Emma had other ideas. Instead of more pussy play, her hands went to her tits and squeezed her giant orbs, mashing her tit flesh in her palms. Her small hands really showed off just how big her tits were. Then her fingers went to her nipples and she stretched and kneaded them until they were hard and pointy.

She was making me nuts. I was so absorbed in what she was doing I couldn't have predicted what happened next in a million years. She took a step forward and leaned into my ear and whispered hoarsely, "Let's get you into something naughty too. I've got several very nasty, very kinky things that I think would be perfect on you."

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. My breathing was ragged and my head was spinning. I don't remember saying anything back to her. All I remember is nodding my head and Emma smiled wickedly back at me. She disappeared into the closet and in a few minutes she was back with an arm full of clothing and ordered, "Take your clothes off and throw them on the bed."

Emma's voice was forceful and commanding. Honestly I didn't even think about her demand, I just started unbuttoning my blouse as I kicked off my shoes. As I was undoing the last button though, the idea of being naked in front of her made me self conscious and I hesitated, unsure of myself. I stole a quick glance at Emma and something about her demeanor told me all I needed. Something kicked in. I could almost feel it, a new attitude about myself. I smiled at her as I ripped the blouse off my shoulders and tossed it gleefully onto the bed. I couldn't wait to get out of my bra. My tits aren't as big as Emma's monsters, like maybe 34C's, maybe a little bigger. I wasn't really sure, but I'd always been proud of them. They're nicely shaped with a little sag that makes them kinda sexy. 

I wished I'd worn a sexier bra but I hadn't. It was just one of my plain every day bras. I reached around my back to unhook my bra and brazenly stuck my tits out as far as I could get them. I think Emma liked my little show because she smiled and she stepped forward, "Let me do that for you dearie." She put her arms under mine as she reached around to undo my bra. In the six inch heels her tits were right at my eye level. She dragged them across my face invitingly and brushed her pointy nipples across my lips. My pulse was racing and my brain was totally fucked up. I let my hands drop and they found their way onto Emma's hips. Touching her bare skin was exhilarating. For god's sake, I'd only been with three men in my whole life and I'd never even thought about being with a woman before. I let my hands slip down to rest on her beautiful ass cheeks. 

Emma hugged me tightly and mashed her tits against my face rubbing them softly all over. She moaned as she pulled my head between her delicious titties and squeezed them around my face. My heart was racing and my breathing was ragged. She definitely enjoyed what she was doing to me. Her tits were like big pillows and they felt wonderful on my face. Then she pressed a nipple against my mouth and without even thinking I opened my lips and sucked it into my mouth. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. Her nipple felt so soft yet hard at the same time. I sucked it deep into my mouth. Then I tried to make love to it. I kissed it sensuously, sucking it and licking it softly. I couldn't control myself. Emma stroked my face delicately, "Mmmm. seems you're a natural at sucking tit slut." I was breathing hard and totally at her mercy, but I couldn't think of any place I'd rather be. 

She began shifting her position slowly until she was standing behind me. Her hands were all over me as she moved. Her hands were wonderful; so soft and delicate. Her arms knotted around me and she hugged me to her. My head slid naturally in between her huge soft titties and I rolled my head from side to side enjoying them. She slid her delicate fingers down my tummy and inside my jeans. 




Awakening Ch. 01



She slid both hands inside my jeans and into my panties. I sucked in my waist and spread my legs just a bit to make easier access for her. Jesus, this was crazy. Her fingers were in my panties and I was doing my best to make my sex available for her. Her fingers worked down toward my pussy teasing me as she went. Her fingers pulled lightly on my pubic hair as she teased between my legs. Gawd, I couldn't believe how she was making me feel. It was so wonderful. I tingled from head to toe. She pulled her hands from my pants and slowly undid the button on my jeans. She rubbed my tummy gently with one hand and the other hand went back down to my pussy. Her fingers were like magic wands. She brushed my skin lightly as she moved her hand from my stomach up to my breast and squeezed it roughly. She rolled my tit in her hand and pinched the nipple hard. The sensation was un-fucking-believable. I don't know what or why, but her touching my tittie was breathtaking. I was overwhelmed by the sensations and my brain was whirling trying to process the new feelings. I guess all I needed to know is that Emma was damned good. 

The hand in my panties went all the way down and she slipped a finger into my very wet sex. I shivered at her touch and closed my eyes. I let my head roll against her tits. What the fuck was going on with me? Was I so ready to have sex that I'd do it with anyone? It had been a long time since I'd had sex. No, that wasn't it. This felt so good. Everything seemed so perfect, but wasn't this wrong? In micro-seconds I'd made my decision. I didn't care about right or wrong. I just wanted her to take me and use me. It was time to explore and see where it took me. I'd made my decision. I was going to let Emma take me to where ever we were going. I wanted this.

I heard the zipper on my jeans open as Emma pushed her hand into my undies. Her fingers went deep into my pussy and quickly I could hear those tell tale sloshing noises that I hadn't heard in months. She rolled my engorged clit and pulled on my pussy lips. Fuck, she knew her way around a vagina. She finally took her fingers out of my pussy and caressed both tits again. She brought her slippery fingers up to my titties and rubbed my pussy juice all over my nipples. She tugged and pinched both nipples as she began kissing my ear, moaning soft mewing sounds which made shivers run up and down my spine. My fucking head was spinning. Thank god she was holding me tightly or I may have just fallen down. My body was shaking and I pretty much had lost any control at all. I had never ever felt like this before. 

Emma fondled my titties and massaged my nipples until they were as hard as rocks. Her fingers were like silk. I never felt anything so beautiful before. She finally teased her hands down my body and started to push my jeans down. When she got them as far down as she could she slid around in front of me, and my jeans and panties were gone in one pull. Emma brazenly eyed my panties lying on the floor. She bent down pointing her bare ass and shiny pussy at me as she picked them up. She looked me in the eyes as she put them to her nose and took a huge deep breath. Then she erotically licked the crotch with her long pink tongue. I stood there bare ass naked watching her with my mouth hanging wide open. This was a different Emma I was watching. This woman was the most exotic fucking woman I'd ever been around.

My pulse was racing and I was breathing hard. I felt like a deer in the headlights, except that I wanted to be in the headlight and I wanted whatever was going to happen to happen. I wanted her and I wanted sex with her. She just stood there looking at me as if she was deciding what she was going to do next. I couldn't believe how fucking hot she looked. The mystery of the hood and her gorgeous tits sticking out at me was overwhelming. All of my senses were on overload. The tension was killing me. 

Emma took her time as if she was inspecting me. Finally she went to the pile on the bed and selected something. She turned and handed me a black leather garter belt. My hands shook as I fastened it around my waist. Emma checked the fit. She arranged it so the garters hung perfectly down each thigh. Her fingers felt like little butterflies as she touched me. She selected a pair of stockings from the pile and handed them to me without saying anything. I sat on the bed and slid them onto my legs trying my best to look sexy as I smoothed them against my skin. Emma insisted I stand so she could fasten each garter to the stockings. Her hands were all over my ass and thighs as she satisfied herself with the way the garments fit. She handed me a pair of black leather heels with ankle straps like hers. I slid my feet into them and buckled the straps. 

Emma smiled and walked around me again, finally stopping directly in front of me. Slowly she raised her hand until it pressed tightly against my pussy, "Spread your legs!" She palmed my sex with her warm hand and then her middle finger split my soaked cunt lips as she worked it inside me. She slowly moved her finger up my slit, lingering a moment on the tip of my clit. After a short pussy massage, she removed her finger and brought it to my lips. Without hesitation I opened and slowly and sensuously sucked her finger into my mouth. It was salty and musky and delicious and I immediately loved it and I wanted more. I'd never felt this kind of tingle in my body, especially in my pussy. She was a sexual Svengali.

Emma smiled and stepped over to the bed. She handed me a bra made of the softest leather I'd ever touched. There were quarter sized holes at the end of each cup and as I slid the bra onto my tits each of my nipples fit perfectly into the openings. Emma fastened the bra so that it fit snuggly against my skin. I ran my hands over my tits and the feeling was magical. The soft leather was totally erotic and when I touched my bare nipples it felt like electricity shot through them. I tugged on them slightly...the feeling was wonderful.

I was in my own little world playing with my tits. My exposed nipples felt like they weren't attached to my body anymore and I closed my eyes to enjoy the wonderful feeling. Since my eyes were closed I didn't see Emma grab the leather hood which she was now sliding over my head. My eyes snapped opened as she slid the hood into place and pulled it down over my head and face. She delicately moved it around so that the openings lined up where they were supposed to be. Once she was satisfied, Emma tugged on the laces in the back and the hood tightened against my face. Once completely tightened the hood covered my head and all the way down my neck. Then Emma buckled a wide leather collar around my neck. I heard the click of a small lock as she fastened it. 

The scent and feel of the leather was intoxicating. The sensation of the tightness of the hood was exotic and made me feel sluttish. It was if I was now under her total control. I couldn't believe what was going on. This was all crazy as shit, and I found myself loving everything that was happening.

She gently turned me until I was standing directly in front of her looking into the mirror. The reflection nearly made me faint. The two erotic women we were looking at were so exotic ...like something from a porno fantasy movie. I could feel my pussy begin to leak again and my breathing was starting to get rough and erratic. I leaned against Emma to steady myself again. Her tit flesh was hot and soft and I could feel her rock hard nipples press against my back.

As I looked at the mirror I knew we were the reflection, but the hoods changed that. Holy fucking shit! We were fucking hot. Emma reached around and slid her hands across my tummy and electric sparks seemed to explode from my skin. She let them come to rest just above my pussy and she rubbed my pubis softly. I wanted her to lower her hand to my pussy and take care of my ache. I watched in the mirror as Emma raised her right hand to my boob and pinch the exposed nipple gently. Then she started making small circles around my rigid nipple with the fingernail of her index finger.

My head was buzzing and my pussy was tingling. I was having trouble breathing. I wanted to fuck so bad I couldn't believe it. Her fingers made my nipple rock hard and ache. Her other hand was lazily rubbing small circles just above my clit. Her teasing made me crazy. I'd never even thought about being with another woman, but I was ready for this to go where ever it was going to go.

I let my fingers trace down her arm until I found her hand and nudged it toward my aching pussy. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her fingers slid all the way in and filled my cunt. In no time the room was filled with the sloshing noise coming from my pussy. It was nasty and hot. Emma was alternating between sawing her fingers in and out and attacking my super sensitive clit. Gawd I needed to cum so badly. I was getting close, but she seemed to know when to slow down to prolong my agony. I was moaning loudly and bucking my hips trying to get better contact with her fingers. 

My clit was throbbing and I could feel the special tingle begin, "I'm going to cum, Emma. I've gggggot to cum. Please make me cum." Emma pushed me hard against the wall and began deep finger strokes against my G spot. She was kissing my neck and ears and pulling on my nipples. I couldn't believe the sensations. The tingle in my pussy was now buzzing, I felt like I was twitching and shaking as she trapped me tightly against the wall. She used both hands on my pussy. One stroked my clit while the other one penetrated my pussy. Oh shit. It was coming. My legs began to shake and then my pussy felt like it exploded. It felt like I was peeing because suddenly my legs were all wet and I couldn't catch my breath. Orgasms kept hitting one right after the other. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. My legs felt like jelly and I then I must have passed out. 



Awakening Ch. 01



I really don't know where to start with this but I have to get it off my chest or the stress will just go on. My husband is a military hardware contractor. We've been happily married for four years, and trust each other implicitly. His job entails a lot of travel, but that has never been a problem for me - until recently. 

We moved to Washington, D.C. a few months ago, where I don't know a soul, and for some reason, making friends here is difficult. The one exception is Randy, a chef who works for one of the large hotels. He always has a ready smile when I meet him outside the condo, but until a couple weeks ago we'd never talked except in greeting. 

One evening I was carrying some book cartons in from the hallway as he passed. He just scooped up a couple and carried them inside, smiled, turned and walked out again. Wanting to thank him, I called out, and he paused.

"Thank you. Can I get you something? Coke, tea, a beer?"

"A coke would be good," he said. 

Randy was okay looking. Six-one, a little overweight, with that kind of square jaw that makes men look duller than they sometimes really are. I mean he wasn't particularly handsome, at least for my taste, but he had a nice smile and I felt comfortable around him. Just another big dufus guy, like someone's big brother. 

He told me about his job and said he'd just gotten off work and had brought home some Goulash he'd made at work, his specialty. He asked me if I'd care to share it with him. I agreed and he was back in five minutes, carrying a metal pot. 

"I need to warm it up," he said. "May I use your kitchen?"

"Sure. I'll finish unloading these boxes while you do. Call me when it's ready."

I could smell it simmering as I worked. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and the aroma made my mouth water. After a while, he stuck his head out of the kitchen. "Come and get it," he called. 

As we ate, I told him about my last home and my friends back there. It seemed like I'd known Randy for years. We were on our second bowl and the sun had already gone down, when I began to feel funny. Not ill, just loose, like I'd had a little too much to drink. Randy was a quiet type, mostly nodding and speaking in monosyllables, looking at me steadily as I talked. 

I suddenly felt too warm, removing my jacket. Under it, I wore a simple sun dress that left my shoulders bare, revealing a little cleavage. I almost giggled as I suddenly thought of the first night Stu and I had moved in here. All we'd had was a bed, and boy had we ever made use of it. It was almost as if I could see flashbacks of all the things we'd done that night. 

I was only vaguely aware that I had somehow removed the hair fastener and let my shoulder-length hair down. I saw that Randy was staring down at his bowl, but I saw a slight smile as he ate. 

I remember that sensation of rubbing my thighs together, realizing my panties were sopping wet. I mumbled something, stood and somehow made it to the couch, where I sat with my hands folded on my knees, wondering what was happening. I had to fight back the urge to touch myself down there, where I was now on fire. Why was I suddenly so aroused? It wasn't Randy. He didn't do a thing for me. Besides, I'd never cheated on Stu and never would. So why was my vagina so wet?

I don't know how long I sat there like that, but when I looked up Randy stood right in front of me, completely nude. His erection stuck straight out and I could clearly see the large hole in the tip of it. He was larger than Stu, maybe eight or nine inches and very thick. He was also circumcised, where Stu wasn't. 

I was completely unresisting as he took my arms and pulled me to my feet, guiding me around the couch and bending me over the back of it. It was like I was watching all of it on a video. During that short journey my dress had somehow disappeared. I was confused, realizing that I was panting with animal-like anticipation. None of it seemed real. 

I was the female ape, the bitch dog, waiting . . . Without warning, he grabbed the back of the couch with both hands and shoved his cock inside me. It should've hurt. It didn't. In a minute or two I was even helping him. 

I could feel every nerve ending inside my vagina as his cock slid over them. I lifted onto my toes, offering myself to him as he pounded into me, unrelenting, almost viciously - moving my ass in circles, rotating in time with his thrusts. I placed my fingers over the backs of his knuckles, pushing backward, squirming and moaning. 

For some reason, I was so sensitive down there I felt every ridge, the crown of that wonderful cock as it left and then reentered my slick vagina. It felt like a hot poker - a fence post. From the corner of my half-closed eyes, I could see my left hand clutching the back of his knuckles, my wedding band gleaming under the lamp. It meant nothing to me at the moment. 

I was captive on his cock, like that bitch dog Stu and I saw in the park one day. Stu had said she couldn't get away from the large male dog on her back because she was "knotted" on his doggie cock. I couldn't get off either, even if I wasn't knotted. 

All that mattered was the delicious feeling building inside my belly as his powerful heat entered me and then left my moist opening - desperately wanting it back inside me again. Without warning, I came like I'd never cum before, long and continuous, over and over, my pussy juice washing down my thighs. 

I'd heard about multiple orgasms, but had thought they were a myth. They aren't. Rapid little pops inside the lining of my pussy followed by several awesome explosions, then more tiny pops making me cry out with each one. They left me quaking, struggling to breathe, my knees finally giving out as I sank to the floor. I wanted Randy to just keep fucking me forever, but my legs wouldn't hold me up any longer. 

After Stu and I had sex, my clit was usually tender for a while, but this time it wasn't. I wanted more. I knew Randy had also cum, for he'd yelled out loudly when he did it, and I could feel it running down the insides of my thighs, mixing with my own juices. I shivered, thinking about it, reaching down to smear the fluid around on my legs. 

Usually, I hurried right out for a wet towel to wipe up Stu's mess. Inexplicably, I loved this mess. As I sat there gulping for air, Randy suddenly wrapped his fingers in my hair, forcing my head around toward him. 

He shoved his slimy, half-hardened cock down my throat, holding it lodged there as it hardened. I gagged, struggled to breathe, then just turned completely around and grabbed the backs of his legs, pulling him deeper. I felt it grow even harder inside my mouth until it closed off the air flow to my throat - and it was the most exciting thing I'd ever felt. 

I didn't just suck his big juicy cock. I made love to it; nibbling, licking, sucking. I held it up and sucked his hairy nuts, then licked under them, too. Hungrily, I tried to bite his elusive scrotum until he finally turned around, pulled open his ass cheeks and let me have what I hungered for. 

Licking, biting and sucking his hairy, puckered asshole. I tried forcing my tongue inside, heard him grunt appreciably as he pushed backward, spreading his cheeks even more. Warm, moist musty smelling, I loved it. I finally forced my tongue inside a little ways, loving the total degradation of the act. I'd never felt so nasty - never even thought of doing anything like this to anyone. It should've made me puke, not want it. But I did! I can't explain my actions. 

Randy finally turned back to me, grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my working throat, literally face-fucking me for five minutes. It was like I had no will of my own. I passively let him use me, holding my mouth open, eyes closed, relishing the debasement. Every time I stopped breathing, he'd relent for a few seconds as I gulped air, and then he'd go right back at it again. I wanted it. I wanted to choke on it, wanted him to kill me with his wonderful cock.

Finally, he grunted loudly and shot an awesome load into my mouth, thick, salty, intoxicating. I let it fill my mouth completely, swirling around my tongue, tasting, savoring - and then swallowing frantically as I took it all - something I'd never done to Stu. The depravity of what I was doing suddenly overwhelmed me as I came again - really hard - so hard it felt as if I was shaking to pieces. 

Afterward, I slumped down, whimpering softly, totally spent, but still staring at Randy's semi-hard cock. He picked me up and dumped me unceremoniously on the couch. I remember that I stared up at him defiantly, almost hating him. 

He just smiled and crawled between my open legs, slamming his cock into me again. I didn't move for a while, but then cried out, clutched him between my legs, snaking my arms around his neck as I frantically searched for his tongue.

That long night was a half-remembered blur for me as I slipped between a light coma and frantic, animalistic sex acts. It seemed I spent half the night sucking his cock as it fluctuated between hard and soft. 

At some point during the night I was on my stomach, Randy lying on top of me, probing my anus. There was a sharp pain as the bloated head of his cock entered my never-before-used asshole - but not too badly - and then I was shoving it up to him, suddenly wanting more of his cock inside me. 

I recall that he'd finally cum really hard, deep inside my bowels, and that it had somehow felt warm and comforting as I drifted off again. I don't know how many times he fucked me, only that he used every one of my orifices several times, and that I sucked him until my jaws ached.

I awoke on the couch, the sun shining in my eyes. I was covered with a soft blanket from the hallway closet. My mouth was full of cotton and my head throbbed like I had a bad hang-over. Forcing myself to get up, I stumbled into the bathroom. 

During the short trip to the bathroom, I became aware that my vagina and anus felt sore, raw. So did my tits - my mouth too. I looked like hell in the mirror, like a hung-over street whore. I shuddered as I observed the crusty stuff on my face and in my hair. My thighs were covered with it, too. 

As I showered, I went over the previous evening in my mind. Randy had given me something. That was certain. He'd likely put it in the Goulash. He'd also eaten some of the doctored soup, and that was clear. No man could've done it so long and as many times as he had last night without some kind of artificial stimulant. 

I knew I couldn't prove a thing. He'd just deny it, say I'd wanted it. After all, I'd asked him to bring the goulash over. The whole thing really pissed me off. Besides that, I felt extremely guilty for cheating on Stu. Even if it wasn't my fault. I couldn't tell my husband about it. He'd end up confronting Randy and I'd just come off looking guilty. I'd have to make it up to him somehow. 

To make matters worse, Stu called and said he had to stay another day, which was bad too. It just gave me more time to think about what I'd done. I drew a hot bubbly bath, got a glass of wine and settled into the bubbles. Stu was the only man I'd ever slept with. 

During the four years we'd been married, our sex had been pretty standard stuff; he'd get on top and bang away for a time, then we'd cuddle and go to sleep. Sometimes I climaxed with him, but mostly I didn't, just enjoying the fact I'd made him happy. 

The one exception was the first night we'd moved in. No TV, no stereo, all we'd had was the mattress to occupy us for the evening. Maybe it was the excitement of the new place and new job, but after we'd had sex and cuddled, Stu suddenly rolled me over on my knees and entered me from behind. It was absolutely delicious, a first for us. 

Also a first was that I'd cum again, and it was really good. Twice in one evening, the only time I'd ever done that. By contrast, I must have cum a dozen times with Randy.

I lay back in the hot bath and closed my eyes, speculating about what Randy had put in the goulash, wondering if it would harm me. Probably not, or he wouldn't have taken it too. I almost giggled, sipping the wine. Whatever it was, it'd sure worked. He had used me like his personal whore and I admitted that I'd loved it. 

Now, if I could only get Stu to act like that. In front of my closed eye-lids I could see Randy's large cock inches from my face, and unconsciously licked my lips, parting them a little as I pretended to take that meaty thing inside my mouth again. No harm in a little fantasy. 

One hand found its way under the water to my engorged clit and I stroked it, seeing the images of Randy doing me in every possible way. In less than a minute, I cried out as I came, panting and gasping, harder than I'd ever done during sex with Stu.  

I hung onto the sides of the tub until I caught my breath, then lay back, closed my eyes and found my clit again. I spent a long time in that bath. 

When Stu finally made it home, I had a great meal prepared and a wonderful night planned. I'd already determined I would give him the oral sex he'd always wanted, but that I'd often denied. Maybe I'd even let him do me anally. As I said, I felt really guilty. 

As it was, Stu was asleep almost as soon as he'd finished dinner. He slept for nearly twelve hours. Over the next two weeks, we had sex exactly three times - a forty yard dash each time, during which I climaxed only once. I never even had a chance to do any of those special things I had planned for him. 

Right after that, he left on business again and I was left to contemplate my last three weeks, alone. I also took a lot of hot baths. I wondered where I could get a penis shaped dildo, without running into everybody I knew while shopping for one. I giggled. 

The following morning as I left the condo, I met Randy coming in. It was the first time I'd seen him since he'd taken advantage of me. He looked sheepish as he grinned and said, "Hi. Is Stu back?"

Strangely, I wasn't all that angry with him. "He was. He left again last night."

We stood silently for a moment, neither knowing quite what to say. Then I just blurted out, "That was great goulash. Got any more on it?"