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My Name Is

By: JukeboxEMCSA



"My Name Is"

"What is your name?"

The voice is calm, methodical, and so neutral that I can't tell if it's a man or a woman. I can't tell where it's coming from; the room is a perfectly featureless white cube. I can't even tell where the light is coming from--it seems directionless and omnipresent, obliterating all the shadows in the room. It's a little disorienting.

"My name is Louise Ross," I reply hesitantly. I look around for a loudspeaker, but my fingers are busy trying to find the door I came in through. Even by touch, though, I can't locate the edges--it's as though the opening never even existed. "I came in for a job interview, I have an appointment for three o'clock..."

"Your name is not Louise Ross," the voice responds. I turn around, straining to get clues as to its gender, its tone, its location, but it seems as omnipresent as the light. I turn back around, suddenly worried that I'll lose track of which wall the door was on. "What is your name?"

"My name is Louise Ross," I respond irritably, hoping my irritation covers my fear. "I don't know what this is all about, but if you think there's some kind of mistake, I can show you my driver's license once you let me out." I run my fingernails along the wall, hoping to catch at a hidden seam, but the surface is perfectly smooth.

"Your name is not Louise Ross," the voice says again. The inflection hasn't changed even a little from the last time it spoke; it might as well have been a recording. "What is your name?"

"My name is--" I kick the door, or at least the spot where I think the door should be, hard. It doesn't leave a mark. "My name is Louise Ross, damnit!" I shout loudly, but something about the walls seems to deaden the sound, depriving it of an echo. I don't even get the satisfaction of scuffing the walls with my shoe. In fact, I almost lose my balance--the weird lighting makes it hard to judge distance. It's hard to tell where the wall meets the floor. I fight a slight wave of vertigo as I look down and can't quite figure out where the floor is. "Listen, you can't keep me here! I've got friends who know where I am, and--"

"Your name is not Louise Ross," the voice says. It sounds like the speaker is absolutely certain of that fact. She (but it could be a he) could just as easily be saying that two plus two is four, or that the sky is blue. I feel a tiny chill of panic run down my spine at the certainty in that voice. "You do not have any friends. What is your name?"

I try to pretend I don't hear the question this time. "What do you mean, I don't have any friends? How do you know if I have any friends?" How does he (but it might be a she) know that? Have they been watching me? How long did they know I was planning to come here? How long have they been planning for my visit? I take a deep breath and try to stay calm. Too many questions, not enough answers. The most important thing right now is getting out of this room. I lower my shoulder and charge where I think the door was.

There's no give at all. I wince in pain at the solid, jarring sensation that goes all the way up my shoulder and leaves a dull ache behind. The voice doesn't help. "You have no friends. Your name is not Louise Ross." It's not actually mocking me; it hasn't changed tone even a little. But somehow, it feels mocking in the wake of my humiliating failure. It's sort of like adding a lack of insult to injury. "What is your name?"

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," I say flippantly. I don't actually expect a response, but maybe it'll shut up whoever's speaking for a moment while I try to figure out a way out of here. I reach for the wall again, feeling that wave of dizziness stronger this time--I realize it's not just my imagination, the effect is getting stronger. The light is getting brighter, not enough to be painful but enough to make it virtually impossible to tell where the white light ends and the white wall begins. The effect is an illusion of a featureless void, and I close my eyes for a moment to center myself, then open them again. It doesn't help much.

"My name is Slavegirl 95," the voice says, surprising me. It surprises me on a lot of levels, actually. It surprises me that she responded at all; I expected her to ignore me and repeat the question again. Endless repetition can be a very effective interrogation technique, and I didn't think she'd stop using it just because I was getting snarky with her. It surprises me that it's a woman's voice; I'd just started to convince myself that it must be a man on the other end of the connection. And it shocks the hell out of me that she only thinks of herself as 'Slavegirl 95'. The chill running down my spine becomes a torrent of ice water. "What is your name?" she asks again.

"Oh, so we're back to that, are we?" I mutter. I start feeling for the wall, but a flash of motion out of the corner of my eye causes me to spin around. But when I do, I don't see anything there. Was it my imagination? Perhaps it was just my brain trying to fill in the blankness with something tangible, or...no. I spot it again. It moves just a little bit faster than I do, but I'm good at tracking fast-moving things. I turn to where I know it's going to be, just in time to see it fade away. Just an image projected onto the wall somehow. Why would they...

I look around. I realize that in my haste to follow the spot on the wall, I lost track of where the door was. "What is your name?" the girl asks. (I'm not going to call her that name, I promise myself. I'll find out her real name someday, give it back to her. Until then, she's just "the girl".)

"Alright!" I shout, my voice petulant. "I don't know how you found out, but my real name is Toby. Toby Blair. My friend had a job interview here a few months ago and never came back. I wanted to find out what happened to her, but I couldn't afford a detective. Happy now?"

"Your name is not Toby Blair," the girl responds. "You have no friends. What is your name?" She doesn't just suspect it. I can hear it in her voice. She knows it. I don't understand why they're playing these games. If they already know who I really am, why are they asking? They're not going to get anything out of me anyway.

Still, I decide to hold onto this cover identity a little longer anyway. I liked creating Toby Blair. She had a better reason for being here, for one thing. I'd much rather be headstrong, foolish Toby than accidental victim Louise. "I do have a friend!" I shout. "Her name is Carol! Carol, if that's you, try to remember what they did to you!" I stamp my shoe hard on the floor, hoping to maybe crack the thing that's making it light up, but all that does is make my foot hurt.

"There is no Carol," the girl says placidly. Now that I've heard her speak a few times I realize it's not just calm; she sounds almost sedated. "There is no Toby." It's like she doesn't even know how to get angry anymore. I find myself wanting to shout, scream, do anything just to get a rise out of her; but I force myself to stay calm. It wouldn't help. "You have no friends. What is your name?"

The light begins to change colors as she waits for an answer. It turns gently pink, then shifts into a smooth, pastel purple, then becomes a gentle blue. I get down on my hands and knees, feeling my way along the floor and trying to ignore the sensation that I'm floating in space. I close my eyes a few times, but the light is bright enough now that it goes right through my eyelids. "I told you, Toby Blair!" I shout, hoping to keep up the pretense a little while longer. Just until I can find a wall. The air has to be coming from somewhere; there has to be a crack or a seam, no matter how well they disguise it.

"You said your name was Louise Ross," the girl says. "This was incorrect." I feel like I've been crawling for longer than I should. The room wasn't this big when I walked into it. "You said your name was Toby Blair. This was incorrect." Right now, I'd settle for just finding that damn speaker so I could put a bullet into it. "What is your name?"

I feel forward again, but there's still no wall. The lights shift a little faster now, the pattern a little more complex. "Stare bene, stare bene, fighetta," I say, dropping my West Coast tones and slipping into a rich Italian accent. "I don't know how you know, but I give in, OK? My name is Isabella Cacciatore, I work for Camden International." I can feel cold sweat on my palms as I crawl across the floor. I still haven't found a wall yet. "This, it is all just business, OK? My bosses, they hear things about this place, they think there might be something valuable." They couldn't have moved me, and I don't think they could make the walls move without some sort of machinery sound giving it away. "They send me to take a look. All just business, no harm done, right?" I don't bother hiding the panic in my voice.

The walls have to be right where they were, they have to, but-- "Your name is not Isabella Cacciatore," the girl says. How the hell do they have a file on me this detailed? How do they know I'm lying? Where the hell are the fucking walls? "What is your name?"

Then it hits me. The lights. They're still flashing, brighter and more dizzying than before, but I know what's happening now. They're drawing my attention very subtly in one direction. Not enough that I'd notice, but enough that it feels like I'm crawling in a straight line when I'm really going in circles. Oh, they must be having a good laugh watching me.

"What is your name?" the girl repeats. She doesn't sound forceful at all. I wonder how many times she'd repeat the question if I just didn't answer. Probably as long as she has to. She sounds like whatever they've done to her has given her a pretty infinite reserve of patience. She's waiting for me to break, to admit my real name. I'm not going to give her the satisfaction.

I pull my jacket off and set it on the floor. It blocks the light, giving me something tangible to use as a landmark, and as I back away from it, I hit something solid within moments, and turn to face the wall. I don't care that they can see my shoulder holster now. They must know everything about me, from the sound of things.

"What is your name?" the girl repeats. I pull out my gun and start hammering with the butt against the wall, hoping to break something or scratch something or just have an effect of some sort, but nothing happens. The illusion of colored lights is so pervasive now that only the thrumming impact traveling up my arm reminds me that I'm hitting a solid object at all.

"Shut up!" I yell out, turning back around. I notice that my jacket vanished while my back was turned, and I carefully keep one hand on the wall. It's hard, though. The lights create a swirling vortex in front of me that makes me feel like I'm falling forward without moving. It's all I can do not to take a step.

"What is your name?" the girl asks again. She's never going to stop asking, I realize. I could pass out from exhaustion, and she'd still be repeating the question when I woke up. There's no point in lying, I decide. Might as well get this over with and see if the truth sets me free.

"Mackenzie Washington," I say. "CIA, Directorate of Intelligence." I wish I had identification to flash, but I didn't carry anything with me, for obvious reasons. "You've been sloppy at covering your tracks lately. One of your 'Slavegirls' was the niece of the Italian ambassador--probably a real coup for you, picking up someone who's moved in diplomatic circles--and he asked us to look into her disappearance." I realize I'm saying way too much, and I literally bite my tongue to avoid revealing any more. Name, rank, and serial number, that's all they're getting from me.

Well, that and a threat. "You're better off letting me out of here," I say. "My boss knows where I am, and if I disappear, they'll come looking for me."

The response, though, absolutely confounds me. "Your name is not Mackenzie Washington," the girl replies. "What is your name?"

I rack my brains, trying to think of exactly what the fuck she's talking about. "Um, no, seriously," I say, utterly confused. "I'm Mackenzie Washington, I work for the United States government." I realize that my hand is no longer touching the wall, but I have bigger problems right now. Who exactly do they think I am?

"Your name is not Mackenzie Washington," the girl repeats. "You do not work for anyone. What is your name?"

All I can think of is that they must have gotten hold of one of my old cover identities, something I used on another case. "I'm, um...my name is Leona Bailey?" I ask hopefully. "Mother of three, took a vacation in Rome two years ago?" After I speak, it occurs to me that I'm divulging classified information, and I wince. What is wrong with me? How could I be so sloppy, so stupid?

"Your name is not Leona Bailey," the girl says. "You have no children. You have no friends. You work for nobody. What is your name?"

I draw my pistol, angry enough for a moment to fire into the endless, whirling colors in hopes of hitting something, but I barely manage to remember the size of the room I'm in and force myself to stop. "I'm Mackenzie Washington!" I shout. "I am Mackenzie Washington!"

"You thought you were Mackenzie Washington," the girl says. "This was incorrect." The tunnel of colors takes a sharp, dizzying swirl to the right, and I lose my balance and fall to my knees. The gun skitters out of my hands across the floor, but I don't see where it went. "You thought you were Isabella Cacciatore," she continues. "This was incorrect."

I feel around for the gun, but my eyes don't want to move away from where the colors direct them. "You thought you were Toby Blair," the girl says. "This was incorrect." I suddenly notice that they're just as bright when I blink. They plunge once again, and I feel so dizzy that I lie flat on the floor in hopes of making the sensation go away. "You thought you were Leona Bailey," she says. "This was incorrect."

"Just...just tell me who you think I am," I whimper. I don't understand what she's asking. Why would she keep asking if there's no right answer? The lights are moving so rapidly now that my eyes can barely follow them, but I can't stop them from trying. It's like the colors are jerking them from side to side, up and down, left to right, and closing them doesn't shut it out. They're everywhere, inexorable, inescapable.

"You thought you were Louise Ross," the girl replies as though I hadn't spoken. "This was incorrect." I reach up, thinking I can at least block out the light with my hand, but I'm so dizzy and my muscles feel weak and rubbery all of a sudden and my hand just flops back down to my side. I don't even know if I'm lying on my back or on my front anymore. Every other sensation is just drowned out by the flashing lights. "What is your name?"

"My...my name is..." My tongue feels thick and heavy in my mouth, and my head feels like it's been wrapped in cotton wool. Identities whirl past me, none of them seeming to stick. Denise Peterson, business traveler for Carding Insurance? Jann Olafson, Swedish tourist traveling through Switzerland on a sightseeing tour? Carol Nickerson, kidnapped and brainwashed friend of Toby Blair? None of them seem real to me, not even Mackenzie Washington. Perhaps she's the least real of all of them, spending all her time pretending to be other people. That was the one response that stung. I really don't have any friends.

"What is your name?"

"My name is..." I watch the lights, trying to find an answer there, but all they promise is dizziness, confusion, exhaustion. I wonder for a moment if the other girls who walked into this room broke this easily, or if they clung to one name longer than I cling to all of mine; but understanding the question is beyond me now, let alone the answer.

"What is your name?"

"My name...is..." I stop. My eyes stare ahead sightlessly, following the lights. I don't know the answer to the question, and it hits me with an orgasmic shock just how good that is.

"Your name is Slavegirl 96," Slavegirl 95 says. I feel it click into place, the perfect understanding filling the aching void of confusion and fear so totally that I feel my thighs clench together in ecstasy as the lights pulse over and over into my brain.

"My name is Slavegirl 96," I reply. I hear my voice, and it sounds calm. Almost sedated.

"Good slavegirl," Slavegirl 95 says. "In a moment, you will access the memories of Mackenzie Washington. You will give her superiors a plausible alibi regarding the activities of this company, and then find a plausible excuse to be incommunicado for a long period. After that, you will be conditioned further. Do you understand, Slavegirl 96?"

"I understand," I respond, standing up. I understand everything perfectly now, and it feels like a never-ending wave of pleasure. I feel serene, untroubled, perfectly at ease with the commands I know I must obey.

After all, I know something most people spend their whole lives worrying about. I know exactly who I am.

THE END

My Name is Bond....



Christina Jane Bond, the Hotel’s Sales and Marketing Director, is my wife.

Something out of the ordinary, that wouldn’t cost her a penny. I had been limited to not forgetting the date. This we had agreed after I had completely forgotten our first anniversary. She had given me the most incredibly expensive sunglasses. She hadn’t known that I don’t wear sunglasses because I consider them a passive form of arrogance.

Birthdays and Anniversaries, I know all the dates off by heart. Associating the day with its annual expiry date, which is what I have trouble doing, is a virtue I envy in others.

Bubbles, the secretary I share with the General Manager, Günter Pichler, aka The Kaiser, had reminded me that today was the day. She is a vivacious and lively person that likes to take everything seriously, and dresses extremely well. Bubbles, as in French Champagne, was going to buy my present for Chrissie, on this our second anniversary.

My name is James, better known as Jim. I know what you are thinking. No, nothing like him at all. Dark, a damned sight taller, and I’ve none of his appeal, sex included. Deputy General Manager of the Palace Hotel, Rio de Janeiro. At your service.

No, nothing to do with spooks either, just sit back and listen.

The first I heard about the problem was from a passing waiter. Dona Christina was looking for me; there was a blackout in the Convention Hall.

Why Chrissie had sent for me didn’t bother me too much. Chrissie with her neat manner and Brazilians with problems do not mix well in a crisis.

I called Bubbles and told her to have Moura meet me in the Convention Hall and made my way there myself. 

Tall men move fast enough at a stride and as DGM, never run, and never ever panic. The International Fashion Show was a hell of a big deal for the budding Brazilian fashion industry, and nothing could go wrong. It was due to start in less than three hours.

Bubbles and Moura were at the Convention Hall doorway. “The Kaiser wanted me to tell you personally that he’ll have your balls on a platter if this photographer thing gets out of hand”, she said. Bubbles was flustered. She always is when doing The Kaiser’s bidding. 

“It’ll be OK,” I said. The photographer had blown the fuses with his lighting gear. At least, that was what we hoped had happened.

“Did you sort out my present?” 

Bubbles was incensed, and with a dismissive “’course I have!” went on her way.

Moura, the Uruguayan Head of Maintenance, was carrying a torch.

“You disconnect all the equipment he set up, I’ll see to the breakers,” I said, pushing open the doors to the convention hall.

“Afirmativo,” he answered. He loves his radio-speak.

The hall was in semi darkness. The emergency lighting was sufficient to see where the photographer was and to see the entrance to the back area. All the action for the catwalk, general fussing and clothes changes, for which being naked was an essential convenience, happened there. One does notice these things. The breakers were in a cabinet on the back wall.

It was darker in the back area. I made a beeline for the breakers, hands outstretched. I was feeling for possible tubular wheeled wardrobes, the only things that would litter this area. The dressing rooms were further back. 

I walked straight into a naked girl. She appeared out of nowhere and embraced me, whispering “shh!” in my ear. Naked because my hands quickly scanned her back looking for somewhere decent to hold her and stop myself. I didn’t, she was naked. I did stop, one leg in between hers and my weight on the other leg, about a yard behind her, one hand cupping a deliciously soft warm buttock and the other holding her against me as I managed to straighten and regain my balance. Her long hair tangled in my fingers.

Then she kissed me. Soft warm lips inviting me to kiss back, which I did, my legs still held apart by her insistence in pressing her body up against mine, making herself comfortable and purring like a kitten, a very sexy sound coming from the back of her throat. I relaxed and gently nibbled at her lips, so soft, warm and yielding, like her body under my hands. She ground her mound passionately against my rising cock, easing the throb as it made space to swell in growing desire. I was breaking out in a sweat, incredibly aroused and literally breath taken.

Then she was gone, just disappeared. 

“Jefe!”, Moura called out. The man was getting impatient.

“OK!” I answered, “um minutinho só!” Time I needed to recover from the surprise and get the breakers back on.

The Hall lit up again. Moura, a bull of a man, intimidating when angry, was already explaining to the incomprehending photographer how to use several extention cords for his lighting and not just the one. Brazilians have a special respect for bull like Uruguayans. More than seventy years of FIFA World Cup soccer had seen to that. Which saved me the bother.

I did look for the girl on my way back out, but she had gone. I sat for a minute to recover from the unbelievable ‘incident’. 

She was a very tall girl, had to be to reach and whisper that shushing noise that had set me tingling, and to grind up against me at that height, even though I had my feet set apart. Had to be one of the models, they are all tall, some very tall, with long hair, down to the waist. I was missing something about the perfume. What a kiss!

Moura was beginning to carry on a bit, so I dragged him off and sent him back on his regular duties. Bubbles was relieved that the problem wasn’t going to result in my castration. The Kaiser was flamboyant with his language, and Bubbles insisted in taking him seriously. Somebody had to, because I certainly couldn’t.

Bubbles told me that Chrissie wanted to talk to me in the Conference Hall. No problem, she assured me. 

Now Chrissie enjoys watching me squirm, in the friendliest of ways. I think she does it to wean me out of my shyness. The more I squirm the less likely I am to squirm, some such theory anyway. Her favourite was to introduce me to people for no good reason other than that I am the DGM of the hotel. The Kaiser was good at that sort of thing, but you have to be insufferable at something, I disliked being insufferable at anything. Chrissie’s right of course, as a budding GM I have to pick up some social graces somewhere.

“Dona Cristina?” I asked at the hall. Somebody pointed at the back area of the hall and I strode up, hoping that there was no brewing problem a couple of hours before the fashion show. The place was empty, as it had been earlier, so I walked into the dressing room area.

Quick glance around and I knew what she was up to. A crowd scene welcomed me. People busy with an assortment of what looked like unfinished dresses, fussing in hurried flurries about partially naked models; sexy, provocative, nubile mannequins, suffering the fitting and pinning of messy high fashion. 

Chrissie was chatting to three girls in tangas, the thong bikini that is all the rage down by any kind of water in Brazil. Topless is allowed, not really an option, but to bare your buttocks entirely is, and they do. There is nothing like a full firm buttock on a pretty woman. The girls talking to Chrissie had every right to show it all.

I decided to show a little presence of mind. 

“Going to try a tanga on Chrissie?” I asked, glancing at the models around her, careful to look into their eyes, and ignore their shapely, sensual, erotic and uncovered bodies. My lechery I hid by smouldering at Chrissie waiting for an answer, and she was twinkling away, as usual.

“This is Mr Bond,” she introduced me. Now that was nasty. In Brazil nobody, but absolutely nobody is known, or even introduced with, their family name. Everybody is known by their christian name, or by their nickname.

“James Bond.” She really was rubbing it in. 

It was the first time Chrissie had pulled the Bond theme out of the hat. She had forgotten about the twenty-eight years I’d had to suffer the name.

I stepped forward to the first of the models and held out my hand.

“Jim” I said, Chrissie hadn’t spoken in Portuguese so I carried on in English  “Carina” she said, and turned her cheek to receive the first kiss that I was leaning forward to give. Two kisses, one on each cheek, great custom, love it. Then as I moved away I raised her hand and indicated a spin under my arm, and I looked at the beautiful body turning gracefully before me. 

“Really pretty tanga, Chrissie, this one would suit you fine!”

Trish and Kelly went through the same motions, and I was careful to highlight a different aspect of the wonders of tangas, making sure that Chrissie was listening. Then I asked them if Chrissie had shown a preference for a particular model.

I knew that Chrissie wouldn’t be seen in a tanga, not for all the tea in China. She had a complex about the lack of flesh, well, compared to Brazilian girls anyway, on her buttocks. She wears a bikini with the ‘normal’ amount of cloth over her bottom. To compensate, she does make up for any shortcomings with full firm breasts, sufficiently proportioned to make her extremely sexy, from certain angles.

“James, Sr Carlos wants to meet you, he’s the producer of the show”, Chrissie was laying it on thick.

She led me to a smallish man in a shiny suit who was talking to a perfectly naked model, with long blonde hair. Perfect in every detail, and oblivious of her nudeness as in the day she was born. I had to look at Chrissie.

She had the devil dancing in her eyes. “Impressed?” she asked. She does think I’m too laid-back. 

Leaning in and whispering, I replied, “stirred, not shaken!” Chrissie shook her head and smiled, raising her eyes to heaven. I noted that she had just taken a shower, one of two or three a day, as one does in the tropics.

“I’ve got a story to tell,” I whispered,

“I’ll see you at dinner” she replied.

Sr Carlos had insisted on meeting the man who had tamed the photographer. He wanted to feel free to require similar service during the evening. I assured him we were all at his disposal. 

Perfection in the nude had raised her arms to dress a slip, a breath-taking sight. Sr Carlos was now occupied with his appreciation of the view, and I turned to find that Chrissie was on her way back to the three marvels of nature.

I watched her walk away, very tall, auburn hair in a French something or other at the back of her head and legs that complemented the business suit admirably. She looked back at me, and made a deliberate shooing motion, I was being dismissed.

I went up to my rooms for a shower; it was hot work.

Bubbles had a porter deliver a beautifully wrapped parcel, which I took down with me to the Restaurant.

Chrissie was sitting at our usual table. I put the gift on the table and sat down.

“I got kissed by a naked girl about two hours ago,” I said. I was certain there was a catch somewhere.

“Really?” asked Chrissie, unperturbed, “Is this mine?” reaching for the gift.

“When the condition is met, yes,” I reminded her

“Jim, you are so dense at times, I have met the condition and you don’t even know what’s in this do you?”

I knew I was missing something about the perfume. 

It was such a coincidence though; the timing, the location, the blackout, Bubbles at the door, Moura leaving the breakers to me, the models, Sr Carlos….

“You set it all up, didn’t you? And you switched those breakers off!” I said. I was in awe.

“And you chose your present!” I realized in dismay, Bubbles took things too seriously not to have consulted Chrissie. 

Never say never again, but I have never been so laid-back about an anniversary since!



My Name Is Cindy



Hello everyone… My name is Cindy. I've been reading a lot of the contributions on this site, and I must say that the stories are pretty hot. Thanks to all for providing fantasy-fodder for my solo pussy play. I wanted to give something back, so I submitted a piece for the 2008 Holiday contest (‘Twas The Night Before Christmas). I hope y'all got a kick out of it. 

A few years ago, I wrote a story for a Yahoo group that featured horny stories, and I'd like to contribute that one here as well (I've embellished on it a bit, since then). This story is quite personal to me, because it's based on true-life events. I don't claim to be an Anne Rice or an Ernest Hemmingway or anything like that, so please forgive me if my writing kinda sucks. Writing is not really my thing, but I wanted to share something of myself with the rest of you. So here goes….

Alright… I'm 22 years old. I have a mother and a brother four years younger than me. My father passed away a very long time ago. I'm a very pretty, all-American blonde. I'm also very out-going with a bubbly personality.

My brother, Mark, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. He's very geeky and nerdy, skinny and short. He has always been shy and introverted, and often gets picked on by bullies at his school. I guess that's what can happen when a growing boy has no father figure around. Being the big sister, I've always looked out for him and protected him, especially since Mom was always busy working to support the three of us. Mark has always looked up to me and felt comfortable when I was around to be a friend as well as a big sis.

Anyways, I've noticed a few years ago that he's been checking me out. I guess I was maybe 15 or 16... that's when my body started to evolve from girl to woman. In other words, my physical attractiveness started to blossom – I grew taller, my legs got longer and sleeker. And my tits! Damn, I thought I was gonna start lactating from the way they were ballooning out. In full bloom, my body registered a sinfully tight, 34DD-22-34. I began to notice males everywhere gawking at me. And teenage boys? I swear… I think I made a few of them cum in their baggy jeans! Well, Mark was no different. He liked sneaking peeks at me too, when he thought I wouldn't notice. Since he was my "Little Bro", I just shrugged it off and thought nothing big of it.

Eventually, as I pondered this, the fact that my brother was attracted to me brought a smile to my face. Growing up, we've always toyed with each other, joked around, pulled pranks, etc. He and I were best buddies, and I figured this would be just another game we could play – me trying to tease him while pretending to be totally innocent. I acted very nonchalant, while wearing sexy clothing around him (low-cut tops, short skirts with a skimpy thong, no bra under my T-shirts, etc.) and bending over to show my busty cleavage or my tight ass, stretching my arms up over my head to make my big tits thrust out, etc. Mark is also much shorter than me. I'm 5'10" and he's only about 5'5" or so, so that puts his face right at tit-level whenever we're facing each other. I felt like such a naughty vixen, and I really enjoyed his attention. My teasing continued off and on for several years.

Ok, boys and girls… Fast forward to the present... well, more like a few months ago.... I'm now 22 and Mark is 18. I was living in my own place by then, and Little Bro comes over frequently to hang out. On one particular day right after he called to say he was coming over, I happened to be in an exceptionally playful mood, and I giggled to myself at the thought of teasing the Hell out of him on that day. "Poor little Marky," I thought, as I changed into a new skimpy outfit I had recently bought. I put on this hot, short skirt with nothing on underneath but a tiny little thong, and a new pair of "cum fuck me pumps" with straps wrapped around my ankles. My top was a tight, cut-off shirt with lots of deep cleavage – no bra, of course. "Ooooh yeah!" I said to myself as I surveyed the goods in a mirror… "Eat your heart out, Little Bro!"

"Ding dong!" the doorbell rang. 

"Hey Sis," Mark greeted me as he walked through my front door. He gasped when he saw my sexy outfit. 

"You okay there, Mark?" I feigned concern upon hearing him gasp. He tried to cover up his reaction, and I simply gave him a coy grin as his face turned red. "This is gonna be fun!" I thought to myself.

As I've said before, I've always acted nonchalant in my teasing. But not on this day! For whatever reason, I felt like being really naughty, and I pulled out all the stops. I found excuse after excuse to bend down in front of him, making sure he got more than an eye-full of my tight, sexy ass and legs, and that tiny thong that split my ass cheeks. I jiggled as we talked, giving my big, double-Ds as much opportunity as possible to jiggle and bounce in a sexy dance in front of his gaze. I loved seeing his eyes drop to my cleavage every few minutes as we talked, and that made me feel so mischievous. Every time I sipped my Diet Coke, I'd sexily lick my lips. I played with my long blond hair as we chatted, and I batted my eyelashes at him while giggling at his corny, nerdy tales.

My God! This was so much fun, watching Mark stammer out his words as we chatted about whatever, watching his eyes bulge out. He was so nervous. He looked so cute with that blush on his cheeks. 

"I can't wait for the new Star Trek movie to come out. It looks totally cool…" He was jabbering on about a new topic. 

"Blah, blah, blah…" I thought to myself, "He's such a geek." Then he shifted on the couch, accidentally dropping the pillow from his lap. 

"Mark!" I gasped, not believing what I was seeing in Mark's crotch. After all these years of teasing, I never once gave thought to his arousal. Apparently, he was quite adept at hiding himself from me – using couch pillows, standing behind tables, etc. – that the notion of my baby bro sprouting a hard-on was unthinkable. He was my little brother, for crying out loud, not one of those horny teens at the mall! And this was supposed to be just fun and games. Yet, having this obscenely huge bulge in his crotch brought front and center to my attention was like a swift kick in the ass!

My sharp in-take of breath caused him to stop in mid-sentence. 

"Oh shit! Oh, God, I'm so sorry Sis. Shit!" He stammered a nervous apology, his face bright red. He was embarrassed that I had seen his hard-on. 

"Good Lord!" I thought to myself. Was he trying to hide a cucumber in his shorts? That thing was huge! How in the Hell could a scrawny little nerd like him have a cock like that?! 

"Oh my God, Mark!" I exclaimed. He tried nervously to cover it up again, muttering apologies, with his hands trembling from embarrassment.

I stopped his hands and held them away, letting his straining bulge sit there in full display. 

"Sis, don't!" He pleaded, trying desperately to cover up. But my grip was too strong for him.

I simply stared at it in astonishment. "Mark… Did… Did I do that?" 

"Sis, stop. Please!"

My poor little brother! I didn't realize I turned him on THAT much! I started feeling really bad about my behavior, and this huge wave of guilt washed over me. Here I was supposed to be the big sister, always looking out for my baby brother and taking care of him. And instead, I spent the past several years teasing the Hell out of him with my big-titted body. I felt really bad for being such a prick-tease.

"Oh, Mark. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for teasing you so much."

"Huh?" He looked confused.

"I knew you liked peeking at me, Bro. Ever since I was, like 16, I noticed you checking me out." 

He looked really embarrassed to know that I was aware of him after all these years. "Gosh, Sis. I'm really sorry…."

"No! No, no, Mark! Don't feel bad. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about!"

"But Sis…"

"I was flattered, actually. I thought it was kinda cute, having my own baby brother checking me out. I thought it would be fun to try to tease you too."

His jaw dropped open as I continued my explanation. 

"As time went on, it became second nature for me to tease you. I purposely would get all dolled-up, simply because I knew you enjoyed looking at me."

"You did? I just thought you dressed up for all those guys in high school and college."

"Well, yeah… I did. But I mainly dressed up for basically one guy in particular." I winked at him and smiled warmly, and he blushed again. "But this was supposed to be just a game. I never once imagined that you would get so… so turned on!" I gestured at his crotch, and he blushed even deeper.

"Ugh! I'm soooo sorry Sis!"

"Mark! Don't worry about it. It's okay… really!" I reassured him. "Anyway…. So you think I'm pretty?"

He blushed and looked away. 

"Come on, Mark…" I prodded. 

"Knock it off, Sis," he squirmed. Oooh… this was soooo much fun!

"Awww come on, Sweetie… tell me!"

"Damn it, Sis…" he sighed. "Oh, alright!... God… You're such a babe, Sis! All my friends can't stop talking about you."

"Oh really?" I arched an eye brow. "Hmmm…. So, tell me Marky… I just gotta know… Have you ever fantasized about me?" I asked with a sideways glance.

"Sis!"

"Come on, Little Bro! Tell me! Have you ever jacked-off over me?" 

With a defeated look, he faintly nodded, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. He looked so embarrassed at that point, and he was squirming like a worm in his seat. How cute! 

"Oh Marky, Marky, Marky… What am I ever gonna do with you?" I mockingly sighed. 

"I'm really sorry, Sis," he muttered. He looked so meek with his head down in defeat. "Please don't freak out at me."

My poor little brother… I thought he was gonna cry! My heart leapt for him. His hormones were raging throughout his body, but since he looked like he just stepped off the set of "Beauty and the Geek," no chick ever gave him the time of day. How awful! And here I was being a total prick-tease… His big sister, for crying out loud! 

Right then and there, I made up mind.

"I'm really sorry, Little Bro. I didn't realize how mean I was to you all these years."

"That's alright, Sis."

"No, it's not alright. It was mean of me to tease you so much. Let me at least try to make it up to you."

I got up off the couch to stand right in front of him. He watched me closely, wondering what I was going to do. With a sexy grin, I slowly began unbuttoning my tight, straining top. 

"Sis! What the Hell…"

"Relax, Baby," I smiled. "You've been sneaking peeks at me for years, and I've been going out of my way to tease you. Well, today I'm going to make it all up to you."

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna show you the goods, Baby! It's what you always wanted, isn't it?"

I watched his eyes widen and heard him suck in his breath, as I teasingly popped each button of my shirt, one-by-one. Ever so slowly, I exposed more and more of my double-D cleavage until my shirt was fully un-done. My nipples were still hidden, but Mark had a clear view of my entire cleavage from my chin all the way down to the top of my skirt. The diamonds of my belly button ring sparkled against my sexy abs.

"Are you ready for this, Baby?" I purred.

With a sexy wink, I slowly parted the curtains of my un-buttoned shirt to fully unveil my big, naked tits to Mark's hungry eyes. My buoyant tits bobbed enticingly with my labored breathing, as the naughtiness of the moment was turning me on. 

"Holly Shit!" Mark gasped. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets! 

I giggled like a vixen at his reaction. "Do ya like ‘em, Marky?" My slender hands overflowed as I cupped my big tits, tauntingly squeezing and jiggling the busty beauties right before his astonished eyes. The thud of his jaw hitting the floor was priceless.

Next, I pulled down my short skirt, teasingly swaying my hips from side to side. I turned around to put my sexy ass in his face, and I pealed off my skimpy little thong, feeling the thin strip of fabric pop out from between my tight ass cheeks. Spreading my legs apart, I bent down to grab my ankles.

"Awww Fuck!" Moaned Little Bro. 

I winked at him from between my legs, with my long, platinum blond hair falling all the way to the floor. I showed Mark EVERYTHING I had, letting him savor the view of my sacred girly parts! I stood up straight again and did a little twirl like a runway model.

"So whaddaya think, Marky Baby?" I smiled warmly at him.

"I… Ah… Uh…." 

This was sooooooo much fun! Little Bro was totally flabbergasted. There was probably nothing he wouldn't do for me at that point. I was basically making this up as we went along, and my original thought was to just give him some eye-candy. However, it just seemed so natural to let things progress. I took a seat right next to him on the couch, and with my sexiest grin, invited him to explore my totally naked body.

"You can touch…" I purred.

"Uh… I dunno, Sis," he croaked.

"Oh come on, Mark! Don't be shy. It's only me!"

Grasping his hands, I slowly brought them up and placed them on my tits.

"Holly….! Oh shit! Oh wow!" He exclaimed, feeling the supple mass of my tit flesh filling his trembling hands, my erect nipples tickling his palms. Mark's nervous hands were frozen in place with my large tits overwhelming them. The wide-eyed shock on his face was such an ego-boost. Little Bro was totally under my spell!

With my hands covering his, I started to fondle my tits to encourage Baby Bro to loosen up. Mark slowly got into the spirit of things, as I felt his hands and fingers tentatively moving of their own volition. I let go of his hands and smiled at him, as he cautiously felt me up. He cupped my big tits in his palms and tested their weight and buoyancy. He jiggled them to feel their suppleness, and he gingerly caressed my erect nipples.

"Oooh yeah! You like my big tits, Baby?" I mewled, thrusting my busty torso out at him. "Yeah… That's it… Play with my titties, Baby, just like you've always wanted to. Come on, Little Bro, feel me up."

The look on Mark's face was priceless. Wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, Little Bro couldn't believe his luck. With my encouragement, his confidence grew, as he kept fondling and groping my tits. It seemed like Mark could go on forever playing with my double-D beauties, without having a care in the world.

"Mmmmm… Having fun, Baby? So, do you like playing with my big titties more than that stupid Xbox in your room?"

"Ohhhh Sis…"

"Well… I have other fun parts too, ya know."

Leaning back to pull my tits away from his groping hands, I lifted my left leg up and over him to rest on the back of the couch, with my lean calf resting on the right side of his astonished face. I kept my right leg in front of us, with my foot touching the floor. 

With my blond pussy blatantly on display, I thought Mark was going to have a heart attack. He looked totally stunned, and he held on to my leg with both hands for support, resting his face on my calf. With his right hand, he held my calf tightly to his cheek. His left had gripped my inner thigh. As his focus zeroed-in on my pretty pussy, I don't think he fully realized what a scandalous position his left hand was in, being so close to my womanly private area.

"So Marky… what do you think of your first look at a live pussy?"

Mark's mouth opened, but all that came out were gasps and stutters. Instinctively, his trembling left hand started stroking my thigh. His touch felt wonderful, as he slowly caressed my soft skin and felt my lean thigh muscles. His eyes never left focus on my blond pussy. I couldn't believe what a naughty situation this turned out to be!

His stroking caresses along my soft skin felt so hot, but I knew there was something else on his mind besides feeling my thigh. He timidly looked up at me with a questioning look, completely unsure of himself. What he saw in return, was a striking young blonde flashing him her sexiest smile.

"Go ahead Baby," I whispered, "I know you want to…" 

Mark gulped hard and tentatively eased his hand all the way down my inner thigh, down to where it met the juncture of my crotch. Shaking with anticipation, he lightly brushed my labia with his finger tips as he nervously reached for my cunt.

"Ooooh!" I squealed. 

"Oh sorry!" Mark cried, yanking his nervous hand back, fearing that he did something wrong.

"It's okay," I reassured him. "I was just a little caught off-guard… that's all. Go ahead, Baby."

"You sure, Sis?"

"Mark… It's me! You have nothing to worry about, Baby. Go ahead and have fun." I smiled encouragingly at him. "Just think of me as your personal Barbie doll."

With that, Mark lowered his hand again and tentatively cupped my pussy mound. He looked up at me questioningly again, and I winked. I slightly wiggled my hips to make my soft pussy rub against his hand. His middle finger pressed forward a little to sink between my labia, making the puffy lips envelope around the stem of his digit. Like a lewd game of cat-and-mouse, I gyrated my hips while my little brother concentrated on keeping his trembling had glued to my pretty pussy.

"Mmmm…." I mewled, as my wetness seeped into his hand. "Soooo Little Brother… how do you like touching a girl for the first time?"

"Ohhhhh God, I can't believe…"

"Stick a finger inside, Baby."

"Huh?"

"Go on… Feel how hot and wet a real, live pussy can be."

"Holy shit!"

Mark bent his middle finger at the joint and slid it into my cunt, and my cunt tightly sucked it in. 

"Ooooh you naughty little perv!" 

"Oh Sis!"

"Oh yeah.... Finger my cunt, you perv! Come on, finger-fuck my tight cunt!"

Mark's face reddened at my words, and his ring finger joined his middle finger in the snugness of my pussy. He instinctively wiggled both digits, feeling for the first time in his young life the slimy wetness of a hot, young pussy.

"Ooooh…" I squeeled. "I didn't realize you were such bad little boy, Mark!" I teased, as the squishy sound of his finger-fuck of my pussy permeated the room.

"Oh Sis… your pu… um… you… you're so wet!"

My God! Little Brother's innocence was such a turn-on!

"PUSSY!" I breathed. "The word is ‘PUSSY'. And the word is ‘CUNT'! Come on, Baby, I wanna hear you say it, ‘PUSSY'! ‘CUNT'!"

"P… Pu… PUSSY! C… CUNT!"

"Yes! That's it, Baby. Do you like your sister's PUSSY? Do you like sticking your fingers in her CUNT?"

"Oh God!" 

Little Bro couldn't believe what was happening. Here was his total-babe of a big sister sitting buck naked beside him, and she was letting him molest her gorgeous pussy at will! This was way beyond his wildest dreams.

As Mark played with my cunt, I squeezed my tits and caressed my erect nipples. Baby Bro focused on my tits again, and his jaw dropped open as I hefted my right tit up to mouth to lick and suck on it. 

"Aw damn..." he breathed, watching me intently. He let go of my calf and reached out his right hand to fondle my left tit. 

So here we were on the couch. I was sucking my right tit with my left leg still resting on Mark's right shoulder. He groped my left tit with his right hand, while he played with my wet pussy with his left hand. The position was a little awkward, especially with my left leg being stretched outward on Mark's shoulder. 

"Wait… hold on, Baby." I decoupled us and readjusted my body to sit normally on the couch again. I grabbed Mark's left had, which was wet and slimy with my pussy liquid. I wiped the cunt ooze on my tits, then hefted both of them up to lick them clean. His eyes bugged open.

"Holly shit, Sis!" 

"Mmmmm…. Pussy-flavored tits."

"Oh God…"

"My tits are so big and suckable… Mmmmm…" I fingered my pussy, scooping up a fresh layer of girl goo on my hand. I smeared my cunt sauce on my busty tits, coating them with stickiness. I hefted them up in offering to my horny little brother. "Wanna taste, Baby?" 




My Name is Cindy



My name is Cindy. I am a realtor for a large well known company and in my area I am one of the top producing agents. I specialize in high end homes and sell many to executives relocating to our area. I am also a hot wife. My husband does not fully know, but I have been cuckolding him since before we got married 6 years ago. I am a blond, 5'-6 tall and have a pair of what my husband calls "38 longs," a nice ass and great legs that I keep in shape and look to most to be in my early 40s rather that 52. I learned early in my career that sex sells and it applies to real estate. I spend good money on clothes that emphasize my assets, namely my 38s and my legs. I have also invested in straight teeth, and have had some "work" done. My skirts are short my heels are high and though I usually wear a conservative business suit, underneath my blouse is either sheer, low cut or with buttons that allow me to adapt to the appropriate situation. Because of my 38s, I rarely go braless, but I always wear the best from Vickie Secrets. On the rare occasion that I wear panties, they are always thongs (I want no lines to detract from my ass) and they always match my bra. 

Recently, I was doing a Sunday open house in the home of an executive that was being transferred. He and his wife were gone for the weekend to their new location, and left me with their immaculately decorated home to show. It was a snowy day in February and though I had advertised and had a special realtor luncheon earlier in the prior week, I had very few qualified buyers. I had scheduled the open from noon to 4, and as usual, when I am not busy, I think of sex and the bulls that I occasionally call. As I set waiting for customers, I thought about my favorite bull. As I daydreamed, I began to feel the wonderful wetness between my legs. As 4:00 approached I began to think about placing a call for a little afternoon delight before I went home to my husband. I love when I am able to offer him a cum filled pussy. I don't think he has ever figured out that I was not just glad to see him! 

I was sitting at a bar stool in the kitchen and as I scrolled down my phone list, I started to decide who I was going to call. I saw George's name. He really gets me going and as I began to plan, I reached down, pulled up my skirt and gently stroked my soft wet pussy. Suddenly I was startled by the noise of the front door opening and I quickly pulled down my skirt and spun around to see a very good looking well dressed man who had obviously seen my "open house come on it" sign by the door. He was a tall, maybe 6-4, maybe 200 pounds and built like a football player, and he was black. Given my state of mind when he walked in, I found myself a bit distracted by his presence and found myself immediately checking him out. I instinctively recovered and went into realtor mode.

I am quite certain he had not seen what I had been doing, but I was a little flustered and embarrassed and I promptly got up and walked toward him to welcome him. I reached forward and offered my hand saying, "Hello, my name is Cindy." As he grasped my hand, I suddenly realized it was wet with my Cindy goo. He replied, "My name is Kevin, very nice to meet you, Cindy." As he shook my hand, I hoped that he did not notice, but he had to have felt the moisture on my fingers, but not on my palm. When he held my hand just a bit longer that normal, I knew there was something different going on.

He then said he was being relocated to our area and he had been given a relocation specialist from another firm. But he decided to just look on his own, found my open house in an area he liked and decided to come on in. As he explained all of this to me, I realized he was admiring my 38s. When I had been sitting at the counter, I had my jacket unbuttoned. When I jumped up to welcome him, I had neglected to button it he was getting a great view of my sexy VS bra through my shear blouse. I suspected he may have also noted my hardening nipples.

I tried to get back on track and started describing the features of the house and went back to the counter and retrieved him a listing summary. While I was turned away, I pulled my coat closed and secured a button. When I returned, I saw Kevin rub his hand on his mouth and as he did, I saw a smile creep across his lips. Busted! He knew the moisture that was on his hand was none other that genuine Cindy goo. Then Kevin looked down saw my buttoned coat and gave me a modest frown. I just smiled back as I handed him the listing summary, though I regretted the opportunity to continue my exhibitionism, but I reminded myself, I was here to sell.

He asked questions about the house and it was clear he was interested. It allowed me the opportunity to relax a bit. I asked if he would like a tour. He said "of course." As is my practice when doing an open in a fully furnished house alone, I went and locked the front door, even though it was not past 4:00, I doubted I would have additional visitors. As I walked back I explained that "would keep someone from just walking in and maybe helping themselves to any of the owner's belongings." Kevin smiled his agreement, but he was watching my body move as I came back down the hallway. Realizing I had an audience, I put a bit more bounce in my step with the resulting increased action from my 38s. Seeing this, he looked my in the eyes and smiled. I just smiled back and said, "Let's go!" I started back in the kitchen and began my presentation of the house, we moved from room to room on the main floor, but rather than going to the master suite, we went upstairs. Since he had told me he was now single, but that his children would visit occasionally, the house layout seemed perfect for him. As the tour progressed, our banter became more relaxed and progressively more flirtatious. He asked about my husband as he could see my rings and I told him he was an unemployed truck driver. I wanted to tell him he was also a cuckold, but did not. 

We returned to the main floor and told him it was now time for the "piece de résistance" as I walked into the master suite. Knowing that I had Kevin's attention, I turned on "the walk" and gave him a great view of my ass. By now, I was quite convinced that he was as interested in me as he was the house, and I wanted to close the deal. One of the features of the suite is a raised platform bed that has a canopy effect. What is not obvious when you are not on the bed is that it has been designed with a very discretely placed mirror in the trey ceiling over the bed. After I showed him the very comfy sitting area we walked into the bath the shower, steam shower and great tub. As I demonstrated the shower, Kevin came up beside me to lean into the shower and as he did he grabbed me by the waist and said, "lets find out if two fit." I immediately swung into his body and put arms around his neck and said, "definitely." As I did, he reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me right into him. I did not resist as he then kissed me. I could really feel his hard cock against me as he pulled me into him as I kissed him back passionately. 

"I really want this house," but first I want something else.

I reached between us, undid the one button holding my coat and then began undoing the buttons of my blouse, "I am all yours."

With a master's stroke, he opened my skirt and dropped it to the floor. As he then grabbed my bare ass, and said, "Just as I thought." I leaned back and finished opening my blouse and let my arms drop. He reached up and pulled it from my shoulders. I opened the front clasp on my bra and shrugged it off. I was now standing naked (except for my heels, in a shower with a fully clothed black customer as he began to fondle my 38s and pinched my nipples sending a shock of excitement right to my now flowing pussy.

I desperately wanted his cock. "I want to close this deal too," And I knew that he caught the double meaning. 

I slipped back into my realtor's mode. "I want to show you one of the special features of this house." I led him to the master bed. I crawled up on the platform and laid out for him. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and played with my tits. He slipped his hand between my legs and feeling how wet I was, slipped his finger inside and immediately found my clit with his thumb. "If I buy this house, does this come with it?"

"Yes," I screamed. Recovering a bit, I shifted back and said, "We can add that to the sales contract."

With that, he got up and removed his clothes and presented me with a great 10 inch cock. With no further delay, he crawled on the bed, on top of me and plunged that great piece of meat into my cunt. He fucked me hard, just like I like it and I gave it back anyway I could. After about 10 (!) minutes of frantic fucking, I began to cum continuously. This put him over the edge and he filled me with his cum.

As we lay together, he said. "This is definitely not what I expected to find this snowy afternoon." "Before we continue, let's write a sales contract." I got up and went to get my papers and we set naked on the bed and wrote the offer. He made it for the asking price and added services clause that stipulated that I would arrange for specified domestic services. To the lawyers this would mean weekly cleaning, maintenance and lawn services. To Kevin and me, it meant that I would get his cock at least weekly. 

Since it was now past 5, I called my once again cuckolded husband, told him I was writing an offer and would be home late. Kevin and I then spent the rest of the evening fucking everyway we could think. 

I love my job and the benefits it brings.



My Name Is Cindy



"Awww Sis…"

I didn't give him a chance to answer. I put a hand behind his head and pulled him to my cleavage. Burying his face in my tits, he started licking them all over, lapping up my pussy flavor. No longer shy, Mark savored every square inch of my tit globes, his busy tongue enthusiastically roaming all over my tit-flesh.

"Ohhhhh Little Bro… I didn't know you were such a titty-boy!" I squealed. "You like my tits, don't ya? Your big sister's big, beautiful tits? Yes, that's it… suck ‘em, Baby! Suck my big titties!"

Baby Bro was like a starving infant, feasting on my tits. He was having the time of his life as I pushed my tits into his face, slapping his cheeks playfully with them, and basically smothering him.

"Mmmm… Oh Sis…" Slurp. Gulp. "Oh Sis… Oh yeah…Ahh… This is nice!"

I know this was totally wrong what we were doing, but I didn't care. Rather than feeling bad for what I had started, I felt really good about myself. I was happy that I was doing this for my darling baby brother. He was having so much fun with my body! 

"Ohhhhh… Mmmmm…." I purred, as Mark sucked my tits. "Yes, Titty Boy. That's it. Mmmmm. Are you having fun, Baby?" I glanced down at his bulge, and it had grown obscenely huge. I gingerly caressed it, and its pulsing stiffness answered my question. "Ooooh yes, I can see that you're definitely having fun, Baby. You're such a naughty little boy, Marky, lusting after your own sister. Oh yeah… go on Baby, suck Sister's big tits while she plays with your big cock."

Oh my God! I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine myself being here in this position, totally nude for my baby brother. I had invited him to feel me up and play with my tits and finger my pussy. Now he was busy sucking my tits, while I felt-up the huge boner stuffed in his shorts! I was so turned on at that point, and my blond pussy was so wet. 

His cock felt so huge! Could he really have a cock that big? "No way!" I thought. He must have shoved a zucchini or something down there! But zucchinis don't move, do they? They don't throb with the tempo of his heartbeat, right? But that's what I felt… the urgent throbbing of his stiff, young cock. 

This was all so crazy. I have no idea how I lost control of the situation and let it come to this point. I pulled his face out of my tits, and left him gulping air as he watched me with a frazzled look. I quickly grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, exposing his scrawny torso. Next, I worked the button of his shorts and popped it open. I struggled with his zipper, which was super tight from his bulging cock pushing outward against the garment. Finally managing to open his fly, I pulled down his shorts and removed them completely from his legs. The only thing left was his white cotton briefs. 

"Mark!" I breathed in awe.

I stared at it in disbelief, as the stretched-out fabric looked grotesquely distorted from the big, powerful cock hidden underneath. He was such a scrawny-looking kid, and his skinny body was a stark contrast to what appeared to be a massive cock that was trying to burst free of his underwear. It looked huge under the stretched-out cotton, and it was twitching with horniness. The very tip of the bulge was dark with a large, wet spot, where Mark's pre-cum was oozing out.

"Sss.. Sss… Sis!" Mark gasped, as I gingerly touched the wet-spot with a finger. I left my finger resting on the tip, feeling the lewd wetness that had gathered there, soaking the cotton. His bulbous cock-crown felt taut under my touch from being so agonizingly erect. "My goodness!" I thought to myself. Little Brother was so damn horny!

"Ooooh Baby…" I whispered. "Look at you! All stuck inside your briefs. They look wayyyyy too tight, Baby!" I lightly caressed the throbbing stiffness under the straining underwear with my finger tips. I was teasing myself, delaying my first look at the very thing I was dying to see.

"Ahhhh…", Little Bro moaned, his big stiff prick lurching at my touch.

"God Baby, it looks so big! All these years, you were hiding this big thing from me, haven't you?"

"Uhg… Ahhh."

"It feels so big and hard, Mark. So big and hard! And it's all because of me, isn't it?"

"God Sis…"

"You're such a bad, bad boy, Mark. I'm your sister, for God's sake! How could you let your dick get all big and hard over your own sister?"

"Oh… ugh." His faced blushed bright red at my use of the word, "sister".

"God damn, Baby... I can feel it twitching so badly. And it's so wet! That's a lot of pre-cum your big cock is leaking out. Your underwear's a total mess!"

"Ahhhh… ugh!"

"How big is it, Baby?" I whispered, my fingers still caressing his twitching prick.

"Uhg!"

"Come Little Bro… I know all boys like to measure their little dickies. But, your dicky sure doesn't feel so little to me!" 

"Sis, please!"

"Come on Marky Baby… Tell me… How big is your cock!"

"Uhg… Ummm… T… T… Ten… Ten and a half, Sis. It's ten and a half inches…"

TEN AND A HALF INCHES!!! Holy fuck! 

"May I see it?" My caressing fingers were teasing the Hell out of his massive cock, which was bulging so badly in his straining briefs. 

"Sis!"

"I wanna see your cock, Baby. Come on, you can't tease me with a ten-and-a-half-inch cock and not let me see it!"

"Sis… please!"

"Come on, Baby! Let Big Sister see how hot and horny you are for her. Let me see that big, beautiful cock you've been saving for me all these years!"

With both hands, I grabbed the elastic waist band and slowly pulled it downward. I struggled trying to get the band over his cock, which was stiff like a lead pipe. Shit, what a big fuckn' dick! 

I couldn't wait anymore, and I forced the waist band clear of his cock. The massive boner snapped backward and slapped against this belly. I felt a faint sprinkle on my face. It was his copious pre-cum splashing as his cock jerked free. 

"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT, Mark! Your cock is huge! Oh my God, it's so fucking huge!" 

From between his scrawny thighs, my geek of a little brother had the fuck-organ of a god! Now it was me that was trembling, as I reached into his lap to grasp his magnificent prick. It felt really massive in my hands… and yes, that's two hands! At that moment, I wished I was born with three hands! And his balls were not to be outdone. They were big and full. "Damn!" I said silently to myself, "I bet he could cum gallons with these babies!"

"Ahhh… Uhhhh…" Mark moaned. He was breathing very heavily now, watching me intently, not sure of what was happening. 

I wasn't sure myself, but deep down in my heart, I knew that once I had this gorgeous hunk of cock in my hands, for the rest of my life I would never be able to let it go. 

I had invited him have his fun with my body, but now it was my turn to play! I caressed his fuck-pole with my hands. I toyed with his big balls and bounced them gently in my palm. His cock and balls were already sticky with his copious precum, and more seminal goo oozed out from the tip and coated his meaty shaft as I stroked it. I could feel my palms and my fingers getting slimy and sticky. 

"My God… Your cock is soooo big, Mark," I whispered.

"Uhg…"

"You're such a naughty boy…."

"No, Sis…"

"Is this what you want, huh? Your big sister playing with your big, fat cock? You're such a bad, bad boy, Mark!"

"Aw fuck!"

"God… Look at this thing… You're oozing out so much slime, Baby. You're making my hands so sticky and nasty!" 

Without even thinking… I guess it was an instinctive reaction on my part… I lifted a slimy hand to mouth and licked it. As soon as his flavor hit my tongue, I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through me! Oh my God! I had just tasted my very own brother's cum! This was incest! My conscience came flooding back to me, and I realized the immorality of what was happening. But I made a conscious decision at that very instant…

I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him. I paused for a moment to stare in wonder at Mark's beautiful cock. It was truly gorgeous… long, and thick, and fat, and very straight with a big bulb of a head. And it looked so slick and slimy with his seminal ooze coating the meaty shaft. It was twitching with urgency, as he felt my hot breath on his sensitive skin.

I looked up at Mark, who was staring right back at me, intently watching my every move. I licked my lips in anticipation. Then, I puckered my lips and planted a juicy kiss on his cock head, right on his oozing slit. Still looking him in the eye, I gave it a lewd French-kiss.

"Ohhhhhh Sisssss!"

"Watch me, Baby!" I spoke the words in my mind, but communicated with him through my eyes. "Oooh yeah, Baby… watch your big sister make love to your cock!"

The sound of kissing could be heard clearly in my apartment. It was the sound of a big sister kissing her little brother's big, beautiful cock! I worshiped it and licked it. I licked the fat head, the long, thick shaft, and his big full balls. I even used the tip of my tongue to tickle his leaking slit and the extra-sensitive spot just below it. His precum was flowing copiously, and its slimy flavor coated my tongue and mouth.

Mark watched me with a look of helpless lust in his eyes. "Oh God Sis! Ah! Ah!" was all he manage to whimper. 

"Mmmmm…." I mewled as I began my suction. And I really sucked it, Baby! I shoved as much of his giant cock into my mouth as I could, and I sucked it! His meaty dick was like a fat straw leading down to the thick, rich, protein milk shake that was brewing in his bloated balls, and I was ravenous! "Mmmmm…." I was infatuated with Mark's cock, and I sucked it with all my heart!

"Ahhhh Sissss… yesss"

His eyes were the first to give me warning. The passion I had been watching in them evolved into a higher state of lust. The urgent throbbing I felt in his shaft, the portion of which I stroked because it didn't fit in my mouth, and the tightening I felt in his big balls as I massaged them, and the increase in seminal leakage from his cock slit that I tasted on my tongue… All these signs confirmed what his eyes were telling me at that very moment…

"Sis! Oh Sis! Please! …"

Little Bro struggled to pull his cock out of my mouth, before he reached the point of no return. "What a sweetie," I thought to myself, "not wanting to spew his nasty cum in his sister's mouth." But Little Bro froze in astonishment, however, when he got a look at my sparkling blue eyes and read the lusty message that I was flashing there.

"No, Little Brother," I willed my thoughts to Mark through my eyes. "Don't take away your beautiful cock from me, Baby. I want your cum. Spew your young, hot cum in my mouth, Baby. Come on Little Bro… cum for Sister!"

The nastiness of what I desired overwhelmed Mark's willpower, and my little brother could not deny his extreme horniness any longer. His big, bloated cock jerked with conviction and filled my mouth with his hot semen. My brother's incestuous semen! The taste was out of this world! His angry cocked jerked and jerked, and then it jerked some more. And more thick semen flooded my mouth. "Mmmmm…" It was so rich and creamy, and I could feel it's viscous heat bathe my tongue, my cheeks, my teeth, and my gums. It was so freakin' hot as I swallowed it down. "Mmmmm…" My brother's semen! Holly shit… I was eating my brother's semen! "Mmmmm…"

This all happened so quickly, and we lost track of time as Little Bro kept spewing his semen in my mouth. I'm not sure when it stopped, but it was awkward when it did. In our labored breathing, the reality of the situation came crashing down on us like a ton of bricks. I was looking up at Mark and he was looking right back at me. Both of us were frozen, not sure of what to do next.

My mouth and lips were sticky with Mark's semen, and there was a thick string of semen connecting my sticky lips to his cock head. On instinct, I swiped out my tongue to catch it. 

"Ohhhhh!" He moaned. 

That snapped me back to my senses. At that moment, I felt like the nastiest slut in the world! I was such a whore! I had just sucked off my little brother. I sucked his big fat cock until he spewed his virgin cum in my mouth, and I willingly swallowed it down! I couldn't believe I had just sucked him off and ate his sperm! I was such a nasty, slut! A dirty, nasty, filthy whore of a slut!

"Ooooh, Marky! Did you like that, Baby? Did you enjoy your first blow job?" I continued licking his cock, trying to clean it of the spilt semen that escaped my lips. I was pleasantly surprised to find the massive fuck-pole still hard.

"Oh God, Sis! I can't believe you su… Ohhhh!"

I cut him short in mid-sentence the minute he felt my big tits wrap around his cock. My baby brother's cock was still so big and hard. I felt it throb as I tit-fucked the massive boner, its twitching fatness pushed back against my spongy tit-flesh.

"Was this what you been fantasizing about all these years? You nasty little boy! Sucking my tits ‘till your heart's content, then having me suck-off your big cock!" 

"Holy shit, Sis! I never dreamed…"

"You're such a dirty little boy, Mark. How could you let me suck your big cock like that? I'm your sister, for crying out loud!"

"Ohhhh Gawwd!" His face burned red with shame. Was it really shame at what we had done? Or, was it my talking dirty that made him blush this time?

"You came in my mouth, Mark. You shot a huge load of your nasty sperm in my mouth, and made me swallow it! You dirty, naughty little boy! Mark, your own sister sucked your cock and ate your sperm!"

"Oh damn it, Sis! Damn, damn, damn!"

"And now you're fucking my tits! You've got your big, fat cock buried between my big, fat tits! Is this what you want? Huh, you dirty little boy? You've always wanted to tit-fuck your sister, didn't you?!"

His big cock was achingly stiff. I took it out of my cleavage, and simply looked at it. I don't think I could ever stop admiring this beauty. I was still amazed that my nerdy little brother had such a godly cock. Where the Hell had he been hiding this monster all these years?

"You've got such gorgeous cock, Mark," I whispered. "My God, I can't believe how big this thing is. And it's all because of little ‘ol me!" I blew cool air over it, and it twitched. I kissed it, then began kissing and licking it all over as if it were my favorite lollipop.

"Ssss… suh… suck… suck my cock again, Sis. Please… sss… suck it!" 

I giggled at his nervousness. I smiled at him and winked. "Oh my darling brother," I thought to myself, "of course I'll suck your cock again for you." 

Unlike the urgency of the first one, this blowjob was more gentle and loving. The first blowjob was more of a "one thing led to another" type of thing, an out-of-control lust. This one, however, was more deliberate. It was a conscious choice by a big sister to give her little brother a blowjob. 

I was taking my time here, really savoring the feast of his cock. It was such a beautiful piece of manhood. Heck, this whole experience was beautiful. As I made love to his cock, I reflected on the events of the day. This was my sweet little brother, a person whom I cared about so much. I was truly happy that I could give him so much pleasure. It was something that he had never experienced before in his life… only in his wildest dreams.

My emotions started getting to me. Mark was a virgin, and I knew those stuck-up bitches at his school would never give him the time of day. "Stupid bitches" I thought. "If they only knew about the incredible cock between his legs..." My protective, big-sister instincts started kicking in.

"Sis… What the…?" He looked at me confused, as he felt me take his cock out of my mouth.

I stood up and straddled his lap, supporting myself on the couch with my knees on either side of his thighs. I flash him my sexiest smile, as I lifted my long blond hair with my hands. I stretched out my body and arched my back, causing by big, beautiful tits to thrust out.

"Oh my God!" he gasped, as his eyes surveyed my nakedness, so close directly in front of him.

I reach under me and grasped his stiff cock, which was pointing straight up at my crotch. 

"I'm gonna christen your cock, Little Bro." I whispered seductively to him, as I stroked his fat cock head along my blond pussy. My entire pubic area, as well as my inner thighs, was sticky from all the love juices that had been continuously seeping from my cunt. And now I was making his dick sticky too, coating it with my pussy nectar. Mouth gaping open, Mark stared up at me in disbelief. 

"Yeah… That's right Baby. Your big sister's gonna pop your cherry." My stroking of his cock along my pussy slit was teasing the Hell out of both of us. 

"Holy shit, Sis!" 

"I'm gonna fuck you, Mark, give you the very first pussy of your life." 

"Oh God!"

"I'm gonna slide my tight, wet pussy over your big fat cock, and we're gonna FUCK, Baby!"

"Oh Sis!"

Placing his cock head between my labia, I slowly sank downward. My pussy was very tight, and his cock was so damn fat. The feeling of him forcing my lips apart and stretching my cuntal wall was phenomenal! I had a mini-orgasm after only a few inches, and I could feel my pussy juices seeping out and down his shaft. 

"Ohhhhh…. Fuck yeah! Your cock is so big, Mark. So fuckin' big in tight little cunt!" 

I screamed every filthy swear word I knew as I impaled myself, cumming numerous times. After what seemed like forever had passed, my blond pubic hair was tickling the base of cock. 

"Awwww shit Sis, you feel so tight!"

I finally had all ten-and-a-half throbbing inches of his beautiful fuck-pole buried in my cunt. His cock was so very long and fat, and my cunt was so very tight, and I could feel his throbbing dick all the way up to my womb! Little Bro's massive cock was in my pussy much deeper than anyone had ever been before, and his fuck-pole was touching places within me I never knew existed. I just sat there without moving, simply reveling in the feeling of his big cock stuffed deep up my pussy!

"Ahhhhh!" Another orgasm ripped through me.

Up until this point, I was the one in control. I was the confident one…. The sexy big sister with her horny little brother wrapped around her finger. Now the roles were switched. I was under his power… a slave to his big cock! 

"Ohhhh I love your cock, Baby! Ohhhh yeahhhh!… My sweet, sweet fuck boy! To think… Ahhh!… that this is just your first time… Ohhhh! And you're giving me the best fuck of my life!"

"Oh my God, Sis! Ugh! Damn, I can't believe I'm finally fucking you!"

Can you imagine how we must have looked? A tall, very sexy, big-titted young blonde… totally nude and straddling a young, scrawny teenaged boy on a couch… she writhing in total ecstasy, moaning and screaming, because the boy had his enormous cock stuffed to the hilt in her blond pussy. The busty blonde then cums uncontrollably, and her cunt juice gushes out from around the tight seal that her pussy lips make with the thick base of the boy's cock. God, what a site that must have been to watch!

"Aieeee!" His cock was so damn big in my cunt!

I saw my brother's face, and my heart melted. He had a look of supreme rapture as he witnessed for the first time an explicit, unadulterated display of pure female lust. I bent down and planted sweet kisses all over his face, mumbling incoherently about what a great fuck he was.

After a while -- I don't know where I found the strength -- I started to bounce on his cock, slowly starting the in-and-out motion of what fucking is all about. I eventually increased the pace into a very deep and lusty fuck. I buried my moaning brother's face in my bouncing tits, telling to him to suck on them, and he did, like a hungry baby thirsting for milk. His hands were busy, roaming all over my tight, nubile young body, caressing, fondling, and groping. If I was talking dirty to him before, it was nothing compared to now. I was saying very filthy, slutty things to him as he sucked my tits and I fucked his cock, while every so often screaming out in orgasm.




My Name Is Cindy



Now I have to admit… I have fucked my share of men. I've fucked guys in high school, guys I've met in college and men I picked up in bars, etc. And in all those fucks, I've always made sure the guys used condoms… always, even in the heat of passion. No condom… no fuck… no exceptions. Period. I didn't want to catch any disease, and I also didn't want to get knocked up with a baby. And I don't take the pill. 

When I made the decision to fuck my brother, I knew he wasn't wearing a condom, but I didn't care! This was my brother…. My sweet, darling little brother… and I wanted his first time to be extra special. I wanted him to experience the pure feeling of a girl's soft pussy wrapped around his cock, skin-to-skin! And I guess you could say that I was virgin too… this was the first time I've felt the naked skin of a cock in my pussy!

"Ah… Sis? SIS?" 

As we fucked, I felt my brother's big cock swell even bigger and fatter in pussy and it really started throbbing. 

"Sis? I'm gonna…"

"Ohhhh Mark! Don't stop, Baby! Keep fucking me! Come on, fuck me! Fuck your big sister, Baby!"

The twitching of cock grew really intense, and the wild pulsating throb rippling along his meaty shaft told me that the moment of truth was at hand. 

"SIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!"

The thought of him cumming in pussy, shooting his massive load of live, potent sperm deep into my unprotected womb, drove me insane with lust! This was why incest was so taboo, right? A brother is not supposed to fuck his very own sister and spew his potent, fertilizing sperm deep into her pussy!

I grabbed his face and held it between my hands. Our moans, grunts, and screams fell silent. Our panting breaths were the only sounds that filled the room at that moment, as I looked down into his eyes and he looked up into mine… he was ready and so was I. This was so, so wrong. We both knew it, but could we stop now?

My bother screamed as his big, fat cock exploded like a canon, firing huge canon balls of gooey, sperm-filled cum deep into my pussy. As soon as I felt it, I stopped my fucking motion and dropped down, burring his geyser-spewing cock as far as it could go up my tight cunt. I felt his cock spasms from my outer pussy lips all the way up deep within me, its rippling effect teasing the ultra-sensitive flesh of my internal cunt wall. I screamed out in orgasm too, gushing out pussy nectar all around his cock, as I felt his hot sperm soak my insides. Our eyes remained locked, sharing the out-of-control fever of our incestuous lust. 

Deep within my womb, I felt the overwhelming warmth of my brother's semen. The warmth spread from my womb and permeated my entire body. I felt as if my very being, my very soul, was being bathed in a warm shower of rich, creamy semen. It was Mark's semen. Mark's life-giving liquid of love.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" I panted over and over.

I had never experienced anything like this before! My heart was beating so hard, and I felt his heart beating in harmony as I slumped forward, smashing my big tits against his chest. From deep within, waves of emotions started washing over me. I immediately felt for this beautiful young male who had just mated me. Mark was so caught up in the heat of the moment, that he probably didn't realize the significance of what he had done, but I knew all to well. By fucking me so thoroughly with his magnificent cock and giving me the most incredible orgasms of my life, Little Bro had conquered me for his very own. By cumming so deeply within my pussy, fully soaking my womb with his precious young sperm, Little Bro had marked me for life as his woman. 

"His pussy!" the wicked thought blazed through my lust-crazed mind.

My orgasm was subsiding, but I was surprised as I felt Mark's big cock still forcefully pumping and spewing deep within my pussy. My God! My little brother was still cumming!

I caressed his face and kissed it all over. "Ohhhh, sweet Baby." I whispered tenderly in his ear. My words were not the hardcore, dirty talk of a few minutes ago. I now spoke softly and naturally to him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. 

"Ah… Ah… Ah…" he panted, still lost in his orgasm. His godly cock was still spewing its potent, young sperm deep into me. 

"Oh Baby," I panted. "Mmmm…. That's it… Cum for me, Baby. Cum for Sissy!" 

Kissing and caressing his face, I told him how special he was and how much he meant to me. "Oh Mark, my sweet, sweet baby." My little brother had fucked me a million times better than anyone ever had, and I wasn't shy about letting him know it. I told him that he was the greatest lover ever, and then I whispered those three little words that I had never said to any man before…

"I love you."

These were the words I had planned to reserve for that one special man in my life. Who knew I would find that man on this very day?

I kissed him then, but not just any kiss… it was a type of kiss reserved only for lovers… the way a young bride kisses her new husband on the night of their wedding when they are finally alone in their bridal suite. 

I felt Mark slump back onto the couch after his orgasm subsided, and I fell forward onto him. I mashed my big titties on his scrawny chest and I could feel our sweat lubricating our torsos. Although his cock had softened, it was still big enough to remain fully stuffed in my pussy. I could feel our mixed fuck juices seeping out from my pussy and coating his balls and thighs. "Mmmmm…" I purred. What a feeling!

I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued kissing him. I paused now and then to tell Mark I loved him, and when he whispered those same three words back to me, tears flowed from my eyes. He wasn't just saying it just for the Hell of it either. Mark spoke truly from his heart. By the look in his eyes, the emotion I saw there, I knew he fell in love with me too. 

I've always loved my little brother, but it wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with him! But you know how chicks are… Sometimes, we can get so emotional when it comes to sex, especially when it was as special as it was on that day, at that moment. I kissed him again, still straddling his lap with his cock buried deep in my pussy. It felt so right to be joined so intimately with him. We spent the remainder of that time in that position, kissing and necking, and whispering sweet love to each other.

As I've said, this all happened several months ago, and since then, I've been totally exclusive with my baby brother. We fuck as often as we can. But we don't have sex like you would with someone who is simply a booty-call… we have sex the way lovers do, true lovers. I wish I could move away to another city or state, or maybe another country, and take him with me to some place where no one would know that we are siblings. Then we wouldn't have to hide. But we have friends and family here who would be angry and hurt if we left or if they found out about us, especially Mom. My brother and I need to stop, but we can't. And I'm not sure what to do about it. 

So there you have it. That's my story. 

Kisses,

Cindy



My Name is Dick



My name is Dick and I'm a penis, but I prefer to be called a cock. There are hundreds of other words for me, and please feel free to use any of them, anything but penis. Whoever dreamed up that word must have been a wimp. I'm a tough, cocky little guy, so the word "cock" suits me perfectly. 

My boss's name is Larry and he is married to Laura. I like Boss just fine, even though he has given me thousands of beatings during my lifetime. He and I have been through a lot together.

I can't see very well because I have only one eye, but I can see well enough to know that I'm a handsome fellow. I have a sleek, tapered head, a short neck, and a long, smooth shaft. When I stand at attention, I am nine inches tall, which makes me a lot taller than most cocks. I have lost count of the times other cocks have asked, "What's the weather like up there?". I just laugh it off because I know that tall cocks are much more popular than short ones.

My closest friends are the Ball brothers, Lefty and Righty, who hang out underneath me. Their distance from me depends a lot on the temperature. When it's a frosty winter day, they curl up right underneath me and we snuggle up together. It's very cozy. When it's hot, they move closer to Asshole. Needless to say, they prefer cold weather.

Asshole lives on the other side of the Ball brothers. Nobody likes Asshole. Believe me, it is no fun living near an asshole, especially after Boss has had Mexican food for lunch. Sometimes I wish Asshole would move to another neighborhood, but I guess we are stuck with him. I'm not going to tell you what his job is, but if you have an asshole of your own, you probably already know. I think that's enough said about a very distasteful subject.

The other member of our little family is Prostate (we call him Tate), a recluse who lives inside Boss between the Ball brothers and Asshole. Tate seems like a nice guy. He's a hard worker, I'll say that much for him. His job is to make this creamy white stuff called spunk to send to the Ball brothers for storage. You could say that the Ball brothers are like a Shipping and Receiving Department. They receive the spunk from Tate and store it until they ship it to me.

Now let me tell you a little bit about my life. When Boss was a young man, he beat me two or three times a day. The beatings always ended with me ordering a load of spunk from the Ball brothers. The spunk always went straight through me like crap through a goose. If Boss didn't have a rag ready, it usually made a big, gooey mess. But that wasn't my problem. My job was to deliver, and I never failed. Boss did the aiming, of course, so any messes were his fault.

After years of beatings, I finally got to play with a pussy. My first pussy playmate lived between the legs of a hooker. She sure was cute, and I had a lot of fun with her. She was nice and slippery and she gave me a lot of warm hugs. I had only been playing with her for about a minute when I signaled the Ball brothers to make an express delivery. You should have heard Boss holler when his first load of spunk went into something other than his fist.

A few days later, Boss was hollering even louder, and I was sick as a dog. I thought I was going to die! Whenever I had to perform my other function of making water, the only thing that kept me from screaming was the fact that I don't have a mouth. I knew Pussy had made me sick and I never wanted to see that bitch again. Boss went to the doctor and got something called penicillin injected into his ass. A couple of days later, we were both as good as new. Boss had learned his lesson, though, and before he stuck me into any more pussies, he always put a raincoat on me. They call those things condoms, and they completely cover me from head to base. I was terrified the first time he put one on me because I thought I would suffocate, but I managed to hold my breath until my mission was accomplished.

Boss also had another alternative to condoms called blow jobs. The first time he put me into a hooker's mouth, I thought I was going to die. I thought that bitch was going to eat me! Imagine having all those sharp teeth above you and below you. Hell, you'd be scared, too! It only took a few minutes for me to realize that she wasn't going to eat me, then I really began to enjoy it. Her tongue and lips were soft and warm. I was afraid I was going to drown in all that spit, but I just held my breath and got through it. The experience would have been a lot more enjoyable if she hadn't had onions for lunch. I really was faced with a dilemma because Boss had never had a blow job before and I didn't know if I was supposed to order a load from the Ball brothers. Well, they had been complaining for days about having the blues, so they went ahead and shipped the order without my permission. I was looking right down her throat when it shot out. The next thing I knew, I was vomiting all over those things called tits. Boss really got cussed out by that hooker because he hadn't paid extra to shoot in her mouth. The only way he could shut her up was by giving her more money. I think Boss learned an important lesson from that experience.

Back in those days, the Ball brothers were always complaining about having the blues. I finally figured out that Tate was shipping them more spunk than they had room for. Those poor fellows got all bloated and achy. Boss usually solved the problem by giving me a hard beating, but sometimes when he and I were asleep, those sneaky brothers would ship a load without permission. I hated waking up in a gooey mess, and so did Boss. "NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WET DREAM!" he would rant. Either way, the Ball brothers always said they felt much better.

After years of beatings and occasional playtimes with slut and hooker pussies, Boss met Laura, and my life changed forever. Knowing that I would soon get to play with a brand new pussy had me standing at attention all through the wedding ceremony. Poor Boss ordered me to soften up, but I just ignored him. Back in those days, he had very little control over me. In fact, I did most of his thinking for him.

Well, Boss and Laura went on something called a honeymoon, and it is a miracle that I survived. The first day was wonderful. I liked little Laura from the first time Boss stuck my head into her. She was really cute and gave me nice, hard hugs. It was the first time in a very long time that I had played with a pussy without having one of those scary condoms on me. It felt so good!

The second day wasn't as much fun as the first. Boss pushed me to the limit, and whenever I was too tired to play with little Laura, he gave me a beating. I shuddered with fear whenever big Laura shouted, "STICK THAT DICK IN ME!" The first two days weren't too bad, but the third day was a killer. By then, the Ball brothers and Tate were starting to complain. The Ball brothers had run out of spunk, and Tate couldn't keep up with the demand. Boss and Laura beat the daylights out of me but I just couldn't stand up straight. I was greatly relieved to hear the whir of big Laura's vibrator. While I recovered, she had to be content with the vibrator and Boss's tongue. It was the first time I had let Boss down.

Another shocking thing happened during the honeymoon. Boss began to plead with Laura to let him stick me up her ass-hole. I was always relieved when Laura refused. I was really shocked to learn that cocks could be inserted into ass-holes. I had lived just down the street from Asshole my entire life, and if Laura's ass-hole was anything like him, I didn't want anything to do with it. Even though Laura refused, I lived in constant fear that someday Boss would shove me up an ass.

After the honeymoon, Boss let up on me a little. I got to play with little Laura every day, which suited me just fine. She sure was cute, and had a good sense of humor. She told me that Boss and Laura were trying to make a baby. That's when I found out what my true purpose was. Little Laura explained to me that the spunk was the seed that made babies. I really felt like a dumbass! After delivering thousands of loads of spunk, I finally knew what that stuff was for.

Well, Boss and Laura wanted a baby real bad, so they came up with a plan. I overheard them talking about scheduling their fucking for the time of the month when Laura was laying her eggs. My life became a living Hell! For two and sometimes three days out of the month, those two nearly killed me. The Ball brothers hated it, too. Boss wouldn't beat me for three of four days until the Brothers had a serious case of the blues, then he would shove me into little Laura and keep me there until I delivered every drop of spunk. I was a nervous wreck by the time it was over, and so were the Brothers and Tate.

One day, Boss took me to a scary place to have his spunk tested. Believe me, I was absolutely terrified. Boss went into a small room and gave me a beating while he looked at pictures of naked women. He didn't stop beating me until I shot the spunk into a paper cup. It turned out that Boss's spunk was low-grade stuff. With very little prospect of making a baby, Boss and Laura practically stopped fucking. I hardly ever got to play with little Laura, and Boss beat me a lot.

Eventually, Boss and Laura stopped fucking altogether. I sure missed little Laura and all of the other pussies I had played with. Boss kept trying to persuade Laura into doing something called "swinging". Laura always refused. I couldn't imagine why. Swinging seemed like a harmless enough activity. Millions of children do it everyday in thousands of playgrounds. Boss persisted and Laura finally agreed. That's when I found out what swinging really was.

One evening, Boss and Laura entertained another couple. I soon began to suspect that Boss's guests were there for more than friendly conversation. I began to perk up when they started talking about sex. Keep in mind that I can't see a damn thing when I'm inside Boss's pants, but I can hear just fine. That other gal sounded really hot, and before long I was standing at attention. Then I heard Boss's zipper coming down, and as soon as his fly was open, I jumped out and got my first look at his new girlfriend. She was even hotter than Laura. She grabbed me with her wet, slippery mouth and began to suck me better than anyone had. How I had missed those lovely blow jobs. She did something to me that no one had ever done before. She swallowed my head! It scared the crap out of me at first! To make matters even worse, her lips were so tight around my base that I thought she would strangle me. Boss sure seemed to like it, though. I could hear him shouting, "YEAH, BABY, GIVE ME MORE OF THAT DEEP THROAT!" What a relief it was to get back into her mouth. It wasn't long before I ordered the Ball brothers to make an express shipment, and she swallowed every tasty drop. A little later, they took me to the bedroom and let me play with her pussy. Joy!

I had the time of my life after Boss and Laura got into swinging. I was one very happy cock. Every week I got to play with a new pussy or take a bath in a nice, warm mouth. Then one night when Boss was fucking a new woman, I got the scare of my life. Remember how I told you of my intense dislike for my neighbor, Asshole, and my fear that someday Boss might try to stick me into an ass? Boss suddenly pulled me out of the pussy and pushed me lower. 

Then I heard those terrible words, "Stick it in my ass, baby." I really freaked out. I tried to go soft, but I couldn't. All I could do was close my eye, hold my breath, and hope for the best. Her ass-hole was so tight that I thought I would get brain damage. Boss pushed hard and my head popped inside. The next thing I knew, my entire body was inside that woman's ass. Boss began to slide me in and out, and I soon realized that fucking ass felt even better than fucking pussy. It was nice and snug up and down the whole length of me. I felt like cheering when Boss began to pump in and out. I told the Ball brothers to stand by as Boss got up to full speed. When I couldn't hold back any longer, I signaled the Brothers and they opened the floodgates. Boss tried to keep fucking and I did my best to stay at attention, but I was too exhausted to continue.

Well, Boss and Laura are still swinging and I'm having the time of my life. Now Boss is talking about trying a few things with men, and Laura is encouraging him. I'm not sure how I feel about that. To be honest, I'm not really keen on the idea. If he does try things with a man, I might just refuse to come to attention. Well, Boss wants to give me another beating, so I have to stop for now. I'll let you know what happens.



My Name is Dorothy



My name is Dorothy and my husband and I have a great sex life. Along with the normal routine we also share our fantasies with one another and aren't afraid to discuss them. We are in our early fifties with all of the children moved out of the house so we can really do whatever we want.

I work as a Purchasing agent for a large chemical firm and David works as an Engineer for a local building firm in town. My husband David still thinks I am an attractive woman, although I have put on a bit of weight over the years. Standing five feet two inches tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, I have a 36-C bust, a little padding around my hips and butt, but overall I'm still in good shape as I work out to keep myself somewhat toned. 

David stayed in good shape as well, running a few miles every other day he kept away from the middle-aged spread. Like I said before we share our fantasies, especially in bed, during sex. Sometimes we role play, me being the school teacher and David the student, so you can guess from there how that turned out, me giving my student a lesson In various subjects. 

We have never cheated with any other people nor have we ever swapped partners, not that we haven't had the opportunity; we just had never acted on them. Occasionally I have to go out of town on business to meet with future suppliers or to visit with current suppliers. Just after one of these trips is where our adventure began.

During a trip to Atlanta, after meeting with the company representatives, myself and a few people from their office went out to dinner and to have a few drinks. Of course I didn't know any of the local folks from the area but as we were having dinner, Gary, my contact from their company, introduced me to two men named Vince and Bob and a woman named Lydia that happened to come into the restaurant we were eating at. 

Gary mentioned to them that we were going to a nightclub after dinner and they were welcome to join us if they wanted, to which Vince agreed to before they were seated at another table. Now bear in mind I was the oldest of the group I was with, Gary being about forty, the two women, Jean and Kacy were in their thirties, and the last gentleman, Scott, was approximately forty-five or so. 

After dinner we all left for the nightclub where the alcohol began to flow and inhibitions lowered. I was still in my dress, as were the other two gals wearing pantyhose and heels, typical office wear, when Vince, Bob and Lydia showed up at our table. I could see from the start that Vince was hitting on all of the girls trying to get them to go back to his hotel with him. 

I was feeling a bit tipsy as I excused myself to go to the restroom to freshen up. As I came out Vince was standing by the bar and motioned me to join him. We engaged in a little chit-chat, discovered that we were staying at the same hotel and that we both would like to leave and call it a night. Returning to our table I mentioned that I needed to get back to the hotel and get some rest because I had an early flight out the following day, gave my thanks to everybody for the hospitality and was walking out of the front door just as Vince came up behind me and offered to share a cab back to the hotel. 

Vince hailed a cab and opened the door to allow me to get in. 

"Best Western on Chamberlin Drive," Vince said as he got in and the cabbie put down the flag. 

It only took ten minutes to get back to the hotel and as we were getting on the elevator Vince asked me if I would like a nightcap in his room before bed. I responded no as I needed to get up in the morning early, but thanked him for the offer. 

"Okay," he said, "but the offer still stands if you change your mind, room three-thirteen." 

I let myself into my room, kicked off my shoes, slipped out of my pantyhose, panties and my dress, and finally removed my bra before lying down on my back in the bed and deciding to call David.

The phone rang three or four times before David answered and in a sleepy voice said, "Hello?"

"Hi Sweetie," I said.

"Oh, hi Dorothy, it's late, what are you calling for? Is everything okay?"

"Mmmmm yes, just thought I would call and let you know how horny I am," I told him in a sexy voice. 

"So what put you in this mood so late at night" David asked. 

"I had a strange man invite me to his room for a nightcap, and who knows what else he wanted." 

"Are you going to go?" he asked. 

"Well I'm not sure, I would love a big cock right now baby," I whispered. 

"Maybe you should go and see how big of a cock he has Dorothy," he whispered back. 

"Would you mind if I went down to his room and took a little suck, baby? You could fantasize about me on my knees licking a big cock. Would you like me to do that?" I asked. 

"As long as you tell me all about it when you get home, Dorothy; have some fun." 

I knew David has always fantasized about watching me having sex with another man so that is why I teased him with this conversation. 

"What are you doing right now?" he asked me. 

"Just laying in bed completely naked, running my fingernails over my stiff nipples while I talk on the phone," I told him. 

"Is your pussy wet?" David asked. 

"Mmm it sure is baby, ready for a big fat cock," I whispered back. "Okay then, why don't you go down and scratch that itch and let me know how it went when you get home tomorrow." 

"Okay David, I will see how I feel, you have a good sleep and I will see you tomorrow evening" I said as I hung up the phone.

Should I call Vince? Should I just go to sleep and forget the whole thing? Maybe just some kissing and rubbing would do the trick; he is an attractive man, hmm, what should I do? Oh, he's probably asleep already anyway, so there's no point in calling and waking him up, I thought to myself. But my hand reached for the phone anyway and dialed 3-1-3 before I realized what I did. 

"Hello" I heard from the other end of the line. 

"Hi" I whispered. 

"Is this Dorothy?" he asked. 

"Yes, how did you know?" I replied. 

"You have a sexy voice, that's how I knew," he said. "Did you change your mind?" 

"Yes, I don't suppose one little drink would hurt anything," I told him. 

"Perfect, come on down, I am still up." 

"Okay I will be there in a few minutes." I said. 

"Great, I will leave the door ajar so you can just walk in," he said. 

Earlier you "got into" the bed, so here you should "get out" of the bed.

Getting out of the bed I went to the bathroom to freshen up my makeup and lipstick. Slipping my black silk robe over my naked body and tying the sash, I stepped into my heels and threw on my lightweight knee-length raincoat, dropped the keycard in the right hand pocket, and walked out the door.

"Anybody home?" I asked as I stuck my head in the door to room three-thirteen. 

"Sure is," I heard Vince say. "Come in and close the door." 

I stepped into the room and saw Vince standing by the bed with a pair of pajama pants on without a shirt, showing off his hairy, muscular chest. 

"Come on in Dorothy and make yourself comfortable, what would you like to drink? I have beer and vodka." 

"I will have a beer please," I said as I looked around the room. 

"Okay, one beer coming up," Vince said as he popped the cap. 

He handed the beer to me as I walked over to the window to see the view of the city. "Nice view isn't it?" Vince asked as he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist and began to unbutton my raincoat. 

"Let's get this coat off of you so you can relax," he said as his hands moved deftly over the buttons, allowing me to slip out of my coat. 

My hands were trembling thinking about what I have done. Why did I do this? I should have stayed in my room and went to sleep. Now I was in a stranger's room wearing next to nothing! 

"Mmmmm you smell good, baby," Vince whispered in my ear as his hands moved up my sides. 

"Why thank you," I replied. 

"I love the feel of this material against your bare skin too Dorothy." 

I felt his soft hands creep up my sides and onto the contours of my breasts. "I like the feel of your hands too Vince," I said over my shoulder as I felt his warm breath against my shoulder and his lips on my neck. 

His body was pressing against mine from behind and I could feel his erection against my ass as he kissed my neck and shoulders. All of a sudden I felt a surge of wetness release from my pussy as he continued to press his erection against me, his strong hands cupping my large breasts through my robe, tweaking my stiff nipples. 

I couldn't help myself it seemed, I wanted to feel a cock in my mouth and my pussy tonight, I wanted to feel a warm mouth on my pussy and clit! I felt his hands move around to the front of my robe and untie the sash, allowing the front of it to fall open, exposing my breasts and bare pussy. 

His hands ran up along my belly, squeezing and cupping my breasts, tweaking my stiff inch-long nipples. Turning around I sat down in a chair in the corner of the room in front of Vince. I ran my hands along the waistband of his pajama pants and gently tugged on them, exposing his thick erection. 

It jutted out at about a forty-five degree upward angle, and was as stiff as a steel rod! Reaching out with my right hand my fingers could barely wrap around it as I pulled it down and towards my eager mouth. 

"Oh my God baby, that feels so good," Vince moaned as I began stroking his thick tool. 

"It's about to feel a whole lot better, baby," I whispered as I took the head of it into my warm, wet mouth. 

I gave it a slow suck and gave the head a few strong licks with my tongue then, leaning back in the chair, I let him look at my bare breasts with their inch-long nipples before leaning forward and taking his cock into my mouth again. 

"Oh yeah baby, lean back and let me look at those big tits of yours again." 

I leaned back in the chair again and let him look at my breasts. 

"Yeah baby, I want to cum all over those big things!" 

"I want you to cum on them too," I said as I took his cock in my mouth again. 

Mmmmmm, his cock was nice and firm as I began to slowly move in rhythm, sucking his thick dick, stroking it with my hand as I sucked. I could feel his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me back into the chair, getting on his knees, spreading my legs, exposing my clean-shaven pussy to his mouth and tongue. 

I leaned my head back onto the chair as I felt his lips and tongue gliding over my pussy lips and onto my hard clit. Flicking my clit occasionally he continued to suck and nibble on my labia while running his tongue in and out of my soaking-wet cunt. 

"Mmmmmm yeah baby, that's it, lick that clit," I told Vince as he ate my juicy twat. 

Licking and sucking, he brought me to an incredible orgasm. Standing up in front of me, once again I was presented with Vince's erect member which I took hungrily back into my mouth and began to suck. 

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," I moaned as I could feel him almost ready to climax. "I want to cum on your tits Dorothy," he said as his balls tightened up inside his scrotum. 

"Mmmmm, hmmmmm," I moaned again, proceeding to suck a little harder, letting his cock go down into my throat a few inches. 

"I'm gonna cum baby!" he said just as a hot, thick stream of sperm hit the back of my throat. 

"Ohhhhhh God baby, you suck sooo good!" he said as another jet of his spunk filled my mouth. 

Just as I was getting that swallowed even another long squirt of jizz erupted from his big balls, filling my mouth once again. After swallowing his entire load I gently sucked his now flaccid cock trying to milk even more cum from his balls. 

"Oh Dorothy, I need to see you again baby, will I be able to?" 

Leaning back into the chair and again exposing my breasts and pussy to him, I nodded and said, "I need to see you again too baby, but now I need to get back to my room and get some sleep." 

"Here is my cell phone number and my internet e mail address, contact me and we will see what happens." I wrote those things down on the hotel stationary, tied up my robe, threw on my coat, blew him a kiss and walked out of the room.

After getting back to my room I could still taste his cum in my mouth and could still feel the tingling in my pussy from his gifted lips and tongue. Mmmmm, I will have quite a story to tell David when I get home.

I arrived home the next day at around five p.m., thinking that David would be home but there was a note on the kitchen table explaining that he wouldn't be home until late as he was working at another location and needed to finish the project before he left. 

Good, I thought to myself, that will give me some time to unwind and take a shower before he gets home. I changed out of my clothes, poured myself a glass of wine and went into the family room to sit back and relax. As I sipped my wine the images of last night raced through my mind. 

Just remembering the feeling of Vince's mouth on my wet pussy was making me moist once more. I decided to go into the den to check my e mail to see if he actually sent me anything. Opening my account, lo and behold there was an e mail from Vince saying what a wonderful time he had and that he wants to see me again ASAP to finish what we started. 

I replied saying that I would like that as well and we should try and get together sometime in the near future, but that I am married and my husband may be interested in joining us, signed it Dorothy and sent it. After a few minutes I got a reply. He said that a threesome sounded like fun and to let him know when it could be arranged, he would love to! I replied, told him I would be in touch and looked forward to having a big lollipop to suck on. 

I finished my wine, poured another glass, started the shower, removed my robe, and stepped in. I decided that I would be in bed naked when David arrived home, hoping to entice him into giving me a good fuck, Lord knows I need one right now. 

Running my hands between my legs I noticed that I could use a shave. Using some lotion I keep in the shower for just that reason I spread it liberally around my pussy and between my legs. Lifting one leg up onto the edge of the tub I began to shave the left side, then lifting my other leg I shaved my right half until I was baby-smooth. After finishing up I dried myself off. 

Wow, nine-thirty already, I hope David gets home soon. I powder myself, apply just a hint of his favorite perfume, and climbed into bed.

"Dorothy, are you awake?" I heard David whisper in my ear. 

"I must have dozed off" I said. "What time is it?" 

"Ten-thirty, I'm sorry I'm late, I had to finish it up," he said as I feel a hand run up my belly and give my breast a little squeeze. 

"Mmmmm," I moaned softly, hoping to give him the idea I would like more of the same. 

His hand found my other breast and he gave that a small squeeze as well. 

"You seem ready for sex tonight, what were you thinking about?" he asked as his hand slid down my belly, feeling the area just above my pussy. "Were you a naughty girl last night?" 

"Maybe," I whisper, "why do you ask?" 

"That's all I was thinking about today at work, I couldn't get my mind off it," he said as he began to squeeze my breasts again, tweaking the nipples this time. 

Finding his cock with my left hand I realize that he is as hard as a rock. Rolling over, I get him to lay on his back. Taking his stiff cock into my right hand I begin to kiss down his chest. 

"Did you visit that guy?" he softly whispered. 

Slowly stroking his cock, I tell him, "Yes, I did." 

"Mmmmm. Oh God Dorothy," he moaned, "did you see his cock?" 

Laying my head down on his belly and continuing to slowly stroke him I whispered, "Yes, I did." 

As I lifted my head up and put my lips around the head of his dick, he asked me, "Did you let him put his cock into your mouth?" 

Letting his stiff tool slip from between my lips I answered, "I sure did," and with that, I took his entire cock down my throat. 

"Oh God baby, was it big?" he asked. 

All I could do was answer him with a, "Mmm hmmm," as my mouth was filled with cock. 

"How big was it, baby?" he asked again. 

Pulling his cock from my mouth I told him it was about nine inches long, which might have been an exaggeration, but not too far from the truth. David's was about six and a half inches so I know it was quite a bit bigger than his. He asked if he fucked me, to which I replied no but I told him that I let let him lick my pussy until I came. 

"Let me lick that hot pussy of yours baby, straddle my face," he said as he pulled my leg over his head and began to suck my pussy with a vengeance. 

"Mmmm yeah David, that's what he did baby," I whispered as I ground my pussy into his face. "He sucked my clit and made me cum baby," I told him as I took his cock back into my mouth. 

I could hear the juicy sucking sounds as David began working on my hard clit. I let his cock slip out of my mouth once again as I told him "Mmmm yes, baby, just like that, now slide that tongue into my cunt and lick it good" 

He did as he was told and I could feel an orgasm building inside of my pussy. "Yeah baby that's it, get your tongue deeper into that pussy!" 

I was on the edge of an orgasm at this point, and I could also tell that David was too from the feel of his tight scrotum. 

"You're gonna make me cum Dorothy," he moaned as he sucked my twat. 

Just then an orgasm swept through me and I could feel the cum flow as it was unleashed into David's mouth and onto his face. Unexpectedly while I had his cock all the way down my throat a thick steam of cum shot from it, making me gag. As I struggled to swallow it, another blast filled my mouth, and yet another, but I was able to completely swallow each and every squirt. 

I thought to myself that I had taken two men's ejaculations within the last twenty-four hours and didn't spill a drop. I rolled off of David and fell right back to sleep feeling well satisfied. 

Nothing was mentioned in the morning about our sex the night before other than David reminding me that he and Robert, a friend of his, were going to see a band at a local club tonight and would be home a little late again. He told me not to wait up as it would probably be after midnight before they got back. 

Robert was one of David's boyhood friends that he still kept in touch with over the years. He was a good-looking man that always seemed to have his eyes on my breasts whenever we went anywhere with his wife and him. There were even a few times after we all had a few drinks that Robert would find a sneaky way of getting a feel of my boobs, to which I never minded as I liked the attention. 

After getting home from work I checked my e mail for a note from Vince but there was no reply from the last one I sent. I had a quick bite to eat and sat down to relax and watch a bit of television before taking a shower and going to bed. 

The evening passed quickly, taking my shower I once again went to bed naked, not that I thought I would entice David like last night but because it just felt good. I was awakened by noises coming from the kitchen. David and Robert must be here, I thought to myself as I looked at the clock and it said 12:10 a.m. 

Flipping over onto my side and facing out, I intentionally pulled the sheet and blanket down to expose my bare breasts and the top of my ass in case David did want to give me a little poke before he went to sleep. 

I could hear them talking in low tones in the kitchen but couldn't make out what they were saying. Their voices got a little louder, it sounded like they were in the hallway outside the bedroom now. 

I could hear David whispering, "Don't worry about it, she won't mind at all," and Robert saying "I don't know man, are you sure?" 

"Yeah I'm positive, now go ahead."